Hearing the murmuring coming from her son's room, Kait smiled. Every day, little Tony would tell his friend "Superman" all about his day: what had happened at school, what plans they had together as a family, and even inviting Superman to dinner. Of course, it was all imaginary, but given that the hero actually did exist, she saw no harm in letting her son have his way. It was nice for him to have a male role model, even if that man had no idea either of them existed. As she made her way around their small kitchen working on dinner, she could just make out Tony offering his usual invitation to dinner. It was spaghetti night, one of his favorites, and she gave a small smile as she set out three places at the table. Even if the man himself never showed, Tony was always more than happy to pretend he had. A knock at the door pulled her from her usual routine, and she frowned at the intrusion. Wiping her hands on a dish towel, Kait strolled to the door, dreading that it may be her overly pushy neighbor trying to convince her to go on another date.

"Brad, I already told you..." The words died on her tongue as she gaped at the impossibility in front of her. A rather sheepish looking Superman stood at the door, hands clasped behind his back. It took her a moment to find her voice. "Um, Superman? Is this...like a candy gram?" That drew a chuckle from the man, easing a bit of her nervousness but none of her confusion. He slowly offered a hand, and she took it slowly.

"Afraid not. I heard from Tony that it's spaghetti night again, and I was hoping to join you both, if it's no trouble." She blinked, taking it all in. Actual Superman was standing at her door, asking if he could join them for supper. She nodded, her mind finally catching up.

"Oh! Of course, sure, Mr...Superman." She stood off to one side and waved him in, noting how much taller than herself he was. She gently closed the door behind him, leading him to their little eat in kitchen. "Make yourself at home. Dinner is almost ready." He nodded, settling into the seat Tony usually saved for him, and she briefly wondered just how much he knew. She turned back to the stove, trying not to feel too self-conscious about the hero in her kitchen.

"Momma, is it dinner time yet?" Tony came running into the room, and she turned just in time to see his eyes widen at their guest. Superman gave a warm smile, turning in his seat to face her son fully.

"You must be Tony." Again, he offered a hand, and Tony was quick to grab it. Instantly, her son's excited chatter filled the air, bringing a smile to her face as she finished dinner. Soon enough, the spaghetti was served, but it didn't interrupt the flow of conversation between her son and his hero. Kait was content to simply watch the interaction, making a mental note to somehow repay the man for making her son's night like this. Dinner seemed to pass quickly, and soon enough it was time for Tony to head to bed. Though he complained, all it took was Superman offering to tuck him in to get him to acquiesce, and Kait realized she may well invite the hero over more often. Her soon safely tucked in bed, Kait began to clean up, surprised when Superman appeared next to her.

"May I help?" He sounded so unsure, and it was somewhat endearing she nodded, and together they washed and dried the dishes in comfortable silence. With the added help, the task didn't take quite as long as usual, and soon she was showing him to the door.

"Thank you so much for coming tonight. You have no idea how happy you made him tonight." Kait smiled up at Superman, and he gave a warm one of his own in return. She could see why he was so popular; as if being a hero wasn't enough, he was also quite handsome.

"It was my pleasure, Miss...?" Feeling like a fool, she realized she hadn't told him her name.

"Kait, is fine. And please, feel free to stop back anytime." He nodded, dropping his gaze as he seemed to consider her words. And then, as suddenly as he'd arrived, he was gone, and she was left to wonder just how her son had gotten so lucky.