On the less super side of things... [Action]

[bemoreflexible]

Helen gave up the super hero life decades ago, back when it was the Alpha Pals who protected the country, and long before the Omegafriends had even been thought of. After all the heroes that were lost after Gamma Jack's "crusade", it became too clear to Helen that the work was just too risky. Today, she was just a normal woman, doing normal errands while her normal husband watched the kids at home. Right?

[A. At Costmart]
Helen just needed to buy a few dozen things for the week. In and out, with as few distractions as possible. It's a shame someone ((probably your character)) had to go and choke on a free sample. And no one around knows the Heimlich maneuver but Helen? Guess everyone is too busy learning to fight death rays and space invaders to bother taking a basic CPR course.

[B. In the Do or Dye Hair Salon waiting area ]
It's been a busy day, apparently, according to the TV in the waiting room. Super villains planting doomsday devices and inciting chaos. Police chiefs complaining about super heroes making it harder for honest cops to do their jobs. Helen would be content to keep her mouth shut about it, but the person next to her is apparently intent on talking about the subject at length.

[C. Anywhere in Venture City]
Seems Helen is all over town today. Perhaps she'll run into something or someone interesting.

Comments

A!

[omnitrixter]

Clearly, the free samples in Costmart were some sort of plot. The workers obviously some sort of super secret assassins.

At least, that was the only explanation for why the Costmart worker decided to sneak up on Ben while he was popping the sample in his mouth and startling him into choking on it. Ben gasped and wheezed for breath, silently promising any gods listening that he would never touch another Costmart sample again as long as they let him live.

If he was going to die young, he wanted to die being a superhero. Not choking on a free sample.

Re: A!

[bemoreflexible]

[As some employee dumbly asks Ben if he's okay, Helen sees what's happening from down the aisle and starts to rush over, shouting on the way.]

The kid's choking! Someone help him!

Re: A!

[omnitrixter]

[Ben clutches at his chest. His body is in panic mode because he can't breathe and he'll die for going too long without air.]

Re: A!

[bemoreflexible]

Okay, okay! Don't panic!

[She quickly feels for his belly button, and makes a fist right above it, then grabs her wrist with her other arm. She sets he feet in a steady stance, and then does a thrust-squeeze as hard as she can.]

Re: A!

[omnitrixter]

[Ben's eyes widen as what precious air he'd managed to collect is forced out of his lungs but nothing else, not even a cough. He's honestly trying to calm down, but his body won't listen.]

Re: A!

[bemoreflexible]

[She gives him another powerful thrust to his abdomen.]

Come on, kid, breath!

[omnitrixter]

[This time the offending piece of cracker and canned cheese comes free with a harsh cough. Ben takes deep, panicked gulps of air, coughing and shaking in her grip as he does so.]

[bemoreflexible]

[Helen supportively rubs his back.]

It's okay, it's okay, you're going to be alright now.

[omnitrixter]

Yeah... [Ben coughs again, eyes watering a bit. Wow, that had hurt. However, he forces a smile on his face despite it.] Thanks.

[bemoreflexible]

How do you feel? Do you need to sit down?

[omnitrixter]

I think I'll... [Cough cough.] ...live. Not happily though.

[He swallows a few times, trying to rid himself of the raw feeling in his throat. It's probably just in his head that he feels it though.]

Thanks. I owe you.

[bemoreflexible]

[She leads him to a bench by the ending machines.]

Is that so? Well, can you do me one favor, uh.. -sorry, what's your name?

[omnitrixter]

Ben. Ben Tennyson.

[bemoreflexible]

Great, Ben, can you do me a favor?

[omnitrixter]

[Ben mutely nods his head before giving her a quizzical look to silently ask what she wants. It hurts to talk.]

[bemoreflexible]

Next time? Chew. Your. Food.

[omnitrixter]

[Ben gives an irritated whine at that, glaring sideways on the embarrassed store worker who'd triggered the whole mess.]

Yes, ma'am.