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Luc and Jacy

Lucas sighed when he heard the front door open, looking at the time. "Three am, Jacy."

"The spooky hour." Jacy groaned, falling onto the couch, her red hair covering her face, her supersuit in tatters. "You think Remi would fix my suit again?"

"We'll Ask xem later, where's the damage?" The short boys voice was soft and scared. He was too sweet and innocent to have a girlfriend who fought crime. A girlfriend who came home bruised and bloody and with broken ribs.

"Don't worry about it, Luc." Jacy say up, hugging Lucas, a wince of pain leaving her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Lucas' voice was soft as he laid his head on her chest. "I'm so sleepy."

"Then stop worrying about me and sleep, wouldn't want you to get sick." Her fingers combed through the fluffy hair so sweetly and smoothly, coaxing Lucas to sleep, soft snores leaving him as he laid in his girlfriends arms.

She loved this, but she hated the worry. He's only twenty one, yet ever since they started dating he looks older and older, worry lines appearing and bags under his eyes. She laid her head on Lucas' starting to go to sleep when her phone buzzed. She let it go to voicemail, listening to the voicemail.

"Yo, it's Phillip! Y'know, your best friend who is worrying about you right now. If you could notify me that you didn't die that be great."

She called Phillip back, talking to him for hours and hours, she didn't go to sleep till eight am. But that was okay, cause for once she didn't feel like a superhero. She felt like a teenage girl, with an amazing boyfriend and an awesome friend.

How golden that feeling was.