As easy as it was to escape the thugs that had set out to kill you and Chris, the two of you found it a little harder to think of somewhere you could hide yourselves. The two of you weren't exactly the friendliest pair at the best of times and your popularity could have done with a little work. A couple with more enemies than they had friends would find it extremely hard to attain any kind of back-up in your area. In reality, everyone was out for themselves and you of all people were lucky to get on the good side of Chris D'Amico and his father. Lucky for you, you had each and every one of his men looking out for you and you hoped that they'd look out for you in the situation you found yourselves in.
The Mist Mobile had sped through the streets, disrupting each and every civilian going about their daily routines just by its loudness and obnoxious design. People turned to wave and cheer for Chris as he sped by everyone, not paying them a single glance.

"That's right. I'm a Super-Hero. You all love me..." He uttered, making himself laugh at his own phrase. Chris felt like less than a hero, he was just a boy trying to live out his childhood dreams but it was all too much to be what he really wanted. He'd gone from an attempted hero to being a slacker in a matter of weeks and you were the one who had to sit by and watch him mope to himself about being a let down. Though a quick flash of his... newer costume always seemed to pull him out of what ever misery he was wallowing in and turned him back into himself. Chris turned the corner at the end of the street and carried on down to one of his father's old warehouses, driving into the large garage by the side of it and parking up with an abrupt stop. You unfastened your seatbelt and pushed out of the car, wanting to quickly get inside to lie down though Chris was fiddling around with the buttons to the garage door, so you turned to the door in front of you and opened it with a quick jolt. He followed behind you as you crept on in, wondering around the large floor with big eyes filled with wonder.

The place was huge, covered in various decorations and filled with modern art. It was decorated perfectly with no exceptions to anything. This wasn't a warehouse at all - it was simply another house for the D'Amico's. In case anything got too rough for them, you assumed they'd come here to hide themselves for a while and then Frank himself would plan with his 'goons' on how to stop whatever situation had arisen. Whereas years ago, the past you would have been sick to your stomach at the thought of gangs and mafias hanging around in the shadows under faint disguises, you changed your mindset when you got with Chris. Your fascination for Frank and his gang grew and everything was interesting to you. You had small hopes of joining Chris in costume and working for his father in due time. Though it seemed a little bit of a silly idea, it was a dream you held onto. Chris took your hand and guided you up a swirl of clear steps, pulling you behind him as you continued gazing around at what the building had to offer. Everything was whites, browns and oranges and it was more than appealing to your eyes. Chris laughed to himself at your fascination with such a place, he was more than used to it, but he knew you certainly weren't.

"It's not that magnificent as you seem to think it is..." He said, turning back to you as you both reached the top of the stairs. You shook your head,

"It's lovely! I'd kill to live somewhere like this permanently."

"I don't really know about permanently... but let's go for temporary for now, shall we?" You smiled at Chris who lead you over to the sofa that sat nicely by a huge window overlooking the cityscape. You slumped down onto it and looked out at the city. "Try not to get to attatched..." He added, taking a seat next to you. Chris slipped an arm around your shoulder and drew you closer so you could lean your head onto him. Times like that were the best, no interuptions, no distractions and nothing bad happening to either of you. But at that point, you had to savour each and every quiet moment between the two of you because it was sure to change quickly. You always hated how everything had to be so complicated and nothing was simple but it was the life you chose to lead and complaining wouldn't change anything for the good of things. You expressed a sigh, nuzzling into Chris as he thumbed through your hair.

"They'll find us. And if they don't, Kick-Ass will- or even worse, Hit Girl." You knew you wouldn't be safe under the guise of a warehouse for much longer. Those thugs seemed too clever to simply give up when outrun by a car. "And all the responsibility of keeping what we do under wraps will be entirely on us and hell, if we're uncovered then we only have ourselves to blame. If we already had thugs coming our way then something must be up regarding the both of us. We're in for it, Chris."

"My Dad will help us out-"

"No. He'll send out his guys to assist us. But he won't be happy about it and he won't take on the blame for himself just because we got into a little mess with a kid who can, to put it lightly, kick in your dick and pull it out of your eyes." You knew Chris would always have that hope of his Dad bailing him out, but there was always that knowing that it wasn't exactly true. Sure, he'd send help but he'd never do it himself and ruin his own name, not even for Chris.

"{y/n}! We have no real power, so we don't really have much responsibility." No matter how many times Chris tried to protest to what he knew was true, you kept shooting him down with the simple facts and you'd always defeat Chris with what you both knew was really right. You shook your head at him and sat up properly, facing him with the most serious expression you could force yourself to give.

"Except, Chris, that's not true!" You slumped back against the sofa, lying out on your back as the two of you fell silent. With Chris defeated by you, you knew he wouldn't really speak up much for the rest of the night. So when the sky began darkening, you shifted yourself off the sofa and made your way around the place, trying to find a bedroom. You flicked lights on here and there and peeked into various rooms along a large corridor. Upon finding a bedroom, you assumed it belonged to Chris' parents - simply by the decor and the style of bed. You slipped in and shut the door behind you, stripping down and then crawling into the bed. It felt refreshing to slip into such a nice bed and to sleep in a lovely room was heavenly. Whilst dozing off, you heard the door creak open and then you felt someone slip into the bed next to you. Their skin hot against yours and their warm breath against your neck made you shiver lightly.

"You were right, {y/n}. Sleep tight." Chris whispered to you, letting his words linger near your ear. You gave a small smile, thankful he'd come to his senses. Then with that, you were asleep.