A dreamless sleep was Larkin's favorite kind. It was deep and refreshing, and it allowed her to forget about all of the issues in the real world. When she was asleep, she didn't have to deal with her less-than-perfect parents. She could forget that there were supervillains. She didn't have to stop any crimes when she was asleep. And most of all, even though he was imperfect, she didn't have to worry about finding out that her own father had dropped dead. Sometimes, Larkin wished that she could sleep through all of her problems.

On Sunday morning, around three, she was awoken from her sweet, dreamless sleep by her new least favorite person on Earth. Faintly, she could hear someone calling her name. Curses on my advanced hearing. She wasn't even completely awake yet. It was that awkward stage between awake and asleep where you can hear things, but you have no idea what anything means. There was an incessant tapping on window of the room she was staying in at her aunt's house, and she swore it went on for at least ten minutes before she got up to go check what it was.

Larkin dragged her feet across the floor, wondering who had the nerve to wake her at such a ghastly hour. Larkin could stay awake for quite a while, but once she was actually asleep, she was like a bear in hibernation. And once you woke her up, she was a bear.

She pulled the blinds and opened the window to come face to face with a smug grin.

"Who else would it be at this ungodly hour?" she grumbled before turning around and falling back onto the bed.

Finn grinned. "I'm here to collect. You woke me up, and I flew you places. You owe me a favor."

Larkin cringed, remembering how she had asked Finn to help her find Greta.

"And then you left me standing outside the park. In the middle of the night. Alone!" he exclaimed.

Larkin thought back to how she had taken Greta home without telling Finn where she was going or if she was going to come back or him. She shrugged. "It's not like you're defenseless."

"I stood there for fifteen minutes!"

"That's not very long. Why are you here again?" asked Larkin.

"You owe me a favor. And I wanted revenge. You know. For waking me up," he admitted.

Larkin got up again and walked to the window. "What do you want?"

"Well." Finn stopped. Larkin could tell by the sheepish expression on his face that he'd done something stupid. "Yesterday, I was out saving people as usual, and there was this one little boy at the public pool who was getting really close to the edge. He didn't have floaties or anything, so I, being the magnificent hero that I am, swooped out of the sky and pulled him away from the edge of the pool."

Larkin furrowed her eyebrows. "And what's so bad about that?"

Finn smiled sheepishly again. "As I flew away, my mask kind of fell into the diving end of the pool."

With a sigh, Larkin shook her head in frustration. "Don't you have one of those suits with, like, a hood/hat thing and then your mask is attached to it? How did it even fall off?" She tried to remember the details of Finn's suit. She remembered that it was a deep navy color, and it kind of reminded her of Captain America's suit. He is by far the best Avenger. No questions asked.

Finn tried to explain to Larkin how his mask fell off. "The hood and the mask aren't attached, and I'm awful at tying knots—"

"Why didn't you make it out of Velcro or elastic?"

"I— I didn't think of that."

"And why do you need me for this?"

Again, Finn explained. "It's still at the bottom of the pool. I checked. That pool's always dirty because they never clean it there, so they didn't even bother to fish it out. I can't swim to the bottom of the diving end, so I need you to get it for me."

Larkin squinted her eyes at Finn through the semi-darkness. "And why can't you get it yourself?"

"Electricity and water don't mix. I'd fry all of their fancy filter technology."

Intrigued, Larkin asked, "How do you wash your hands?"

"That's different. If it's only my hands, I can control the electricity."

Larkin nodded in understanding. "I guess that makes sense."

She moved closer to the window and opened it as far as it would go. She found the latches on the sides of the window and attempted to take the screen out.

"Catch," said Larkin. The window screen fell out backwards with a rattle, and it and landed on Finn. He threw his hands up, hoping to stop it, but to no avail.

"Thank you, Larkin, for that ample warning." He pushed the screen off of himself before propping it against the side of the house.

"You're welcome," said Larkin cheerily. Her mood had already been lifted, even though it was still three in the morning. She climbed through the window and dropped the three feet to the ground. She looked down to her feet, realizing that she forgot to put on shoes. She decided that it would take too long to go back inside and find a pair, and instead relished the feeling of her bare feet on the cold, damp grass. "Let's go," she said.

"We could get there a lot faster if we flew," suggested Finn.

Larkin pretended to think about it for a minute before jumping on Finn's back. Finn took off, and they were at the pool within five minutes. Finn flew right over the chain-link fence and landed next to the diving board at the deep end. He let Larkin off and walked around the edge of the pool, searching for his mask. He paused in the left corner.

"I think it's right there," he said and pointed to the deepest part of the entire pool.

"Just my luck," said Larkin. "I'm a decent swimmer, but I never try to go all the way to the bottom. It makes my ears pop, you know."

She walked to the corner Finn was standing at and looked into the depths of the pool. The light of the moon and the emergency lights provided enough illumination that Larkin could see the outline of the mask, barely.

With her t-shirt and running shorts still on, Larkin jumped into the water.

Shocking was the only way Larkin could describe it. The cool, night air had chilled the pool water to a degree that took the breath away from Larkin. Despite the cold, Larkin dove deeper and opened her eyes. She blinked, getting used to the chlorinated water touching her eyes. There. She could see the dark blue of the mask standing out against the white of the pool. She stretched out her arm. It was so close. Just a little further, she urged herself. Another stretch.

Her fingertip brushed the rough material of the mask. Before she could think about it, she used her powers to absorb the mask. And, with the last of her breath, Larkin, propelled herself to the surface. She broke into the crisp night air, and heaved in a large breath. She swam closer to the edge. She wiped the water out of her eyes and felt two warm hands wrap around her arms. She was pulled gently out of the pool.

"That was way colder than I thought it would be. Must be some kind of late August chill." Larkin sat on the edge of the pool, shivering.

"I am an awful person. Oh my gosh Larkin, you don't even have a towel! You're going to get sick! And that's going to make me an awful-er person," exclaimed Finn. "It's just, I had no one else to ask to get the mask, and I knew it was really deep, but I couldn't ask just anyone—"

"It's all right, Finn. I understand," said Larkin. She shivered some more. "Can I have your jacket?"

"Of course!" Finn took off his jacket and gave it to Larkin.

Larkin pulled it on over her wet clothes and basked in the warmth. "Thanks."

"And it's okay that you didn't get the mask. I don't want you to go back in there. I can just get another one," said Finn.

Larkin was briefly confused before remembering that Finn hadn't seen where she put the mask. "No. I got it."

"What?"

"The mask. I have your mask."

"Really?"

"Yeah," said Larkin. Then, she made the mask appear in her hand, and gave it Finn.

"Honestly, Larkin, you are the best person I have ever met." He gave her his most dazzling smile.

"I know. Now, please take me home."

And after being buffeted by the wind and rocked to sleep by the motion of flying, Larkin was laid in bed and continued her sweet, dreamless rest.