Evelyn Deavor. Daughter of a CEO of Devtech. That is until he was murdered. Instead of leaving the company to dust, both Evelyn and her brother, Winston Deaver, inherited the company and turned it into the fastest growing electronic and media firm. She was the inventor, he was the businessman. Together they were unstoppable as competition weeped at their feet. Nothing could stop them, with all the money in the world, even something like the law was something worth shrugging over. If that was the case, than how did Evelyn find herself in a situation such as this? Her butt terribly uncomfortable on the cheapest cot she's ever felt, her back against a cold stone wall, staring at what it seems to be the person in the cell across from her about to take a shit.

"Like what you see sweetheart?"

Evelyn's lazy glare locked onto the meth-head's for a few steady moments before her eyes averted to the wall farthest from her. A jail. An actual jail. Evelyn could never really hate her brother as he was family, but as months turned into 5 years, she was dangerously close to reconsidering. At first she thought "sorry sis, you need to learn your lesson" was a joke, but after the first 4 weeks, apparently not.

A loud obnoxious bell went off right on interval as all the cell doors automatically opened up. Lunch time. The sound made her flinch the first week but one can really get used to it as it became routine. In jail, Evelyn tried her best to avoid the food since not a care in the world ever went into it. She kept her personal stash of Cup Noodle under her bed hidden behind her dirty clothes sack and only reached for one when she knew no one was looking, which was right about…

"Lunch time princess," a correctional officer said after the occasionally bang from his baton hit her cell door. Evelyn's lazy glare turned colder, if there's one thing that didn't get old was the constant pet names. She also hated that cheeky smirk that that correctional officer in particular would give her before he proceeded doing his job. It made her skin crawl.

Now.

In the dining hall, it was no different than the cell she stayed at down to the prison scrubs she was forced to wear. Grey and smelled like old floor cleaner. She made sure to keep the label of her lunch covered with her hand in order to not draw so much attention to herself. Despite the lack of freedom, her brother made sure to keep money in her prison account in order to buy items from concession.

At her own pace she made her way to the drink station that had the hot water that was never really hot, meaning she had to wait a while for her noodles to soften up. She could just use the faucet water like how she would used to before rumors were spread that lead laced the water system.

Evelyn felt eyes on her, per usual. People walking passed attempted to taunt her, but failed as her facial expression remained still. 3 minutes passed since she poured the warm water into her cup and the noodles were just barely softening up. It's fine though, apparently the only thing on her side at this point was patience. She scanned around the dining hall, making sure to not make any eye contact as she learned the hard way that that was never a good idea. If you do make eye contact with somebody, you either have to prepare yourself to fight or get a stalker. So far she's only gotten a stalker who's gaze she felt stabbing into her, but she refused to even acknowledge it.

Evelyn made her way over to the table she's been sitting at for a while now. Typically she's accompanied by the meth head that was mentioned earlier named Larger, an ex-villain who used to go by Zwire but now goes by Zee, and a few others who were able to tolerate her presence since seating was limited.

"You never answered my question from earlier sweetheart." Larger was the first to say something of course. Usually it was along the lines of trying to hit on Evelyn, but it never worked but the amount of hope the meth-head had was kind of sweet in the most nauseating way possible.

"I don't recall." She poked at her noodles with a fork she had collected when she got the water. Still stiff.

"You know, the lead in the water situation, it's kind of comforting. I'd like to think it's killing me slowly from the inside out." Zee said, eyeing her soup. "Perhaps one day due to my high lead intake, I'll get shipped to a hospital and die peacefully there, only after i request an enema of course."

At this point, the comments that normal people would find startling that these prisoners would make was like listening to the radio. You either use it as background noise or listen.

"That's sick!" Larger said, showing her distaste through her facial expression.

"So are your teeth. And your hair. And your skin, and really just everything else. Meth didn't really treat you well did it?" Zwire shot back.

Evelyn let out a chuckle, "Harsh." she commented before proceeding to eat her noodles. Soft with a crunch.

"Okay I get it, I learned my lesson and I'm doing my time now." While saying that, Larger unintentionally spat mid-sentence, only for it to land on Zee's face since she was unfortunate enough to sit right across from her. Zee wiped the droplet off her cheek with her fingertip in disgust and wiped it on her pants. "Great. As if I don't have enough STDs already." Zee said.

Evelyn had tuned out the two, eating away at her noodles. Before she knew it, there was two minutes left before lunch time was over. On schedule, she got up to toss her trash but instead of walking back to her table, she was stopped by that same creepy correctional officer. "Deavor. You're needed at Parque's.." he said followed by, "It's a shame, you'll visit me sometime right?"

She remained silent as she tried to keep her confused look to a minimum. Why would Parque need her? Parque was the warden. Evelyn got to know him very well when she first arrived at the prison since she so desperately tried to get out as soon as possible. Her visits became nonexistent at this point to where when she walked in his office, she was taken aback that he shaved his beard.

"Finally decided to get rid of that rat's nest huh?" Evelyn commented as she sat herself down on the familiar chair in his office sideways with her legs draped over the arm.

"Good to see you too, Deavor. Just so you know, I was just informed that you've finally made probation. You're probational officer will meet up with you tomorrow morning to tell you all the rules you have to follow. Guess your brother finally felt bad about making his older sister rot in a prison longer than she needed too." Parque was well aware of the Deavor's name, so even he was surprised that Evelyn stayed this long locked up.

"Don't remind me. So when do I leave?" Evelyn asked, leaning back against the other arm of the chair with her arms crossed against her chest. Excited as she was about this news, she kept her emotions concealed.

"Now actually. Just get your shit and get out."

He didn't have to say anymore. Despite this information, Evelyn still decided to take her time in order to make her brother wait.

After a change of clothes suitable enough for society, Evelyn didn't feel the need to bring anything with her as all the things she acquired over the passed five years were easily replaceable. Very easy actually. It's a prison. You make do with what you got.

Overall, she was out of there. Her brother greeted her with a smile, she could feel that he was tense. Probably because of her glare and the fact that her weight loss sunk her eyes a bit, making her appear more intimidating. Winston hated the fact that she was locked up, let alone the fact that she a villain, but she was still his sister and he missed her. Visits were always awkward and at one point he had stopped for a while since Evelyn wouldn't even speak to him .

"Did you learn your lesson?" Winston asked when they were both in the back of his car that was being driven by his chauffeur.

"You haven't seen me outside of that prison for five years and that's all you have to say?" Evelyn's eyebrow twitched, her gaze shifted to the window, looking at nothing in particular.

"Look, it was for your own good. And you're my sister, I hated how much you were in there just as much as you do."

"Winston. As of late, my main source of protein has been chicken flavored ramen and my stalker hasn't left me alone since my second year here. And that isn't even the least of it. Please, do humor me on how much you hated this experience just as much as I did."

Winston rubbed his hand against the back of his head before saying simply, "DevTech isn't the same without you."

If her eyes could roll any farther into her head they would. She could have told him that. At this point though, Evelyn was over it.

The car ride was silent. Evelyn had a hunch that her brother thought she hated him now, but that wasn't the case at all…she was just too stubborn to say anything.

Back at the lavish abode that was her apartment, it was the same from where she had left it (except it was cleaner since Winston felt the need to hire maids to keep it clean and dust free while she was gone) so it didn't take her long to settle at all. Immediately she found herself plopped onto her bed, laid out like a star before curling up into a comfy fetal position, snuggling her face into her pillow. Lavender. Typically lavender was a smell she hated but this time around, she didn't mind the smell after five years of smelling old floor cleaner and piss.

The sunset peaked through the crack of her blinds, the light hitting her body with the right amount of warmth. It was quiet and peaceful. No creepy officers or annoying meth-heads. It just occurred to her that she never said her goodbye to Zee. Perhaps she'll visit her one day. Or perhaps break her out.

Evelyn smirked at the thought and let out a small chuckle. Not anytime soon, she thought.

It wasn't long until her eyes felt heavier and heavier. Despite how early it was, she was warn out. When her and her brother had finally arrived to DevTech, there was a welcome-back party waiting for her and thankfully enough, no supers were there. Just close friends, well, more like company partners if anything. As an introverted person, socializing was the last thing on her agenda so skipping out of there was the main thing on her agenda and eventually she successfully did.

Her sleep was deep and blissful. Waking up didn't seem like an option for Evelyn, that is until loud sirens and a crash awoken her with a jolt. Once she realized that it was just the outside world fucking with her, she decided to try and drift off again. The problem was however, she couldn't. Now the universe was fucking with her. Her eyebrows furrowed. She only then realized how dark it was when she looked away from her window. When her eyes finally adjusted, she stared at the television that was mounted onto her wall, or at least the outline of it. Soon enough, she gave into her temptation and reached into the drawer of her nightstand where her remote typically stayed (and was rightfully in its place) and took it only to lazily point it at the tv.

"ESLASTIGIRL SAVES THE ONCE AGAIN, FINALLY-" Mute.

Whatever the stupid looking reporter was going to say, she wasn't gonna hear it, but on the screen showed a headshot of her nemesis before it transitioned to content captured by her super-suit cam.

Evelyn felt the wrinkles forming on her forehead already.

She remembered the sleepless nights she had just writing down the possibilities on how such a small camera would record in such good quality like that. If she really wanted, she could even upgrade it considering that by the looks of it, improvement wouldn't do any harm.

But did she want to do that? Of course not.

The city lights illuminated, shining bright enough to pick through her blinds as the sounds of the city went on. A peaceful night ruined in a matter of seconds. She kept the tv on however, her eyes locking onto Elastigirl's headshot once again. She was surprised that she didn't see any other supers such as the hero's family. She couldn't even pretend to care though.

Maybe a vacation would be nice? Just to somewhere far far away. Too bad she's stuck here. But hey, probation, beats staying in prison.

Morning came around. Instead of sleeping in, Evelyn was awoken to loud knocking on the door.

"Alright! I heard you!" She managed to yell out. Her night was rough. Whatever danger that was out there, it was definitely resolved considering that Elastigirl took up so much news time. At one point, seeing her face irritated her so much, she threw the control at her television so hard the screen cracked and now the picture was messed up now.

Evelyn made her way out the room She didn't know what time it was but considering how tired she felt just by walking to the front door, it was too early. Unfortunately enough, the person who was knocking didn't stop knocking. She opened the door, only to immediately close it in the person's face. Not any person though.

Helen Parr.

Closing her eyes and wishing that she was just hallucinating, another knock occurred causing her to flinch. "Who is it?" Evelyn said.

"You already know." Helen responded from behind the door. "Now open up or I'll write you up for refusing to let your probation officer in."

A/N: Heck yes we're doing this.