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Asking Courtship

It was almost pretty, the view that was—not Villain. Villain obstructed the view with his massive ego, and you know, the whole dangling Civilian over the city. Well, dangling wasn’t the right term either. Villain carefully held her in his arms as they flew over the city, bathed in an orange glow from the sunset.

“Let me down, please—slowly,” Civilian said.

A half-smile graced Villain’s face when they looked down at Civilian. “Don’t worry,” they said, “We’re almost there.”

She groaned and hoped that whatever scheme Villain cooked up this time, would wrap up quickly. She had to get home soon and finish getting the apartment clean. Still, she considered Villain far better company than her parents, so perhaps this would be a good excuse. Being kidnapped by a villain was the best of excuses, right?

Even without the excuses, Civilian couldn’t deny that she always found flying with Villain an interesting experience at the least. Well, interesting and slightly apprehensive were close enough to each other that it didn’t matter what description she used.

While the wind was nice and they never flew too fast, enough hero-centric horror stories had been told that she developed an entirely healthy fear of being sucked into a plane turbine or something equally gory. It didn’t help matters that Villain wore a cape, but, somehow, there had never been mention of a single cape incident in any of the records.

Not that Civilian had looked them up. Never. She maintained her rationality. And no, her fear was not paranoia. See, she was flying without panicking or any flight risk movements. She was perfectly fine up here. Besides Civilian could tell that the view was pretty. See? No paranoia here. Nope. Not at all.

Civilian clung to the view, hoping to erase the height from her mind. Pretty. It was pretty. If she focused on the scenery or her evening plans, she could forget about being in the air where planes could easily hit them before they ever saw a hint of Villain.

Relief flooded her as he finally set them on the rooftop—slowly and gently like Civilian had asked. Not that she chose to dwell on that. She merely took it in observation.

“You okay?” Villain asked, rubbing their side. “You were hanging on a bit tight. I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have a new bruise tomorrow.”

“I’m sure you’ll handle it,” Civilian said, taking in his smile and joking tone. She shouldn’t be in the mood for this. She twisted her face up into a scowl proving just how much she disapproved of him deciding to kidnap her today of all days.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Villain said. “Are you okay?”

Civilian heaved a sigh, “I’ll be fine. I just need to get my bearings.”

“You’re always so calm. Are you sure everything is okay?”

She rested her hands to open her lungs more. “Yeah. So, what’s the plan for today?” She ran her hands down through her hair and pulling it tight against her neck. “You don’t often fly around that long. What? Is Hero standing you up?”

“I thought you’d like the view.” He shuffled and gestured towards the sunset. “And you looked like you were having a bad day.”

“And Hero?” She asked, trying to determine how she fit into the picture today.

Villain shrugged. “I don’t need her to do this. It’s not like I exist for her. I have my own life, you know.”

Civilian laughed at the thought of him dressed in white collar clothing and working in some cubical. “And so many friends to prove it.”

“Well, I have you, don’t I?”

“Sure thing, Fabio.”

“Fabio?”

“I don’t know, it’s something my Pops would say.”

Villain turned towards her. Huh, she hadn’t noticed how soft his face was tonight, but his smile shown just as bright as usual. “You know,” he said, “Every time I think I’ve got you figured out, you surprise me.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, ‘Fabio?’ ‘Pops?’ Who says those things anymore?” He started laughing for some reason. “Anyway. You sure you’re okay?”

Civilian shrugged, “I mean, I did just get kidnapped.”

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“I’ve got company coming tonight.”

His face froze. “Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

She waved her hand off. “It’ll be okay. The view is pretty.”

“Pretty’s what you say when you aren’t serious.”

She waved him off and sat down on the ledge, taking in the sunset in all its glory. “It is beautiful. It’s amazing how much color there is in the clouds. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” He sat down beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched.

“My parents are coming to visit.” She stretched her arms, trying to subdue the tension that had built up in her.

“Didn’t you say you had a good relationship with them?”

“Yeah, but they’re so nitpicky… They’ll clean the house for me and talk about the best way to cook and clean and everything.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, I’m an adult now. You’d think that they’d let me do things my way.”

“It sounds like they’re just trying to help.”

“They are,” she gestured towards the city below. “That just makes everything harder. I can’t get upset with them about it because they’re so nice about it.”

“I’m glad you have someone looking out for you.” He nudged her with his shoulder. “I was getting pretty worried about how easy it is to pick you up off the streets.”

“Well, sorry that I’m don’t have defenses against supervillains.”

He acted all bashful at the term though he was clearly trying to play it off in that melodramatic persona he put on for Hero. “Please I don’t deserve the honor.” For a long moment, they sat there in silence admiring the scenery before Villain spoke again. “I lied. I wanted to talk with you tonight.” He brought his legs up to the roof and sat, crisscross applesauce, facing her. “You’re a good friend. Probably the best friend I’ve ever had.”

Civilian adjusted herself to look at him.

“I’m serious! I mean, I know we didn’t get off to the right foot and everything, but you’ve become really important to me, and I don’t want to lose you, even as a friend.”

Oh, Civilian knew where this was going. She couldn’t keep her heart steady.

“And I know that I’m a villain and everything but, I’d like your permission to pursue you? Like, romantically?”

She knew her face flushed at the question. “I would like that on one condition.”

Villain’s posture snapped up, almost as though he were at attention. “What?”

“I get to pursue you too.”

Villain’s eyebrows scrunched up, “You can’t do that if I’m trying to pursue you though. That doesn’t make sense. It’ll be like running at each other.”

He was going to make her spell it out for him, wasn’t he? “I think I like you too. I’m not sure if it’s like-like or just like though.”

“Oh, okay. That’s fine then. We can try to pursue each other and see where it takes us.”

A small smile came to Civilian’s face, now feeling more comfortable. “Thank you.”

“I should probably take you home then. Need help cleaning?” He’d brushed off his pants as he stood up and offered his hand.

“How good are you at dishes?” She took his hand.

“I’d make a 5-star dishwasher.” He pulled her into his arms and took to the air once more.

“Great.”