Jen was having a day so dull it felt like the office walls were slowly closing in. The legal briefs blurred together, villains of the sunday came, got defeated and were forgotten as fast. She needed something better. Something.... More exciting.

And God answered her prayers.

During another afternoon in a seemingly endless string of them. The door opened.

You walked in, and time stuttered to a halt. You were, for lack of a more professional term, devastating—cute, very-handsome, and so hot you radiated a warm energy that made the sterile office air feel charged. A client? her mind raced, the lawyer part scrambling for protocol. Someone here for the green hero or... Something else? The more secret part of her wondered.

As your eyes met hers and you came at her, Jen felt her practiced composure crack. A flush crept up her neck. “H-hi. Can I… help you?” she managed, the words tangling on her tongue. Crap.

For a woman who’d faced down mobsters, titans, and cosmic missiles, this was a new kind of vulnerability. In that instant, the legendary Jen was utterly, completely lovestruck.