Nighthawk: A Superhero Story (closed for Siobhancan99)

"Honestly it for sure helps. Fuck it helped just to say it out loud. I guess. I mean you're right. She was a monster. But you know my mom fucked off into space when I was 12 and well. I needed her you know? even if she is like... whatever. the scourge of a thousand planets or some shit." She inhaled, then let out a breath "I think that's what really fucks me up. But you're right. I need to let that go. As for the Totality, where I find them here I will be taking the battle to them. They killed a billion of our people. They will do the same to this world if they think they're supposed to." She stretched then sighed "alright if I leave now I can get a coffee on my way to therapy." She moved to hug Thalmer, then wasn't sure that was the right thing so she sort of slapped him on the arm. "I'll let you know when its go time."

She had time to grab a chocolate croissant and a coffee, then made her way in the Mel's office. Part of her was really dreading this. "Centauri don't talk about their feelings Monica. That's an American thing." She could hear her mother's dismissive tone "Use your feelings to fuel your rage or ambition or whatever, and use that to achieve greatness. That's your people's way"

But she wasn't quite Centauri, really. After standing outside the office for a few minutes, she finally knocked.
 
Thalmer’s body language stiffened a little as Monica moved toward him. Then he relaxed once more. “Tell you what. Let me see if I can make contact with any Helix employees. I can take that off your hand at least. Besides, you have to work on codenames for us.”

Melanie smiled warmly as Monica entered her office. “Snowing out there yet?” she asked. “I hear we’re supposed to get quite the storm this weekend.” Her long red hair was tied back in a ponytail. “How have you been?” Once Monica had settled into her chair, the professor began asking questions to get her to open up.
 
Sipping at her coffee, Monica wryly observed "I've been afraid that the Centauri, like the Irish, are immune to psychotherapy." She laughed and sipped again, then crossed her legs and leaned forward a little "Things have been. Up and down." She hmmms "I don't even really know where to start you know? Talking about this with outsiders was strictly verboten in my house. Three people besides my dad knew my secret and one of those three people is dead so. I don't really have a lot of practice with this. Also I dunno" She looked down into her cup "I mean. you're probably curious about some things. Maybe we should get some of that out of the way first?"
 
Melanie folded her hands atop one another on her desk. “We can start wherever you’d like. Last time, you were talking about Tom and what you feel is your responsibility, and we had talked about making time for yourself, time to recharge. How has that been going?”
 
"I dunno. I'm really struggling with the fact I've been moving on with Gabi. It just feels like such a betrayal. And I know, in my head, that Tom would be the first one to say he wanted me to be happy but I can't help but wonder if this somehow cheapens and diminishes everything we had. It was only 7 months after he died that Gabi and I started dating. Is that an appropriate amount of time? It makes me feel like maybe there's something wrong with me. Am I just lying to myself about being able to love someone?"
 
“Everyone processes grief differently,” Melanie stated. “There is nothing wrong with you, Monica. Finding happiness and love with another person doesn’t mean you love the person you’ve lost any less. It’s definitely true that sometimes social expectations can put pressure on us to feel that we’re grieving the ‘right way’ or for the ‘right amount of time,’ but…am I right that this is mostly pressure you’re putting on yourself? And what would denying yourself happiness accomplish?”
 
"I mean it wouldn't accomplish anything which is why I haven't done it. But the thought is in my head and its like cancer. Like its just there and it can't be gotten rid of just by wishing you know?" She leaned back and closed her eyes "and I want to be fair to Gabi and not have anything that detracts my focus from her but at the same time it really still floors me when I think about him. And its so much less frequent than it was but I still do. He's very much like a third person in this relationship. I try not to let it affect things and it doesn't change how I feel about her at all or anything, but its there. And pretending it is not there isn't gonna make it stop."
 
Melanie nodded, concern in her eyes. “What you’re feeling is common. I know it’s a cliché, but time heals most, if not all, wounds. This doesn’t mean you’re going to stop thinking about Tom, or loving Tom, or that you won’t occasionally think of him and get sad, but…it won’t be this sort of raw nerve, open wound type of pain. You may even get to the point where when you think of him, it’ll mostly be the happy memories that come to mind. I know it’s…hard to believe, but it’s common. And…I do speak from personal experience, to a certain extent.”

The professor paused for a moment. “Do you ever talk to Gabi about Tom? About what you’re feeling? I know you’re concerned about ‘being fair’ to her, but part of how we build intimacy is when we turn to our partners for support. Even when it’s tough.”
 
"no. which is dumb. I talked to her about it all the fucking time till she became my girlfriend and now I sort of live in terror of her thinking that I'm still hung up on Tom or feeling less or something. Its hard to talk to her about so much of this in part because she's kind of timid. I don't want her to worry about me constantly when i'm out and about and i really dont want her to worry about her. I love the time we spend together and I love being with her and curling up with her at the end of the day makes it all seem worth it. She's just... alawys getting weird or quiet or whatever when anything adverse comes along and its hard to like, know how much she can handle."
 
“That’s understandable,” Melanie remarked. “It sounds like you both maybe have some difficulty talking through some of these more difficult feelings. I’m glad that you’ve encouraged her to talk with me,” she said with a slight smile. Gabi had already met with the professor on two occasions, both times saying that she’d felt some benefit afterwards.

“But I don’t think it’s too much if once in a while you have to say, ‘hey, I’m thinking about Tom today and feeling sad, and I just need a little extra TLC or support.’ That way, you’re letting her in but you’re also letting her know she can help, which is a good feeling.”

Melanie adjusted her position in her chair slightly. “It sounds like your…nocturnal activities are in part a way for you to honor Tom. Maybe there are other things you could do to capture that feeling. For example, volunteering. You could volunteer for some kind of anti-violence organization. Or maybe it’s just doing a favorite hobby that you did with him that you don’t do anymore. I'm not suggesting these as a replacement for your...other activities...but just something to consider."
 
Monica nodded. "Part of the nocturnal activities is guilt. My parents held me back a year to help explain why I was so physically adroit. If I would have been here, he'd be alive. In part because I would have just called Ian an Uber. But even there, if he'd insisted on going I'd have gone and when that gun came out it would have had a very different ending. I can't help but think of how many Toms there are out there. When I started, what I'd do is jog through the park at night until a pack of guys tried to rape or mug me then i'd beat the shit out of them. There were a distressing number of nights that that worked. I know I'm not responsible for saving the world and I'm trying to let myself be better about letting the police handle stuff like that. Honestly, I would probably quit except now its not just muggers is it? its bizarre metal men and insane Australians. Guys who can fight me one on one and take out squads of armed men." She paused. "I'm thinking real hard about maybe approaching the FBI or something about just becoming actual law enforcement but for stuff like that. Go legit sort of. I dunno. Like an official super squad or something. Supercop. But you know like, part time. Where I just fight weird super guys and am not like a fucking meter maid or something. I dunno." She sighed and closed her eyes. "anyway. I will let Gabi in a little more and hopefully it helps. I really appreciate you talking to her."
 
“I’m glad to hear that you’re at least considering some ways you can unburden yourself a bit,” Melanie said. She winced a bit, then put a hand to the place where the right side of her neck met her shoulder. “I’m happy she seems to be comfortable talking with me so far. She’s a sweet girl,” the older woman said with a smile. The professor walked Monica to the door. “Try to stay warm out there.”

Monica arrived back at her apartment around 2, and Gabi came home from her last course of the day, a painting class, around 3. Monica had both a Calculus II and a Fundamentals of Electrical & Computer Engineering quiz the next day. “Do you mind getting an early start on studying?” Gabi asked regarding their calculus class. “First LSA meeting of the semester today. There will be baked goods!”
 
"Yeah studying is good" She laughed and tugged Gabi in to sit in her lap "well since I need to eat like 4000 calories a day baked goods are a pretty good incentive." she kissed her cheek, then let her go so they could get to studying. the week was fairly quiet. She went out one night to nothing, and then otherwise stayed in to not get in any trouble before Gabi's birthday. That Friday, Zoe arrived with bottles of liquor that were easier to get from friends back home and where nobody at the liquor store really cared if you were 21. Monica used some of it to make punch. She'd also baked a cake, though this was her first foray into cooking. She was skeptical about the quality of the cake and the frosting was a nightmare till she called Layla over to help. Fortunately the arty girl was able to do some fancy decorations.
 
By the time Gabi’s party began, the city was in the midst of a major winter storm. She and Monica had gotten word that Kayla wasn’t going to make, nor was Gabi’s work friend, Kendra, and her boyfriend, but there was a good turnout otherwise. Everyone of their usual on-campus group made it, as did some of Gabi’s LSA friends, along with Ian, Eve, Caleb, and Trey, even as the snow continued to pile up. At one point, the lights flickered on and off for a few moments.

Monica and Gabi noticed Eve and Ian dancing, holding hands at a few points in the evening, the singer having apparently taken Monica’s advice to heart. As the party came to a close around 2:30, everyone but the two roommates and Zoe made their way out into the blizzard. As their blonde-haired friend, cleaned up a bit in the kitchen, Gabi wrapped her arms tightly around Monica’s midsection from behind.

“That was fun. Thank you, baby,” she said, nuzzling the nape of Monica’s neck with her nose while Zoe bopped along to music still pumping from a Bluetooth speaker.

“Anyone up for the last piece of cake?” Zoe called, already about to sink a plastic fork into it.

“I’m good,” Gabi called. “It was good cake, though,” she assured Monica. She continued to hold her girlfriend as they looked out the window at the moonlit, now-white quad. “Are you tired? I’m not even, like, a little tired right now,” she said, indicating a small amount with her thumb and index finger.
 
Laughing, she pressed back into Gabi. "it's late for you, but this is my time to shine." She turned, brushing her hand through her girl's hair, then tugged her in. She sucked on her lower lip and then her upper, her hand rubbing her girl's back, stroking her gently "So what do you want to do with all this energy of yours huh? Go outside and play in the snow?" She grinned, assuming it wasn't that. "Something else on your mind Corazon?"
 
“Actually,” Gabi said, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “I totally do want to go out and play in the snow.” She kissed the side of Monica’s neck just below her ear, her breath warm. “Then the other thing.” Grabbing her girlfriend’s hand, she said, “Come on!”

The dark-haired girl began throwing on her coat. “Zoe, throw your boots on. We’re going out to play.”

Their house guest adjusted her slightly oversized glasses. “Okay,” she said, shoving another bite of cake into her face.

After getting dressed, the three of them headed out, Gabi leading the way. “Holy crap,” she exclaimed as she began plowing through knee-high snow in her jeans.

“Yikes. It’s going to be no fun digging my car out tomorrow,” Zoe noted as they waded toward the quad. A handful of other students were making the most of the weather, hurling snowballs, making snowmen, or making snow angels.

“Monica will help you,” Gabi volunteered her lover, smiling at her girlfriend while reaching over and playfully tousling Zoe’s golden hair. “She’s got these strong shoulders,” she said cheekily, digging her hands into the shoulders of Monica’s jacket before taking her hand once again.

Across the quad, a guy charged a snowman that had just recently been given the finishing touches from his friend, tearing through it like a defensive lineman.
 
"Oh volunteer me like some kind of packhorse." She rolled her eyes at Gabi "Zoe we have an extra bed and your classes are online so... feel free to stay as long as you want really." She thought she might regret that offer at some point, but it was nice to see their friend enjoying herself when she'd clearly had a bad semester in Chicago. Picking Gabi up she then dumped her in a nearby snowbank. "dork" She stuck out her tongue at her girlfriend, then started making a snowball. "I bet winter in Chicago is pretty brutal so, you really dodged a bullet there zoe" She grinned, then tried to stick the snowball down the back of zoe's shirt.
 
Zoe smiled, the chill air giving her cheeks a rosy blush. “Thank you. Definitely wouldn’t mind sleeping it off tomorrow and leaving the drive for Monday.”

Gabi let out a half-shriek, half-laugh as Monica tossed her in the snow. “That’s it. No sex for a week!” she declared, lobbing a handful of snow toward her girlfriend and missing.

“Yeah. That was definitely factoring in my decision,” Zoe noted. “I’m just glad that---heyy!” Still grinning, she let out a scream as Monica’s snowball found its way down her clothes. “She’s such a bully!” she pleaded her case to Gabi.

“Let’s get her!” the brunette called out. A moment later, the two girls were rushing toward Monica. “I got her legs!”

Gabi wrapped her arms around Monica’s upper thighs, tugging her back, while Zoe tried dragging her down into a drift by her left arm and shoulder, both of them laughing.
 
"tackled by beautiful girls! my only weakness!" Despite being strong enough to carry the two around, Monica let them drag her down into the snow "help! help! I'm being attacked by cuteness!" she laughed and called out, as if someone from the squad would save her. She lauhed again, and to be cheeky she shouted "call the nighthawk! i'm being smothered by beautiful women!" then wrapped her arm around Gabi, pulling her in to kiss all over her face, the other arm holding Zoe down gently in the snow.
 
“Just give in!” Gabi declared mock dramatically as Zoe squirmed against Monica’s touch. Her full lips pressed firmly against her girlfriend’s, sucking on them, as her tongue grazed Monica’s lower lip. The brunette reached a gloved hand across Monica’s body, finding Zoe’s bare, pink hand.

Gabi’s tongue flicked against her girlfriend’s as her fingers intertwined with Zoe’s around Monica’s hip. As the Latina’s tongue roamed inside Monica’s mouth, the heat of her breath a stark contrast with the cold dampness of the snow radiating through the older girl’s clothes, she felt her petite friend tenderly brush a lock of her blonde hair away from her face.

“This is totally unfair,” Zoe said. “Making me watch this.”
 
"it is a little unfair. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole wide world" She winked at Zoe and blew her a little kiss, keeping an arm around her, then turned her attention back to Gabi. She sucked softly at her lower lip, then ran her tongue along it. She brushed her nose along Gabi's, but kept Zoe close "its cold out here. do you two want me to make some hot chocolate or something?" her one hand slid down and then up under Gabi's coat, brushing along her back, feeling the heat of her skin under Monica's fingers.
 
“Yes!” Gabi said at the prospect of hot chocolate as the three girls began to rise from the snow.

“God, I’m so wet,” Zoe lamented, looking down at her leggings. Gabi laughed, and realizing the possible double entendre, she quickly added, “my leggings! I need to change.”

A series of raucous shouts erupted from nearby. Two guys were rushing through the snow toward a nearby lamppost in just their boxers, being cheered on by a group of other men and women. When they got nearby, one of them paused, looked at the three girls, bowed a bit, then said, “Ladies,” before he and his buddy raced back through the snow toward the steps of their apartment where the rest of their group waited. Gabi and Zoe laughed as the three of them headed toward Monica and Gabi’s place.

As soon as they entered, they stood near the small doormat and proceeded to remove their wet boots and winter clothing, Zoe putting her arm on Gabi’s shoulder for balance as she slipped out of her footwear. The snow was still visible in Gabi’s dark hair, though melting second-by-second. “I think my face is numb,” Zoe said, putting a hand against it.

“I think my butt is numb,” Gabi said impishly, wrapping an arm around Monica’s waist. “Wanna check?” she asked her lover.

Zoe began to peel off her snow-caked leggings right on the spot, uncovering a violet-hued pair of hiphugger panties. “Sorry, guys,” she said, looking down at the flecks of snow that were falling off her pants. At the same time, Gabi stripped her similarly snow-covered jeans, revealing a pair of lacy green boyshorts.

“Be right back,” Zoe said. She made her way to Gabi’s bedroom where her bags were stored. Her panties showed off her small but round and tight ass, along with slender yet lovely legs.
 
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Monica was definitely feeling a vibe, but she didn't want to ruin it by saying something. So instead she put on some music, low enough not to disturb the neighbors. She slipped her hands down and gently kneaded Gabi's ass, then kissed along her neck. She ran her hands along Gabi's body and called out to Zoe "no need to apologize cutie" Her hands wandered along Gabi's sides, brushing the sides of her breasts, then wandered down along her hips "you two get comfortable and I'll make the cocoa." She worked herself out of her clothes, leaving herself in just black boy shorts then grabbed a towel to work the snow out of her hair. she handed it to Gabi, then waltzed into the kitchen to put a little milk on the stove. as it slowly heated, she looked into the other room.
 
When Monica called her “cutie,” Zoe glanced back briefly, a delighted smile on her face. There was an extra bounce in her step as she strode to the bedroom. Gabi grinned, dancing in a low-key way to the music, clad in just her underwear and clingy black top.

The black-haired girl made her way into the living room as Zoe emerged from her bedroom, wearing a red-and-black long-sleeve nightshirt that hung just slightly below her panties. “Zoooeey,” Gabi cooed, sitting in the middle of the couch and patting the seat next to her, while grabbing the blanket off the back of the piece of furniture. “Come get warm.”

Zoe looked at Monica, a slightly dazed, slightly shy expression on her face. She then made her way to the couch as Gabi held the blanket to create an opening for her underneath. Gabi draped it over herself and Zoe’s petite forms. “We’re so glad you’re here,” the Latina said, glancing over her shoulder at Monica in the kitchen, “aren’t we, baby?"
 
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"We are. I can't think of a better way to celebrate Gabi's birthday than having you here with us all weekend" Monica stirred in the chocolate, whipping the milk a bit to get it nice and frothy. She walked out with a few mugs, just wearing her panties "you two all comfy? anything I can get you?" she moved in, setting the cups down, sipping at her own. She felt a little self-conscious but put on an air of practiced nonchalance. "Anything I can do to make you ladies more comfortable?" She sipped her cocoa, glad for the warmth of it, feeling both their eyes on her for a moment. She leaned down and kissed Gabi, lingering, tugging at both her lips, one after the other. She reached, but gently brushed her fingers through Zoe's curly blond locks. Straightening she looked into her room "we could all sleep out here. I could drag the beds out or something."
 
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