"And why would I want to join your little team, Mr. Queen?"
She was so close I could smell the tangerine-lime Slush-O on her breath and the small scent of burning on her finger tips and the tips of her blond hair.
I wanted to inhale but instead I step back at sound of my name and look on with a open gaping mouth.
"How-"
"I have my sources."
Wicked grin on glossy lips, with one look she was a child, weak and fragile someone that you want to take in your arms and protect and then in another she's a sly little cat in high heels ready to pounce.
This girl before me with her blond hair and lush lips was anything but fragile and if I even tried to put my hands on her I would feel a deadly spark of blue running under my skin.
"The guy that called me, Mohinder said you were trying to be better, to be a hero."
"True, but why should it be with you, Ollie-boy?"
I admired such a woman, such a woman that I want beside me protecting my back like a hero.
She was big girl, nothing like the child that she pretended to be, her smile lit the dark corners of the small room.
"You're looking at the best, Miss Bishop, the best and the badest heroes out there. So what do you say?"
"I say, yes, yes, yes."
Her in my arms, strong nothing fragile about her and a kiss long that would be forever stamped into my mind.
She's nothing like the others, she's so different that I might have trouble holding on to this twisting tornado, but I would rather get picked up then let go of such a girl.
They whisper, they say, 'but boss she's bad, she was one of them. How do you know that she's changed?' anger in my eyes, like a madman I point my arrows at them.
'Never again, don't you dare talk about her that way. She's different that's the one thing I'm sure of.'
She picks her uniform, all pink and lacy and I don't even say snide jokes, just whisper 'pinks your color.' Leaving her cheeks blushing like ripe tomatoes.
There she is, my newest recruit, standing by my side, wicked grin and cape flying.
They look and they laugh, but soon enough their laughs turn to screams and our frowns turn to smiles.
"How did I do, Ollie? I am new at this you know."
"Miss. Bishop, I don't know what we would do without you and your finger tips."