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American Punch Chapter Two!

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Here's another Chapter in the american Punch saga!
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An Excerpt From Chapter Two

Two days after the incident, he came back, and he kept coming back almost every day after that for two weeks, always landing on the rooftop. He would sit down next to her on one of her bed blankets. She always had some of her grandmother's food for him, Mexico's finest, he used to say. He sat there listening to endless stories about her life and hopes and dreams, and it hardly ever registered he was a superhero. He certainly didn't seem like neither the saintly god-like creature that had saved her city as some people said, nor the imperialistic weapon of American interventionism that others felt he was. To her, he was just Ben. He even asked her to stop smoking and she just stopped right then and there.

He was tender and kind to her and he filled her heart with an urge to start singing like nothing ever had before. And they never even went anywhere. He didn't take her flying ever again, or showed off his powers in any way. Once he took off his mask, he was just the greatest person she had ever met, who happened to arrive on her rooftop wearing white tights and a red cape. He said he could be himself with her, instead of the superhero that could do wonders no one had ever seen.

“That means I'm never taking you flying again, Martina. I don't always want to be a superhero,” he said, “When I'm with you, I just want to be a man.”

“So there's no way you might want to split your time between Superbia and Mexico City? We could use a savior too.”

“Being a superhero means attracting danger, Martina. It's like painting a big red target on your city. So the answer is no. If I'm here, it's because of you.” He looked concerned. “My enemies come from other galaxies, other universes, different dimensions, uncaring families, bad genes and the darkest corners of the city. And do you know what they all have in mind? My destruction. Mine and that of everything I hold dear. So I would not only be painting a big red target on your city, I would be painting it on you, Martina.”

“Well, no one would have to know it's you,” she said. “You could always do it in secret. Good things don't always have to be advertised.” This made a lot of sense to her, but no more than her final argument, “I’m the only one who has to know. I'm the only one who has to know I love you.”