Hey there, everyone! Hope everyone had a happy new year! Before we begin, I should say my What If's are on the way, so don't worry. Also, I own nothing here except Abby, her parents, and her new love intrest! This is for fan-purpopses only, so please don't sue! Other than that, enjoy!

So, yeah, that guy I told you about? I still can't tell if I was in love with him or not. Point being, I didn't know what to make of him when I first saw him. He moved faster than my eyes could register, from goon to goon, he sliced, beheaded, or just fucking mutilated them until it was only him, me, and The Bitch. He just smirked at her and held his swords in a ready stance.

"And then there was one," He laughed.

The Bitch looked at him horrified before running away scared.

"That's right, you coward!" He called, laughing at her, "Run away!"

He turned to me and approached me politely, helping me up.

"No need to thank me, Ma'am," He said, as I smelled Old Spice coming from him, "Just doing my job."

I looked at him as if he were an alien.

"Who...the fuck...are you?" I demanded.

"Name's True Hero," He smiled, "But you can call me 'Anytime.'"

Great goodness, I thought to myself, This guy's Deadpool, Batman, and Bruce Campbell all rolled into one!

I shook my head getting up, as he grabbed my stomach until I regained my composure, and I stood looking at him confused. He just gave another smirk and took off.

"Oh and don't worry!" He called out, jumping over rooftops, "I'll just tell the cops and press that you handled these guys perfectly on your own!"

"WHAT?" I demanded, but was too late as he had jumped over one and disappeared from sight.

Fuck.

I decided it would be best to go home rather than deal with the authorities tonight.

...

The next day, I got up, and found my parents at the table.

"Good morning, Abby," My mom exclaimed, noticing me, and taking me off surprise.

She pulled me into a hug as my Dad smiled.

"How's our baby girl doing?" He asked.

"Uh," I said, trying to get adjusted to this, "I'm fine."

"Did you hear the news about this new superhero?" My Dad asked.

"What?" I questioned, puzzled.

He opened the paper and read an article.

"It says here," He read, "That a boy, around your age, was held hostage last night, and this superhero called American Woman saved him, slaughtering all the goons who held that kid hostage."

I froze. Shit. The cops would definitely be onto me now.

"Honey, are you all right?" My mom asked.

"Yeah." I lied, "I just think it's wrong to kill these people."

"Ah, don't worry honey," My dad explained, "It says here these guys were hired thugs and the police say the world's better off without them."

I sighed on the inside.

Thank the fucking Buddha.

...

Fate seemed to be really looking my way now. Even at school. I was at my locker, putting my things away, when I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, Abby, right?"

I stopped. It was Toddie. I turned to him, confused, but nodded.

"Yeah." I said, "That's my name."

"Yeah," He said putting his hand on my shoulder, "Listen, I heard you like comic books, right?"

"Yeah." I said.

"Well," He explained, "If you wanna hang out at this place called 'Atomic Comics,' I'm all for that."

A DATE?

"Sure, why not?" I asked, softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

Toddie smiled, and put his arm around me.

"Thanks," He exclaimed, "You aren't going to regret this."

The bell rang and he looked at his watch.

"Oh, shit," He cursed, "Look at the time. Gotta run. See you when."

I just waved as he took off.

...

As it turned out, Fate was just screwing me. I found out that the only reason Toddie was going out with me was because the Stripper had acted like a complete drug addict in my absence, and so Toddie assumed that it was true and that I knew Lindsey Lohan and Paris Hilton from it. I of course, just went along with it, so I could get them to trust me and I could hang out with them. The honest truth was, I did like hanging out with Toddie and the others, but I still thought about that True Hero character I had met. He was my Superman. My Peter Parker. My Steve Rogers.

But anyway, you're probably looking for when I finally got into action, so I'll skip ahead to when I did finally kick some ass. Basically, in the next few weeks, I hit the gym and took some training lessons with Hit-Girl during the weekends. I'll admit, she wiped the floor with my ass, but eventually, I learned to focus and practice hard enough to eventually pass her challenges. At the same time, I designed a new costume with Hit Girl; A bulletproof Cheerleading jacket with the American Flag on the back, worn over a white swimsuit with red boots and gloves. Hit-Girl even let me keep one of her knuckle dusters just in case.

We did it all in two weeks and so that Friday night, I decided to do some patrol around the city. At first, it was just senseless walking through the city, but as I approached a 7-11 to quench my thirst and buy a sprite, someone instantly ran into me, knocking both me and them to the ground.

I got up slowly and saw it was a pregnat woman, who looked very angry at me.

"You fucking stripper!" The woman yelled, before she was kicked in the face by an Italian-looking teenager.

"Get the fuck outta here, you 'tard!" The guy demanded, pushing me back, "This ain't your business!"

I didn't know what made me do what I did next, but at that moment, I took out my knuckle dusters and started punching the guy in the back of his head.

"Get offa her!" I demanded, punching him in the head again.

He screamed in pain and punched me good in the nose, I staggered back, bleeding, but not that badly. I kicked him square in his nuts, and he fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

"That's my friend, you fuck-tard!" I heard a voice say, as someone swung a baseball bat into the back of my head.

I fell to the ground, but got back up even though I was starting to become overpowered by 3 guys. I grabbed the bat from him, and swung it into the guy who was to my right, breaking his knee. I then swung it into the guy to my left's arm, as he cried in pain as well. They all stared at me as I held the bat in a sort-of 'Ozzy-Pose' showing them that I meant buisness.

"You fucking shit!" The first guy yelled, holding his crotch hard.

But he and his friends just took off. I was then met with thunderous applause, and noticed for the first time that there had been a crowd watching me.

Just then, a police car pulled up and a female officer stepped out. She went over to me, and helped me up. I assumed that she was going to make me put away all this shit, but she just smiled at me, and shook my hand.

"Nice job, American Woman," She said.

There and then, I was now a superhero.

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