Scene 13 - October 15th
Exterior City, Continuous
Quinn Kaufman
I was just heading home when I was interrupted by a deep voice calling out.
“Hello there!” came the call from a nearby rooftop, a smile clear in the speaker’s tone, and I immediately zeroed in on him with my ESP. Tall, muscular (very muscular, I noticed with a little embarrassment - I hadn’t meant to look that closely), crouching with one knee on the edge of the building and a billowing cape behind him. “What brings you out so late on this fine evening?
I only knew of one person in New Venice who wore a cape like that. “Canaveral?” I cried, not sure if I believed what was happening.
The superhero gave me a cheeky salute, then launched himself off the building, doing an acrobatic flip before plummeting two stories to the ground and landing in front of me with a perfect three point landing that didn’t even damage the pavement. He straightened up and grinned down at me. His cowl revealed chocolate-covered skin and a wide grin. “That’s me,” he confirmed.
What I wanted to say was that I had admired him since I was 10. What I wanted to say was that he was one of my personal heroes. What I wanted to say was that it was an honor to meet him.
What I actually said was, “I have a poster of you in my bedroom!”
Canaveral’s grin cracked a little and my heart leapt into my chest - I had made it weird, I just knew it - then he laughed. And laughed. And laughed...
It felt like he laughed at me for hours, but it was only a few seconds before he was just chuckling - if it had ever been laughter, and not just anxiety telling me that he was laughing at me - and tapping one of the fins on the side of his head. “I don’t think she’s a threat, Console,” he said, clearly speaking into an earpiece, then focused on me again. “What’s your name, young lady? And what were you doing in the junkyard? Powers testing, right?”
I... hadn’t picked a costumed name yet, and however much I admired him I didn’t think I wanted to give my personal details to a super-powered cop, not if I didn’t have to. Also, “I’m not a lady,” I heard myself say. “They/them pronouns.” Fuck, what if he’s a bigot? I had just outed myself to the leader of the New Champions!
But Canaveral nodded in acceptance immediately, and I felt my racing heart settle, just a little. “Apologies. My questions still stand, though. What’s your name, kid?”
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ESP was lame and probably taken, Psychic Augmenter was terrible and so were its derivatives, but... “Call me Newton for now, sir,” I said. “I don’t really have a name yet...”
He chuckled. “I’m no sir. Just Canaveral is fine. Or Navi, if you’re feeling up to it - it’s what most of the Champions call me, since four syllables is a bit long.”
I stared. I couldn’t believe anyone would call him that. “I think I’ll stick with Canaveral.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” After a moment, he prompted me, “Junkyard?”
I jumped. “Oh! Sorry. Yeah, it was powers testing, like you thought.”
“Mind if I ask what you found out?” he said, sounding genuinely curious.
I nervously scratched the back of my neck. “Nothing too exciting,” I muttered. “ESP and telekinesis, sort of.”
“Hey, me too!” Canaveral held a gloved hand out for a high five. I stared at it for a moment before remembering how to work my arms and tentatively gave him five. He grinned as though this was a normal interaction - and, I supposed, perhaps it was for him.
“I thought you had some kind of super strength?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nah. I control the kinetic energy of the things I touch,” he said. “Lets me pull off some tricks that usually require super strength, sure, but its a bit more versatile in some ways. Less in others, admittedly.” He grinned again - I wondered how often he brushed to get a smile that white. “I sometimes have to ask Vulcan to help open the pickle jar,” he joked in a stage whisper.
Without really thinking about it, I found myself replying as though it was part of the game with Dad, “I usually go for the table saw when I have that issue.” Then I clapped my hands over my mouth - well, where my mouth was, given that the PA4 had a full face mask - I couldn’t believe I had just said that to Canaveral!
He stared at me for a moment, mouth a little open in disbelieve, and I was about to continue berating myself for revealing what a weirdo I was to the foremost hero in the city, when suddenly he laughed. A big, booming, belly laugh that seemed more genuine than his previous friendly chuckles. “I like you, Newton!” he said, slowly calming down. “That kind of sense of humor is rare.” He smiled at me, pleased. “Want to join me in the next leg of my patrol?”
My jaw dropped. “Really?”
Canaveral nodded. “Experience is the best teacher,” he assured me, “particularly when you have someone to help guide you. Besides, I’m just off to bust a drug deal - shouldn’t be any trouble for two heroes like us!”
“I...” my head was spinning - I couldn’t believe he would put me on the same level as him! “I don’t even know if I want to be a hero!”
“Really?” He tilted his head as though confused. “That costume looks pretty professional.”
I blushed under the mask as I looked away. “I kind of... found this costume. It activated my powers.”
“Where?” Canaveral immediately asked, and my eyes were dragged back to his face. He had, very suddenly, become completely serious as he had not been before.
“My parent’s attic,” I confessed. “My mom made it.”
Canaveral studied me for a moment. “Alright then.” He smiled once more. “And hey, if you’re not sure, no better way to find out than to try, right? How about it?”