Lucky

Written for: Laurie Dennison

Written By: Kristina M Sanchez

Summary/Prompt used: Rock concert and meeting the lead singer of favourite band and Superheroes

If you'd like to read more stories from the exchange, check out the hashtag #sexstoryexchange4

So many thanks to Betsy! My Betsy. Not...well, you'll see.

Lucky

A Superhero Vignette

"This is bullshit."

Jared was well aware he looked like an asshole. He was hunkered down in his seat, arms crossed, scowling like a little kid who'd been told he couldn't go out and play until he'd eaten all his veggies. And maybe the description was apt. If he was going to be treated like a child, he might as well get to act like one. Besides, it wasn't as though he was trying to impress the man who sat across from him in the limo, taking up almost all of the backseat. "I don't need a babysitter."

"It's not babysitting," Buffer said. "I'm not a babysitter. I'm—"

"A Superhero," Jared said, acid dripping from every word.

"I was going to say protection."
"Like a condom," Jared said, his lips quirking up in a smirk despite his sour mood. "Did you ever notice buffer sounds a lot like fluffer?"

"Buffer sounds a lot like someone who stands between you and whoever wants to abduct your ass this week," the man said, deadpan. "Which, maybe ironically, is what your mom hired me to do."

"You know, I'm an adult. I'm not even a novice at it. I'm not a teenager. I've had six years of adulting experience. It shouldn't matter what my mommy wants." He said the words scathingly. "Is this even legal?"

He was, of course, whining, and he knew it. Superheroes couldn't exactly be monitored under normal laws. That was why they were the ones who went after Supervillains. What normal person could hope to stop a super?

But that was the point, as his mother had told him repeatedly every single time they argued about this subject. The Supervillains were after him; he couldn't hope to protect himself. Still, he slumped down further in his seat. "I'm not holding out for a hero," he muttered to himself. "I hate that song."

"So, when you were tied to the top of the radio tower, you didn't need a Hero's help to get down before you got hit by lightning?"

Jared scowled.

"And you could have gotten yourself off the Unnecessarily Slow Dipping Mechanism before you fell into that vat of acid?"

"Look—"

"And last year. That whole business when you were on vacation, a Hero didn't—"

"Okay!" He sat up a little straighter, trying to ignore the wave of dizziness that crashed into him with the memories Buffer stirred. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Look, I'm not trying to be an unappreciative brat. Fine. I needed rescuing all those times." He had to try hard not to sound bitter. "You're right. Without you and the other Heroes, I'd be dead a few times over. Fine. But, dude. This place I want to go to right now? It's a random dive bar. Every time a Villain got to me, I was somewhere I was supposed to be. They planned. They plotted.

"I didn't plan this. The band announced they were playing this bar today. I didn't tell anyone I was coming because I want to fly under the radar. These guys are trying to get noticed. The last thing they need is for the Governor's son to take all the attention off them, which is exactly what would happen if anyone knew I was there. There's no dastardly plan because there couldn't be any dastardly plotting."