Remember Me // Superhero One-on-One // Stalkers Welcome

"Heroes meet all the time," she said truthfully, breathing a silent sigh of relief that this question was easy. "Sometimes we team up, or we just run into each other on the way to the same crime scene. Our meetings were the latter."

(bump)

(oof sorry. So what should we do now?)

(they could keep talking? unless you want to do something else?)

(Imean idk. I was thinking now that he was suspicious of her she tries to make him her friend again?)

(sounds good)

(.D.)

(so skip to later? Maybe a week?)

(how about to the next day? nyir can come back with a bunch of stuff from the store to make him trust her again)

(oooo yep!)

Still dressed in full hero get-up, Nyir strolled through the aisles of their local Walmart, her eyes narrowed. "What the hell is saffron?" she mumbled to herself, staring at the rows and rows of spices before her. She couldn't believe she was putting herself through this nonsense. But ever since she mentioned the hero thing, Ior, or whatever his name really was, had been distant and a bit pouty. She wanted to regain his favor, and she figured the way to do that was to humor him and buy whatever the hell he wanted for the kitchen. It was a win-win situation for her, since she'd get to eat whatever it was he made, but right now she didn't feel she was winning.

"Hey, aren't you Chaser?" A tiny girl with two pigtails stared up at her, grinning. "Can I get a picture, please?"

Nyir rolled her eyes, which were hidden behind her mask. "I'm busy, kid." The kid looked heartbroken. Damn. "Never mind, I'll do it, whatever."

As she leaned in to get into the selfie with the child, the kid whispered in her ear, "We know you have James. We're going to finish what we started."

She jerked away, her eyes widening. "What did you just say to me? Who–"

Suddenly the girl was running away. Nyir tried to follow her, but the crowd in the store made it easy for the girl to disappear. Her brows lowering, she went through the self check and hurried back to her apartment. Running through the door, she shouted, "Hey, Ior!"

(Oh man xD)

James had been lazing around all day. He had been forbidden to go outside and he was feeling really restless. He opened windows, stuck his head outside a whole lot, made a few sandwiches and watched a looot of TV. He was relaxing on the couch when she came home, sucking on some ice cream he found in the freezer while intently watching a soap-opera. He looked up when she entered, squinting at her, but catching sight of the bags. He wasn't sure if he should question it. One time he did and it was feminine stuff. He never questioned her again.

"Hey."

Her heart was racing. She yanked off her mask, dropping the bags and hurrying towards him, searching for any signs of injury. "Are you alright? Did anyone come here?" For the first time in a very long time she was overwhelmed with genuine concern for someone close to her. She glanced around the room, on high alert.

James watch her run around and look him over boredly. "Um… no. It's just been me the whole day." He laid back down on the couch, curling his toes up with a soft sigh. He popped some more ice cream into his mouth, sucking on the spoon and averting his attention back on the TV. General rule of thumb for him was to not question her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, her heart finally slowing some. She rolled her eyes at his nonchalance and headed back over to retrieve her bags. She placed them on the counter. "James," she said, slowly, mostly to herself but assuming that he'd answer to the name. It was likely his real name. She had no reason to think otherwise. He may be in danger, but at least she had some time to think.

"What?" He called back, recognizing that name as his own. The doctor had said it was his name, after all. He heard the bags moving in the kitchen and stood up to go investigate. "Did you get more ice cream? Or something to cook? I'm hungry," He complained to her, looking around in the freezer with a huffy, soft sigh.

(wait how did the doctor know his name? i thought he wasn't on record lol)
"I got you…stuff," she said, gesturing to the bags. "Everything you asked for. Including whatever the hell saffron is. I hope you're happy."

(His fingerprints?)

"Stuff? Oh, saffron. It's a spice that is used in a bunch of stuff." He picked up the red spice. "It's really good for you, and it's tasty as hell. Thanks." He rummaged around through the bags, his smile growing bigger by the moment.

(i thought that was a secret identity. like his fingerprints would just match Ior's, because secret identity stuff. Or else he'd probably be in prison, right?)

His smile set her even more at ease. Hopefully he'd gotten over his distrust of her. She felt a twinge of guilt at keeping stuff from him, but she kept it out of her face as she smiled slightly. "Glad you like it. If you need anything else, let me know."

(Oh. I just assumed that every adult has their fingerprints? Because I'm pretty sure that's law? But he wears gloves n' stuff, though, it's not like he physically kills people.)

He started to put stuff away, gasping and rambling on about the uses for things. He was getting more and more like himself by the moment, his lips pulled up in a bright smile. At the end, he squeezed her into a hug with everything he needed set out.
"Thanks!"

(oh wait i think i'm confused. his criminal record is as James, not as Ior. For some reason I forgot James was also a criminal lol)

The sudden contact startled her, and for a split second she prepared to attack him. Then she found herself enjoying the hug, which was somehow worse. She decided to settle in between, resigning herself to the hug with an eye roll and a half-fond, half-annoyed, "Don't get all sappy on me. It's just groceries."

(Wait no his criminal record is with his alias, Ior. The only thing he technically did bad was join a gang, which made him get the alias.)

"But I want to thank you!" He exclaimed, and in a second the hug was over. He started on a pan and oiled it up with the olive oil she got him. "I didn't mean to startle you or anything. I just wanted to show my appreciation."

(then how do his finger prints register with a criminal record whaaaa)

She glanced away, trying to pretend she wasn't flustered. "Well, you're…you're welcome." She cleared her throat, trying to keep her tone normal even though her heart rate was not exactly settled. "Are you making that mushroom stuff you talked about yesterday?"

(James doesn't have a criminal record. Ior does.)

"Yep! And it's gonna be delicious and you're gonna love it make me make it every night," He hummed, wriggling happily and smiling. "Go sit somewhere. There's a really good soap opera on I think you'll like, I think you should watch it."

(I swear I'm not being purposefully dense lol but if James has never had a real job/never been arrested as James, his fingerprints shouldn't be connected to his real name/real identity?)

"I'm offended that you'd think I'd like soap operas," Nyir sighed, dragging a chair over to the counter and sitting down to watch him cook. She wasn't doing anything better, plus she wanted to make sure no one tried anything. If James was a wanted man, she needed to stay close by as much as possible.

(I don't even know anymore honestly.)

"I bet you would," James hummed happily, before starting on some food. He was blissfully unaware he was wanted as bad as he was. He just plunked some mushroom chicken into a big pan with olive oil and salt, humming happily as he set up plates. As far as he knew, he was just some guy who lost his memory. His name was James and he had no immediate family.

Nyir watched him cook, humming lightly to himself as though he hadn't a care in the world. She wished again that she could tell him everything. But now, with people seemingly after him to finish the job they'd started, she figured he'd be safer if she kept the truth from him. Deep down she knew she was lying to herself, and her continually growing lie was for her sake, not his. She shoved that truth further down, leaning her elbows against the counter and leaning her face on her hand. "Do you ever get bored around here?" she wondered. "I could bring you other things to do. Maybe you have a secret penchant for video games or something."

James pulled some curly fries from the freezer and started the oven for them, smiling to himself as he set down some wax paper she got for him. He was going to do so much baking!! He was really excited, but he wanted to wait until they finished their dinner.
"Bored? No! I enjoy watching TV and learning new recipes," He hummed happily. "But you're welcome to bring me stuff to do. Maybe I could try my hand at painting and fill your house up with pretty pictures. When I get good."

"Only if you're good at it." She joked, smirking, "Otherwise, I'll hang them on the fridge." She paused for a moment. "Are you making dessert tonight, too?"

"Oooh! A place on the fridge. That sounds even better!" He exclaimed happily, grinning ear-to-ear. "Yes I am making dessert. But I want to get started with this."