STATUS: On hold till further notice (12/29/24)
"I don't know. After I got these powers, I've been dealing with thugs robberies, and all kinds of small crimes. But you're inviting me into something bigger. So are you sure about that?"
Appearances
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Author: This is kinda a test chapter since DC is foreign territory for me, I'm mostly a Marvel guy and I rarely knew stuff and details from each character.
Y/N POV
A small black and white T.V. was on as it played a new channel while it reported; "In other news, the white vigilante has yet again appeared, this time in Illinois. As arm robbers were seen "webbed" by the vigilante. Police say there were no civilians harmed and would like to thank this vigilante for helping. It's still unknown who this is and why they're doing it. We'll keep you updated as more information becomes available."
"What a great guy, don't you think?" I heard a man say this from a few tables away, with a hint of admiration and respect in his voice.
"I know how you feel. It can be a lot of work, and you can feel tired and drained after all those heroic deeds. I wonder where he'll go next?" His friend next to him said with a smile on his face, "I don't know where he'll go next, but I know he'll be amazing."
I smiled as I drank my coffee, listening to the warm and heartfelt conversations taking place. It was heartwarming to hear the positive comments on what I do as a "wandering hero," and I'm always inspired and humbled by the people who reach out to me, saying that I've helped them in some way. It takes a lot of will and courage to do what's necessary, and I'm always honored to be able to do what I do.
I heard the heavy door smack against the light bell as someone pushed through the door of the diner. The guy was tall, well built, and had a messy beard.
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I watched the guy as he made his order; I took a sip of my coffee again as I got more and more uncomfortable vibes from him. He seemed off to me. He was even staring at me weirdly, and there was something about him that just didn't sit right with me but. I couldn't put my finger on it.
As more and more people entered the diner and started to crowd the seats and tables, more people started to run out. I was the only person left without a seat, and the guy next to me said, "What luck." I thought to myself, "Tsk." I wasn't mad or anything; it's just that I'm no longer used to having one or more people at a table with me.
After a few long minutes of waiting, the guy finally got his food but had nowhere to sit. Being a "kind and generous person", I quickly raised my hand and waved at him, and pointed my finger at my table. He noticed and came over and sat down right next to me.
"Thanks, man," he says with a smile
"It's nothing, I don't mind sitting next to somebody else," I said to him as he began to eat his meal. We made small talk as he wolfed down his food, both of us trying to look like we were enjoying the other's company.
"So... it looks like you're not from around here?" He asks me, then takes a bite of his food.
"I suppose you could say that," I replied as I sipped my coffee.
"Hmm... so just what is a kid such as yourself doing here in the Midwest?" He inquired, with a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"I'm not sure, but it feels like I've been away from home for too long," I replied, staring at my coffee as I spoke.
"Then why haven't you gone back yet?" He asked with a confused expression on his face. I couldn't keep my smile from disappearing after I heard the question. I had no idea why he was so interested in my answer.
"Something happened kinda... and I thought I did something to help, but ultimately I let my anger grow over me. So I left, to find a new purpose and direction for my life." I explained this to him as I stammered at my words, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
"I'm sorry for asking," he said, offering an apology.
"Don't worry about it, it happened a long time ago," I said, trying to reassure him that it was nothing to be upset or ashamed about.
"What about you, by the way? You look like you've been on the road for a while." I asked him, this time, curious to hear his story.
He leaves his spoon on the plate as he speaks and says, "I guess I could say the same, after my father died, I went on a journey of self-discovery, in which I had to control my pent-up anger after his death. I had to make peace with his memory and learn to let go of my anger." I nodded in response to show my understanding and appreciation for his story.
"Then where you headed now?" I asked him
"Home I guess." He answers
"I bet you're from one of those small towns in Kansas where everyone knows your name, huh?" I said with a smile as I looked at him.
"You can tell that quickly?" He asked, his face surprised by the question.
I smirked and then said, "Just a wild guess, but I'm pretty sure I'm right." I had a feeling in my gut that I was right. We then both laughed for some reason and somehow had a long conversation.
.......
"Going somewhere?" I heard someone say this behind me as I walked along the road, turning around. I see the same guy from before with his bag at hand
"Probably..." I answered as I shrugged my hands. "I don't really know."
He asks me as he slung his bag at his shoulder with zero difficulties, "Wanna travel together instead?"
"Hmm... I guess that would be fine. The more the merrier, after all." I said to him with a smile.
"Clark Kent," he says, letting his hand out for a handshake. "Pleased to meet you."
I shook his hand and it felt strong but not by a huge margin. "Y/N Parker, it's a pleasure to meet you, Clark."
Then we began walking side by side on the side of the road, chatting amiably about this and that, and I asked Clark, "So where to?"
