Now that I was flying, how did I get down from here? With a new villain every hour of the day, this was the last thing anyone needed.

Think, think, think... how do I get down...

I closed my eyes in thought for two seconds, and suddenly, I was free-falling a hundred feet in my apartment building alleyway. At least it was home.

Then, suddenly, I wasn't free-falling.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," his sultry voice said as he readjusted me in his broad arms. His grip tightened as if to keep me from squirming out of his arms, but I was locked tight.

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods?" His blue eyes batted at me.

"You're neck of the woods? YOURS? I live right here!" I screamed at him, whacking him in the gut. Whoops. There went my address.

"Really? Which one is yours? I'll take you home—"

"Please... the only place you'll be taking yourself is out of here," I snapped at him.

He scooped me into his arms, bridal style, and swooped down onto solid ground. "I'm going to find out which apartment is yours, and when I do, we're going to have some fun."

"Keep dreaming," I snapped.

"Oh, I will. Thank you," he said back before walking toward the apartment entrance. A few moments of stalling and I lead him down the hallway to my doorway, just to get him to leave.

"Hey, boo thang. Who is this gorgeous young man?" Denis, my roommate from Craigslist, blinked a few times at Super Muscles, clearly enjoying the view as we entered my apartment.

"He was just leaving," I muttered under my breath.

"Oh, don't be silly. Stay for dinner," Denis offered. He always pushed my buttons, but I loved him like a brother.

"He was just leaving," I snapped again as a glass plate flew across the room, smacking into the wall. "Oh shit. I swear I didn't mean to go all Carrie on you, Denis," I freaked.

"It's okay, honey. I see you have another superpower. That's great! I'll get the vacuum—" Denis ran off to find the vacuum while Superman here googled the wallpaper with his eyes.

"I guess I'll leave you two," he breathed deeply.

"You want to stay for dinner, don't you?" I watched him smack his lips together.

"Yep, I kind of like spaghetti and meatballs too much."

"Well, it's a good thing because you're staying for dinner—" I said, watching his eyebrow rise in amusement.

"Oh, goodie, Captain America is staying for dinner," Denis jabbed, returning with the vacuum. He cleaned up my mess in seconds.

Denis finished putting a third plate on the table before setting up for dinner so we could sit down and eat.

Man muscles slurped a spoonful of spaghetti the minute he got it, using his mask as a temporary napkin. "Do you mind if I take it off? It's only so the public doesn't know who I am—" he winked at me and looked between Denis and me, blinking at us.

"Please, for the love of all that is holy, take it off!" I screeched.

"Yes, please, Deary," Denis said. "It's scorching outside. I don't know how you wore it in the first place. Anywho, that sexy detective called. He wanted to know if you were okay and if you could come to the station to see him tomorrow, Char-Char."

"Char-Char?" the super repeated before ripping his mask off completely, revealing his face to both of us—clear skin, chiseled jawline, deep blue eyes. He was hot.

"Uh... umm..." Quick! Tell him he's hideous, and look away!

"I'm a virgin, you know. I heard you ask about sex, and I don't mess with pretty, prissy fuck-boys like you." Shit, did that leave my mouth?

Superdick laughed, clearly enjoying the show as he slurped down another fork of spaghetti. "I can change that," He smiled at me, his teeth white and straighter than I will ever be.

Denis also found this amusing, slurping down his meal as he smirked in the corner. "Aww, young love. What can you do."

"Is it shark week, or are you pregnant with Jesus Christ? Because you're awful moody for just another Tuesday as a girl."

"Detective douche didn't tell you?" I snapped, tilting my head to get a better angle of the guy before me.

"Tell me what?" He chuckled again before taking a bite of garlic bread.

"I'm not like most girls—"

"I see that," He agreed. "You have superpowers like me, you're always bitching about something, and you have been keeping this 'bad-girl' act up for a while to get the Los Angeles Police Department to notice you so well." He winked at me and slurped down another fork full.

"Shut up," I snapped, slopping spaghetti his way.

"Good to know you're not going to eat that because I was just going to ask for it," He scooped the spaghetti from the table and slipped it into his mouth while I rolled my eyes at him. "You going to eat that?" He pointed his fork at my plate.

I slipped my plate his way, got up from my seat, and hustled to my room down the hallway. Moments later, there was a knock in my doorway.

"Sweetheart, he's gone. He left just a few seconds ago."

"I don't want to talk, Denis," I snapped at him, tears streaming.

"He likes you, you know. I think you should give him a shot."

"I don't want to hear it," I cried.

"Okay," he said. I'm going to the gym. If you want to come and test out your super-muscles, you can." His eyebrows wiggled at me as he slipped his hand down the doorframe.

There was a quick silence, quiet enough to hear a pin drop before I sighed. "Fine, fine, I'll come."

In an instant, I leaped to my feet, dashed to my dresser, and swiftly snatched a fresh set of clothes from the drawers, all in the blink of an eye before Denis could even begin to respond.

Denis's smile widened as he watched me walk past him, and he couldn't contain his excitement. "And it just keeps getting better," he exclaimed.

"Sure," I said. "Let's go before Detective Grant shows up." Denis followed me out of the room.