Agent: Storm

I - Pilot

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The teenager stared down onto the blank document on his computer, nothing on it for the assignment that was set for him to do. The report on World War 2 was due tomorrow, but the boy had been busy all week, doing things that were not normal for an 18 year old. It'd been about two years since the incident happened. That incident resulted in the boy getting superhuman powers and senses. A few months after his best friend came to him, exhibiting superhuman powers too, but from a symbiotic-like creature that most likely had come from outer space. The teen had been fighting crime all week, but that wasn't his biggest worry at this moment in time.

He had to get this assignment done.

"Hey, Ben?" Came a feminine voice from the door, along with some persistent knocking.

"Door's open!" Ben called back, turning his head back to the blank document.

The girl entered, took one look at Ben, then at the utterly blank document on the computer, before pinching the bridge of her nose. "Don't tell me that's what I think it is."

"Depends." Ben chuckled with a slight nervousness.

"Two weeks," She shut the door as she made her way to Ben. "You have had two weeks to write a report on World War 2."

"Yeah, Harper, you make it sound so much easier than it actually is." Ben hesitated, avoiding Harper's gaze. "I was... Busy." Ben's voice trailed off at the end, and he found himself facing a skeptical Harper, crossing her arms.

"What's so important that you put off an assignment that's 25% of your grade?" Harper demanded.

What was he supposed to say? 'Oh, Harper, yeah, I was fighting crime and putting robbers behind bars.'

"You know how much of a sleeze Connor is."

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Really? Using my brother, your best friend, as an excuse?"

"Wait, Harp, I didn't mean it like that." He stood up, looking Harper in the eye.

"How the hell are you going to get this done..? It's due first thing tomorrow."

I shrugged as he gave Harper a quick peck on the cheek, sitting back down. "I'll get it done at some point. I'm fast."

She scoffed. "So fast you can finish it in," She looked at her watch. "8 or so hours, minus sleep?"

Yes, in fact. Ben could run at Mach 3 with ease. He could shape-shift. But of course, he couldn't tell his girlfriend that.

"I– I'll do it somehow." I looked at the clock. "It's late. You should go, I have to make a start and finish this thing tonight anyway."

Harper's brows creased, but as Ben kept his gaze away from her, her blue eyes softened. "Is there something wrong?"

"I'm just really tired, and I've been under a lot of stress lately." He grabbed a pen off his table and started to fiddle with it. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"... Fine." she huffed a moment later, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind her just a tad bit too hard.

"Great." Ben muttered under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair anxiously. He had 8 hours to finish an assignment, and that was without sleeping. He turned to his laptop, and started typing. By the time he had finished, it was 12:30 in the morning. He did all the work with the help of his superhuman speed. He was exhausted. He shut his laptop, crawled into his bed, and was asleep within minutes.