Supers at the Superstore

Because of his weakness to gasses and not actually knowing that she had gas on her glove Vincent is quickly knocked out by Miss Valentine's knockout gas.

When he woke up Vincent was pretty upset at himself. He had gotten cocky and let his guard down. That was whatever though you aren't going to win every single time and sometimes you aren't going to fight to your full potential. Besides he couldn't just sit in this random dark room feeling sorry for himself. He needed to get out of there!

As he sat up and looked around he all he could really see was the figure of a person sitting right next to him. "Ah shit," he thought to himself, "that's the lady who used the knockout gas on me." Right when he was about ready to swing at her a couple things happened. One he noticed that he could feel a slight breeze on his face, two the person talking to him knew his name, and three she sounded like the lady that he bumped into at the grocery store.

All Vincent could respond with was, "Uh... yeah that's me why?" It was a really shitty response, but it was the only one that he could come up with quickly.

"My parents? They... I dunno it's like a fifty fifty with those two. Before they would get really upset if I went out and didn't tell them where I was, but as I got older they cared less and less. I mean it's not like they don't care it's just that they usually trust me not to do anything retarded you know?" After his little speech he pulled his phone out to check if his parents had texted him to check up on him. The only text he got was from his dad telling him not to worry about the groceries anymore. "See nothing to worry about." He said told her.

After realizing he essentially ignored the second half of her apology he started talking again. "Also can't say I blame you for attacking me in the store. People in the past have told me that my choice of costume might cause me trouble in the future, and I've ignored every single one of those warnings," he chuckles awkwardly, "so I uh... I uh guess they were right. Wearing a ski mask when you're fighting criminals is a sure fire way to get people to think you're one of them."

Vincent pointed at the clothes he was wearing at the time. "What is this? This is the most poverty tier costume I could come up with. Yes, being mistaken as a criminal might sound bad, but there are some benefits to it. For example I don't have to hide it from my parents. I can just go out with my normal clothes and keep the ski mask in my backpack. Which leads me to point number two. I can change into my 'costume' extremely quickly," he made air quotes when he said costume, "I mean sure. I have super speed and yes changing wouldn't take very long compared to a normal person. But the ski mask? That's like two seconds tops for a normal person and even faster for me." He paused for a second to let her process the information. "Finally the most important benefit of just wearing a ski mask is that it's cheap." Vincent stood up and grabbed the ski mask from a night stand. "This right here? I literally just took it from a dude who was threatening a 7-11 clerk with a steak knife. It cost me nothing which is a nice when you don't have a job." As he finished his rant he smiled at her.

When she checked him out a few times he didn't notice being the unaware dipshit that he is.

"Maybe I am making excuses, or maybe I just didn't think about ways that I could hide myself when I was changing. I dunno I'm not exactly the brightest knife in the crayon shed. I mean I literally ignored a bunch of people telling me that dressing up like a criminal while fighting criminals is a bad idea."

He sat back down next to her. "Oh yeah. Also don't worry about helping me make a costume. It's probably going to be something really simple so it shouldn't be too expensive."

"If you chose for your costume to be rubber doesn't that mean it's technically part of it by design?"  he shrugged and then remembered that they were in her parent's house, "By the way, forgot to ask this earlier, but do you need me out by a certain time?  Because if you need me out soon I can find my way home on my own."

This was weird to Vincent.  He could understand not wanting to leave, but she sounded so hurt when he asked her if he needed to be out by a certain time.  Not wanting to make the situation more awkward he decided to stay for a while. "Uh no I can stay for a while I was just wondering because usually when I hang out with people everyone has to leave by a certain time," after a few moments of awkward silence he starts talking again, "So what do you want to do?"

"Sure," he said happily, "what do you want to talk about?  I'm not exactly great at starting conversations so, and the things that I do talk about aren't exactly great conversation topics."

Vincent is doing his best to not laugh out loud.  "I'm 17 and a girlfriend?  Hell no I have about as much charisma as a brick wall, and even then that's a huge stretch.  You think a girl would date the weirdo who just hangs out in the library and talks to his friends about stupid shit during break and lunch?"

When she placed her arm around his Vincent did nothing.  Mainly because he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in this situation.  "Personality has a lot to do with it.  No one really wants to date the literal hermit with weird hobbies, but it's fine.  I'm not depressed or anything over not having a girlfriend.  My guy friends are cool anyways.  We go to someones house, play video games, and just be degenerates.  It's great."

"Oh my powers are actually really simple.  I fly, lift a lot, be really durable, and be really fast.  As for how I got them.  I don't actually know.  It's just like one day I was sitting around in my room on my computer and I started floating.  At first I freaked out, but I managed to get it under control really quickly."

"Yeah most people would think that, but I just got my powers a few months ago.  As for the whole playing sports thing I'll probably sign up for something later on in the school year.  I'm thinking about trying wrestling."

He turned and looked at her. "What about you?  I've been talking about myself the whole time, but I still barely know anything about you.  Like what are your powers?  What do you like to do?  Stuff like that."

"Studying and training," he muttered under his breath, "so you actually earned most of what you had instead of just randomly getting it like me one day? That's cool."

"Also when you stuck your fingers in my nose I didn't think that I would get knocked out that quickly. And when you were holding me I wasn't actually going all out. I didn't know how strong or durable you were so I only used a tiny fraction of my strength to avoid possibly killing you."

"Yeah you're right I should probably let them know I didn't die." Vincent opened the window and began to fly home.