“…Chad Stevens”

You internally cringe at the name, you’ll need to impress THAT guy, you push the thought aside to look as professional as can be.

“Yes ma’m, I’ll head there now” and with that you head to the break room where you had spotted him last.

He sits reclined back in an unstable looking chair that teeters on its hind legs as he rests his boots up onto the table.

“Uh…. Mr Stevens…? I’m Sugar Rush… I’m gonna be working with you for a couple weeks”

He cracks an eye open, taking you in from head to toe before taking his feet off the table to look at you properly.

“That so? Eh, you seem a little green but whatever, what’s your thing?” He asks nonchalantly.

“I uh… I’m fast” you say knocked for a loop.

“Alright cool, means you’ll be able to stay out of my way while I deal with the bad guys”

“I.. don’t think that’s how this is supposed to work..?” You say narrowing your eyes a bit.

“Oh yeah? How long have you been official, 30 minutes? Less?”

“At least I can use my power without ruining half the city…”

“Yeah being able to run away from a fight, real strong stuff” he says his words dripping with condescension

“Yeah or run through someone, doubt it would take much to tire you out, just another brainless tough guy!”

“Don't kid yourself, I could send you packing back to kindergarten in 3 minutes” he says the amount of smug in his voice makes each word sound like a personal insult.

“Oh yeah? Let’s see it you overgrown can of Ax Bodysprey! let’s see what you can do to someone who’s not afraid of you!”

He stands the chair squeaks against the floor making the ugly sound of metal grinding on tile, it’s only now you can really take in his size.

He stands at 7ft. normally, his face is locked into a mean sneer, fists clenched and eyes locked on yours.