Chance smiled at the ladies who shook his hand, giving each of them an equal glance, an equally interested glance and the touch was warm and just firm enough. All the while keeping his blue eyes in very appropriate locations.<br/><br/>It was actually pretty amazing. He was there, with the superheroes. The real superheroes. Superspeed, in an interesting pink-skinned package. Superstrength, in a tiny black dress. And magic in uniform. And then he was there. Chance Dexter, ordinary guy.<br/><br/>He just really did not feel like he belonged at all. After all, he barely had any powers. Just a bit of luck at times, and a bit of bad luck for others at other times. And half of the time it was unpredictable and chaotic. Not really a super-power. But still, he was here.