Disclaimer: I do own Matilda Nowak and Alexander Malcolm, and that is it. I do no own any of the superheroes or supporting characters from either Marvel or DC comics.
She was fully aware of the video cameras surveying her as she made her way through her living room. Two or three cameras were assorted under her undergarments or t-shirts she usually aimlessly tossed to the side. Each had a different angel, one view from the top of the television to center at the cream couch; another had view of the patio of her apartment; the last was peering directly into the open kitchen. She knew only of this because her best-friend was looking for stardom through her. Ever since he had that "dream" of her...pleasuring herself...he wanted her in a pornographic movie. Thus, he hid cameras all over her apartment in hopes to find something amazing to give to the top of the top. To the guy who owned the play bunny mansion--neither one knew his name nor cared too. She wanted her dream to come true, he wanted fame.
Matilda glided across the floor to the large covered glass sliding door; she pulled back the maroon curtains to view Manhattan from high above. Her apartment was cheap, dirt cheap, and made out of steal. The rent was easy pay and most of the furniture was included, which consisted of her cream couch, refrigerator, oven, washing machine and a dryer, microwave, a dining table meant for one, a small dresser, a small television, and a bed. Each item was older than she was, rotten and continued to rot, but she enjoyed the disgusting home. It wasn't about how much furniture it held or the layout/design, it was about the gorgeous view of her lovely city. Matilda loved her city, she adored it, and she was inspired by everything about it. The beauty of its sorrow, the beauty of its attention, the beauty of its excitement; New York City was practically its own person. It had an appearance, it had personality, and it had brains. If New York was a human [being it a woman or a man], she would marry it.
Matilda stood in her merchandised Spider-Man underwear and her black bra, hands planted on her hips, curly brown locks pulled up into a messy bun, and bright smile spreading across her lips. It was a Saturday afternoon in mid-June and Matilda felt refreshed as ever. She threw her arms up in the air for a good, long stretch as her eyes remained on the glorious city of New York. Her fingers linked together, pushed her palms towards the heavens and released a yawn. Eleven in the morning was far too early for her to wake up, but it enabled her to see the city before the smog and cloud cover could make its way over her view. Matilda stood there for another couple of moments, eyes gazing at the tops of the buildings and occasionally glancing into the sky. "Few more moments," she whispered to herself. Her fingers released the hands and she clutched them into tiny fists. She became excited, closing her distance to the glass door and literally pressed her face against the glass. "Come on, come on," she whimpered.
Just after she whimpered, the figure in red and blue came popping up from behind her patio and stretched in mid-air. Spider-Man ejected a web string from his wrist and had it glued to the top of her building. She squealed in excitement, watching Spider-Man swing his way on to her building. Matilda trotted around in a circle, shaking her hands above her head. She was proud to have one of the tallest buildings in New York. Oh, how she wanted to run to the roof and meet face to face to her hero, her savior; however, he was surely busy and had no time to visit with fans. Thus, she leaned her body against the glass door, sighing heavenly. "Oh Spider-Man," she whispered his name, feeling a lovely shudder through her body as his name left her lips.
"Knock-knock," the words of the action appeared before the knock had. Matilda pushed off the glass door and quickly made her way to the steal front door. She opened it to find her best-friend standing there with a camera in hand. "Perfect," he spoke just before snapping a photo of Matilda half-naked. "You're getting really good at this, y'know?" He pushed past her and the door frame and into the living room. "Did we catch anything interesting on the video cameras?" Somehow he caught on to Matilda's knowledge of the "hidden" cameras.
"If you count watching X-Files and daydreaming of Spider-Man as interesting, then yes, Xander." Matilda rolled her eyes, shutting the door before making her way over to where he crouched to meet the television set. "Would you quit it with quote-sneaking-unquote around with your stupid little cameras?" Matilda noticed the cameras the first day her friend, Xander, placed them within her apartment. Sadly, she was quite drunk that night and wasn't able to toss his precious cameras out the window.
"Nothing at all?" Xander pouted, as he stood up from the television set. "At least you didn't wreck my cameras like last time." They both do remember Matilda snatching Xander's camera from around his neck and tossing it into the ocean. Xander cried all night over that camera, the pictures he took of the Victoria Secrets lingerie models were completely destroyed. Those models only come around once a year and actually make eye-contact with a simpleton every five years.
Matilda rolled her eyes once again, remembering clearly of him crying into her shoulder all night long. She picked up an aimlessly dropped flannel shirt owned by her ex-boyfriend and threw it on, buttoning just up to where he cleavage line starts. "What are we doing today?" she asked as she trotted out of the living room and into the hallway. She made her way into her bedroom and Xander followed her like a lost puppy.
"We can always hang out at my harbor again, or we can just walk around the city, your pick." Xander was searching through his pictures on his digital camera. "It's up to you, Ms. Matilda Nowak; you'll be a star soon, y'know?" He quickly closed the image browser to take a picture of Matilda pulling on her jean shorts.
"I said I'm not going into that business, my parents will be very disappointed. Including every superhero, Captain America will be rolling in his grave." Matilda was a fan--no a huge fan of her worldly superheroes. She adored them as she adored her city, they were her idols. They did the right thing every second of their life and Matilda could only wish that she would be able to follow in their footsteps. Matilda had no special powers of any kind, but she was a good hearted...that counted as something, right?
"Then let Captain America roll in his grave! I sent your pictures and videos to the big man on campus," Xander cheered, nearly laughing. However, his "money" dance was cut short by being hit with Matilda's high heel. "OW!" he yelped as the shoe collided with his arm. "What was that for?" he asked, rubbing the abraded area.
"What else?" Matilda sneered. "I asked you not to do it, yet you went ahead and did it." She dropped her head; her best-friend was hopeless. "I don't want to be a porn star. You want me to be a porn star."
Xander made his way closer to his friend, carefully stepping through her cluttered room as if it was a mine-field. "Don't worry, your good name won't be tarnished," Xander cooed, rubbing her back as his eyes wandered across the floor to see her lingerie. "Maybe even some superheroes will buy the issue and just stare at you." He knew what Matilda liked and adored, he knew where she was weak. "You'll be the Queen of New York! Everyone would love you, look up to you."
Her eyes landed on Xander, clearly in disbelief. "Shut up," Matilda demanded as she popped his forehead with her palm. "Come on, let's go to your harbor." Xander owned his own harbor; he took care of other people's boats and ships for them as he managed imports and exports from all over the world. Not too mention the harbor was located near Hell's Kitchen, and this was the area where all those mafia crimes happened. Matilda was interested in that, allowing her to get information secretively and pass it on to Spider-Man occasionally, or whoever was to pass by it. During the summer was the best, the heat was horrible and cooling down in the ocean was probably the best way to spend it. The two young adults exited the steal apartment and left the cameras to continue rolling away.
Author's Notes: Yes, this is under DC Superheroes, and that's all because of the ending. There will be Marvel superheroes arriving into the story, several to be exact, but the story line is basically a love for a DC superhero. I'm not going to tell of which one because that'll be a spoiler, and no one wants a spoiler. Please read and review, thank you.