Not So Super

3 Villain

 The lobby was a dank and dark looking room; the lights didn't even illuminate the small room more than barely visible, the corners of the room still tinted from the dark. It seemed like the building had been up for generations, the wallpaper peeling, the floor and ceiling cracking, mimicking my composure. My footsteps echo off the walls as they hit the concrete floor, but the motion of my foot clapping against the floor seems to happen at least seconds before the echo bounces back, like lightning and thunder. A lanky woman, with heavy mascara, probably as heavy as the unsettling feeling in the air, sits behind a desk against the wall next to the elevator. Her green eyes flick up at me as she pops the piece of gum in her mouth against the air she was sucking in. She seemed Innocent, is it possible she doesn't know what this is? Was this all a wild goose chase? Why would Widow send me here? My brain reels with questions that seem to bring the tearing of my brain back. "We're booked solid." She says to me slowly and smiles, the way my mother does to a library visitor. She couldn't possibly smile like that and be Innocent, but she just has that aura I argue to myself.

I give her the same smile, one that I learned to replicate, just in case I would need it later on when I became a Hero, I mentally give a breathy laugh. "No, I'm not here for a room." I say almost patronizingly.

"Directions then?" she asks, the look in her eyes almost challenging me to say another word and see what happens.

"No," I start then think about what might be used as a code, my brain analyzing my last conversation with Widow one last time. "I just wanted to say; you will not lose this fight, I promise you" I say with confidence, Villains must want to self assure themselves my brain explains my tongue. Her lips form a tight line and she hits a button on the computer keyboard, the doors of the elevator dinging open.

"Widow is waiting on the 13th floor." She says with a grimace of a smile. And I give her a snarky smile back as I step into the elevator that looks as if it's so old it's going to drop me to my death. As soon as I entered, the doors closed abruptly behind me and I look to the row of buttons, going from 1 to 20, the thirteenth button however looks very worn and overused, more so then the other 20. I press my thumb into it and the button lights up, the elevator begins dropping...dropping? I ask myself. When the doors open again and I step into the much more modern hallway my mouth almost drops open, the Heroes always believed the Villains where bottom feeders, living in caves with spread out, separate lairs, but they were oh so wrong.

Out of the long hallway I step into the light of the all white room that I see before me, circular, with glass rooms around all of the edges of the rooms, each about the size of an office cubical. The whole room was buzzing with activity as people where entering the offices and talking across a desk to another person, each of these peoples varied from young to old, exposed powers to almost Innocent looking. In the center of the room was an elevator, all glass that popped out of the ground about 7 feet, showing the all glass, circular, very high tech looking elevator that brought about 10 people up or down at a time. The Villains may even be better off than the Heroes I deduce as I step down the glass stairs of the hallway to the all white tiled floor and take in the look of the area around me, amazing me to the point that I accidentally bump into a person or two, my motor skills blocked by shock. And then I turn and again, a tall spindly woman with cheekbones so defined you'd think her all skin and bones, stood before me, sporting a pant suit with a blazer that had long pointy shoulder pads that passed about an inch from her shoulders. She was quite a contrast from the room, dressed all in pitch black, her hair skillfully tucked into a bun atop her head, lips colored a bright red and smile almost as white as her pale skin that seemed to sink into the walls and floors.

"Widow" my voice wavers slightly, this was definitely not the woman from ten years ago, with the wrinkles that aged her at least ten years and the bags that tired her pitch black eyes. Oh no she was definitely not that woman, she seemed quite young and spritely and her eyes sparkled more so then they ever did before.