Dedicated to Vekin87, the first person, whose fanfics inspired me to write my own.

Now, I have never read a graphic novel (although I am itching to get my hands on "Fables") so all I know about superheroes and superpowers comes from Marvel movie marathons.

This story is a Captain Swan!Superhero multi-chapter AU. And it is my first story that's over two chapters long so please be patient with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT, any superheroes or anything else you may recognise.

11/27/2013 New York Post: How to Become a Human Lie Detector, From Our Readers

1) Face touching - particularly be mindful of a person rubbing their nose;

2) Any sort of fidgeting - playing with hair or jewelry usually indicates that a person is hiding something

3) Eye movements - it is particularly telling if a person keeps looking to their left.

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Emma Swan was sitting at a bar, nursing a well-deserved glass of Jack Daniel's, a newspaper lying in front of her. Another case solved, another payment wired onto her account. The haul was pretty good, for a client from Brooklyn whose deadbeat husband ran out on her, taking their two small children with him. Emma smirked to herself. Horny men were the easiest sources of her income.

This particular one was not hard to find. She didn't even have to rely much on technology, which earned groans from her "tech support girl". Emma's powers were enough. After only three days, the man was in jail, awaiting trial, and his now ex-wife and kids were safe from his gluttonous endeavours. Smiling with satisfaction at being paid with the asshole's own money, she took another sip.

The newspaper article in front of her seemed to be mocking her. She knew very well who the author was. Her friend Sydney Glass had a very strange sense of humour. Luckily enough, one of the many advantages of Emma's powers was that she was always able to mask when she herself was lying. Therefore, any readers of Sydney's article would not be able to tell her secret identity even if they bumped into her when she was working.

During the day, Emma Swan was an officer at one of the NYPD precincts in the West Village. Her responsibilities were mostly restricted to the file room and supervising the interns. She sometimes got funny looks because of the way she abused the precinct's coffee machine. The delicious fluid was, however, a basic necessity for Emma Swan. Or, as she was known during the night, the Saviour.

Ever since she was a little girl, Emma has been able to muster perfectly innocent expressions which caused the adults to melt and let her off the hook for any "misdeeds", such as beating up a date rapist during her junior year of high school, whose parents were rich corrupt lawyers and ensured that he would get off scot-free. Nobody at Storybrooke High believed the young victim who was constantly bullied and almost ended up dropping out of school. Emma, however, knew that she wasn't lying. She didn't understand it at the time, but somehow she knew that understanding when other people lied wasn't very common.

Being adopted was already enough to make her unpopular, but that particular skill, coupled with youthful idealism and a desire to do the right thing only contributed further to Emma's alienation and certainly did not win her any friends or favours with the staff. During October junior year, Emma's talents helped her discover that Principal Mills has been stealing the money from the school fund to redevelop her lavish estate. The teenager's naivete brought her to Mills' office.

"I know that you've been stealing, Principal Mills. And you h-have to come clean! I'll g-go to the police if you don't" - Emma said, sounding a lot braver than she felt.

Emma would remember Principal Mills' sneer and words that followed for the rest of her life.

"Well well, Miss Swan. Playing a little detective have we? Well let me tell you a little secret. Nobody is going to believe a little girl like you. Especially not if you're saying such foul things about me. You are expelled from Storybrooke High, Miss Swan, starting imemdiately."

The expulsion was the first of many experiences that led Emma to a realisation that people sucked. At sixteen, however, she was not yet completely broken. However, the fact that she was expelled from yet another school caused the worst fight with her adopted parents. Words were screamed, tears were shed, and Emma ran away. She hopped onto the first Greyhound bus which brought her to Portland, Oregon. She soon realised, however, that she did not think things through. The little money she brought with her ran out fast. Since she had no work experience, nobody would hire her. She didn't have any friends or family in Oregon. So she had to do what she had to do to survive.

Emma has nearly been caught several times stealing food from the supermarkets and knew that she needed to get creative. Besides, the weather was not kind to those who slept on park benches. She remembered a movie she saw a few months ago which clearly demonstrated how grand theft auto was performed.

Emma's target was a yellow Bug that she'd walked past every day. As far as she could tell, it was abandoned.

"Well, no harm no foul", she thought and hot-wired it.

"You could have just asked me for the keys" - a voice at the back startled her. A young man who looked like he hasn't showered in days slid onto the front seat.

"Neal Cassidy" - he held out his hand.

"Emma. Swan" - she replied.

So what do you think? A good start? Suggestions and reviews are welcome!