Set In Motion

Beginning

Charlotte lived in the Midwest of the US working as Pro Hero Kinetic alongside her parents, Heros Whiplash, her mother, and Tremor, her father. Those two in action were a sight to behold, Tremor breaking up the earth and causing massive but controlled devastation, and Whiplash sending the debris towards her target with devastating accuracy of  her wind shots. They were beloved, wonderful heros who supported and loved their communities in anyway they could. Neither held a high rank, both tying in at 36th, but their approval ratings were the highest in the country. Everyone knew no tasks was too small for them, often showing up for children's birthday parties, and they weren't ones to brag on their deeds, sometimes paying off medical bills of citizens without a word to the public.

Their daughter, Charlotte didn't care too much for the publicity that came with hero work, but wouldn't shy away and avoid her fans or the press. Working with her parents boosted her status, and the name of Kinetic was soon becoming a household name in her Midwest region. At 24, she's rising quickly; last her she was rated 68, this year, a leap to 49. Charlotte loves working as a hero, she really does, she just gets overwhelmed when she's surrounded by fans or reports. How are you supposed to talk to them when they're all screaming?!
That's where she's at now:

"Kinetic! What's it like jumping ranks at such a young age?!"
"Where are your parents now? Are they proud of you and what you did today?!"
"KINETIC THANK YOU!!"
"What are your thoughts on this new villain?!"

Reporters and civilians were yelling alike, having swarmed around her after defeating a rather annoying villain who called himself "Jet Fuel." He could melt and weaken the steel beams in massive structures causing them to collapse. In the middle of Indianapolis, that could've been devastating.

-Charlotte's POV-
Lord have mercy can I have like 3 feet of space Jesus Christ. Why do all the mics always smell like an old attic and Cheeto dust??

"First of all," I said, grinning, taking a deep breath and cupping my hands around my mouth, "YOU'RE WELCOME RANDOM CITIZEN, PLEASE REMEMBER TO DRINK WATER!" People were chuckling. Good. Deep breath, the buzzing in my head really needs to calm down or I'm gonna start twitching.

"Next of all, the ranking is a little terrifying. I just hope I can make you all proud," I smile sheepishly and some fans near the back call out "We're already proud of you!!" I smile wider, feeling better knowing I have support.

"My parents are in Minnesota right now meeting with some other heros. I think they're proud of me, but my dad is always giving me noogies, so I'm not sure!" I laugh, smiling fondly at the thought.

"As for the villain... I guess Jet Fuel can melt steel beams," I shrug and try not to smirk when I see the dumbfounded looks on the reporters faces. "But in all seriousness, I'm not sure. I don't know his motive so I can't say much for it. I'm just glad everyone is safe and the fire teams were able to stabilize the building."

Okay, I feel my neck starting to get tense and my eyes are blurry. Time to go.

I call out, "I must be going now! Paperwork and all that! Thank you everyone!"

Reporters and citizens alike thanked me and began clearing a path, knowing how I like to exit. I start off at a light jog, reaching the edge of the sidewalk I activate my quirk, momentum picking me up letting me take leaps and bounds back to my agency.

It's amazing how far I came. In school I was never able to alternate my momentum control. I could either force it out and land hard, hurting my knees and ankles, or jump normally and land softly. Now I'm able to do both allowing me to move faster, further, and more gently. I smile, thinking about how versatile my quirk has become the more I've grown and learned. Now I'm able to absorb or increase the momentum of whatever I touch. Myself, bullets, even falling people. That came in handy today when a few civilians panicked and jumped out of the windows of the building.

The agency was in sight, two more strides and one final bound and I'm soaring up in the air above the roofs. Forcing the air behind me to propel me forward, I fall through the skylight and landed in the office I share with my parents. Finally quiet.

The room was large, two desks on the left for my parents, mine on the right in front of the large windows overlooking Indy. The deep cherry wood floors and dark walls contrasted beautifully with the lights from the city at night. A couple couches and chairs surround three sides of a long coffee table, facing the wall near my desk with the fireplace and tv hung above it. Green plants were scattered about the room, tall potted trees in the corners with small plants on every flat surface I could find. They were mine, of course, I love plants. Green is my favourite color, and green plants are the perfect shade.

I let out a groan and flop on the couch. My shoulders and knees hurt a bit from that fight, and my neck is still twitching. With my eyes closed, I focus on breathing, the sound of the fan, and feeling my favourite pillow. The hum in my ears and the soft ribbed texture slowed the humming in my head and I let out a sigh. Better.

My phone buzzes and I bring it to my face. A text from Chelle, my best friend.
'Are you still autistic spazzing or can I come in?'

I can't help the snort that come out of my nose and call to the door at the far wall, "Come in, brat!"

The door unlatches, I see her stride in and grin at her upside down over the arm of the couch. Her hair still looks great, I did a fantastic job dying it. Starting at the roots it was a deep, vibrant purple, blending into a bold blue at her shoulders, and ended in a bright teal at her waist. The colors looked fantastic on her, highlighting the freckles scattered on her face and making her hazel eyes glow. Her outfit was perfect too, a tie dye grey and white crop top and light blue high waisted jeans that really showed off the hips and thighs that could make anyone weep.

"God, you're hot," I sigh out at her.

She giggles, flipping her hair over her shoulder, "I know, look at me!" She flashes a pose one hand on her popped hip and the other under her chin. She walks closer to me, stopping just by the couch. "Touch okay?"

I grunt and open my arms for her to flop into them and curling her own around my waist. "How did you know I was ticking?" I ask.

She looked up at me with one of her famous unamused expressions, "We've been best friends for ten years, you're autistic, and I saw you on TV after defeating the jet guy- amazing joke, by the way, 10 out of 10 -being absolutely swarmed by screaming fans and reporters shoving mics in your face and touching you. Plus I saw you blinking more and more. You do that when you try not to tic in public."

My eyebrows rose higher and higher as she spoke, when she was done I opened my mouth to reply but couldn't think of anything before I snorted, "Yeah, you right, you right." My head fell back to the armrest. "You got any plans tonight?"

She snorted and laid her head down on my chest, "Of course not. Mexican take out and movies?"

I hugged her head gently and said quietly, almost pleading, "Wine drunk and Screaming Hippos, too?"

"Hell yes, bitch!" She cheers, raising a fist up, at the mention of our favourite card game that we got way too competitive about. I can't help but laugh at her, my absolute best friend in the world was a perfect match for me and these moments remind me of that.

We lie there for ten more minutes, simply holding each other and relaxing. I sigh when I glance at the clock. 11:39. Running my fingers through her hair I say softly, "Darling, I need to do the paperwork on the attack now or I'll ignore it for the next week."

Chelle groans, "I just was getting sleepy." She pouted as she crawled off me.

I smile at her, digging in my pockets, "Here, get us some coffee and lunch, you know what I like."

She beams at me and takes the card from my hand, "Okay, babe! Be back soon!" We peck cheeks and she skips out the door as I head to my desk and turn on the computer.

I enter the hero data entry base and begin working on the report, playing music from my phone and singing under my breath.