Game Rangers

A Glimpse Through the Crowd

It was a bright, sunny afternoon in the heart of the city. The local market buzzed with life — vendors shouting prices, children tugging at their parents, and the smell of fresh fruits and spices filling the air.

Among the crowd, a rather unusual sight was turning heads — Spider-Man, still in his signature red-and-blue suit (minus the mask), calmly shopping for groceries. A bag of apples in one hand, some bread in the other, he looked almost... normal. Just another guy trying to get through his shopping list.

But what Spider-Man didn’t notice was that someone was watching him — not an enemy, but a secret admirer.

Behind a curtain of hanging scarves, peeking from the shadow of a spice stall, stood Superwoman. She had spotted him from the sky while on patrol and followed him out of curiosity. At first, she was just amused. The idea of the city’s beloved superhero picking out tomatoes was oddly charming.

But the longer she watched, the more she found herself smiling. It wasn’t just his heroics she admired now. It was his humanness. The way he greeted the vendor, helped an old lady pick up dropped groceries, and stopped to let a child take a selfie — it all made her heart skip a beat.

“I think I like him…” she whispered to herself, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Maybe one day, she’d stop hiding behind market stalls.
Maybe one day, she’d say hello.

But for now, she watched from afar — smiling, curious, and just a little bit in love.

"Pizza Over Power"
It was a normal afternoon in the heart of the city. The sun blazed above, traffic honked in chaos, and on a red scooter zipped a young pizza delivery boy named Rafiq, humming to himself with a piping hot pizza strapped to his back.

Suddenly, the ground trembled. People screamed. Cars skidded to a halt.

HULK had landed. Right in the middle of Main Street.

He looked furious.

No one knew why the green giant was mad this time — maybe someone ate his lunch, or maybe it was just a Tuesday. Either way, Hulk roared and smashed a fire hydrant like it owed him money.

Everyone ran… except Rafiq.

He swerved slightly to the side and kept going.

“PIZZA BOY STOP!” Hulk bellowed, leaping in front of the scooter.

Rafiq glanced up, calm as ever. “Bro, 30 minutes or it’s free. Can’t talk.”

He drove around Hulk like he was a traffic cone.

Hulk blinked.

“No fear?” he grunted.

Rafiq yelled back, “Only fear is one-star reviews!”

Hulk stood frozen in the street as the scooter faded into the distance. For the first time in years, the green monster wasn’t angry—he was confused.

“…Hulk respect pizza boy.”