In Our Dreams

Summary: I don't do this for pleasure, I just do it because I can.

She flew, cape flapping in the wind.

Her eyes were weak, she relied on her lenses to have normal eyesight, but even so, from far above she noticed the tumbling water tank, which would fall on an unfortunate crew loading it on top of a two story house. It would likely severely injure or kill them.

Swooping down, she increased her speed sharply, and then killed most of her own momentum just as quickly, appearing to most as a sudden blur and a gust of wind. Only then did she hear the screams of the scared workers, mostly curses as they tried to dive away, but she was focused. She caught the falling tank, spreading her hands and arms as much as she could and trying to rest its weight on as large a surface of her body as possible.

If she didn't, she'd just break it herself and the pieces could still hurt somebody. A few dents, however, she didn't much worry about.

Instead of stopping it, she instead slowed it down, such that the people below had time to clear it. She touched the ground almost at feather-fall pace, and slightly bent her knees as she bled off the last bit of momentum.

"Careful there, citizens," she said, offering them a pleasant smile, unhidden by her visor. "Ah, while I'm here - where do you want this?"

The grateful workers actually shared some of their snacks and a can of cola, though jokes were made about how now they wouldn't be able to make money without working off of their insurance.

She flew away after helping them with a little more heavy lifting, as their crane was unfit for it.

Once more, she took to the sky high above, hanging out with the clouds. She smiled to herself for a moment before diving down once again, performing another sweep of the city. She sped off into an alley, where a man was running with a purple purse clearly meant for the arms of a female. He wore drab clothes and looked more than a bit emaciated and frantic.

Not an uncommon sight in Brockton Bay. No gang colors, however.

She blurred in front of him and he impacted her thin and almost lanky frame, almost like a cartoon, before falling back. She smiled down at him. "Are you in a hurry to get somewhere, good sir? I believe I can help you get to your destination!"

He cursed her and spat in her general direction. It hit her left knee. He tried again for her face, but she grabbed onto his clothes and flew him back where he had been running from, whereupon she found that a woman and a young boy were standing, huddled together, while a third person, a bystander, was talking with the police.

"Hello, good neighbors, I believe this is yours?" the hero said, ignoring the flapping of her cape in the wind she had created as she deposited both the mugger, nauseated from the high speed movement, on the ground and the bag in its owner's hands. "My deepest apologies, but I'm afraid the strap was torn when I got to it."

"Oh my god oh my god!"

Apparently that young boy was a girl, or just had an extremely high pitched voice.

Still, she told them their thanks were unnecessary and chatted with them a bit as they waited until the police got there. Once they did, she gave a simple statement and then took to the air once again.

She did a full loop, this time, once more piercing the cover of the clouds to bask in the unimpeded rays of the sun, before shooting down like a rocket, leveling out sharply with a smile on her face just above the three story buildings that lined the street she had come down to. She flew in a straight line, following the streets for a minute until she heard tires screeching and police sirens blaring. Quickly, she shot in that direction, following the sounds and lights.

It took her but a minute to catch up to what looked to be a rather chaotic chase that was now moving into the thankfuly wide and well paved roads that lead outside the city. More police cars joined the chase for a red sports vehicle, she didn't know what kind. Still, she interrupted the chase, diving in right in front of the sports car, noting the two at the front who seemed rather frightened and the ones at the back that hadn't noticed her, both of them firing their assault rifles upon the chasing policemen.

The Heroine opened her mouth to give a grand proclamation, but she was rudely interrupted.

"Emma! Taylor! It's time for dinner!"

Zoe Barnes called. Emma giggled as she noticed her friend instantly let go of the 'custom' Alexandria doll (they'd just repainted an old and worn doll) and suddenly rushed down the stairs. Emma herself only took barely a moment longer, putting the toy car where she wouldn't step on it, to go down herself.

Just a short little ficlet...