Well, I now present to you the final chapter. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I am sorry if this story was lacking for some of you. Originally, I was more of an action/adventure writer, but I wanted to try my hand at more of a fluffier style. Hopefully it's possible to look beyond such labels and see this as just another story. Thank you again, guys.

Rosie was there to pick them up shortly afterward. Through her ceaseless prattle about how she could never manage to sit through a horror movie, she tried to bring Violet to agreement that women such as she and herself were just not cut out for those kind of films with the blood and gore. Violet cleared her throat to firmly say that she happened to very well be cut out for them when Tony headed her off. "Mom, you know, it really wasn't that bad," he said, giving Violet's hand a squeeze, letting her know what had truly gotten him through it – but he was not about to tell his mother that.

Rosie, after delivering such a arduous argument that women were not cut out for anything beyond light and dry comedy or passionate romances, gave a very quiet "hmph!" to her son's retort. Whatever small victory had passed from mother to son, Violet did her best to not nose into it. Before she knew it, her house quickly came into view with the slowing of the Rydiner's sedan.

"Well, Violet, dear, it was a pleasure meeting you. You have to come 'round for dinner some time, I insist. And with your family, too."

Violet forced down a laugh at the thought of this woman and her mother sitting together over an extravagant dinner. Yeah, not too much in common would those to have. Tony seemed to read her mind, but nudged her slightly when she had bid Rosie good-bye and stepped out of the car, once again held open by Tony. "I think it would be great if you and your family came for dinner," he said.

Violet now did allow herself a small chuckle. "Tony, c'mon. My mom- My Dad? I just don't know if my family is cut out for an evening with yours. Oh, please, don't take any offense. I'm sorry." Geez, way to go, Vi.

Tony shook his head, though. "No, I'm sorry for all that garbage my mom said about women not having enough grit. You, of all girls I know, certainly have enough. More than I do, anyway," he said, laughing. Violet blushed. That admiration touched her very deeply, and it meant the world hearing it from Tony. Once again, she had never questioned her value when facing the evil, but being reassured of how great she was from this boy, her boy, she dared to fancy, felt more wonderful than any superpower.

They neared her front stoop, and Violet felt it approach: the good-bye.

"Well, Tony," she said, once more offering him her hand, "thank you for a wonderful evening. I had a great time."

Tony did not take her hand, but looked at it… then at her face. And in one quick motion, he stepped up and kissed her, lightly placing his hands on her waist. Sweet moments slid away as Violet, in delightful shock, held that kiss. But when they gently pulled apart, Tony whispered, "So did I."

"Ehem."

The two jumped away from one another at the sound a grunt, and met the narrowed gaze of Bob Parr.

Hurriedly, Tony said, "Goodnight, Violet. I'll give you a call about dinner. We'd really love you to come. Bye," he said, dashing down the steps, backwards so he could still see her. Violet waved and turned to her father.

"Did you two have fun?" he asked, quite unenthusiastically, making her grin.

"Yes, we had fun," she said, expecting him to break out into a lecture of letting boys take advantage of you and such…

Instead, she got, "Well, come on in. Your mother made some of her chocolate cake."

Violet stepped through the doorway, her mind and heart fluttering with details and feelings she had yet to sift through. She was pretty. She had grit. Tony had kissed her…

And a piece of chocolate cake with her name on it was waiting for her on the counter.

Life, even for a teenaged girl superhero, was great.

-FIN-