"ON THE FLOOR! GET ON THE FLOOR!" a man in a robbers mask says. "STAY DOWN, YOU DON'T WANNA GET SHOT RIGHT?" the guy said swinging his gun around. "hurry up with that money man! I'm Getting Trigger itch!" the guy said smiling under his mask aiming the gun at a couple of people.
"do you want a fast take with low pay? or would you rather me get the lot of it?" the other guy said.
"yeah whatever, just hurry up." he says, as he does the front door of the bank opens. the guy turns and aims his gun at the boy who had just walked in. he was wearing a hoodie with the hood up, so he couldn't see his face. the boy walks past the gunman and up to the tellers window "hello? can I get some service? I'd like to make a withdraw?" the kid says.
"HEY KID! WHAT ARE YOU DENSE? GET ON THE FLOOR THIS IS A ROBBERY!" the man with the gun says. aiming it at the boys head.
the boy turns and looks at the gunman. "oh, so just because your robbing the place means my day gets to be ruined?" the boy said.
"THIS ISN'T A TOY GUN!" the man says smiling sadistically as he shoots the ceiling to prove his point. "now on the ground with the rest."
"listen bud, I've been in here for three minutes, and already been threatened to be shot three times, so obviously you're not gonna do it." the boy said. "if you where going to shoot me, you would have done it by...." he starts, but is interrupted by the gunman shooting him ten times in the chest. "let that be a warning to all of you, don't try and be cute, or funny, or even a hero, because you'll end up dead on the floor with him." the man says.
"wow, you actually did it." the body on the floor said. the boy stood up and smirked. "good on you, you kept your word. but you didn't let me finish. see if I had finished talking you would have known it was pointless." the boy said. he turns towards the door. they both had overly long door handle bars. he held his hand out and the bar pooled away from the door and flew to his hand. "see, I have an electromagnetic field around my body, everyone does, it's how gravity can hold us to the ground. well mine is kind of special. see it repels most metals that come close to my body." he said. "bullets, don't work on me." he spins the bar in his hand. "of course, I can manipulate it so that I can attract any object towards me." he said, he held his hand towards the gunman and he flew towards him, he gets into a batters stance and smacks the guy with the pole. "even people." he holds the pole to his back and it attaches to him like a magnet. he runs into the back and knocks out the other robbers, ties them up and grabs the money bags. he places them on the counter and smiles. sorry about your day." he says walking out. he grabs a trash can lid jumps on it and uses it to fly out of the bank. after a few blocks he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of dollar bills. "hey, it's the least they could do, right?" he smiles.
suddenly a street pole smashes into Grants face and he is thrown off his flying trashcan lid. "what the hell?" he says. suddenly a giant green mass is over top of him. "let me guess, the jolly green giant?" Grant says getting up and dusting himself off.
"ME HULK!" the Hulk screams. "you steal from bank! I stop you, I hero!" he lifts his hands and brings them down on Grant, who grabs them like they are nothing and lifts the hulk into the air. he can be heard grunting and straining trying to hold the hulk up. "wow, normally I can control the electromagnetic field of three things besides my own body, but with you, well, I have to use full power." he says. "looks like Hulk was a good name for you after all." he says tossing the hulk into a building. "now leave me alone before I..." suddenly a dart flies into his neck, he had turned off his electromagnetic field to fight the hulk, so he was caught off guard. he falls unconscious.