Adam didn't know his last name. It was probably something that was important to know but he was given to Rosie when he was maybe 4 years old so he didn't even know he needed a last name at that age.

He didn't know his parents' names because he was 4. He didn't know anything because he was 4.

Adam sometimes wished he hadn't been 4. He remembers the vague shape of his mother, her long blonde hair and her grinning face. He remembers weird choir songs and the way she would hold his hand.

Except that was it, that was all Adam could remember of his mother.

Fuck.

That punch hurt.

The man in front of him had finally put up a fight, smashing his fist into Adam's face. It hurt more than any hit he had taken that night but the resounding hit he had returned was well worth it when the man fell to the ground on the dirty alleyway.

The man said something that Adam couldn't really read under all the blood but it was probably another 'I didn't touch her.' Adam had seen him touch the girl, it's not like he could have forgotten.

The man passed out as Adam smashed his face into the brick building behind the man's stiff body.

Adam sighed, it would have been nice if the man hadn't passed out. Now he was going to have to drag the guy to the police station, instead of sending them to walk over under threat of death.

He had read online that Spider-man called the police when he had caught rapists and drug dealers but Adam was not able to do that, it wasn't as if he could hear what the 911 operator would say back.

The beanie on his head was starting to shift but Adam had a job to do here. He pulled out the notebook he kept in his pocket and pulled a pen out of the weather, not really sure where he had kept it during the fight.

Did he have a concussion?

Adam wrote a little note to whichever bystander happened to find the man.

'I would really appreciate it if you called 911. I tried to rape an innocent girl. Karma got involved.'

He left it on the man's body, pinned down by a corner of his jacket. Adam then dragged the man into the middle of the sidewalk and then scrambled up the fire escape.

Rooftops were always less chaotic than the streets.

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Rooftops were always less chaotic than the streets. Vinny stood on the roof of her house, staring at her window, ready to climb back in but unsure if they should.

Whatever that gold substance was that seeped into their skin, Vinny felt like they should be careful. With the number of people getting weird-ass superpowers from the most innocent things, it would be Seraphine's luck to get superpowers from investigating a possible possession.

However, Vinny was investigating a possible possession. What if that gold substance was what possessed Spider-man and Vinny was next? Was it worth going inside and possibly hurting Russ, Lucy and Lucas?

Vinny shook her head. It wasn't worth it. She needed to find someone to help.

There was only one person who had saved someone from possible possession before and that was Hawkeye (the longer-haired).

It was, Vinny checked their phone, 12 am. Hopefully, Hawkeye (the longer-haired) was out tonight or Vinny was kind of screwed.

She sat down on the rooftop and began to do the research she needed to. Where did Hawkeye (the longer-haired) patrol? What area? Which borough? Could Vinny get there by train? Was the crisply cold air worth it?

Eventually, Vinny figured that Hawkeye (the longer-haired) patrolled in Bed Stuy, and therefore in Brooklyn. Luckily, Vinny lived in Brooklyn.

She climbed off the roof and walked back to the train.

It was maybe 30 minutes before Vinny was standing on another rooftop, this time a large apartment building with a rusted-out fire escape.

She wasn't going to yell out for Hawkeye (the longer-haired), that sounded like a great way to get killed. No, Vinny was going to wait and hope with all her might that Hawkeye (the longer-haired) was going on patrol and might see Vinny among all the tall buildings and apartment complexes.

She stood there for a while, feeling that if she were to sit down Hawkeye (the longer-haired) might not notice her.

It was 2 am when footsteps could be heard behind her.

"Hello?"

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"Hello?" Rune said to the receptionist. "I'm here for an interview."

"Which position?" The receptionist/secretary said. Rune wasn't precisely sure which she counted as.

"Um," Rune began, a little nervous about saying it out loud. "The model position for the art students?"

The receptionist/secretary rolled her eyes and looked him up and down. "Head on over to the art department. It's that big modernist building down the street, they'll interview you there."

Rune scanned her peripheral thoughts and found a map to the building, as well as a mental image of the building. It was covered in snow in her memory, but it was still helpful. "Thank you so much," Rune said, extruding polite qualities and feelings towards her, hoping it would influence her at least a little bit.

He left the admin building and walked across the campus, in the direction of the art building. A few students he passed were art students coming from the building that Rune was heading towards so he used their memories to guide him.

Logically speaking, Rune's abilities were probably extremely unethical, but he couldn't help it. Thoughts were easy to read because no one controls them. They think that no one can hear them. Normally they would be right, but Rune was different from the average person.

"Hey, I heard you guys needed models?" Rune said to the college student at the front desk of the art building. He didn't think colleges normally had people in the foyers at desks but this was Columbia, it was Ivy League, maybe the Ivy League schools were just fancier?

"Yeah," the girl said, flipping through her clipboard. "What's your name?"

"Rune. Harrison." He smoothed down his sweater, unsure if these were the right clothes to wear to an interview like this.

The girl nodded, finding his name. "Yeah, so the photography department grabbed you. I'll show you over." She stood up, her sweet turquoise dress complimenting her platinum blonde hair.

Rune decided to boost her confidence in the simplest way possible. "Your dress is really nice."

"Oh," she grinned. "Thank you." She then began talking about how much he would be paid. She mentioned that, as all models do, he had the right to refuse to take nude photos and could always report a student to either their teacher or campus security.

Rune probably should have been freaked out but the girl's thoughts were so smooth and serene that Rune almost got lost in them as she stopped in front of the art classroom.

"Hey, who called for Harrison?" The girl, whose thoughts said she was named Jeanie, called into the room, laughing when a taller white boy slipped out of his seat and headed over.

"Hi," The guy said, as Jeanie left them to their own devices, not after letting Rune know when and where he could pick up his check. "I'm Peter, you're Rune, right?"

Rune nodded, "Yeah. It's nice to meet you."

"It's cool to meet you too, dude." Peter let Rune into the classroom. "Let me grab my stuff and then we can talk?"

"Sounds good."

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"Sounds good." Essie heard someone say from downstairs. She poked her head out of her room, staring down the stairs where Karl was talking with their social worker.

She pulled her head back into the room, the strange feeling of pins and needles stuck in her hands. Essie didn't have bad circulation, it was the feeling of her powers activating. They rubbed their hands together trying to dissipate the feeling.

It didn't work.

Essie grabbed the window sill, yanking it up and shoving her hands out the window, just as pillars of ice speared out from her hands. She stared, quietly, as the sharp crackling of the growing ice filled the room she stood in.

They pulled their hands off the window sill and sat down. Essie stared at the spears of ice that jutted out from her window, they had already begun to drip under the warm heat of the sun. She shook out the feeling in her hands.

The front door slammed shut, probably Karl heading out to work. Essie sighed, checking the clock. It was 1:30 pm. Karl had definitely left for work.

Essie didn't need to head over to her job until 5, so she had some time to melt the giant ice pillars slowly but surely, melting off her window sill. She grabbed the hairdryer from her dresser and plugged it into the socket by the windowsill.

Yes. They were going to melt the two, almost arm's length, pillars with a hairdryer. Mostly because there was no way they were going to try to use their fire or explosion abilities on their windowsill. There was way too much of a chance that Essie would explode her window.

She pointed the hairdryer at the base of the ice, smacking it every once in a while to see if the ice had separated from the wood. It was taking too long. She had the stuff to do. She had papers to write, she had money to make.

The only reason Essie wasn't going to leave the icicles there to melt was that others could see them. No one could know what just happened. Karl couldn't know.

She rolled her eyes as she smashed her fist into the base of the ice spear, hoping to all deities that the icicle would break. It did and went smashing down to the driveway below. It shattered into a bazillion small pieces.

Essie sighed and moved on to the second icicle.

The ice slowly began to melt.

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The ice slowly began to melt in the cup of water that was placed in front of the metal table in front of Sawyer.

"He's a minor," Eden was saying to a cop outside the door of the interrogation room, which was left open. "You can't question him without a lawyer present and a guardian. I'm currently his guardian. Let me in there."

The cop shook his head, "Your son-"

"Nephew."

"Your nephew is an enhanced individual, he hasn't signed the Sokovian Accords and therefore does not have those rights."

What the actual fuck? There is so much wrong with what that cop just said. Sawyer doesn't have rights? How many rights does he lose by existing? Plus, he's not a hero, doesn't the Sokovia Accords only apply to people committing heroic activities?

However, no one who was currently doing heroics followed the Sokovia Accords, mostly because, during the Blip, the Sokovia Accords had been considered null and void. There were, as far as Sawyer could remember, still people in legislation who were trying to push the Sokovia Accords.

"He's a minor. He isn't a hero, please just let me speak with my nephew," Aunt Eden pleaded with the cop who shook their head.

"Sorry, ma'am. If you want to call a lawyer, you may, but I can still question your nephew."

Sawyer watched as the cop closed the door in his Aunt's face.

"That's rude," Sawyer said, with a pretty amicable tone of voice. "In fact, it seems as if you're pretty rude."

The cop rolled their eyes. "My name is Officer Amalia Gonzales, my pronouns are they and them," They said, sitting down across from Sawyer.

"Sawyer Brandish, he, him."

"Do you understand what you did?" Officer Gonzales asked.

Sawyer shook his head. "I got shot? I refused to give a criminal my bag? Maybe it's because I got shot and didn't bleed? I don't know why you're holding me here."

The Officer sighed, "Why didn't you give the man your bag?"

"I had no reason to."

"He had a gun to your back," The officer said, sounding a bit bewildered. "Why didn't you scream, why didn't you run?"

"I had no reason to," Sawyer said. He stared, resolutely at the one-way glass behind the Officer, hopefully, Aunt Eden was back there, otherwise, he was just stupidly staring at nothing. He really wishes he wasn't staring at nothing.

The door to Sawyer's left swung open.

"Don't answer any more questions. Don't say anything. Don't even move a muscle." A tall man, with red tinted glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He was dressed in a simple suit and he held a long white and red cane in his right hand.

Sawyer did exactly as the man said, pressing his lips together and glaring at Officer Gonzales.

"Murdock?" Gonzales said. "Are you this kid's lawyer?"

"I am now," Murdock said. "Now, I need a minute with my client, if you please?"

The officer sighed, but stood up, helping Mr Murdock to the seat, before leaving.

The second the door closed, Mr Murdock leaned in. "Your name is Sawyer Brandish, correct?"

"Yes?"

"You are 16 years of age?"

"Also yes."

"You are English."

Sawyer sighed, "Can't you tell?"

"You need to tell me exactly what happened."

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"You need to tell me exactly what happened," The man said, his eyes gleaming with tears.

The woman, her eyes brimming with tears. "Please, Jacob. I have no idea what happened. You need to trust me."

Ariana rolled her eyes, switching the TV channel. She sat on the floor below the couch, letting the back of the couch adjust their back.

"Antony," the blonde woman cried. "Where are you, Ant?"

A rolling hill stretched out before her.

Suddenly, an arm grabbed her waist. "Maria! I thought you weren't coming."

Ew. Why are romance movies the only thing on TV?

Ari turned off the TV and, grabbing her cane from next to them on the floor, stood up and felt the insane need to check the door.

It wasn't her house. Ariana barely ever stayed at her house. She was house-sitting for the Trevors, this time. They would only be out for the weekend, which meant that, after one more day, Ariana would be heading back home.

The door was just as locked as it had been before.

The windows were shut and the window that was connected to the fire escape was locked.

Ariana was a little bit paranoid and the feeling of something being wrong wasn't fading. She checked out every single entrance to the apartment and made sure that every single curtain was closed.

Nobody could see into the apartment.

Ariana was safe.

"You never loved me, Antonio," A woman cried out. A slap sounded through the apartment. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."

She moved towards the TV, sure she had turned it off, and pressed the button again. It wouldn't turn off.

"Luisa, I never meant to hurt you," The man said. "Please. I never meant to hurt you." He grabbed her hands and pulled her into a hug.

She broke out into tears.

Ariana checked the batteries, rolling them around and trying to shut off the Tv, yet again. It worked this time. The TV shut off and Ariana was left alone with the silence of the apartment.