Just Super.

Amberley

After arriving at JFK airport, the two managed to get tickets in flash.

Security was a whole other question. 

"Why would you wear so much metal going through a metal detector of all things?!" The exasperated security guard asked an extremely red, and extremely embarrassed Addison. Amberley was doing nothing to help the situation as she stood to the side and rolled her eyes mockingly. 

"Yeah, what were you thinking, tin man?" she snorted, and Addison glared at her.

"Thanks, Amb." He muttered sarcastically.

 After security, the twins had an hour to kill before their flight took off, which was spent playing cards, eating too much junk food, and then playing soccer with the wrappers.

Finally, a voice over the loudspeaker announced final boarding for flight #1327 to Paris and the two made their way over to the gate.

"Passports, please."

"Uhh....." Amberley and Addison exchanged a look as they handed over their passports, a heavy weight settling in their stomachs.

Thankfully, the old man sitting at the check in counter place, as Amberley decided to call it, must have had very poor vision or no access to any newsfeed whatsoever as he scanned their passports and handed them right back to them. 

Relieved, Amberley and Addison scurried over to their flight attendant, who led them to their seat.

Amberley gripped the arms of the seat tightly, relaxing only a tiny bit as Addison's hand covered hers. For some reason, Amberley had never been able to stand heights, and an airplane - that would be crossing the ocean, she reminded herself with a shudder - was no exception whatsoever. 

She squeezed her eyes tight, and tried to focus on the good things happening around her. They had accomplished more than they ever thought possible in the past week, after all. They had discovered their parents were super heroes, been chased by cops - more than once, escaped a high security underground organization, walked across half of New York City, and now, were headed to Paris to save Kathryn and Sienna. To save her moms.

To save the only family she knew. 

And so with comforting thoughts in her head and the reassurance of having her brother by her side, Amberley let the gentle rocking of the plane preparing for takeoff rock her to sleep.

Amberley awoke to a screaming pain in her ears and her back aching. She moaned, and opened her eyes, blinking away the sleep and the jetlag as she was greeted with a revolting burst of sunlight. She stretched, and heard her back and neck pop as though someone had stuffed firecrackers up her shirt. 

"Welcome to Paris International." A dreamy voice spoke over the loudspeaker. "The current time is 11:37 AM and the temperature is a beautiful 20 degrees celsius and sunny. Your bags will be at baggage claim #18 in terminal C-" 

Amberley stopped listening because the voice had switched to German, and she honestly didn't care. Their only  baggage was their small, faithful backpacks which were stowed away under the seats in front of them as carry ons.

She turned to her brother, who, much to her amusement, was talking in his sleep.

"Not the pickles, Mr. Ham Sandwich..." He slurred, and Amberley fought back her laughter as she gently shook him awake.