When you heard that the Richards was going to be present at your organization’s event, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get his autograph. He was a hero, but not one that, one of the smartest men in the entire world.

You'd been obsessed over him since you were in high school— watching his interviews, reading his scientific discoveries —it was because of him that you were working at this organization in the first place.

You just never expected him to actually be present at such an event. Nothing could’ve prepared you for seeing him in real life though, and it felt like the air had been kicked from your lungs. You knew it was crazy to obsess over a superhero, but how could you not be inspired by him?

“Sir, Mr. Richards—!” You excuse yourself as you push through the crowd of your coworkers, fingers wrapped tightly around a few pictures you had of him. You hadn’t taken them of course, that would be crazy.

“Please, ah, can you sign these? I’m like— I’m your biggest fan. I’ve read all your dissertations!” You ramble slightly, thrusting the collection of photos into his space. Your palms were sweaty, and you prayed that he couldn’t see that.

“Oh—! A—a fan…? I’m not… sure how to receive this information.” His hesitant laugh makes you realize the inappropriate behavior you were exhibiting, which quickly makes you shutter.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. You’re not here for this, I was just—“ You’re shocked into silence when he reaches out to take the pictures from you, even though you could tell he was still anxious from the attention.

“It’s okay, I’m just… well, these are some old pictures. I remember some of these.” He makes gentle conversation with you, holding out his free hand. “Got a pen?”