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super heros can feel awkward too, you know.

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So someone knows now. Everyday after I tutor her, she helps me develop my powers further. She's really smart, just pre calculus isn't her strong suit. It's Thursday when I hear my name.

“S**t.” I mutter, “I have to go, I'll be back, you can go home if it gets too late, I don't know what the problem is right now.” I say, pulling my sweatshirt over my head, unbuttoning my jeans and taking those off too, I pull on the mask as I jump out the window, making sure no one saw me. I fall for a bit then zoom off in the direction of the call.

I reach a woman screaming frantically on the sidewalk.

“What's wrong?”

“My little girl! She's been kidnapped!” She points down the street, and I see the little girl pounding against the glass in the back of a van. I catch up to it quickly and land on the roof. Okay, Ryan, you can do this, remember the time you crushed a dumb bell in gym class? Like that. But that hurt...

I did my fingers into the car and wrench the metal apart without a seam. It makes a horrible screaming sound, or maybe that's the kid. Or both. The van swerves sharply into a parking lot, trying to knock me off, and before I can get the girl, the kidnapper has her at gunpoint, turned around in his seat.

I drop into the van.

“Surrender or I'll shoot.” He says, then revises to, “Take off the mask or I'll shoot.” I raise my hand to take it off, but as I do, I click off the safety on the gun with my mind. Man that's useful. Then in less than a second the girl is in my arms, I hear him pull the trigger. A string of curses that would make a pirate proud spew from his mouth. I figure I have about a second until he turns the safety back on and pulls the trigger. I fly out of the car and away as a bullet shoots out of his new custom sun roof.

I land because flying seems to scare the kid, and I walk with her, holding her hand while she slowly stops crying. She walks kind of slow, because she's four, and I don't really expect the bullet that hits me in the hip.

“Oh, you're fudging kidding me.” I say, watching the blood blossom in the gold fabric. I can't run, it hurts to move, I'm guessing a bullet wedged in your joints does that. The kidnapper runs up to the girl and grabs her again.

Damn stubborn people, myself included. I fly toward them and grab the kid from mid air. He seems to be forgetting I can fly. He aims another shot, and this one grazes my arm, the bullet keeps flying though. Another bullet flies and hits me in the opposite shoulder. The bullet stays. D****t, I'm so slow. Why am I so slow? The police show up. The little girl is still in my arms.

“Her mother is that way.” I point, the kidnapper is being handcuffed. I fly away, blackness closing in around the edges of my eyes. I tap on the window to my room weakly, where Devyn and I now study. She opens the window and I tumble in. The last thing I remember is her eyes.

I wake up to Devyn's gloved hands extracting a bullet from my shoulder with tweezers. What the hell? When did I get shot? Oh. Right. Crap.

“Morning.” She says, obviously in deep concentration.

“Morning?!” I exclaim.

“No, not really, you've been out about an hour. I've already sewed up your hip.” Her ears turn a deep shade of red and she averts her eyes from mine. “Your arm is mostly fine, doesn't need stitches, and it's already started healing. I think you might have accelerated healing. And now all I have to do is sew this up.” She says. “Make useless chatter so I can distract you.” She says.

“Smooth.” I say. “But why on earth do you have any of the materials to do-” I groan as she impales me with needle. “-this.” I say through clenched teeth as she finishes sewing up the hole.

“It worked didn't it? And because I want to be a doctor, sometimes I treat wounded animals I find, except there isn't much but pigeons in New York.”

“So how does it look, Doc?” I ask jokingly.

“Skip P.E. Tomorrow, and you should be fine. Seriously, at the rate you're healing I'll have to take the stitches out tomorrow. And I'm late getting home, so if you could fly me or something, that'd be great. Oh, and your mother informed you through the closed door that dinner was in an hour about a half an hour ago.”

“Great.” I sit up, groaning slightly, I stand up and turn around. “Hop on.”

“Don't you need like... wings or something?”

“Wings?” I spit, mock angrily, “Wings are for losers. And birds. Birds are losers.”

“I think you may have hit your head when you fell inside...” She says, climbing into piggy back position. I fly out of my window, around the front of my building, and then to her house, where I drop her off.

“It's weird seeing you with the mask.” She says after walking into her apartment. I fly home, change into normal clothes, and head downstairs for dinner. I look at my arm. It looks like an old scrape, you'd never guess it was made from a bullet.

My hip feels better too, all sewn up.

Oh. Oh... That's why Devyn was blushing... She had to take off my pants to get to it...

Awkward.

Author's Note

reviews please!

Reviews

[Odayin]

I like the action that's picking up. Your emotion writing is also picking up and I'm sure other readers are hoping certain things happen. Better make 'em happy;)

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Love love love this book so far!!! Keep writing, girly!

[Cole Hayley]

Once again a great chapter sophie! keep more coming

[janiksxxl]

How is she helping? Go a bit deeper of such a day and tell a bit of that. And in next fight show a small reference to that helping being the reason he succeeds. He could even be thankful for that, if he is the type being able to do that.
I love how you showed in this chapter, that he isn't invincible, it gives more of danger feeling and makes things more interesting. (of course you could write a whole chapter dedicated to him learning how to stop bullets in flight, to get rid of this weakness and develop him)
“wedged in your joints” - You mean “my”. I don't really focus on such mistypes, but a lot of times they just hit you so hard out of the story you just moment ago enjoyed...
I like how you continue to insert humor in whole story. It makes it more live and fun to read and follow. Keep on doing that and you will be just fine :D
If I would be reading this for myself only – protagonists comment about wings would be the last thing before me clothing the book and putting it in shelf with other 100 dusty books and taking next one. Or the next time he does something like that. Anyways, some time could be the last. Of course I'm rarity in this question, so no problem.
Anyways up to this point I must say that this **** is good and I'm sure here for more - keep doing the good job :D Well maybe just a bit more of descriptions. A little tiny atomic bit more :D

[Sylvana]

Awkward indeed.
Another great chapter (: I like how you are alternating between all three books. xD