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Chapter 8 by Ultra Bra Ultra Bra

What does Super Guy decide?

He doesn't want to run away

Super Guy: "No way! This is all on you - you cajoled me into sex. I'll take a warm bed and acceptance from society over being a recluse any day.

Sophie: "Phew. What a phleb. Wouldn't wanna run away with you anyways. Soosh now!"

You literally kick Super Guy to the curb. Both of you go your own way, moderately distraught.

Contrary to your promises, you take up the life of a minor supervillain. There's nothing more empowering than being unstoppable and impervious to everything that these puny, insectoid humans can throw at you. They send tanks? You mush their tanks to paste. They develop stronger and more durable tanks? You crush them into paste as well.

Life of luxury and fearful reverance follows, as you build yourself a house on the West Coast. There are no windows or doors on the first floor - you simply walk through the armored steel walls whenever it suits you and mend the hole so that impunent people don't try to engage in some 'urban exploration'.

But. You suddenly realize that life has become stagnant. Constantly humiliating the US military has become a bore, and their attempts at creating more powerful weapons to pit against you are becoming sadder by the day. You hardly think they'll ever resort to nuking your city to get rid of you.

The endless amounts of money, the cowering, bowing and the terrified looks that you garner on the streets are becoming pedestrian.

The only thing you ever remember as resisting you is Super Guy. But he likely doesn't want anything to do with you. You have seriously dialed down your thievery and collateral damage since then, but still, he probably sees you as a menace to society.

Sophie: "I have to contact him. Where did he work at?"

After catching up with the newsfeed, you infer that Super Guy is the result of a secret military experiment that had laid dormant for the last ten years. Super Guy is in fact an enhanced supersoldier. Upon your interference the project had to be declassified, and Super Guy has mostly retreated from the public eye.

The very same day, you march up to the nearest military base and demand to know where Super Guy is. Knowing your reputation, the attending officer is quick to direct you towards his superior. He calls ahead to inform the general that 'Sophie has arrived'. You are led into the general's office, where you find the man, terrified out of his fancy jacket, as if three rabid US presidents had just decided to stop by.

He tells you that by chance, Super Guy is currently stationed at this very base, and reluctantly allows you admission to his quarters, where he's reading in bed at the moment.

Super Guy jumps into a flying stance upon seeing you. He quickly turns to the general in confused agitation.

Super Guy: "W-h... Sir, m-may I ask why you've let in an enemy of the state into the base, sir?"

General: "You know I had no option, liutenant. The girl's gonna rip me and everyone else here a new one if I don't dance her little dance. Godspeed, liutenant."

The general leaves the two of you alone. For a moment there's an awkward silence as Super Guy tries to gather his thoughts.

Super Guy: "Why... Just why did you seek me out? I thought we were through."

Sophie: "We ain't 'through' 'till I say so. The thing is, I'm bored as fuck. I don't like what I've become. All this supervillainy crap has just gotten too rich for me. I keep thinking back to the good old days of when it was just me, a poor college student living in a messy apartment three states away from my hometown. I walked the streets as a nobody. I couldn't appreciate anonymity until the military had to hire consultants to appraise my mood."

Super Guy: "Uh... do you... want us to get rid of the consultants?"

Sophie: "No! Well actually that'd be great, but that's not the point, you dingwad. Why'd you think I came to see you? I wanna give us another go."

Super Guy backs off a few steps, averts his gaze and rubs the back of his neck, looking concerned.

Super Guy: "Yeah... I guess that was obvious and I was just tiptoeing around the subject. But like, don't you hate me?"

Sophie: "...No. Not really. The fact is... I think you're sexy as fuck. Like, do you understand how boring it is when I can get whatever I want and do whatever I want? When everything's made of play-dough? And I keep thinking back to you, how hard and irrestistible you were against my steel fists. Really, you're the last remaining person I can really touch anymore. I've... I'm not ashamed to say I've jilled off at the thought of you every day for the last two months."

You step a little bit closer, just enough to properly see the scareousal in his eyes. It's clear he's hesitating to come up with something to say. Something that wouldn't compromise his position as a liutenant, but also wouldn't offend you.

Super Guy: "Uh... would you... would you stop this madness of supervillainy and settle down? Like, if we got hitched?"

You pucker your lips in a contemplating manner.

Sophie: "Yeah. I don't give a damn about the 'high life' if I have to live in a fucking steel cube."

Super Guy scratches his forehead. Clearly all of this is a tad overwhelming. He has a chance to singlehandedly eliminate the military's greatest stressor. To be a hero, like he failed to be all those weeks ago at that bank. But dating you? Maybe heroism isn't all it's cut out to be.

Then again, what's the harm in trying?

Super Guy cashes in his military earnings, which despite his liutenant's rank are quite hefty thanks to him being a genetically engineered supersoldier. With these funds you buy a modest house in a small but lively midwestern city and settle in.

Super Guy gets a job in logistics, using his strength and flying in express delivery of shipping containers. While you are a notorious supervillain, you technically aren't a convict, and eventually wriggle yourself into national politics with your well-known face and charming quips.

ENDING 2 -Sensible Marriage-

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