It felt like every inch of Chloe's body was sore from sitting in a plane all day but she would have preferred going through another all day flight than finally facing the end of her journey as the sign for it being safe to leave the plane turned on. She sighed as she undid her belt and stood up to grab her bag before making her way off the plane towards her new start.

When Chloe disembarked from the plane she saw all the signs welcoming people, but Chloe couldn't bring herself to care as she made her way towards the exit where she had been told someone was waiting to pick her up. As she made her way through the airport she couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief from being here and not in Paris anymore. She no longer felt the stares or the judgment for what she did as she stepped onto an escalator that took her down to the ground floor. She wondered if anyone would miss her or be happy she was gone but she just decided to push that thought from her head. She had messed up too much to be forgiven.

Once she reached the bottom she saw multiple people holding signs up with names, though none of them had her name. She continued towards the exit and it was there she saw a new sign.

"What the-?" Chloe said to herself as her brows furrowed and her hands tightened into fists.

The sign was being held by a man in a cowboy hat that clashed with his high end business suit and read: Welcome to America, Parisian Exile

Chloe felt her eye twitch at the mocking sign, her ire growing as she walked over and he smiled like a fool at her.

"I take it you're my new problem?" he spoke with a carefree and humorous tone and a thick Southern accent as he tipped his cowboy hat to her. "Don't worry, the jokes will get better from here on out, Miss Bourgeois, but for now-"

"How do you know I'm Miss Bourgeois?" Chloe asked, mainly to spite him or hopefully throw him off his game since he started it.

"Well you're blonde, you're dressed like someone fleeing from her home, and most importantly you look just like the several pictures from the news that I was given just in case. I didn't care enough to listen to the debrief on you." His grin widened as he continued to tease her, "Plus if it weren't you, this sign wouldn't have hurt your fragile pride so much."

He winked as he tossed the sign in the trash and began walking towards the exit. Chloe grumbled before grabbing her bag and stalking after him. He walked without a care in the world towards the most hideous looking car she'd ever seen in the parking lot.

"What is that abomination?" she demanded, watching him walk to the driver side and unlocking it before looking to her as he opened the door.

"It's a 1972 Gran Torino and it is a beautiful work of art. Come on in, we have to get you to your new home and settled, so I'll give you the rundown on the way," the man said as he got into the car.

Chloe frowned but followed suit, clutching her bag close as she got into the passenger seat and buckled up. She watched him start the car and as it roared to life, the engine was quickly drowned out as the ugliest and angerists music started playing. Chloe's hands leapt to her ears before he turned it down.

"Sorry bout that, Miss. Don't normally have passengers in my car," he said as they began the drive to the city. "Ok, so I'll start this off. I'm Roman, your New Life Program officer, which is a fancy way of saying parole officer honestly. But moving on, you are here because you signed up for the New Life Program. You did this because you or a member of your family was affiliated with a villain. Whether you were the villain or not does not matter, you chose this program so that you can start a new life without anyone knowing where you went or who you are. As such you will have no contact with anyone from your previous life, except for the select few that do know you are here, and outside of that there will be no ifs, ands, or buts about what has been chosen for you.

"We have already picked out an apartment for you where I or one of my fellow heroes will be making regular check-ins at. We have also looked into your career choices, it's a shame you never got that degree for art, you look like you had a real knack for it," Roman said as he glanced at Chloe and flashed her an earnest smile. Chloe was stunned by the sudden compliment and could only stare at the dash of his car.

Roman returned his focus to the road as he continued, "Since you did graduate from a teaching program, we have already found you a job at a nearby school. Starting next week you'll be teaching there. We'll have the paperwork and every thing at the apartment. Also, I didn't know what you liked so I just ordered pizza. It should be there hopefully by the time we arrive. Any questions. Miss Exile?" Roman asked, slipping back into his flippant tone. Chloe hugged her bag close to herself and glared at Roman as he smiled and drove.

"Are you just going to treat this like a game?! And don't call me that! It's Chloe Bourgeois, ok Roman?" Chloe snapped as they stopped at a red light.

Roman adjusted his posture and his smile faded as his gaze suddenly sent chills down her spine.

"Would you prefer I be like how you expect me to be treating you? Like a criminal who sided with a villain and so on? I mean is it Chloe Bourgois or Soul Destroyer or Queen Banana? How about Queen Wasp? Or was it Miracle Queen?" Roman said, causing Chloe to shrink with each name he listed off. "I'd prefer we joke around and not point fingers. I'm sure you've had enough of people accusing you after what you've been through." Roman's tone was solemn and annoyed as the light turned green and he began driving.

"This is America, home of the free, land of the brave, and also lots of heroes and villains. Plenty of which don't care about who you are. Like me, I sure as shiii-" Roman's words suddenly trailed on as he glanced at Chloe and his cheeks flushed, "Saint Patrick don't care, but I do know it's my job to help ya adjust to your new life and that's what I'm gonna do."

Roman huffed before passing another car, a smile creasing his face again, "So instead, let's have some fun and only be serious when we absolutely need to. Chloe, let's try this from the beginning."

He held out his hand to her as they came to a stop at a building. His smile still made him look like a goofy fool but she found that this time she couldn't help but smile back as she reached out and shook his hand. In that moment, she suddenly felt more sure about all this than she had before boarding that plane when the sound of an alarm snapped her awake.

Chloe shot up from her bed, blearily looking around her grande suite disorientedly as the sun began to crest over the tops of buildings.

Edited and co-written by GrayNeko