Holding Out For A Hero

Ice Breakers

A guy in a golden suit busted in through the doors. His red hair stuck up all over his head in different places. Through his golden face mask his green orbs looked towards me. He shook off his headphones and clicked his tongue like a parent did to scold a child.

I crossed my arms annoyed as Blake begun to eagerly get on his feet. At the moment I was preparing for him to faint.

"Oh my god, Rar-Rar, oh my god! That's Quickie! It is thee Quickie Quick!"

The super hero chuckled. "Why I never knew a criminal so small and excited to see me."

Blake seemed confused he put his hands in the air and shook his head. "But I'm not a villain neither is Rar-Rar."

Crap, this guy! He's going to be a problem. What the hell am I suppose to do? I can't let him answer Blake, I need a distraction. Think Rarity, his names like a porno name.

"He's too self centered to belong in a porn show. Porn stars share, he looks like the kind that would just take." I mumble aloud oblivious to the fact they both could both hear me.

"What's a porn show?" Blake turned his head towards me with a curious expression.

The dude -Quickie Quick- begun to freak out. "I am not self centered, woman! You don't even know me!"

I scoffed, "your right I don't and I'm glad not too. I prefer guys who give after they take."

Quickie's face went tomato red. He fidgeted with the wrist ends of his golden gloves avoiding my eyes. "TMI, lady."

"Says the guy who calls himself, Quickie Quick." I laid out a bill on the counter, pretending the porn star wasn't right behind me. He smelled like real expensive champagne. The kind of alcohol only rich people, who owned limos drank. His thick fingers hooked onto my elbow and I froze prepared to fight.

It may have not seemed like it but I packed a pretty decent punch. Everybody me and Blake ran into on the street knew not to mess with us. If one person dared to say a word about Blake they found themselves stuck head first in a gutter. Mess with me, okay but ever glare at my baby bumble bee and you were dead meat.

"I was younger alright, I didn't have my mind in the gutter back then." His grip tighten. It wasn't the strongest touch in the world so I figured he must have not had super strength like Navy Night.

Good advantage we'll have then, I smirked. Just have to come up with a plot to grab Blake and try to stay uncaught.

"I believe you're a liar, sir. You probably named yourself Quickie-Quick because you think you're speedy. You may run fast but how long does it take you in the bedroom? Ten hours, four at the least?"

"That's none of your business you pervert!" He snapped turning me frontal of him. His face was about two inches from mine and his breath smelled. Seriously this boy needed a mint, didn't he brush his teeth?

"Unless of course, you want me to prove myself to you?"

Oh good gracious god, I am about to faint. It reeks so bad, somebody-anybody kill me now!

"Hey! Get off Rar-Rar so she can answer my question." An angry Blake called. He came between us, pushing Quickie away from me with an excellent amount of force. The man fell back to his bottom staring widely at Blake.

I took hold of Blake's arm and hunched over to protect him. Blake knowing this instinct of mine quite well hung on tightly. He rested his head in between the crease of my shoulder and neck. "Rarity?" He whispered as I watched Quickie get to his feet.

If I wasn't keeping such a close eye on fast boy ahead it would have surprised me to hear him say my full name. Blake never did that unless there was a problem bugging him which was rare since he tried to be so self dependent.

"Yeah, Bumble?"

Quickie ran towards us at a normal pace and at the last minute I jumped to the side, holding in a snicker. Wasn't he known for his running? Why didn't he come at me harder!

He fell into the nearest food rack then begun to rub his head. I was about to throw my foot back to kick him when he suddenly took hold of it. He chuckled, rolling onto his back. "Girl, drop the kid and let me turn you into the-"

"What's a porn show, Rarity?"

Quickie lifted his hand from my foot and burst into laughter. He held his stomach, hitting the tile floor while I gasped at Blake. The warmth ran into my cheeks. What was I suppose to say?

Stroking the side of his face I whispered, "it's nothing. Just a show for grown men who have no lives to watch."

Blake nodded, "does Navy Night watch porn?"

A louder bubble of chuckles exploded from underneath my feet. Quickie begun to pound the floor harder, causing it to buzz with energy. His hands were barely visible with speed. He actually did have a power.

Back and forth his hand went up and down within milo-seconds. It was kind of freaky at first but I begun to admire his gift. Imagine being able to run faster than a cheetah by foot and never get captured or run to England and New York within a day.

"Navy Night," he choked out, "watching porn. No life. Old man." He hit his head a few times and before I could get the urge to tackle him a new sound cut me short.

"Quick, why are you on the floor?"

My gaze shot to the area where the candy boxes were. There standing in his navy body suit and eye mask was the man who could freeze my heart. The person who I hated with the most passion; Navy Night.

*A/N: I love Quickie Quick! His name makes me giggle. Plus his personality. He is just easy to write and fun to tease :) I hoped you all enjoyed it!*