Head off to duty

Sophie: "(Well fuck.) Sorry bud, I gotta run - there's a major forest fire like halfway across the states. Be back in two."

Super speed don't fail now. Changing into your spandex suit takes hardly any time at all, and even the thousand mile flight only lasts a minute for someone of your prestige. Firefighting when packing such a power arsenal shouldn't pose much of a problem, you think. That's not how it's meant to be, however. Not even your frigid inner cold can quench the raging flames - the winds from your blowing do put out much of the immediate area but only serve to spread it further away.

Sophie: "Oh, fuck me!"

The fire having already spread to a partially-residential area, you decide to skimp out on the freeze breaths and instead put it out manually. Strenuously so, as this requires finding and deploying inordinate amounts of water and ground to slap onto the fire.

Of course, the real hero here is your super speed, using which this task in accomplished in no less than ten minutes. Standing amidst the charred husks of burnt-out trees, you wipe your brow.

Sophie: "Phew! That's today's workout done, I think."

Your thoughts are diverted back towards the inviting warmth of your sofa, and the visitor on it.

Sophie: "On second thought, I think this was really just the warm-up."

You zip back home, frighteningly fast even for yourself. Here, Super Guy is still awaiting the return of his lover.

But upon opening the door, before you've even managed to say hello's, something happens.