Tony was entering the Western View Junior High when the bus pulled up to the front entrance. Violet waved to the driver before she spotting him walking up the front steps of the school, prompting her to follow him. Fortunately for her, it was still early in the morning before many of the students had a chance to arrive. This timing granted her the opportunity to locate him, who was rummaging through his locker for his books and whatnot. Unfortunately, the timing of which she decided to arrive near him was not on her side; when Tony closed the door and turned to his right, he was greeted by an admittedly scarily-smiling Violet Parr, causing him to jump backward in slight alarm.

"Gah! Violet?"

"Ooh! Sorry about that, Tony! I just saw you entering the school and I thought – "

"No, it's not your fault! I was just...taken aback?"

"Are you sure? You look you saw a ghost!"

"... I already have."

Violet opened her mouth to question what Tony meant by that, but closed it upon realizing the true meaning...before resorting to a slight giggle. "Are you referring to – ?"

Tony tilted his head in nonchalance, "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. If you're wondering, I was just heading to the cafeteria to study for the exam on Wednesday. Care to join me?"

The exam! How could I forget? But...I can't miss out on an invitation to the cafeteria with my crush, right?

"Sure. I just got here anyway, so..."

The couple walked to the already loaded cafeteria, where they both noticed that most of the students were barely touching the food on their trays. Among the students were Violet's geek friend Kari, a princess named Lisa, and two jocks named Shawn and Jeffrey. As they took their seats, they shared a laugh or two upon noticing Kari playing with her...scrambled eggs/tater tots omelet-hybrid thing.

"I bet she's gonna dissect it in the name of science," Violet deduced.

"God help us all then," Tony dryly remarked before laughter was exchanged again and silence took over...until it didn't.

"Tony...?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry if I didn't tell you the truth sooner. My family and I are supposed to stay underground for the time being, so this...is technically not okay."

Tony knew exactly what Violet was talking about...and she was right. It was definitely not okay. Not the relationship itself, but the fact she and her family were supposed to remain in the shadows just because they were supers. In fact, every known superhero he had familiarized himself with were either missing or killed in action, but the government opted to remain silent about it. What if she (and, to an extent, they) was/were next?

But enough of that. If Tony was to be a caring and loving boyfriend, he would start now. "Violet... It's not your fault. It was the government's decision to ban all superheroes. You had nothing to do it, and not telling me the truth because of it was completely understandable."

"But the people also played a part," Violet argued, "In case you've forgotten, they weren't particularly fond of us wrecking havoc during the Underminer attack."

"Well, nobody was seriously hurt thanks to your family, and they're currently launching a campaign to bring back supers. Besides, the money he stole can be replaced."

"Really?" Violet was sorta smiling now. Tony took it as a sign that he was doing a good job so far and continued on.

"Well, yeah. I mean...the bank is insured, so–"

"No, I mean..." Violet stopped to chuckle under her breath before clarifying, "The campaign for supers to return."

"... Oh! Yeah, I mean...your family really inspired a lot of people to reconsider the Super Relocation Program. And I couldn't be more proud."

Judging by the way Violet smiled, Tony knew that the first step of being a good boyfriend was complete. He always did admire the shimmer and shine she brought with it. When she smiled, it was as if the whole world stopped and stared in awe for a moment's notice.

Pretty much everyone could see it...and couldn't help but comment on it.

"Aw! That's so cute!"

Case in point, Tony and Violet looked up from their little moment to find Kari walking up to and taking a seat across from them, much to the former's embarrassment and the latter's discomfort.

"I guess Lisa owes me $20. So, are you two...umm...?"

"We don't know." To Tony's (and her own) surprise, Violet responded first. "We're honestly still trying to figure it out and where it goes from there."

"From where exactly?" Kari pressed on.

"Me and Vi went to the movies a weekend ago," Tony elaborated, "It was that one movie with–"

"The 1940s soldier and the 1970s spy?" Kari squealed with glee, "Oh, I love that movie! My parents and older brother think I'm crazy, but my little sister agrees that those two are so adorable together! Honestly, if I don't ship them, then who can, right?"

The both of them exchanged confused glances and questioned in unison: "Ship?"

"Oh, yeah! It's basically a new tread going around with girls like...well, me! You're basically rooting for a fictional romance to happen. But I'm not like the more hardcore matchmakers, for I just reside in the shadows and wish not to be noticed."

Exchanging confused glances again, Violet responded first in place of Tony. "That's a thing?"

"Definitely!" Kari nodded just a tad too fast, "They go together like eggs and tater tots. Speaking of which, I definitely wasn't playing with my...scrambled eggs/tater tots omelet-hybrid thing, if you two were wondering."

Violet began to stammer and dispute that fact, "N-No! Of course, you weren't! Wait...how did you know we were talking about you?"

"I honestly didn't," Kari giggled.

"Excuse me! Miss Parr and Mr. Rydinger!"

The trio turned to face the female Principal of the school placing her arms akimbo on her hips. She was shooting a halfhearted glare at specifically Violet and Tony, to whom she commented towards. "I love you both, but please pack on the PDA somewhere else!"

This was enough to send the students into a murmuring/giggling fit. Violet and Tony elicited a pair of heavy blushes and wished they could sink a little faster down their seats and into the marble floor. It took a few seconds for Lisa to realize what had happened before she cried out: "Darn it! Kari, I owe you $20!"

"I already called it, Lisa!"

The straw that broke the camel's back, the entire cafeteria burst into laughter at the newfound couple's expense. Violet pinched her nose bridge while Tony buried his face into his hand, but both couldn't help but find an amused sense of it. It was only then that the latter realized and remarked to the former: "You know what I just realized? I don't think we actually got to study."

Violet stifled laughter of our own as Tony thought: Well, better than nothing. Definitely better.

Tony clocked out and changed into his civilian clothing before waving goodbye to his parents and heading out the door. As he sped to his house on his motorcycle, he dwelled on his relationship with Violet and her response to Kari's inquiry: "We're honestly still trying to figure it out and where it goes from there." So what were they? A pseudo-friends with benefits pair, without the–? Oh, who was he kidding? He was barely boyfriend material, despite his stature in the school hierarchy as one of the most popular students around.

Prior to becoming fully aware of Violet Parr's presence, Tony Rydinger was just a normal high school student just wanting to survive the most stressful four years of his life. He got a job working at his parents' restaurant, serving as one of the primaries when it came to serving tables. Then, he discovered his talent for music, spirits, and film analyzing and his popularity expanded. Finally, he caught the attention of a girl who at best could be described as a shy basket case and at worst should be categorized at your typical angsty teenager. She wasn't always like that, seeing that she wore pink for her behavior. It was more like the classic romantic comedy cliche of a young girl harboring a crush on a young boy, who only seems to notice whenever they got older. The only difference being that he noticed her as well, but decided not to act out of fear of jeopardizing their friendship.

Oh, great. Yet another romantic comedy cliche.

Before he could dwell on any further, Tony spotted a young girl three years his junior with a tattered rag on her body, a backpack sling over her back, a despondent look on her face. Concern immediately took over, and he slowed to a drop before pulling to the curb.

"Hey! You okay?"

The girl turned to him and shot a hardened expression that didn't seem to last long. She sighed and shook her head before continuing on her way. Tony kept up with her at lax speed and a few minutes passed before she responded.

"No. Everything is not okay. My parents moved because my dad got a job. I didn't like the idea of moving to a place I don't know, so I tried to run away back home. But I realized that it wasn't the best idea and tried to get off the bus. And then...that's when things went a little awry."

Tony had a bad feeling about this. "How little?"

. . .

"The bus crashed and I...somehow survived. I wasn't in my seat when it occurred, and I don't know what happened to the others. One minute I'm in a blank space, and the next I end up here."

That bad feeling dissipated and reverted into one of confusion, bewildered at the truly bizarre turn of events for this particular young girl. Scanning her from head to toe, his mind had a mental debate on whether or not to believe her. However, he could relate; his family had previously moved from New Urbem to Metroville a few year before. Despite the crime-infested state of it all, the city was his home and he was devastated to learn that he was moving away. Over time, his new one eventually grew on him and he learned the benefits of an easygoing metropolis. This girl's dilemma was no different from his...well, save for the tattered clothes.

"And what happened to your clothes?"

"I lost them," The girl groaned. "I was practically naked the moment I arrived here."

"Ok," Tony nodded in understanding, "I won't hold it against you, then. Climb on."

"What?" The girl shot him a look of confused uncertainty.

"Listen, you're lost, naked, and afraid. If you don't get help, somebody's gonna have you arrested or worse."

"I already ran away from home. What can possibly be worse than that?"

"Exactly."

Tony and the girl exchanged dueling looks before the latter sighed in resignation and stepped aboard the former's mode of transportation. He revved the engine and sped off toward his house once more. When they arrived, he ushered her inside the house and went upstairs to fetch her some clothes. A few moments later, he came back downstairs with a blue denim jacket, a white long-sleeve collared shirt, blue jeans, and black biker boots.

"These belonged to my older sister," Tony explained as he handed the girl the clothes. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"Thanks, umm..."

"Oh. Tony, Tony Rydinger. You're welcome..."

"It's Riley. Riley Andersen."

"I don't know, Kari."

"You didn't know what I was going to ask you, Violet."

"Are Tony and I a high-school power couple that our classmates like to...ship? I still don't know. I told you, we're in the early stages of our relationship."

"Oh. Well, even so, the suspense is killing me."

Violet had finished her homework and was currently talking with Kari via cell phone. It was one of the first prototypes, and her parents were one of the first recipients. For the most part, it was functioning smoothly; the service was a bit off and it took two minutes too long to dial the desired number, but it was otherwise a success. Sometimes, she wished she were in a world where phones had screens in order to talk to people more easily.

"Kari, why would you care?"

"Well, duh! Because I am your best friend, and it's my job as your best friend to play matchmaker...to an extent. I could've just ignored you for you are blatantly ignoring me, but no. You're my best friend... In fact, you're my only friend."

"That's really comforting. Thank you, Kari."

"Aw, you're welcome, Vi."

"I was being sarcastic."

"Hmm. Maybe, but who am I to judge? Just please consider the possibility of you and Tony becoming a couple will become official. You don't have to promise me anything, just consider it."

"... All right, but no promises."

"Eek! Yes! That's exactly what I needed to hear."

"You mean "wanted to hear"."

"Sure. Whenever you two go on a date, I need all the details."

"You mean "want all the details"."

"Got it. Well, I need to go. My mom needs me to babysit."

"You mean "I want to go. My mom wants me to babysit"."

"Okay, okay! Violet, I get it! I'm really nosy!"

"Yes, you are. See you, Kari."

"See you right back, Vi."

Violet hung up and set aside her cellphone while musing about Kari's heed. Should I?

A/N: Remember in the first chapter that this would be a crossover between two animated movies? Well, Inside Out is one of those two animated movies. Anyway, two months since I last updated, and writer's block continues to plague me. Of course, I managed to overcome to bring you this delayed third chapter. Tony and Violet are both at a crossroads in the first stage of their relationship; Tony finds a lost girl by the name of Riley Andersen and takes her in, while Violet talks with Kari about the complexities of her relationship with him.

It's a slow start for Tony to start his acts of vigilantism, but he'll eventually get the chance to be a hero and join Violet. Because it's a universe of superheroes and he doesn't have any powers, Tony's vigilante acts don't go over well with the police force, so I'll try to portray the "heroic" acts as realistically as Death Wish (1974), Taxi Driver (1976), Darkman (1990), Unbreakable (2000), Kick-Ass (2010), and Daredevil (2015) did. While his methods of justice are brutally compared to Violet's, Tony is ultimately not a killer; he only kills when it is necessary and/or in self-defense. He uses firearms, but in a non-lethal fashion. And lastly...his costume sucks at first, but a little visit to a certain costume designer changes all that. Until then...