Meeting of the convientional variety [Wilson]

Wilson sat on the leather decorated chair in the Chicago gym as he lifted the weights. He had free alot of free time since school was out for the summer , so he spent most of it working out as he visits different cities with his mother. Sweat poured down the young mans face as e finished benching his last set for the day. "Finally" Wilson said with slight panting breath as he put down the weight set , he took the nearby towel and wiped the sweat off his face as he traveled to the back of the gym. In the back of the gym where lockers and several showers the people could use after workouts.

Wilson took a fairy quick , but thorough shower in the gym shower , and went to put his clothing of the day back on. While getting his black tank shirt out of his black bag , he saw his outfit he wore as red if he ever needed it ,  which he hoped he didn't today. After getting his clothes on he quickly left out the gyms door as the night seeming crept up upon the Chicago city. "Hope nothing bad happens tonight" Wilson mumbled to himself as he walked in the streets of Chicago. Before Wilson could think of anything else he saw a man get pulled into a ally by a thug , up the street from where he was and seeing this he quickly bolted to ally way.

By the time he arrived at the scene , the thug had the man pinned up against the wall. "I have to save this man" he thought as it looked like the man would be killed soon. Wilson silently ran behind the man in the dark ally , only able to see him by the faded street light , and grabbed him by the shoulder ripping him away from the man. "Who are you?" The thug said as he quickly got up from the ground and took out a knife from his pocket and ran towards Wilson , "we'll it doesn't matter cause ill cut you to pieces" the thug said. The thug came close enough to Wilson and started to slash the pocket knife at him , Wilson being Wilson instinctively dodged the blade as it tried to make contact with his skin.

The thug was getting visibly annoyed by the fact that Wilson was dodging his blade so easily. "Die!" The thug yelled at Wilson as he tried to slash him straight forward , which was a very big mistake. Wilson quickly caught the thugs arm and twisted it , making him release the knife and did a swift kneeing to the thugs stomach , causing the thug to scream in pain as he passed out. After releasing the unconscious  thugs arm to let him fall to the ground , ran over to the man that was pinned to the wall and blood flowing my his lip. "You ok?" Wilson said as he looked at the man.

Wilson still stood above the man , as he exclaimed that he was fine. He let out a quick sigh as relief that the person was not harmed , besides the wound he had obtained on his lip. As the man stood up , Wilson could see that he was in a dizzy haze from the thug holding him against the wall , which caused Wilson to quickly rush over and put his arms around the mans shoulder to keep him up. The man kept talking and said he had never expected such a thing to happen to him , which made Wilson chuckle a bit. "Well you have to expect more in this city , it's pretty dangerous but your welcome" he told the man with his usual mellow tone of voice.

"my name is Wilson , what's yours?" Wilson asked the man as he looked at him.

He chuckled a bit more as the man replied to something Wilson had said with a sarcastic tone. Wilson watched as the man spit a ball of blood from his mouth and landed on the concrete , and continued to help the man walk. "It's no biggy , it's not everyday I get to save someone" Wilson said knowing he was basically lying to the stranger he just met a few minutes ago. Wilson actually saved strangers every night but under the guise of red , his secret identity so he would not be caught and apprehended while as his regular self. It's not like he does anything bad , but he is classified as what they call "Meta-human" and his of people are very hated.

The man stated that he could stand on his own , which Wilson totally forgot he was doing because of how light the man seemed to him. "Well it's nice to meet you pat" Wilson said with a smile as he let go of pat. Pat offered to treat Wilson to dinner since he saved him , he was about to object to pat's offer but he remembered he hadn't eaten in hours and did an intense workout. "something to eat sounds nice right now " Wilson said with a small smile on his face and a grumbling stomach.

"I can't keep my eyes off him" Wilson thought for a second as he was looking at pat. Even as Patrick wiped the blood from him teeth , and his lip still slightly swollen , he just couldn't stop himself from staring at Patrick. Staring at Patrick helped Wilson notice something though. Just a few moments ago Patrick's lip was about swollen to a medium size and not it hard to tell its swollen. This made him think that maybe Patrick has powers to help him heal , maybe he was another meta-human just like him. Wilson quickly shook off the thoughts , as he didnt have any proof of what Patrick might be and just continued the conversation with him.

He began thinking of places Patrick might take him to go out and eat , Wilson really didnt care where as long as he got to eat good food. Patrick said he knew a place , but it was not walking distant and he would have to drive them there. Wilson didnt care with driving a care with a stranger , it's not like they could really hurt him , plus this stranger was a cutie. "I don't mind at all , so lets go eat some food!" Wilson said with a bigger smile at Patrick.

Patrick smiled and motioned Wilson off to where his vehicle subsided. After a minute or two they found Patrick vehicle , which turned out to be a blue truck, that wasn't beat up and hopefully could get them there fast enough. "Nice" Wilson said as he slid in the locked door of the car into the passenger seat , as patrick sat in the drivers seat. The car engine was soon revved up , and they were off to the restaurant that Patrick had suggested. "This s sorta like a date isn't it?" He said without thinking and when he realized he did he hope it didn't ruin his free dinner.

Wilson had became happy that he said "I guess it is" which was strange because it wasn't a yes or no answer , so why was Wilson so happy? Maybe he was just a strange teenager happy to go on his first date , actually it was in fact that and it was a great feeling. Five minutes later they arrived to the restaurant that Patrick had wanted them to go , and Wilson hoped to find out if its really a good place to eat. He followed behind Patrick as they entered the small looking restaurant , and look around to see it was quite a nice looking place. He sat across from Patrick at a table at the back of the restaurant , soon a waitress came by and handed them menus with a large smile on their face.

While opening and looking through the menu , he had heard Patrick ask what he had thought of the place. Putting his menu down , Wilson saw Patrick with his head in the palm of his hands with a small smirk , which Wilson couldn't help but smile widely at. "I like it , and the food here sounds great" he said still smiling at Patrick. The waitress soon came back around and ask what drink would they like and what food "I'd like a root beer , with the four cheese pasta and a classic Italian meat ball sandwhich" he said giving the waitress the menu. "So Patrick what do you do for a living?" Wilson asked.

After Patrick had ordered he answered his question , which was something hoping for. "It's a good thing not all meta humans are criminals" he said "and that's nice , I would always think that working at a bank requires someone to be quite smart" he added. Wilson was glad that no other meta had touched Patrick's pretty little head , or he would have to destroy them if they had. "Well I work at a coffee shop , a lot of teenagers like to hang out there" he said , answering pat's question. "I have to really thank you for taking me out to eat , Patrick" Wilson said as he looked at him with another bright smile.