"Yes!"

             "No!"

             "Yes!"

             "No!

             "Yes!"

             "Fine!"

             Lacey clapped her hands together and smiled, "Great! Here's the address, Mrs. Cunningham told me to tell you to go pick up some of the costumes from the shop downtown." Lacey handed me the address, written hastily on a piece of ripped paper.

             "But why can't she do it? Why can't you do it?" I ask with a tired voice.

             "Well, she said that she's going to be at some teacher thing, and I have to go across town to meet my parents at lunch. Mrs. Cunningham only wanted you to go get the costumes, she knew that you could do it without complaining."

             "But I don't even have a car!" I exclaim.

             "Take the bus like normal people, that's what I did before I got a car." Lacey reasoned.

             "Ugh, I hate the bus." I sigh.

             "Too bad," Lacey mocked my pout and walked off quickly to her car.

             This was just great. It was the Wednesday before the musical and I was stuck running errands for Mrs. Cunningham. I couldn't believe that she had to entrust me to the task when I didn't even have a car. But, no worries, I could find a bus stop if I really tried.

             It was thirty minutes later when I had finally found the right bus that would take me to downtown. It seemed that many people liked to take the bus on Saturdays, so I could only find a seat in the back, right next to a mother and her two rowdy children who insisted on screaming and pulling on my bag. Great, Just great.

             From here, I knew the bus would be taking us the detour route, passing close to dead man's cliff. Dead man's cliff was a cliff that lead to a very big drop into the rocky edge of The Styx river. The reason for its name was because some people took jumping off the cliff as a daredevil's task, many didn't live to tell their tales. It was now illegal to get someone to jump off the cliff, seeing as kids used to dare each other to take their chances with the rocky water.

             Many tourists liked to take the bus and take pictures of all the scenery, which meant that taking the bus took twice as long as it should've. I sighed and put in my earphones, blocking out the squealing children next to me. I put my earphones on shuffle, hoping that we would reach the stop close enough to the address in my hand soon.

             It was a little while later when I started to notice the tourists and the citizens all take out their phones and start taking pictures out a window on one side of the bus. Curious, I take out my earphones and try and get a look at what they were all so excited about. I stretched my neck and I was able to catch a glimpse of purple, red, and yellow in the sky.

             You've got to be kidding me.

             The bus goers chattered excitedly and their voices reached all the way o the back of the bus, "What are the chances?"

             "They'll never believe this back home!"

             "I can't see him, let me see!"

             "This is so awesome!"

             "Look how close they're getting!"

             And that's when the pandemonium, started. People backed to one side of the bus, making it groan as all the weight was centered on its right side. Many still had their phones out, hoping to still get a good picture of this extraordinary event. The children and the mother who were sitting next to me finally shut up in fear.

             The Marvel and Tornado landed only three yards from where the bus was parked. And yes, the bus was parked because the stupid bus driver had taken out her own phone to catch a picture of the two supers. The Marvel and Tornado fought, throwing punches that never landed because the other moved too fast, sending abandoned cars in each other's direction. To me, this fight looked personal. 

            And then Tornado's eyes locked on the bus. He looked through all of the passengers until spotting me. He seemed to linger on me for a little longer, a huge and irksome grin spreading throughout his face.

             I watched as he turned back to The Marvel, who was getting up after being hit by a particularly big car. He seemed to yell something in his direction, something that was muffled by the sounds of the children next to me who had started screaming again. I could almost see The Marvel's confusion turn to anger. And then Tornado started to head to the bus.

             That was when the passengers really understood the danger that was nearing. The bus driver finally understood the danger of the situation and started the bus, but it was already too late. Tornado had already swept the bus up into a powerful gust of wind.

             Everyone screamed as the bus was lifted higher and higher into the air. And then it suddenly stopped in midair. I tried not to look out the bus window, or to think of what Tornado actually had in mind for us. The kids next to me were now bawling and clinging on to their mother for dear life. 

            I ignored my own advice and looked out the window. The Marvel was franticly trying to fly into the little tornado that Tornado had created around us, but failing drastically. The bus lurched forward and I could finally see where he was taking us.

             Dead man's cliff.

             I frantically looked around the bus for something to hold onto. If he was going to drop us into the rocky shore below, I'd rather not be flailing around and hitting my head on random objects.

             The I saw The Marvel finally make his way into the eye of the tornado. That was also when Tornado thought it would be a good time to drop us.

             We fell through the air and held onto anything we could, including each other. The small children had one hold on me, the other on their mother. We hit the bottom with a thud, thankfully most of us landed on the soft seats and didn't take in too much damage.

             I looked out the window after making sure that the two children who were still clinging on to me were okay. It seemed that we had landed right on the edge of the cliff, the back of the bus was hanging off of the edge. If we were careful we would be able to go out the front of the bus, but only if most of the weight stayed by the front of the bus.

             Then the bus lurched backwards and started to lean towards the rocky cliff below. Everyone who hadn't been previously holding onto something in the bus hurriedly grabbed onto the nearest seat or person so they wouldn't fall to the back of the bus.

             Then the back bus door opened. One of the younger children had opened the door, which flew open out into the air. The child held on desperately to the door for his dear life. His mother screamed and tried to reach out for him, but she couldn't go far without risking the life of her other child, who clung tightly to her arm.

             Guess it's time for the damsel in distress to be the hero for once. I climbed around the mother and her child and reached the open door. I reached out desperately for the child, but I couldn't go far without falling over and out of the bus myself.

             "Grab onto my hand!" I yelled out to the boy.

             The boy looked at me, fear and uncertainty gleaming in his teary eyes. I saw his weak arms shake and slip as he was trying to keep his hold on the door. I decided then that I needed to get him now, or the bus could lurch too far and he'd be thrown off of the door.

             "Do you want your mommy?" I asked the boy.

             The boy looked at me with wide eyes and nodded his head the best he could.

             "Then grab onto me. I can take you to her, but you have to let go of the door and hold onto my hand. Please," I opened my hand and thrust it as hard as I could towards the boy.

             The boy looked from my hand to my face and then back to my hand again. And then he jumped towards my hand. I wasn't ready for the sudden weight of the child clinging to my arm, so I fell a little further towards the abyss below.

             The boy screamed and I let out a little squeal. I felt someone from the bus grab my foot, probably trying to manage pulling me back in the bus, but the way the bus was leaning, it wouldn't work. We'd need a miracle to help us now.

             The Marvel suddenly swooped down from above, his suit disheveled and ripped in certain places. It seemed that while I had been trying to save this little kid, he had been trying to save all of us. His eyes met mine and I could see the panic start to arise.

             The Marvel brought his hands up and the bus soon started to push back onto the cliff. The bus leaned back to normal level and I was able to pull myself and the child back into the bus. I looked back out to The Marvel, whose face was scrunched up in concentration, and who also had beads of perspiration clinging to his face. It seemed that moving the bus was taking a lot more energy out of him than it should've normally. His earlier fight with Tornado must've taken a lot out of him.

             Soon the bus was safely back onto solid ground and the screams that had previously filled the interior of the bus turned to cheers. The Marvel had saved the day, just like he always had.

             The Marvel tried to fly away, but sputtered back to the ground after only reaching a couple feet into the air. Fighting with Tornado and then saving a heavy bus full of people afterwards must've taken all of his energy from him.

             Everyone from the bus all cautiously shuffled over to where The Marvel was. I pushed myself inside the thickening crowd until I had a good view of him. His mask had been torn so much that you could see half of his face that you normally couldn't. 

            The little girl who had been clinging to her mother only moments before was the only one brave enough to get closer to The Marvel. She reached over and brushed away the ripped edges of the mask to reveal the boy inside.

             The remarks from the crowd were all of shocked adults, "Why, he's just a kid."

             "He's a kid!"

             "We've been putting all the pressure on a child!"

             "He's no older than my son."

             Of course, he wasn't a kid. He was a teenager, but adults couldn't tell the difference. To them, it was surprising that a teen could save the city time and time again without quitting under all the pressure.

             I was the most surprised out of any of the adults. Because I knew the man under the mask. He was none other than Connor Collins. The beast in the school musical. The quiet kid who sat behind me in AP Physics. The geeky kid who got his powers by falling into some chemicals. Connor was The Marvel.

             Connor opened his eyes and sat up hurriedly. He took a look around at all the staring faces until his face met mine. His expression was just as shocked as everyone else's. His hand slowly reached up and touched his face as the realization dawned on him. We all knew who he was now.

             Some of the adults reached down to help him up and on his feet, but he was still too shocked to say anything.

             The little boy that I had saved from falling out of the bus walked over to Connor and told him exactly what he wanted to hear, "Don't worry, Mister Marvel sir. We won't tell nobody who you really are. It can be our big secret."

             Voices could be heard from the crowd agreeing with the boy. It seemed that no one actually wanted to be the one who ruined his secret identity.

             His face met mine and I knew that he wanted to explain things, but I just couldn't believe it.

             The Marvel was Connor Collins.