Stuck || Ray Manchester x reader

Stuck

     You clutched your portfolio tighter as you stepped off of the bus and into the warm, spring air. You still hadn't gotten used to the weather here in Swellview. Compared to your hometown of Storybrooke and the cold Maine temperatures this was practically a sauna.

Pulling at your skirt, you turned your gaze upwards toward the towering building in front of you. John Hancock Center, read the giant block letters on the building's front, Quality Fashion Since 1909.

You breathed in a sigh. This was your chance. And you weren't going to become a famous fashion designer by standing outside on the sidewalk for hours. Walking into the establishment, you tried to give yourself a quick pep talk

Ok, you told yourself, this is what I'm here for. I will get this job. I'm going to walk in there and show them my designs and what's the worst that could happen? I don't get the job, have to move back to Maine, tell my parents they were right all along, and go back to waiting tables at Granny's Diner...

Ok, so the pep talk wasn't working. You looked dow again at the paper in your hand. Floor 14, Suite B. 11:30am. You still had plenty of time—you were almost an hour early—but you just wanted to make sure you didn't blow this. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself at your over-preparedness. You figured you could probably just sit in the lobby while you waited and go over your designs and play out the interview in your head.

Seeing no seats available in the packed building filled with well-dressed employees, you decided to try your luck upstairs—there had to be a waiting area or at least a chair on the 14th floor, right?

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you headed towards the elevator. Seeing a mirror, you studied yourself in it for a moment.

I look like a fashion designer, don't I? You asked yourself. You looked from your (y/e/c) eyes and your (y/h/c) hair to the outfit you had spent hours last night stying in various shades of your favorite blues and realized you did. You'd worked like heck to get here and whatever happened in this interview wouldn't change that.

Feeling significantly more calm than you had mere minutes ago, you stepped on to the elevator. You were just beginning to open the bag clutched beneath your arm when you paused as you realized alarms were going off in what sounded like the distance. It was hard to tell from the muffled elevator. Suddenly the elevator stopped—on the 6th floor according to the lit-up buttons near the doors.

Without warning the doors burst open, shoved apart with inhuman strength, and someone stepped into the small elevator.

Captain Man.

You recognized him instantly. Who wouldn't? Apart from his infamous red-and-blue superhero suit, it also had something to do with the fact that he was one of the biggest celebrities in Swellview, rivaled only by his sidekick Kid Danger. Something you had to get used to when you moved here not even 4 months ago.

Personally you didn't quite understand the idolization people had for them. I mean sure, they'd saved a lot of people over the years, or so you'd heard. But other cities survived without superheroes, didn't they?

However, as Captain Man stepped into the elevator, you couldn't argue that the man was an imposing figure—and attractive.

"You go around the back, Kid. I'm getting on the elevator" he shouted into his wristwatch.

"Why can't I take the elevator and you climb 18 flights of stairs?" you heard what must have been Kid Danger's reply over the communication device.

"Just do it!" the superhero argued back.

He stepped all the way into the elevator, not seeming to notice that another person was in it, and began pushing the button for the top floor repeatedly.