In the starry New York night two men in black suits made their way down central park avenue. One was a tall black man (who actually looked good in the suit) and the other was a medium short man that looked to be about in his hundreds. They were both unnoticed by the civilians passing them.

"Aw, come on K, just this once." Whined the tall black man.

The man named K just walked with a stern expression on his face, but that was how he looked anyway on a daily basis, "No J, for the last time I am not going to see The Avengers with you."

J put on his best pouting face, "Please man, it looks awesome!" He waved his arms dramatically for an effect. The Avengers had just come out and he really wanted to see it with his best bud K. Well, make that his only bud. K and him were actually only partners, they came from a secret organization that operated with aliens. Yes, aliens hard to believe hu?

"J, listen we are not going to the movies," he looked away when J made his pouty face, "we are on an undercover mission, ok!" Walking past J, K went into an old Chinese restaurant leaving his partner to mumble to himself.

"Well, the movies is better then some boring stakeout mission."

J leaned agents the wall of the Chinese restaurant. He watched as the New Yorkers passed by, not giving a care in the world. He wondered what life would have been like if he never accepted the job at MIB. Bet it would be boring, he couldn't take the fights he had with the fat cops he used to work with.

Suddenly, something or a someone tripped over his foot, giving an English sounding "bloody" as they went down. J jumped to his feet and helped pull the angry looking Englishman off the ground, he also apologized multiple times.

"I'm sorry, sir." J apologized, watching as the the man brushed off his shirt.

"No, no it was my fault," the man sighed, "but, thank you, you have more manners then my...um friend."

"Hey Iggy!" came an obnoxious shout from behind. Turning around J spotted another young man (but, much younger looking then the Englishman) running towards them. He had dirty-blonde hair and bright blue eyes compared to the palish, dule blond hair and green eyes of his friend. The man had to be obviously American.

The American ran up to them and put his arm around his pal, "Yo whats up, sorry if my bud here tripped over ya, he's got horrible feet."

"I do not, and stop butchering my language!" Yelled the other man. He swiped the others arm away.

The American man just rolled his eyes, "Ya right," he then looked over to J, "I'm Alfred by the way and this pain here is Arthur or ya can just call him Iggy!"

"Nice to meet ya," J shook both of their hands, "my names John Wayners, or you can just call me John."

Arthur shook J's hand politely while Alfred grabbed it and shook excitedly, "Ok John, nice to meet ya to, me and Iggy here were just about to see The Avengers, wanna come?" Arthur did a faceplam when he said that, "Git, you dont just go and invite someone off the streets to a movie!"

Alfred pouted, "But why not, he seems pretty friendly."

"Hey I would love to come," J interrupted them, "I was hopin to see that to!" Anything to escape this boring stakeout mission. The moment he said that though J was grabbed by the arm with tremendous strength and pulled down the street by Alfred with Arthur trailing behind them.

"WAIT UP YOU GIT!" Yelled Arthur as he ran after them, but Alfred was only laughing away. They swerved a few times during corners and stopped right at the movie theater. Alfred let go of his arm.

"Beat ya Iggy!" Alfred announced as he struck a "heroic" pose. Arthur caught up with them panting heavily, "That was not funny, and dont call me Iggy!" He said through gasping breaths, Alfred only laughed though.

"Now, to The AVENGERS!" Alfred yelled as he rushed inside. Arthur looked at J apologetically then ran again to catch Alfred.

"That git" He mumbled before he went inside to.

J was left outside staring at both of the two men in awe and fascination. Those people were very strange, especially the one called Alfred. As he walked inside he couldn't help but think maybe he should have said no...na. J laughed quietly to himself. Lets see where this would lead him to.

Authors Notes:

Man I LOVE MIB. It is like one of my favorite movies:)

So that meant I had to write a crossover fic with them and tada "He's A What?" was born! This also came from my idea stuff, just look on my storys and you will find out.

BYE!