Twoshot: Superhero AU, possibly aged up you decide, little bit of romance

Marco dashed down the street, careful not to let his extra-human speed kick in as he raced to get into position to nod and say hi to Jackie Lynn Thomas. Star skipped along beside him, keeping up easily.

Marco slid into place easily, nodding to Jackie as she skated by. "Morning Jackie!" Marco said enthusiastically.

"Morning Marco." She greeted as she passed. Star spent her time rushing around talking to as many kids in the halls as she could. Most likely gathering gossip about their fight yesterday.

She was getting a lot of suspicious looks. Probably because people were noticing that she looked a lot like Shooting Star and even had the same name. But everybody knew that Star's wings hadn't come in yet, and that there were at least a dozen mewmans living in Echo Creek and that was only the ones people knew about.

Fortunately no one would be dumb enough to ask her. It would be rude to do so. Super-humans weren't all that rare after all. About one in twenty children were born superhuman. About three in twenty were born extrahuman, like Marco. Personally Marco thought that being extrahuman was the better deal. You were a little stronger, a little faster, a little healthier than any normal human could be,even with a lifetime of training and you didn't get any of the weird side effects of being superhuman.

For example, there were three types of superhuman abilities. Physical, mental, and extra. If you have a physical power, like, say, the ability to shoot slime out of your hands, then you might always have sticky, mucus covered hand. Not fun.

With mental abilities you're more likely than not to have something go wrong in your brain. Schizophrenia, multiple personalities, paranoia. The list goes on. There's a reason that there is a rigorous mental and emotional exam for all mental superhumans. If they catch it early enough it's often treatable to the point where they can live fairly normal lives.

Exra powers were the most frightening though. The ability to step through dimensions, or control antimatter. If you weren't careful you could hurt or kill yourself and many others. There is more than one smoking crater where a city used to stand thanks to an extra powered superhuman coming into their power.

Star was, fortunately, from a race that mostly understood their powers. She could manipulate the fabric of reality with her wand and saying a simple spell. Unfortunately this often caused problems, like when she threw most of the stuff in his room into a black hole that she had summoned into the center of it.

She was getting better though, and since that fight with Toffee she had been growing every day.

The week before last they had been offered positions in the Hero Association. Skullnick had approached them after one of their almost school shattering adventures and indicated that their need to do violence onto property might better be served if it were correctly guided. All she'd had to do to convince Star was say that she could beat up bad guys.

Marco had gotten roped in because he was her guide and a registered extrahuman. It was probably one of the reasons he'd been given the assignment in the first place. He was probably one of the few extrahumans that didn't flaunt their skills to everyone. In fact, Marco did his best to hide the fact that he was different.

The only person who had caught onto his little secret was Janna, and she wouldn't tell anybody. Mostly so that she could keep all the smug looks and silent gloating to herself. Alfonzo and Ferguson suspected, but they'd never come out and said it.

Throughout the day Marco's mind strayed to the battle with the two admittedly good looking supervillains. Star should have been an easy match for Black Witch. But Black Witch had used her mobility to stay out of Star's way.

Undertow was just a henchwoman with some extrahuman agility. Marco should have been able to deal with her easily, but he had been knocked off his game. He wasn't used to fighting cute girls, he was used to fighting monsters, and he'd been stunned by how hot they were.

Maybe he should ask Star for some anti-glamour glasses. He couldn't be getting distracted on the job. Marco sighed, then jumped as breath tickled his neck hairs. Marco screamed. Perhaps like a little girl, but he wouldn't admit it to himself, and jumped so far out of his chair that he was laying sprawled across Justin's desk. Fortunately Marco was in class early and only Star was there to laugh at his predicament. Well, Star and Janna.

Janna laughed for far longer than was necessary. Guffawing at him until well after he'd picked himself up and relocated back to his seat. When she saw his look her laughing redoubled and she actually had to hold her chest as she ran out of breath.

She laughed until she was red in the face and then kept on laughing. To the point where her laughing actually made Star laugh harder and even Marco smile. After a few moments though she was able to calm herself, the occasional giggle slipping out.

"Morning Diaz. I hope you didn't wet yourself when you decided to swan dive across the room in fear of little ol' me." Marco had the decency to be both embarrassed and angry.

"What do you want, Janna?"

Janna gave a smug smile, "Did you hear the news?"

"Wha-"

Janna continued right over him, "Some heroes got their butts kicked hard by Black Witch and Undertow last night. That means I win out little bet Diaz."

Marco sighed, cursing himself for being an idiot. He'd read somewhere that you should always bet on yourself, but that advice had him reaching for his wallet to give Janna five dollars. But his wallet wasn't in his pocket. He quickly patted his pants down looking for it.

Then he looked over at Janna, who was putting on a very fake nonchalant face and whistling tunelessly, her hands behind her back. Marco held out his hand, Janna played coy and said, "What, did I do something?" Insincerity dripping from her tone.

Marco silently gestured for her to give him back his wallet and she deftly placed it back in his hand. "I hope you didn't take anything." Marco grumped.

"Nope," Janna beamed, "I want to watch you pull out that money and hand it to me, Diaz, and wallow in your defeat, mua ha ha!" Janna fake laughed.

Marco rolled his eyes and pulled the money, handing the five dollar bill to Janna, who took it by running her fingers down his wrist and across his hand before taking the bill. Like a freaking weirdo. Marco resigned himself to washing that hand later.

"Morning Janna!" Came a pair of voices behind him and he looked back to see Jackie and Star coming into the class, followed by the rest of the class filing in. The bell must have rung while he was busy trying not to be mind molested by Janna.

Eventually everyone sat down in their seats and the school day began in proper.

About six hours later Marco was regretting giving that five dollars to Janna. Thanks to a magical accident that ended up summoning zombie unicorns with skeleton riders he had missed lunch and really could have used something from a vending machine around the time last period let out.

With this in mind he and Star rushed home. Him because he was hungry, Star because she wanted to eat some of whatever he made. It also may have been so that they didn't have to see Skeeves today.

Janna watched them, and indeed everyone else, leave the school grounds from the window of an unused and unlocked classroom. Janna was leaning back in a chair further back, chewing some gum noisily.

"Just ask them out." Jackie groaned from her seat, "You're torturing yourself."

"What?" Janna turned to her long time friend, "Who?"

"Whichever one of those two has caught your eye. I see the way you watch them every day. Just ask 'em out. No, wait, first off, which one do you even want, that'll make moaning about you mooning over them easier."

"That's none of your business." Janna huffed, quite unlike her. Jackie smiled,

"Oh, is it both? Naughty. No, wait, let me guess, there's more than enough Witch to go around?" Jackie somehow managed to make wiggling her eyebrows into a form of lewd dance.

"Oh, shut it, Wet Blanket, or I'll curse you."

"Oh no, not that, anything but that!" Jackie mocked as she got up and the pair started to make their way down some of the less used halls of Echo Creek Acadamy. Behind a supposedly locked staff door, in a smaller hallway past the chemical supply closet is an even smaller janitorial closet in a alcove that's so dusty that they had to sweep it themselves if they didn't want their footprints to be noticed.

Behind this door was what you would expect, a mostly empty janitorial closet with an old, moldering mop, a couple of taps, and a few ancient bottles of cleaner. But in the cement wall on the far side of the closet was a small hole, about as big around as a quarter. Pushing your finger into that would let you feel that it was a simple hole in the cement, but if you had something longer, like a pencil, you could fish around until you hit a button.

Upon doing so the floor would slowly fall out from under you, revealing that the closet was a very well concealed elevator. It would deposit you into a basement that the school did not officially have. It had been the lair of some principal back when the school had first been built. That principal had been Jackie's great uncle, and he had told her about it back when he visited more often, before he had moved to Maine with his wife.

Now it was the underground evil lair of Undertow and Black Witch. It was only three small rooms, all made of cement. But it was hooked into the schools electrical and plumbing. Meaning they had a bathroom, a game room, and a side room that Jackie was using as a work shop.

The game room had originally been four cement walls, each with an old power outlet, and ancient leather chair, an old tv, and a small fridge. The bathroom was a simple toilet, sink, and shower stall affair, and the side room had housed a simple mattress on the floor. Evidently her great uncle hadn't actually spent too much time down here. Probably because he was just a regular human and lugging all this stuff down here would have been very difficult.

But they had teleportation. With some elbow grease, one bank vault's worth of cash, and some judicious use of pig's blood, they now had a very cozy evil lair. One entire wall was a projector screen for watching movies in full surround sound. The floor was now covered in thick, fluffy rugs to the point where Jackie actually preferred to walk around bare foot.

The ancient arm chair was replaced with a pair of couches long enough to sleep on. One black leather, for Janna, and one light blue fabric for Jackie. The cement walls were covered in rugs that looked like they were from all over the world but who's tags would tell you they were made in India and China.

The mini fridge had been replaced with a huge brushed steel double door affair and filled with their favorite snacks. On one side of it was a pantry cupboard and on the other was a suped up pc for all your browsing, gaming, movie watching, and evil deed planning needs.

The side room was packed with metal working gear of all shapes and sizes. Except for big stuff, as the room was quite small. Jackie was always complaining that her undersized and underpowered tools kept her from making anything truly devastating, like a mech suit.

Janna kept most of her witch gear at home, as it was where she did most of her work, but Jackie's parents were too nosy for her to leave hers at home. Sitting on mannequins by the elevator were their costumes, both partially home made partially commissioned from a couple of discreet tailors who knew that revealing who they did commissions for would land them in more trouble than it's worth.

Janna flopped down into her black leather couch and sighed as she reminded herself that her mother would kill her if she tried to make a love potion. Jackie went into her work shop and started up the metal engraving stylus that she was using to engrave their insignia into the inside of the bell where dozens of other villain's insignia were cut, burned, and hammered into the metal.

Janna grabbed the remote and started flipping through web pages to see what kind of news their little fight with Shooting Star and Mano A Mano was generating. It was mostly low level stuff. A couple of official news sources reported on it, but it was nothing special.

The fight appeared on a couple of the larger hero specialized news sites, but only as a foot note. Seems that Fire Strike and Target had had a massive falling out and some five square miles of the Sahara was now blasted glass.

Sites the dealt with superhuman activities in the LA area were better. Their fight had made it near the top. The comment sections were filled with people arguing which of the three girls was cutest, (Janna was beating Jackie by a small margin, but she was way ahead of Shooting Star) analyzing the fight, and rehashing the argument for the pros and cons of allowing minor heroes and minor villains to do this kind of dangerous work.

Most agreed that so long as no one got killed it would be fine, but more than one minor hero or minor villain had been killed on the job. Janna ignored most of them and popped into a thread about how the fight went down. Reading through it it appeared that most agreed that Mano had massively messed up in confronting Jackie. Apparently he should have used his speed and strength to just hold her down. They thought that Shooting Star had Janna under control (she hadn't) and that if Mano hadn't hit her with Jackie then the heroes would have won.

That reminded Janna, "Yo, how's your shoulder?" She called into the side room.

"I'm fine! When are we going to put this thing back anyway? How long until they aren't on guard for it?"

Janna wasn't sure. It was pretty easy to take the thing, but you had to put it back stealthily. It wasn't like stealing it, it wasn't supposed to be flashy, it had to be quiet, secret. Just gone one day and then there the next.

"We'll think about it later!" Janna called back, "Let's just bask in the attention for now!" Janna smiled and leaned back into the plush black leather, she was going to bask for as long as she could. Life was good if you were a villain.

A/N: I liked writing the last one and fereality asked that I do a follow up, so here's that! If you liked it leave me a request and I'll write it for you!