"So what do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a waitress," Emma answered.

It wasn't a complete lie she told herself, because she was technically a waitress. It wasn't as if she could actually tell this guy that she was sitting next to at the bar that she was in fact a superhero.

That sort of thing couldn't just come up casually in conversation, not that she would want it to.

She liked having a secret identity, liked the fact she could be invisible. Well, she could actually be invisible, she had that power alongside super strength, but right now she could be invisible in the sense that she could be in a crowd of people and no one would know who she was.

"But of course, I don't want to be a waitress for the rest of my life,"

"Of course," the blond-haired man smiled. He had a cute and slightly crooked smile, and he was the first person in this bar to actually be a decent human being towards her.

She was meant to be meeting Ruby here, but, of course, Ruby was running late.

She'd had some unwanted attention from some creep and then this cute blond, Aaron his name was, had stepped in to her rescue. Not that she needed rescuing, but it was nice to have someone else do it for a change.

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I want to help people," she told him and that she knew was most definitely not a lie. "But in what profession, I do not know."

"Well, I think wanting to help people is admirable, Emma." He smiled at her and she couldn't help but smile back. When Aaron smiled his shoulders always lifted and he had these adorable little dimples.

Emma couldn't help but feel attracted to this guy, he was attractive and he was a true gentleman— and you don't see many of those around nowadays. He was also kind, smart, insightful and so funny.

He actually made her smile, and that was something that people didn't seem to often do.

As Emma laughed she shook her head, her blonde hair swishing about either side, "Seriously," she laughed her hand on Aaron's thigh. "I have not laughed like that in ages." She didn't care that she was shamelessly flirting, it had been a while and she was enjoying this man's company. Ruby still hadn't turned up but it was okay, she had Aaron, who was flirting with her right back.

"Look, I don't often do this," he said, to which Emma raised her eyebrow. "Okay yes I do. I often speak to beautiful, smart women, but you are by far the most beautiful and smart of them all. And yes, I am trying to flatter you, Emma, but I was just wondering if I could have your number,"

"I thought you were never going to ask," Emma said with a cheeky grin. They both took out their phones. Aaron typed in Emma's name and then she recited her number for him.

"Wow," he said once the number was dialled into his phone. "Really. Wow, Swan, if I had known it was going to be that easy then I would have stayed my devilishly handsome self."

"Excuse me?"

"Come, love, look closely."

Her eyes widened as Aaron cracked his neck and he morphed into the one and only Hook. Her arch enemy, if she could call him that.

All super heroes had one, it came with the territory and here hers was right before her.

The villain known as Hook— the mind reading, shape shifting man with a hook for a hand. "So I finally know your name, Savoir. Emma Swan. Beautiful name."

"You have got to be kidding me!" exclaimed Emma, her hand accidentally gripped her wine glass too tight and it shattered around her, spilling red wine down her nice pink dress.

"Would have thought a Superhero of your calibre would be able to control her super strength by now," he jested. Long gone was the blonde hair, now black and the clean shaven face was replaced with a chiselled and stubbled jaw. His blue eyes peered daringly and mischievously at her, his eyebrow raised in challenge.

Emma jumped out off of her bar stool. She grabbed hold of Hook's hook and pulled him from his stool, "Oh are you taking me back to your place," Hook winked and Emma glowered at him as she pulled him out of the bar.

Once outside, Emma continued to drag her enemy until she reached an alleyway where she promptly threw him into it.

He fell forcefully to the floor and winced at the brutality of it all, damn her and her super strength. "You might want to calm down, love, your thoughts are going wild. I have to admit I did enjoy your thoughts when you were talking to Aaron. You're a right minx, aren't you? It's been a long time since you've tried to pull a guy."

"Give it a rest, Hook," she snapped.

"You thought I was a true gentleman, you found it so refreshing. And, my dimples, I believe and I quote: "his dimples are adorable" do you think I'm adorable now?" He asked pulling a puppy-dog face. "Though I must say, Swan, I am loving you in that dress. Can you try and stop my plans when wearing that, would have it far more enjoyable."

"I don't try and stop your plans. I just stop them. I always succeed," she told him.

"Well, Savior, this chat has been fun, but I think I'll leave before you decide to try and "stop" me even though I haven't done anything,"

"Not yet. But you will, I don't care that you've been laying low. I know what you are like, Hook. I know you have something brewing,"

"You've been awfully busy fighting the Mad Hatter. I thought I wouldn't overload you. But don't worry, you'll get to battle against your favourite man again soon. I promise." He gave her a wink and quickly shifted into a bird and flew away.

Emma was left in the alleyway, she stamped her feet angrily. This wasn't fair— he had infiltrated his way into her personal life.

That was not okay.

She would put an end to him, even if it was the last thing she would do, she would bring Hook down.