Zoom, Academy for Superheroes: Part 3

Dreams

        "Thunder only happens when it's raining, players only love you when they're playing. Women, they will come and they will go. When the rain washes you clean you'll know. Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions. I keep my visions to myself, it's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams. Dreams of loneliness."
-Fleetwood Mac

*****

        The wait was finally over, today was the day. The day that all of Area 52 had been waiting for since the day that Dylan gave Summer that handmade gem for her necklace. But only three people, Dylan himself included, knew about it. It would be shocking at first for everyone, but it wasn't as if they weren't expecting it.
        Surprisingly, when Dylan awoke that morning, he didn't feel as nervous as he thought he would. He expected a gut wrenching anxiety that would prevent him from even functioning properly for the whole day, but what he felt this morning was mostly anticipation.
        Of course, his proposal was the only thing on his mind throughout the entire day, and had trouble focusing on other things, especially when he was around Summer. He wanted nothing more than to just ask her to marry him every time he saw her, but he knew that he could wait until the end of the day.
        Dylan had already talked to Marsha that morning, her excitement almost matched his own, but he didn't run into Jack until around noon in the large, multi-purpose area of the facility. "So, today's the day." Jack said, though it sounded somewhat like a question. "How are the nerves?"
        "Honestly," Dylan began, "I just want to do it already. This anticipation is killer, I wish this day would go by faster." He finished with a slight laugh.
        Jack reassured him that the day would go by faster than he probably would like before he appeared to suddenly remember something important and had to leave the area. He was walking down the main hallways of Area 52 hoping to run into Marsha; he'd realized that her emotions were probably all over the place today, and he didn't want her running into Summer and ruining the surprise. With Summer's empathetic powers, it didn't take much for her to realize when something was up, and Marsha wasn't very difficult to read at the best of times.
        Jack had finally managed to catch Marsha just in time, as he rounded a corner and saw her about to walk over to Summer, who hadn't seen her yet. Marsha wore a melancholic look on her face and the beginning of a tear was forming in her eyes. Before she could approach Summer, Jack quickly walked up to her and guided her away from the situation that could have ruined it all.
        "What? I was just going to say hi." She said, looking back towards Summer as her and Jack now walked back down the hallway in the opposite direction.
        "Yeah, meanwhile you look like you're watching her walk down the aisle already, she'll know something's up the minute you look at her like that."
        This only made Marsha's heart twist itself tighter, "But she is going to be walking down the aisle soon!"
        Jack just rolled his eyes, though he knew what she meant. It was crazy to see those two kids so grown up. The two of them made their way into the lounge, and they continued their conversation at the back of the room as Jack made a coffee and Marsha poured herself some tea.
        "Do you ever wonder if they're making a mistake?" Jack asked, pouring a bit of sugar into his mug, "I'm not saying that I think they are, but they're just so young, you know?"
        "I know," Marsha sighed, stirring her own drink. "I think that Summer's powers have a lot to do with it though. She can see right through people, she can figure out exactly who they are, so what they have going on must be real."
        "That sure would be nice," Jack chuckled, "being able to know exacty when it's real."
        Marsha laughed, thinking about just how right he was. "Yeah, that would save everyone from plenty of wasted time."
        "They never had to waste any time, though. They never went through other relationships and realized what they like, what they don't like, what their type is or whatever." Jack added.
        "I don't know," Marsha began cautiously, "I'm not sure if I believe a person can really have a type."
        "No?"
        "I mean, sure everyone has certain types of people that catch their attention more than others, but until you meet the person who you're meant to be with, that doesn't really mean anything."
        Jack scoffed lightly and glanced over at her, "Well then," he began, almost sarcastically, "I'm not sure if it's unlucky or lucky for you that you're definitely not my type."
        Marsha blinked and let a small smile form on her face before answering in an equally sarcastic tone. "Well, for the record, you're far from my type as well."