Multifandom Imagines

Jack Wilder ~ Stealing Stuff

My eyes moved along the page, reading the words of a book I had recently got my hands on. I was about to turn the page when a man came up and started talking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am the next greatest magician, and I will give $100 to anyone who can tell me how this trick is done." he announced. I glanced up from my book and saw a handsome man take out a spoon from his pocket.

"I have an ordinary spoon from Mel's Deli right here in Brooklyn." he went on, tapping it on the railing. "Check it out. Now everyone, pay very close attention, 'cause I'm about to bend this spoon with my mind."

I watched him out of the corner of my eye, and caught him glancing at me every so often. He shook his hand out, put it by the spoon's stem, and very slowly moved his hand down, bending the spoon's stem as he did so. I scoffed. I did street magic all over New York. I could easily figure out how he did this trick. When he was finished, he raised the spoon above his head for all to see. A few people oohed and ahhed in fascination. Then he handed it to somebody, telling them to pass it around. But I put my book away and stood up, making my way to the man. 

"What is this?" I asked. I snatched out a straight spoon and a spoon stem from his back pocket.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he snapped.

I held out the objects for everyone. "What do we have here? A spoon and a stem!" I call out, then turn back to the man.

"I've got other tricks!" the man tries defending himself.

"Or you can give me my 100 bucks." I suggest.

The man sighs and takes out his wallet, then hands me a $100. "You have a very good eye, ma'am." he tells me. Then he walks away.

I laugh as I reach for my wallet. I notice it's gone. But I knew that would happen; street smarts always set up a distraction for you, then steal your stuff. I should know. I'm also a thief in addition to me being a magician. It all helps with the magic acts.

I hurriedly get off the boat, keeping my eye on the man. I follow him through the streets until he stops at a store. I wait outside at the next store over, watching out of the corner of my eye for the man to come out.

When he finally does, he starts walking in my direction. I immediately whip out my book and pretend to read it as I walk down the street, making a point to collide with the man when I reach him. I purposely make my book fly out of my hands before turning back to the man, who is looking at me intently, but a bit worriedly too.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I cry, exaggerating my apology. "I had my book in my nose, and I didn't see where I was going, and this is totally my fault, and my brother is always telling me to watch the road, and I'm rambling so I'll shut up now."

The man laughed. "It's okay. Are you fine?"

I nod, picking up my book. "Yeah."

The man looks at me intently. "Uh, have I seen you before?" he asks.

I shrug in a way I hope was convincing. "I don't know. Maybe?"

The man shakes his head. "Sorry must have you mistaken for somebody else."

I nod. "I get that a lot. So, uh...I've gotta get somewhere, so......"

"Right! Yeah. Sorry. I do too. So, uh, bye." he stammers, then walks away.

I smile smugly once he's out of sight, then walk in the opposite direction, counting down.

"3....2....1...." I count.

"HEY!" a voice calls. It's the man.

I hurriedly make my way into crowded areas of the street, then turn down an alley and walk out of it, only to walk in another one. I find my way out, then walk into another one and walk out, continuing to weave my way through people and the streets.

And juuuuuuust when I think I've lost the guy, my mouth is covered and someone is dragging me into an alley. I struggle to pull the person's hand off of my mouth and to get out of their grasp.

"Don't even think of licking my hand, or else I'll call the cops and tell them you've been stealing things." the person says. 

My eyes widen as I recognize the voice as the man from earlier. I slowly cease my struggling before the man takes his hand off of my mouth and lets me go. I whip around, discreetly sliding my knife into my hand.

"What do you want?" I snap.

"Well, I think you have something of mine." he states simply.

I put on a puzzled expression, hoping it will fool the man. It probably won't. And surprise surprise, it doesn't. 

"Oh come on. Don't play dumb." the man says. "I know--and you do too--that you stole something from me. I want it back."

"Seriously. I don't know what you're talking about." I try again.

"Give me my wallet back." he replies firmly.

I sigh. "Fine."

I took out the wallet from my pocket and tossed it to him. He caught it, then put it in his pocket. Then he looked at me.

"Okay. I think we got off on the wrong foot." he said, sticking his hand out to shake. "Jack Wilder."

"My name isn't Jack Wilder." I pointed out, smirking.

The man, who I figured out to be Jack, smirked back. "You know what I mean."

I shook Jack's hand. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

"My name isn't (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Jack shot back, smirking back even harder--if that was even possible.

I laughed. "Right. I've gotta get somewhere. So....see you around, even though I might not?"

Jack smiled. "Yeah. I've gotta get somewhere too, so...bye."

He walked out of the alley, and I followed him out and back to my apartment, smiling to myself. It'd take a while for him to notice. When I got in, I tossed my wallet onto the counter, but a piece of paper fell out and fluttered to the ground.

I picked it up and read it. It read:

Call me:
xxx-xxx-xxxx

All of a sudden, a loud knock was heard. 

"Just a second!" I shouted, putting the piece of paper away and walking to the door. It was most likely Jack.

And who else was at the door but the one and only Jack Wilder. I smiled innocently at him.

"Hello, Jack. What are you doing here?" I greeted him. "And how did you even find--never mind. You followed me."

"You stole something else." he deadpanned.

I raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

He held up his wrist. "I had a watch. Now it's gone."

I shrugged. "So? You could've lost it some other way."

Jack kept a straight face. "Give me my watch back."

"No can do, Jacky-boy. I don't even have it. And if I did, I probably wouldn't have given it to you anyway, even if it was yours. So if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to catch up on." I replied, trying to close the door. But Jack jammed his foot between the door frame and the door, preventing me from closing it all the way.

"No. You're going to give me back my watch, and you're going to give it back to me right now." he snarled, pushing the door back open.

I shook my head. "Like I said, I don't even have it. So, Jack, if you would please leave......." I said, pushing Jack out the door.

But he didn't budge. Instead, he caught my hands and pushed me backwards, farther into my apartment until he was just inside the door. He closed the door behind him, then spun me around and pushed me up against the door, his arm against my neck, making it difficult to breathe.

"I'm going to ask you again: give me back my watch."