Impossible - Lashton AU [SLOW UPDATES]

Prologue - Written by 5secondslastsforever

[Ashton's POV]

Capes and tights were never really my style.

I was more the band t- shirt-and-skinny jeans-wearing type. I still am, but that's not why I'm famous. A lot of people know me as Smash, a bandana loving, muscle-bound, world-saving superhero. Like any good superhero, I have a not-so-secret identity.

There was a time, not too long ago, where the only thing I had was that secret identity. And that was fine. It wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible either. I was okay, just whittling away my days being an average teenager. I never had much to say about myself, no stories to tell. Except, maybe, this one.

I was just some seventeen-year-old kid who had a strange obsession with bandans and playing the drums. I went to high school, I had friends, and I dealt with the kind of problems people deal with in high school. Drama about fake bitches that seems huge at the time, but a few months later you can't remember any of it.

I was leaving Target in my skinny jeans and Mirvana shirt, another band t-shirt and pair of black skinny jeans in the bag. I walked along, humming quietly to myself, probably thinking about how hot someone was or something like that.

God, I was such a typical white boy.

Anyways, I headed to the subway, jogging slightly because I was already late and had missed the train I wanted to take. I took the familiar route, tapping a rhythm to the song stuck in my head. I sung under my breath until I reached the station, stopping in case anyone heard me.

I got my ticket and waited impatiently at the edge of the platform. I put my foot out a few times, pretneding to trip and fall to scare the group of thirteen-year-old girls near me. Each time I did, they let out a collective gasp. I chuckled and shook my head at how unbelivably stupid and synchronised they were.

I put in my earphones to block out their giggles. The soothing voice of Ed Sheeran played and I smiled to myself. It was a few songs before I noticed that the girls had left. Along with everyone else.

I put in my earphones to block out their giggles. The soothing voice of Ed Sheeran played and I smiled to myself. It was a few songs before I noticed that the girls had left. Along with everyone else. My eyes widened, walking around in circles a little, taking in the completely empty platform.

Suddenly, the tracks started humming into life. Soon I could see the headlights of a train in the dark tunnnel, moving quickly closer, Way too quickly. There was something wrong. It sped past me, and I looked where it had been in horror.

It was going the wrong way. I took that train almost every day, and it was going the wrong way. It was heading towards - holy sh*t. The bridge. The bridge was new, but before they could open it, it fell down because of a big storm. It didn't reach the other side.

And then, all rational thought left me.

I jumped onto the tracks, running after the train. Of course, I would never be able to catch up to it, but I ran anyway. I ran until I reached the bridge - and the train. It was half off the cliff, just hanging there. Screams echoed through the air and I gulped before rushing towards it, climbing onto the roof.

There were so many people inside who I could hear screaming and crying, punching the roof to try and get out. I could see clearly that the doors were jammed, and the people inside were too panicked to do more than well-panic.

My breathing shallowed, my heart racing as I suddenly felt a surge of adrenaline. I reached down, tearing off the hatch on the roof. The screaming stopped suddenly, as the people in the train looked at me in horror.

"Get out, get out!" I yelled at them, pulling a girl up swiftly. I jumped into the train as the girl began helping others up.

The doors between the carts were jammed, the people on the other side knocking and banging on them. I prised the doors apart, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins.The crowd stepped back as I entered, jumping up to open another hatch on the roof and help a few small children and old ladies up.

I made my way through several carts, until I reached the front, which was hanging off the edge, so was almost completely vertical. Again, I opened the doors and was met with a crowd of terrified faces.

I made my way slowly down, gripping the wall as I reached my hand out, helping a middled aged man. I helped them up slowly, the cart swaying from side to side.

Finally, I reached up for the last person, a scared and shaken looking blonde boy around my age. He was pressed against the wall, looking at my outstretched hand, shaking. He gulped as he reached forward, grabbing my hand.

I pulled him up, and the cart swung from side to side. He gripped my shirt, still shivering, and looked down at me with pure fear in his blue eyes. I said nothing, but grabbed his hand and took him through the train, helping him up the open hatch and to safety.

* * * * *

"Anything interesting happen today sweetie?" My mother calls from the kitchen.

"No," I mumble as I climb the stairs. I sluggishly dragged myself to my room, falling onto my bed with a content sigh.

Just as I was drifting into sleep, my phone rang. Groaning, I answered, and was almost deafened as the person on the other side immediately yelled, "ASHY!!!"

I rolled my eyes, "Hey, Calum."

"You didn't show up," he said.

I bit my lip, I was supposed to take the train to Calum's house after work so we could hang out, "Sorry I-I wasn't feeling well."

"Well the train station was evacuated."

I acted like I was surprised, "Really? what happened?"

"Some computer hacker or something got out of hand. They managed to stop all the trains but one-" he tells me quickly, then pauses for breath, "have you seen Twitter?"

Now I really was surprised, "No. Why?" I asked, logging in.

"Some girl was filming and caught everything on camera. There was a guy who saved them all. A superhero or something."

Sure enough, my feed was full of retweets of the video. I watched it, seeing what had happened but from someone else's perspective was completely weird, although between the shaky camera and bad quality video you could hardly tell it was me.

The video had gone viral, everyone everuwhere posting it. The comments were unbelievable, praising me as a hero. The #smash had trended, and report had benn written with this as my identity.

"Ash, you there?" Calum's voice called down the phone. I was speechless as I stared at the computer screen. I hung up on Calum, not saying anything else.

It had finally hit me.

I was no longer just Ashton Irwin, average kid.

I was a superhero suddenly adored by millions.

I was Smash.

I was impossible.