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Having never dealt with a flat tire, you’d think that Minjun would have continued to walk along the path. Instead they surveyed the situation carefully as they approached. The nearly bare feet on the cold asphalt sent a shiver up the spine which allowed for a quiver in their already squeaky voice, “   That’s a flat tire, alright!   ”  A  tchh sound followed, as they crouched to examine the tire at eye level, “  Don’t know much about these things, I’ve never even driven a car before, but it looks like we’re going to need that spare.   ”  Eyes flickered back up to the other, “  It’s going to be alright, we’ll get you home by midnight.   ” 

“ You are an angel. ” was the only thing he had to say back, the only thing he had in his mind really allowed. Sure, maybe neither of them knew anything about cars and the difficult task of changing a tire, but at least they were together in this path to knowledge. Two heads worked better than one, after all. — Nate reaches inside his trunk, gathered the new tire, the few tools he knew were part of the task, but that was about as far as he was willing to go on his own. “ Okay, so— I think we have to use that thing to raise the car, but I don’t really know if that is before or after removing the current tire. ”

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Warren had a huge headache– like a massive one that beat loudly against the base of his skull and made him both excessively tired and beyond stir crazy. And when he got like that he needed to run. It didn’t really matter how long or how hard he ran, it always just helped him calm down. 

Right then he was on his fourth mile, chest heaving and burning, despite the chill in the weather he had begun to build up a sweat, and the moment a voice rang in his ears his hands rested on his knees as he leaned down to catch his breath. “hold up,” He mumbled, taking a couple of deep breaths before straightening his large posture, rolling his shoulders back and a hand pushing through dark waves.  It took him a moment, but when he realized what the other was saying he gave a quick nod. “You’ve got a tire iron?” he asked voice obviously wary as he elbowed the other out of the way, leaning down to check out the tire in question. 

“ A tire iron ? ” he paused, frowned. A second later: “ Oh, it’s the metal thing-y, right ? I do, I do. I got that and the thing the raises the car. ” With a small proud smile, Nate reached inside the car, held the tools out towards the other. He might not have known how to fix it but at least he had the right tools for the job.  

“ You think you can help me ? ” came next. Nate did not have a very extensive knowledge of tires and the ins and outs of it working, but from his perspective, the tire was destroyed beyond any fixing. “ I apologize for interrupting you in the middle of your run. I just didn’t know what to do. ”

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“ hi ! hey ! hello, yes, you, please, help me, i don’t know what to do ! ” maybe asking a random stranger for assistance wasn’t the best option considering it was late at night and he was stranded with a flat tire way too far from home. but then again, nate was desperate, lost and clueless of what to do. unable to ask for help in his current situations. what else could he do, really ? “ i, i have like an extra tire in the trunk and that little round thing i don’t know the name of and— i just, i got flat tire and usually my mom has someone change it for me, so i never really learned how to do it, but my phone is dead— honestly i have no idea of what i’m supposed to be doing and— god, can you please help ? i’m pretty sure if i don’t home by midnight my mom will kick me off the family. ”

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“ that’s probably a good idea. “ rosella admits, her mind trying to come up with a plan to help out as well. knowing running straight in wasn’t a good approach, even with her speed. “ i could also run in a circle around them and distract them. they likely won’t even see me coming. i can even tie them up ? if you captain and song can grab the guns or find a way to disarm them. “ if someone had told her years ago that she’d be speedy, helping civilians during a bank robbery with a trio she’d probably tell you, how CRAZY that sounded. but then again she was also content with this lifestyle.

“ or. “ luna butted in a second later waiting for her turn, a smile written across her features. “captain awesome and i we can be distractions, while you run everyone out. that’s the safest bet, you’d be done so quickly with your speed and that would ensure nobody gets hurt. it also probably wouldn’t take long either, what do you think is the best bet, captian awesome ?” which is truly what the blonde wanted, and they didn’t call her song for nothing. she thought she could make a good distraction. her powers could do that at least, or so she hoped at least.

“ oh, yes, that is perfect ! that is amazing, song ! ” he couldn’t really hide his excitement at that. nate turned jumpy at the mere idea, more energetic at the perfect way it played out in his mind. even with the frightful tug of anxiety against his chest, the thought of helping all those people sent adrenaline rushing through his veins. “ song and i will walk in and distract them. if any of them try to shoot us, i’ll make sure their bullet weight like feathers. —while we are at it, ” his lively attention turned towards speedy. exhalation obvious in the continuous snap of his fingers. “ you’ll take everyone to safety, speedy, and then you can give us a signal when you are done, so the three of us can work together to disarm them and tie them up until the police arrive. ” nate didn’t want to waste another second, “ song, lead the way ? ”

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( @ofobservctions​ )

the american flag cape swayed in the wind. nate stood outside the bank dressed up as captain awesome, his heart racing, eyes switching back and forth between the glass doors and the people inside. — the robbers had guns, that was the only thought in his mind. guns, bullets, powder, explosion. he hated how nervous it got him. how his hands started to sweat under uniformed gloves. “ we should have a plan, right ? before we walk in ? ” as if on cue his mind ran through thousand different scenarios, considered every horrible outcome to this situation. his heart spiked a beat. “ i could make their guns weight a tonne, they would have to drop it. then we could rush to make sure the hostages are safe ? ”

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❛❛ 𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒸 & the league––

After having his head rebound from that concrete wall in the side of that alleyway, Eric Kim was rendered almost completely unconscious. The touch of the other caused his vision to grow dark. The fever that spread through his body almost numbed the pain of a couple of punches. What was worse: an incoming DEATH FLASH or the BEATINGof a lifetime? 

 “   YOUR WALLET, TOUGH GUY   “  A fist to to the nose, then another in the stomach, caused him to barrel, over only to be rammed into that alley way by his attacker.  As he fumbled around with his pockets.  Fingertips, in their desperate and frantic attempts, tried to find the right pocket before another punch was relayed on the left cheek of his face. The wallet he’d dropped made a modest snapping sound as it fell splat on the floor and the attacker was pulled off of him. His savior did little work, though completely rendered the mugger as unconscious as he was feeling.  Whimpering before them, his eyesight strained to see anything other than the mask that covered their face.  Even then his vision was still blurry. “   T-thank you so much.   “ His knees finally gave out as he sank to the ground that met that wall.

He’d taken to patrol the streets instead of thinking, watch over random passerby instead of allowing his thoughts to roam. Nate’s mind had was on high alert, every horn blaring, every waning sign blinking. He hadn’t realized that joining the league meant he’d stop seeing his city as a safe place. 

“ Hey ! ” It echoed. The attacker’s words carved a whole in his chest, ricocheted through every part of his brain. Suddenly it was the only thing he could hear. Your wallet. His feet moved first, his mind, a second later. Nate focused— On changing the density of the attacker’s body, face, making them lighter, making his punch land. In the blink of an eye, the robber was on the floor. “ Argh. ” his fist ached. “ Geez. ”

Immediately his attention shifted to the victim, reaching out to give to look at the moon on the floor, to kneel beside him. “ Sir ? Sir, stay with me. ” He attempted to prop his arm around his waist, to keep the other’s weight steady in order to help him up. “ Sir, I’m gonna take you to the hospital, but I need you here with me. What is your name ? ”

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nate campbell + tv tropes

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‘ plead the fifth ‘ – and bang. door shut right in his face. that’s what judith lidell wants to do when she sees him there. – her own blood, her brother. the way he bears a resemblance very close to their father is giving jude a sharp headache, it is sobering to an annoying level. perhaps she can actually shut the door without saying a thing, however, this time it wouldn’t solve her problems. after her eyes study him with no hint of softness in them, she waits for a few seconds. she doesn’t know what exactly she is waiting for other than viktor showing up and maybe that giving her brother a reason to leave her apartment’s entrance. nobody shows up, nathaniel doesn’t move – alas ! – the peculiar silence is broken all at once as judith gives him an answer in the most soulless way possible.  “ never heard of them. are you done ? because i don’t have time for this  kid. ” the door already half-closed, she thinks her vulgar behavior will do the job, she kind of prays it will do. her annoyed expression veils the way she exactly feels. haunted and alerted. she has been running from her past, running from him. protecting him secretly. she had her doubts but she thought she was doing well. – where did she go wrong ?    

“ no, wait — ! ’ his foot finds the gap at the door first, immediate physical reaction to stop her from closing it, and then come his eyes, peering through the breach a second later, staring — all hopeful — at the annoyed expression on her features. every atom in nate’s body was begging him to let it go, go home, leave this stupid idea behind. ( his palms were sweaty, his heartbeat ringing against his ear. ) every part of him was insanely curious to figure out the outcome of this. it did not make sense. jude lidell was one piece of information that did not make sense with everything else. he needed to know. “ hi, well, sorry, no. hm. it’s just, well, it’s not that— not that i am accusing you of lying or anything, but it’s, hm— well, you share the same last name as them, and some uncanny resemblance too, especially to charlotte. i, hm. ” he half shrugs. the sentence getting lost midway through being uttered. he was going over it again and again in his head: jude lidell was spirit. she had saved him more than a few times. she had the same last name as his biological parents, the same eyes as his mother. he just couldn’t come up with any conclusion out of it. at least, nothing that didn’t sound outlandish, insane. “ i promise i won’t take long with the questions. like, fifteen minutes max. i can, hm, buy you an ice cream ? for the trouble ? everybody likes ice cream, right ? ”

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“it’s alright if you were, i ramble sometimes too.” rosella offers with a quick shrug of her shoulders, before she adds quickly just a few seconds later. “it’s nothing you did, i promise. i’m just a little tired, and hungry. i had a long night at work, or i definitely wouldn’t be like this.” a laugh falls from her lips. “a little of that too.”

“ oh. ” there is a small pause, a nod. “ do you want to, hm, go out for pizza ? won’t help with the whole tired thing, but it will definitely help with the hungry one. and maybe a little with the worn out if you mix pizza with redbull, now that is my kind of mixture. ”

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a hand runs through her long hair, while the other hand pinches the bridge of her nose. a sure sign, that it’s been a long day for her. and you know what sounded good to her right now? running home ( which wouldn’t take long at all ) and taking a long bath, a very long bath. “i’m sorry, i’m probably the WORST company right now.”

“ no, it’s, it’s okay. i was probably rambling, right ? i do it sometimes, my bad. i, hm, i was, i’m, wondering, you know, are you alright ? you look kinda— ” there is a pause. a moment lost to consider the right words to say it without offending her. “ spaced out ? ”

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it isn’t fear exactly, it is something else. it’s the rush of a racing heart. it is the anxiety of knowing something is wrong, not knowing what exactly. it is the certainty that he’ll be standing in front of someone that could kill him, if she wanted to. — for the entire minute that nathaniel stands in front of her door, he is rehearsing what to say, going over the same words about a thousand times, thinking and re-thinking how to ask a simple question. for the entire minute that he is looking at her doorbell, he is second-guessing himself. what go wrong ? well, everything, everything could go wrong. — he pretends he is diving. a deep breath, a second of hesitance, and a knock. — all the sixty-eight seconds that go by are accounted for. the moment he sees her is the moment he stammers. “ i, hm, i. ” nate clears his throat, breaths in, slowly, out, slower “ excuse me, i was wondering if i could ask you some questions about charlotte and christopher lidell ? i, hm, i work for crystalline times. ”

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“Terrible? I’m not totally sure about that.” She smirked. “You manage to adapt on your own, make your own means about life and all that shit. It’s kinda thrilling actually.” She tried to make light of the subject to hide the pain that laid beneath the surface. While it was all true, it did annoy her that she couldn’t talk to her mum or dad whenever something good or bad happened. “I mean, not everyone is a fan. i’m certainly not. But yeah, there’s some sort of diversity there.”

“ I—I guess. ” He shook his head, shrugged. He couldn’t think of a world in which he didn’t have his parents, he couldn’t begin to imagine what her life must have been like. “ Wait, why not ? Why aren’t you a fan of him ? He is awesome ! It’s right there on the name, captain awesome, what else can you ask for ? Not that I care, I mean, I care about the article, but— Why wouldn’t you like him ? ”

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“Let’s just say my mom’s been absent from my life for a while.” She quickly got the sentence out before continuing with her interview. “Umm.. well you can’t really define them. Some are teens who are getting their first tattoo and all excited and others are forty year old men who feel like it’ll change their nerd status or something. Can’t complain though. These heroes are making me more money.”

“ Oh. ” He nodded. “ I’m sorry. ” There was this small hint of some unreasonable guilt tugging at his chest, a sharp wave of inadequacy washing over him. As though Nate had stolen the opportunity of having good parents from her, by having them for himself. As though that terrible thought made any sense at all. He tried, forced himself to shake it away, but nothing he did seemed to change it. “ It, it, hm, must be really terrible. That, that muse be terrible, I’m sorry. ” A second later, a second too late, probably, he willed himself into focusing on the interview at hand. " —So, you would say that everyone is a captain awesome fan, then ? ” There was a small glint of excitement at the corner of his eyes. “ Old and young alike ? ”

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“Well, I’m glad someone’s got a great mother.” She answered. “She sounds a little uptight though. And yeah, I couldn’t imagine getting a hero or villian tattoo on me. It’s just a little odd to me.” She replied honestly. “Oh you want to try and get your own story on it? Okay, then ask away whatever questions you have, maybe I’ll try not to swear like a sailor so you can get it published.”

There is a small frown, “ Your mom is not great ? ” A second later, Nate is shaking his head, backtracking on the words that came out of his lips before he had a chance to really think about what he was saying, “ I— That is not. That is not about the story, that’s— You don’t have to answer that. ” It’s only then, only a second a later, that he nods, repeatedly, profusely. “ So, if you had to talk about captain awesome fans, specifically, you know, all those people that got the tattoos. If you had to give me, like an overall idea, what would you say they are like ? ”

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“Mothers huh? They can be a real drag sometimes.” She smirked at the awkward boy. “Yeah, I’ve given a few captain awesome tattoos around here. How comes the papers are interested in tattoos all of a sudden?”

“ Oh, no, no, not a drag. Mom is great. She is awesome. It’s just, hm, I don’t think she would endorse me making terrible decisions, and well, no offense to the captain awesome fans, but that wouldn’t be the most amazing decision. ” There was a small shake of the head. Nate cleared his throat. “ Full disclosure, I’m an intern. I just think, you know, making stories about new heroes and their accomplishments could be interesting. Maybe if I had something ready, they could squeeze it in there somewhere, don’t you think ? ”

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“Look I got no problem tattooing what seems to be the tenth hero tattoo today, but can’t you maybe go for something a little more original next time? Fuck, what happened to orginality?”

“ i— what ? no, no, that’s not what i meant. i can’t get a tattoo. mom would kill me. — i am asking if you have seen anyone get captain awesome tattooed yet ? i’m making a research for the crystalline times. i, i work there. ”