A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short, I had to write it fast due to the fact I was grounded and had limited computer time... But I'm going to try my best, and not rush it, or put too much useless crap in it...oo

Not so sure anymore

She hid her emotions behind the mask, along with her true identity. No matter what situation occurred, she had to continued to move on. Even though her mind still felt like going after the hero was the best thing to do, she knew better. She knew that going after Bob wouldn't be the right thing to do. The average superhero can save themselves, but the average civilian can not. Therefore Elastigirl decided to do her job, if Robert could put his job before his relationship, she could to. But what was she suppose to do? She was now trapped, and the only way to go was either up...or down. She quickly extended her arms out above her and managed to pull herself into the ventilation system. It was off, thank god, but still a bit chilly. She'd survive, but it wasn't like she thought crawling in a vent was one of the most comfortable things.

Helen often questioned Edna why super heroines fought in heels. Helen herself barely ever wore heels outside of her crime fighting life...so why did she were the high, glittery boots in her crime fighting life? Edna never really answered with anything other than a question, or a riddle. So she never put too much thought into anyways. Elastigirl's mind often wandered while on the job, but it never conflicted with her job too much.

The thought of Robert only pushed her forward more, even though she was beginning to regret it all once again she continued on slowly, turning a corner and noticing a faint light. The light appeared to be from a candle, due to the fact it was moving, constantly fading and glowing wildly. She inched towards it. 'Fire' she thought, remembering the incident that had occurred a few days ago. Now she was saving Bob...she couldn't blame him for saving her anymore because she was doing the save thing. Not like she was physically saving him, more like helping him in a way. But still...Helen felt like a hypocrite. The flexible young lady continued towards the light, seeing another opening to the vent she climbed through it, noting the fact that the lights quickly flashed on, blinding her for a moment.

The minute she regained her vision three hench men were running towards her. 'What is Cupid's idea...?' she wondered. She was quick, both when it came to her hands and to her feet. She extended her right arm out and grabbed one of the guy's shoulders, pulling him closer then sending her left fist to collide with the man's jaw. He was admittedly knocked to the ground. Helen sent the other two a satisfied smirk. To her surprise they sent her one back, and she soon saw why they were giggling. A jaw drop.

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He couldn't really understand why the lights had suddenly turned on, but he felt like something wrong was going on. He saw that this had obviously been apart of Cupid's plan, seeing that he was now in a pretty fancy hallway, but was this apart of the original building? Mr. Incredible was no architect, but he had basic knowledge in the field. And this looked like it had a good infrastructure with the building, so he was guessing this was just another floor in the building. Meaning he wasn't even truly trapped. It wouldn't be too difficult getting out, but it also wouldn't be like going up a staircase.

So then he saw the short man hidden behind his mask. "Cupid," Mr. Incredible growled. The short man perked a brow.

"Ah...Mr. Incredible!"

Villains and their stating the obvious...it gets pretty old. His voice, it was so...enraged. Cupid wasn't the nicest villain, but right now something was obviously bothering him, and as he stood up he obviously seemed to be avoiding his left foot, as if it hurt or something. The villain cracked a grin.

"So...you did follow the directions in my letter."

So Mr. Incredible was right, he was always good at riddles.

A/N:

This was shorter than I thought it'd be... :/

Ipdating again soon, right now I'm working on Mrs. Ellows.

I'M PASSING FRENCH NOW! Yay. . ;