Natural sounds filled the air, underlining the quiet. Wind rustled through the overgrown grass, and in the distance there was the cawing of crows. As far as awkward silences went, it was probably one of the more aesthetically pleasing ones Amy had experienced.
Not that that changed what it was.
Amy looked over at the girl sitting near her on a rusted block of metal, Brockton Bay's newest parahuman. She was tall and growth-spurt-thin, but she held herself like she was trying to take up as little space as possible, to fold herself out of the way. Large eyes stared at the ground behind wire-framed glasses.
Of course, that was all superficial compared to the information she'd gotten from holding her hand earlier. Whatever had caused Taylor to trigger had all been swept away by her regeneration, but there were older signs. There were tiny denser patches in her bones starting not quite a year ago, the remnants of microscopic fractures. Those would require enough force to bruise at the very least, maybe draw blood. A couple years further back there had been a period when her growth was slowed by malnutrition, about a month when she hadn't gotten enough to eat. All still recorded in her body today, like rings in a tree.
Amy looked inside herself, trying to find some spark of sympathy. It didn't work. The girl in front of her had been traumatized enough to trigger, possibly abused or neglected before that, and all she could manage to think about it was
at least I don't have to heal this one too. That, and annoyance at Victoria for leaving her
alone with her. The memory of the two hugging replayed in her mind, the blush that had appeared on Taylor's face—
"What?" Taylor said.
Panacea blinked, snapping free from her thoughts to find Taylor meeting her eyes. "Huh?"
"You were glaring at me."
"No I wasn't," she said quickly.
Taylor didn't respond. She just looked away, went back to staring at the ground. Eventually, though she spoke in a voice so soft Amy almost missed it. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No!" Damage control. "No. I'm just… jealous, I guess."
Not for the hug. "Of… you getting new powers. Playing around, experimenting, discovering what you can do."
Way to go, Amy. Alienate the fresh trigger the moment you're left alone with her for more than five minutes.
Taylor stared at her in confusion. "But… you already have powers. You're Panacea."
"Yeah, but I just heal. I can't exactly 'play around' with people's bodies." She wiggled her fingers for emphasis, pushing away the flood of images and ideas that always came with thoughts like that.
"You don't like healing?"
"What—No! No, I…" Amy took a deep breath, trying to remember Carol's PR lectures. "I'm glad that there's something I can do to help people." That was true. "I'm happy that my powers exist." Technically also true.
"But you don't enjoy it?" Taylor asked.
It was Amy's turn to look away now, out at the heavy clouds skimming across the horizon. "I… don't always like the person I have to be to use my powers."
"Why?" The words hung in the air for a few moments before Taylor started to backpedal. "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me."
Amy raised an eyebrow. "You
really want to know?" Generally people didn't. They had an image in their heads of this perfect little healer they could prostrate themselves too, and they got pissed when she didn't play along.
"Yeah."
For a moment Amy was reminded of Dean, of that cloying, smothering certainty that everything would be better if everyone would just let him help them. That wasn't a fair comparison, though. Taylor clearly wasn't in a position to be helping anything.
Okay, but don't blame me if you don't get the answer you wanted. She took a deep breath.
"Out there, right now," Amy said, gesturing around them at the city past the edge of the trainyard, "someone's overdosing. Someone's being stabbed. Someone's dying of something totally incurable, except for me." She didn't look at the other girl, staring up into the clouds instead. Pretending she was just confessing this to the birds and the grass and the rust. "And I don't care about them. Not as anything but more work to do." Her hands tightened into fists by themselves. "I
can't care. If I let myself care about all of it I'll go insane, seeing the same things over and over again. And I hate it. I hate turning myself into that person, that
monster that can see all of that and not feel anything." She sagged slightly. "But I have to, to help people."
The birds cawed. The grass rustled, the bugs offered their contribution. After a while Taylor spoke. "Why don't you stop?"
Amy finally turned to her with a bitter smile. "Sure, that sounds reasonable because you're talking to
me. I'm the one in front of you. Imagine if you were talking to someone dying of internal bleeding after a car wreck, who just got told that Panacea could save them but she
doesn't want to." She saw Taylor flinch and go pale, but she didn't stop. There was a momentum, an almost vicious feeling that these thoughts were upsetting someone besides her for once.
"The people I see in hospitals, all of them went through something horrible. Plenty had it worse than whatever happened to you."
Or to me. "None of
them got superpowers from it." She looked away from Taylor again, out over the deserted junkyard. "Getting powers is like finding a wallet full of money on the ground. Some people just decide that it's theirs now. That they're going to do whatever they want with it, because they can. That's where villains come from." She took a deep breath. "Or you can pick the wallet up and start figuring out who it actually belongs to."
There was silence again, but it was a different kind of silence this time. The quiet of someone sitting and thinking carefully. Eventually Taylor broke it.
"Who do my powers belong to?"
Amy shrugged. "How should I know? Whoever you can help with them. You found that guy pretty fast without even meaning to, maybe spotting crimes is your thing."
"You mean being a Hero," Taylor said.
"Yeah."
"Victoria made it sound like it was mostly, you know," Taylor mimed throwing a punch. "Beating up bad guys."
Amy snorted. "Vicky's very focused on her particular skill set. I don't patrol, and I'm a Hero." She thought for a moment. "How much can you see, when you spread out?"
"I didn't get the chance to really test it…" She chewed her lip for a moment. "A few neighborhoods?"
Amy's eyebrows rose. "That's a lot. I bet the Wards would take you even if all you did was find stuff and report it in."
"Really?" Taylor's eyes widened.
"Yeah." Technically Amy wasn't sure if the Wards were even allowed to refuse people, short of a criminal record, but that was beside the point. Score one for making sure the new cape didn't end up as another Nazi.
Taylor looked like she was trying to make a difficult decision. Amy let her stew, watching her eyes flicker back and forth between her and the junkyard around them. Finally the thin girl said something, just a little too quiet to make out.
Amy opened her mouth to tell Tayor to speak up, then stopped as felt a familiar brush against her mind, like silk over sensitive skin. A tiny weight lifted from her chest, one she didn't even notice was there until it was suddenly gone.
Victoria was back.
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"Would the New Wave take me?" Taylor asked softly.
She saw Panacea's brow furrow, her start to say something, then suddenly look up. Taylor followed her gaze to where a speck of white and gold was rapidly descending through the afternoon sky.
Victoria landed between them, all energy and self-satisfied grin. She dusted off her hands theatrically. "There we go, one crime thwarted and dealt with. Did you two have a good time while I was gone?"
Taylor and Panacea shared a glance, breaking off as Amy rolled her eyes. "It was fine."
Victoria clapped her hands. "Great! We're nearly finished with the tests, there's only a few more—"
"Vicky, it's almost seven," Panacea said, checking her phone.
"—Oh. Um." Victoria seemed to deflate.
The blonde superhero seemed so crestfallen, Taylor felt guilt squirm in her gut. "It's okay, I should get going soon too, anyway. I don't want my dad to start worrying about me."
The two sisters exchanged an indecipherable look.
"I learned a lot today already. Really," Taylor said, forcing a smile. "The station has a bathroom, right? I should probably change into something that isn't…" She gestured to the bloodstained sleeve of her shirt.
"Um, yeah. That's probably a good idea." Victoria hovered an inch off the ground, holding one arm in her opposite hand. She looked uncharacteristically hesitant for a girl Taylor had already pegged as bulldozing through most of life at top speed. "Taylor, can we talk for a second? Before you go?"
Taylor blinked. "Um, sure?"
Victoria took her by the shoulder and led her out through the towers of junk. Eventually they reached a pile of rusted engine blocks with tiny blue wildflowers sprouting up between cylinders and pistons. It wasn't until the older girl had taken a seat on top of it she spoke again. "So, it turns out the girl in that alley worked as a cashier at that pizza place out front."
Taylor's heart sank, waiting for the 'but.'
It was nothing serious, you wasted my time for nothing. She'd screwed up already. Superheroes probably had all this training, rules. She shouldn't have tried to help.
But Victoria continued. "Today the owner came in drunk and decided that since they weren't making ends meet she must be stealing from the register. They kept a gun behind the counter in case anyone dangerous came in, and… things escalated." She took a deep breath. "Taylor, what I'm trying to say is that you probably saved that girl's life."
"What?" Taylor stared blankly as her train of thought tried to screech onto a different track. "But… you did all the work. You saved her."
Victoria's face tightened. "I was half a neighborhood away playing around in a junkyard. Without you, I'd have had no idea any of it was even happening!" She shut her eyes for a moment, letting out a long breath through her nose. When she opened them, she looked a little calmer. "Because you were there, she's going home to her family instead of to a hospital or worse. You made that difference."
Taylor swallowed hard. Talking suddenly seemed unaccountably difficult. "Why… Why are you telling me this?"
Victoria floated down from her perch, landing in front of Taylor and reaching out to touch a spot just above her heart. "You were saying all those things earlier, about not knowing what to do, not knowing how to be a Hero." She gave a soft smile. "Between you and me, Taylor, I think you might already be one."
When she took her hand away, something warm stayed behind in Taylor's chest. Hours later, when she was back at home, once again locked in her room, she was still hearing those words.
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Sophia tossed an apple in the air, the acid-green fruit making a smacking sound as it met the skin of her palm. Toss, catch, toss, catch. The rhythm had an almost comforting quality, like boots against hard pavement, something heavy hitting flesh.
She'd gotten a text from Emma half an hour ago, saying Hebert had finally come back to school. Emma who had gone pale when she'd found out what happened. Emma who had looked
scared.
Sophia grimaced at the memory. That reaction hadn't belonged to the survivor she'd met fighting for her life in that alley more than a year ago. Emma had been making so much progress, but in that moment she'd acted like a victim. Someone who got hurt instead of getting up and hurting others first.
It was her fault. She hadn't stopped to think, to consider how the whole thing might look to someone without powers to call their own. She'd been excited and made a stupid mistake, broken the news in the worst possible way and set her friend back months.
Emma was strong. A fighter. That was why Sophia gave her the time of day. With time she'd get her head screwed back on straight, remember why she was a survivor and Hebert was just another victim. All Sophia had to do was buy her that time. Which meant dealing with Hebert, for now. She'd been getting tricky lately, taking roundabout routes through Winslow's halls, avoiding confrontation. But there were only so many paths she could take to class.
Sophia met the thin girl's eyes the moment she rounded the corner. Taylor froze for a long moment, then headed towards Sophia. The haircut was new. So was the eye contact. Maybe Emma wasn't the only one who needed to remember what kind of person she was.
Sophia pushed herself off the wall where she'd been leaning. "We need to talk."
Taylor stared back, looking her up and down. "Yeah. We do."
"Not here." Sophia jerked her head toward a girls' bathroom nearby. Hebert followed her. There was some merchant-wannabe inside smoking up the place, but Sophia tossed her out on her ass with only a few garbled profanities as retribution. She locked the bathroom door behind them, putting herself between Hebert and the only exit. "So."
"Who are you?" Hebert asked.
Sophia cocked an eyebrow. "Even you should be able to remember people's names, idiot. Or did sticking your arm in a furnace fry your brain too?"
Taylor's fist clenched. "You're a cape. That means you have a costume, a name. Who are you?" Her fingertips had turned to glass, crystalline blackness beginning to creep back up towards her arms. Sophia wondered if she knew she was doing it.
"Don't see why I should tell a newbie like you something like that."
Taylor's head snapped up, eyes full of rage and disbelief. "Do you think things are just going to go back to the way they've been? Now, after all this?"
Sophia took a bite of her apple. The snap of crisp flesh parting under her teeth was like the crack of breaking bone. Taylor flinched. She took her time chewing and swallowing, watching each second that passed without an answer raise the tall girl's blood pressure further. That was good. Angry enemies made stupid mistakes.
"Nope," Sophia said finally.
Taylor's arms were black and shiny up to the elbows, now. She took half a step towards Sophia. "Then what—!"
Now.
The hand holding the apple blurred forward, turning to shadow as it went. Before either of them could blink, it was buried up to the wrist in Hebert's chest.
Seeing the blood drain from Hebert's face was a memory Sophia was going to treasure for
weeks.
"I think you're going to listen to what I have to say very, very carefully, miss shiny-new-powers," she said, voice just above a whisper. "Do you know what happens if I let go right now?"
Hebert shook her head minutely.
"I let go, and you suddenly have a solid object in the same place as your heart and lungs. You die. Got it?" Technically, that was a lie. The apple would stay shadow for a few seconds, and if Hebert was fast enough she could dive out of the way before it turned solid again. This was a terrible, awkward way to hurt someone, useless in a fight. It was, however, fantastic for intimidation. "I said,
got it?"
Hebert gave a shaky nod.
"Good." Sophia straightened up, switching to a more normal voice even as she was careful to keep her hand steady. "Thing is, I don't actually want to kill you like this. See, there's this little thing called
secret identities, dumbass. Someone with a solid object in their chest, people can trace that back to me." She leaned in closer, locking eyes with Taylor. "But I
will if you
make me. Go get yourself a costume. Don't worry,
I'll find you. We'll have the whole city to try to kill each other." She grinned in anticipation, imagining just how much of a 'fight' that would be. "But in school, powers are off limits."
Taylor grit her teeth. "A-and if I don't?" It was almost impressive in a pathetic way, like a bug that had had all its legs torn off but one but was still trying to move.
Sophia rolled her eyes. "My best friend used to go to sleepovers with you. I know where you live. I know where your father works. I'm
offering to only come after you with a mask on. If you turn that down, it's your problem."
Hebert took a long shuddering breath, and for a moment Sophia wondered if she was about to start crying. Instead, she just stared at the tiled floor long enough for Sophia to start noticing the buzzing of fluorescent lights above.
"…Fine," she said at last. It sounded like it cost her something. "No powers in school."
Sophia smirked. "Smart," she said, slowly removing the apple. She turned around to unlock the bathroom door.
From behind her came the sounds of Taylor dusting herself off. There was a sigh. "I can't believe this entire time I've been going to class with a supervillain."
Sophia froze. "Who said I was a villain?"
"What?" Naked disbelief hung from every syllable of Taylor's words. "After— How could you
not—"
Sophia spun. Her fist slammed into Taylor's stomach, doubling her over. Her elbow hammered down onto the skinny girl's back, sending her tumbling to the floor.
"I do what I want, Hebert," Sophia hissed at the crumpled pile on the floor in front of her. "It just so happens that includes hurting people who deserve it. Be grateful."
She turned and unlocked the door in front of her with a sharp click. One foot at a time Sophia stepped over the threshold into the halls of Winslow, ignoring the groaning heap of trash behind her.