Lucky Lass and Crimson Python, dressed in civilian wear, were sitting on the couch, watching TV.
“Wanna order pizza,” Lucky Lass asked, obviously bored. The superheroes were having a rather dry evening.
“S-s-s-s-sure,” the other hero replied, licking his fang-like teeth with his tongue.
“Ugh, I know you don’t naturally talk like that. You know that annoys me,” she replied with a glare, tossing a couch cushion at him. He contorted, ducking down, dodging the tossed projectile with ease. He sat up, only to feel it hit him in the back of the head anyway as it unnaturally bounced back.
“Lucky shot,” he said.
“Hey, what are you guys doing?” a slightly high-pitched voice called out. Out came a young, ambitious hero by the name of Emerald Fox. He wore a green leotard and black briefs, a black lightning bolt on his lean yet muscular chest. Green fox ears peeked over his short red -- practically orange -- hair as he held onto a pair of boots, his bare feet stepping across the smooth floor of the superhero “hideout”.
“Just chilling,” Crimson Python replied, unhinging and adjusting his jaw a bit as he relaxed further.
“Well, we should be prepared, shouldn’t we?” he said as he slipped his boot over one foot.
“Eh, there hasn’t been a crime worthy of us here for almost 3 weeks now. Ugh, and could you please wear socks with those?” Lucky Lass said with disgust.
“I told you, these form to my feet when I put them on so I can run fast. Socks mess that up. I take them off in my room. You never smell them,” he reassured.
“I know, but even just the thought grosses me out,” she said, looking at the younger hero with a scrunching her nose.
Emerald Fox rolled his eyes, putting the other on as their team leader, Freedom Strike, came out. Emerald Fox stood up in a combination of eager adoration and respect. “So what’s on the schedule tonight, sir?”
Freedom Strike rolled his eyes, sighing heavily, unused to having someone so uppity on his team. Emerald Fox was an intern recruit, replacing Turquoise Tiger temporarily until he recovered from an operation to help control his mutation.
“Well, I’m going to Cyclone,” he said.
Crimson Python stood up, doing a goofy little dance, “I could go for a good dance--”
“And a few stiff drinks,” Lucky Lass replied with a smile on her face.
“Wait, I can’t go there,” Emerald Fox said, a little disappointed.
“Crap, uh, you could use the training room for a few hours,” Freedom Strike replied, shrugging apologetically, forgetting that Emerald Fox was only 19. Suddenly, the TV turned on, it was their chief supervisor from The League, The Great Mind.
“Team Freedom,” she began, “I’m glad to see one of you is ready for tonight,” looking at Emerald Fox who smiled, a bit proud.
“I need you to suit up and investigate a some unknown psychic disturbances in the warehouse district. I sense a new villain is up to something rather sinister.”
Lucky Lass rolled her eyes, “Freakin’ psychics,”
“What was that?” their boss retorted.
“N-nothing!” she said, obviously a bit frightened.
“Why would you lie, she’s psychic,” Emerald Fox whispered.
“Shut up,” she whispered back.
“Anyway, Team Freedom, I’m looking to you to investigate. I want a full report tomorrow!” the TV turned off.
“Neat, my first real mission!” he said.
Meanwhile, Freedom Strike was pissed. The one night he decides to go out, he’s called to investigate probably nothing but a class D villain.
He then looked at Emerald Fox, already dressed and raring to go. “You’re right, it is your first real mission. You’ll be going out solo.”
“Solo? But that’s against the rules of my internship. Rule I think 3--”
“It’s fine. I think you’re more than ready. Just run in at 300 miles per hour, before the psychic can even detect you, punch him out, and apprehend him.”
“Well, that’s also--”
“What Free Dumb Dumb means,” Lucky Lass interjected, “is that we are sure you are more than capable of handling a minor psychic disturbance. And here,” she pulled out a small earring and clipped it into the furry fox ear of Emerald Fox’s costume. “It’ll bring you luck.”
“Really?” Emerald Fox inquired, unsure how Lucky Lass’s powers even worked.
“Well that and its stream to our phones so we can check if something is going awry.”
Again, just a rough draft. Thanks for reading / any feedback appreciated.