This was a terrible idea and she knew it. Her parents would have been foaming at the mouth at the idea of their precious little heir daring to strike out on her own, and perhaps, that was exactly why she was doing this.

Natasha quickly finished tying the mask behind her head, making sure her hair and the string wouldn't accidentally get tangled together. After she was finished with that, she stole a glance at the mirror next to her.

The figure that stared back at her looked nothing like Natasha Crowsley. Her hips were wide, sexy even, and her breasts looked... Well, like breasts. Subconsciously, she reached out to poke at the padded bra she had on, feeling a bit silly for having chosen this outfit. 

And yet, it was also exciting. For once, she wasn't just ugly old Natasha, the girl who regularly got shoved around at school, had her homework ruined 'accidentally', and even shoved down the stairs a few times. She wasn't the girl who shyly asked her crush if he wanted to work on a project with her and got laughed at for doing so by the entire class. 

No, tonight, she would be Outreach, the sexy superhero that saved lives... Or so she told herself.

Quickly shaking off her negative train of thoughts, she focused back on the matter at hand. Thanks to her powers, it was pathetically easy to make sure her parents and their cohort of bootlickers were all nice and asleep, thus, nobody would notice her sneaking out tonight.

Opening her window, she psyched herself up for a moment while also making sure that she had all of her equipment with her (zip ties, throwaway phone, first-aid kid).

After she was satisfied and the pool of anxiety in the pit of her stomach had been successfully pushed back to 'deal with later', she finally jumped. Her room wasn't exactly up in the skies in terms of distance from the ground, but it was still a good 10-12 meter long fall.

Not that it mattered much, because a moment later, she was flying. With a burst of acceleration that really should've bothered her more than it did, she zoomed away from her neighborhood and towards the area she'd secretly chosen as her patrol zone.

It was only after five entire minutes of uninterrupted flight that she finally paused to gather her bearings. Her heart was just about to jump out from her chest judging from just how quickly it was beating. Whether that was due to excitement, nervousness, or both, she honestly couldn't tell.

Technically, flying too high was illegal. There had been some incidents before where some super had accidentally gotten in the way of a plane and caused disasters, but in reality, nobody would mind as long as you were careful and paid attention. After all, enforcing the law on supers was already hard enough, and the U.S. government rarely went out of its way to bother someone doing relatively innocuous things.

After all, why bother the girl with heroic inspirations over some petty issue when there are a dozen mass murderers out there butchering entire cities?

Natasha cautiously lowered herself down on the rooftop of a warehouse, careful not to land too hard or make too much noise. She'd only had her powers for about half a month, so her control over them was still low.

After making sure that nobody had spotted her, she closed her eyes and concentrated.

Her powers granted her something rather rare amongst supers not specifically created for recognizance: A sphere of perception. Normally, without any effort from her, it allowed her absolute perception of everything happening in a 30-meter radius around her, with it becoming progressively fuzzier as it went out, completely fizzling out after a hundred meters. However, if she focused, she could push her power out as far as a full mile, although it left her with a hell of a headache afterward.

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Immediately, her brain lit up with new information. Smells, sounds, views... All sorts of sensory inputs abruptly entered her brain. It was only thanks to her abilities that she didn't immediately become a vegetable, although she still had to cut it short after only ten seconds.

Nonetheless, that was long enough for her. She ran forward and jumped off the warehouse's ledge, her power immediately surrounding her and allowing her to shoot forward.

Two empty warehouses later, she arrived at a third, much more rundown and older-looking warehouse. With only a moment's hesitation, she took hold of the decrepit doors with her power, and a moment later, said doors exploded outward. 

She rushed in, hands already glowing with white light as she charged up her lasers. Deeper in the warehouse, a man looked up, eyes wide at the costumed teen at the entrance. Below him, a bruised woman with only the tattered remains of what could only marginally be described as clothing looked up as well, eyes filled with tears and a spark of hope.

Natasha felt her heart grow cold at the sight. It was one thing seeing this scene through her powers, but seeing it with her own eyes...

A blast of light left her hands, smashing into the man. He gave a short scream before being launched backward from the force of the blow.

The moment he was far away enough from the woman, Natasha didn't hesitate to release another blast of glowing light at him. This one, however, didn't merely knock him backward. No, this one exploded. 

Thanks to her powers, bright light didn't really bother her anymore. Thus, she was treated to a front-row seat of a man having his hair flash-burned, along with his eyelashes and what little neckbeard he had.

He was lucky that he'd closed his eyes on time, as it was, while his clothes didn't catch on fire due to power fuckery, he was definitely out for good, probably having a whole bunch of second-degree burns, maybe even a third-degree one where her blast had hit.

Fucker should consider lucky she'd held back, Natasha thought viciously before rushing over to the crying woman.

She looked only 2 or 3 years older than Natasha herself, and considerably prettier, even in such a disheveled state. Thankfully, she broke out of her shock rather quickly when Natasha started fuzzing over her.

"Are you okay, miss?" Natasha blurted out, only to feel mortified a moment later. Of fucking course she wasn't okay, she was just raped!

The woman didn't deign to answer, instead throwing herself at Natasha, catching her in a tight hug even as she started crying even louder.

Caught off-guard, Natasha was rather ill-equipped to deal with something like this. Instead, as she tried to murmur encouragement, she quickly fished out her phone from her pocket with her power since her hands were kind of occupied.

"Hello, this is the Emergency Response Administration. How can I help you?"  A smooth male voice said after she quickly dialed in the number she'd memorized for emergencies involving supers. 

"Hi, uh, this is Outreach. I'm a new superhero, and I've just saved someone who was being raped." She responded, frantically trying to remember the procedure she was sure she'd read online, only to come up blank.

"Alright, Outreach. Be warned that if this is a prank call, you may be subject to jail time. Should an ambulance be dispatched to your location?" The man drawled, sounding rather bored, and for a moment, Natasha was tempted to tell him to go fuck himself. However, she held back her anger in favor of just hugging the now sniffling woman a bit tighter.

"Yes, sir. That would be, um, nice. I accidentally hit the rapist a bit harder than intended, and he looks... bad." She said. In truth, the man was in no real danger of dying. Disfigurement? For sure, perhaps even crippling, but she'd been careful. That degree of attack would hurt a lot, but he wasn't likely to die.

"... I see. An ambulance has been sent towards your phone's location. Please hold so that the police can collect your statement and gather evidence." The man replied before promptly hanging up.

Natasha huffed slightly before putting her phone back in her costume's belt. "What an asshole" She murmured before turning towards the poor woman who had gone silent in her arms.

Only, the woman wasn't there anymore, and in its place, a woman-shaped black... thing... remained.

"What the FUCK!?" Natasha screamed. Her sphere had given absolutely no indication of this, and the thing's feel had remained the same to her touch. Natasha had only a moment to wonder whether the woman had gained powers before she was abruptly sucked into the black void-substance-liquid thing, screaming all the while.

And thus, Outreach's career as a superhero ended before it even truly began.