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A/N: Title stolen from For Good from Wicked. Belated fills for Hummelberry Week on tumblr. Today's theme: AU.


"Do you think Captain America would be offended if I offered to redesign his costume?" Kurt asked as he flipped through a copy of Stars magazine, "I know he's obligated to do the stars and stripes thing, but it doesn't have to be so obvious."

Rachel frowned from where she was perched on the ledge of the roof, dropping the binoculars she wore around her neck in order to give Kurt a disapproving look. He was laying down on his stomach, reading a magazine and not helping with the night patrol like he was supposed to. When she pointed this out, the boy just rolled his eyes at her.

"Rachel-"

"Code names!" She scolded, earning another eye roll.

"Siren, we're in the middle of Ohio. The worse we get is the occasional purse snatcher and even if the cops didn't get there first half the time, we're all overqualified for the job."

Rachel turned away from him, picking her binoculars back up. Deep down, she agreed with Kurt on the over qualified front, but she liked to feel like she was helping the greater good. It wasn't stopping big bads in New York (not yet, at least) but Rachel would be the the kind of hero that Lima needed, even if that meant freezing on a roof in the middle of the night with her less than enthusiastic best friend.

The silence stretched between them for a long while, Rachel sweeping as many streets as she could and Kurt reading his magazine with only the smallest of sighs at the poor fashion choices of his fellow heroes. Half an hour passed and, ten minutes before their relief was supposed to come, the police radio at Rachel's side came to life. Immediately, Kurt was at her side and listening.

"221S at the jewelry store. What's that?" He asked, packing his magazine and the radio into his bag.

"Silent robbery alarm," Rachel said grimly, "We should hurry."

"Say no more," Kurt said, grabbing hold of her before closing his eyes and muttering something under his breath.

When Kurt transported her, Rachel always felt a little like throwing up afterwards. In fact, that's what she did when she opened her eyes and realized they were in a dumpster. Kurt, who had grown used to the smell of decaying trash thanks to McKinley's football team, held back her hair and then hauled himself out.

"You couldn't have landed us in the store?" Rachel asked, readjusting to her new location. If the food remnants on their clothes were anything to judge by, they were in the alley way behind Breadstix. The jewelry store was the next one over and, if she concentrated, she could pick up the sound of men yelling and someone crying. Turning to Kurt, she said, "We have to get in there. They have hostages."

They ran to the back entrance of the store, where Kurt melted the door down with a few words. While Rachel didn't want to advocate the destruction of private property, she had to admit that it was easier to just have Kurt turn things into nothing instead of breaking it down like some of the others on the team did. It was quieter, too, which allowed them to sneak all the way into the back office, where an elderly couple were tied up. The woman was thanking them between sobs as Rachel untied her, but the old man wouldn't let Kurt touch him.

"I don't need any damn masks coming in and making things worse," he said, "I called for the police and I'll wait until they get here."

Rachel and Kurt exchanged a look. She shrugged helplessly and turned to the old woman, asking where the robbers had gone. Except, the only answer they got was the old woman's continued sobs mixed in with pleas for her husband to stop being stubborn and accept help. Kurt pulled Rachel in and whispered, "I can put them both to sleep. It'd make this a lot easier."

"Absolutely not!" Rachel said, "We're here to protect people, not hurt them."

"That's a shame," replied a voice from the door, "Because I'd sure love to hurt someone right now."

They snapped their heads up at the same time, only to be greeted by someone in a ski mask pointing a gun at them. When he took a step forward, their hands shot up in the air immediately. The robber laughed moving in close enough that Rachel could hear the rabbit quick beat of his pulse.

"I never thought I'd see a super hero in real life," he said, studying them carefully, "What's your power, buddy? Summon the forces of Hogwarts?"

Kurt ground his teeth patiently and Rachel didn't need to be telekinetic to know that, for the millionth time, he was cursing Mr. Shuester's insistence of not only designing all their costumes, but the fact that his was all sleek black fabric and a cloak. The robber turned his attention and the gun towards Rachel, smiling.

"What about you, sweetheart? I bet you're real pretty under that mask."

"If you want pretty, you should hear her sing," Kurt piped up, "She's a real songbird."

The robber had whipped around, presumably to tell Kurt to shut up, giving Rachel the perfect opportunity. Taking a deep breath beforehand, she focused all her power into one, long note. She was able to watch the sound waves travel as they sent the robber flying into the wall. Kurt wasted no time in snatching up the gun and muttering a spell that left the creep in chains. They didn't have time to celebrate, because police sirens were close by, with her voice temporarily gone, Rachel singled that they had to split.

"Have fun in Azkaban," he said, kicking the robber in the ribs before grabbing hold of Rachel.

One stomach churning ride later, they were back on the roof. Checking the time, Rachel saw that there was still a few minutes left until the shift change, so she settled back into her perch. Once he had obliterated the gun, Kurt was back to his magazine, pausing only to ask, "Will you be okay for Regionals tomorrow?"

Screwing her face up in concentration, Rachel was able to let out a scratchy sounding high F. He swatted her on the shoulder, but was smiling when he started to ring again. And, even though she'd have to guzzle a gallon of lemon juice and hot tea in order to have her voice back to a winning condition, being a hero felt pretty good.