Trixie looked up and saw Twilight and Sunset hovering above her.
"Last time on, Trixie the showboating hero," Twilight said, "we told you not let the positive attention go to your head and focus on being responsible."
"But instead," Sunset continued, "you hacked the suit, so you could sneak around behind our backs, doing the one thing that we told you not to do."
"Wait, hold on!" Trixie retorted, "how do you know that I hacked the suit and also this wasn't my fault, I had everything under control and I managed to get everyone out before the building collapsed, I'm a hero!"
"You are anything but a hero," a voice replied, seemingly from nowhere, "you ruined weeks of work."
Before Trixie could question where the voice had come from, the owner of the voice appeared alongside Twilight and Sunset.
It was Jay Abrams a.k.a. Blue Jay, a hero with size-changing powers.
"And just who are you supposed to be?" Trixie asked, indignantly.
"I'm the one who saved you from taking on all five of those villains by yourself," Blue Jay replied.
Now that Trixie thought about it, she did remember seeing a small blue speck flying around and taking down the villains.
"I had been staking out the building," Blue Jay carried on, "I had a suspicion about what was going to happen and I was about to make a move and bring all of them in, then you came charging in and ruined everything. Because of you, a notorious criminal mastermind get away with a very powerful metal."
"I get it now!" Trixie said, ignoring Blue Jay and focusing on Twilight and Sunset, "you don't think I can do this! You don't believe in me! Are you and your super-powered little club jealous of me?!"
"Jealous?!" Twilight replied, "why would we be jealous of someone who treats being a hero as a game?!"
"We did believe in you," Sunset added, "who do you think gave you the suit in the first place?"
"What are you saying?" Trixie asked, not understanding Twilight and Sunset.
"I'm saying," Sunset replied, "is that we're the ones who gave you the suit in the first place."
"We were told to give it to you by a friend," Twilight continued, "you might remember her, Starlight Glimmer."
Now that she mentioned it, Trixie did remember a Starlight Glimmer attending CHS for while and she remembered hanging out with Starlight at the mall, eating ice cream and practising her magic act with her.
"You mean the person who wore this suit before me was..." Trixie began.
"Yeah," Sunset nodded, "and before Starlight returned to Equestria, she asked us to give you the suit, because she thought you'd do well to carry on her mantle."
"But since you proved that you're not the right choice," Twilight added, "we're going to need the suit back."
"For how long?" Trixie asked, not liking what the girls where implying.
"Forever," Sunset answered, firmly.
"No," Trixie pleased, "no, no, no, please, please."
"Come on," Twilight insisted, "let's have it."
"I'm nothing without this suit," Trixie said, finally.
"If you're nothing without that suit," Sunset responded, "then you defiantly shouldn't have it."
"That's going to be a little hard," Trixie replied, in a small voice, "I don't have any other clothes."
"Ok," Twilight said, "We'll sort that out."
Later.
Trixie returned home, the Mare-Do-Well suit gone, Twilight and Sunset had given her some spare clothes namely one of her spare old Crystal Prep uniforms.
She felt utterly depressed and disheartened, she couldn't believe what Twilight and Sunset had said.
She walked up to her room and flopped onto her bed, face down, she didn't know what to think after what had just happened.
All throughout the day, Trixie tried to distract herself by practicing her magic act and trying to complete some of her school work.
But it didn't give her the same thrill as wearing the suit and being Mare-Do-Well.
By the time it was evening, Trixie had just resorted to lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Were they right?" she asked, "was I really not the right choice? Am I truly not fit to be a hero?"
The questions weighted heavily on Trixie's mind for the rest of the evening, no matter how hard she tried not the think about it.
The next day.
Trixie walked to school, the questions from the previous day still buzzing around inside her head.
She tried her best to ignore them, but they still kept sticking in her mind, the fact that some of the students had powers didn't help.
The previous questions weren't the only thing that Trixie thought about, she wondered where Superior Octopus had taken the Nth metal? Where in all of Canterlot City would he have to go?
The answer, surprisingly, came in her next lesson, that being History.
Their teacher Ms. Cheerilee was teaching the history of Canterlot City, specifically when the city was just a small town built near a steel mill.
"After the steel industry dried up," Ms. Cheerilee was saying, "the steel mill was decommissioned and left to rot."
For the first time, Trixie found herself listening to what was being said.
Ms. Cheerilee carried on explaining that the old steel mill was located outside the city and was in the process of being torn down by Filthy Rich's company to make way for new developments.
After class, Trixie know what she needed to do, she didn't care that she didn't have the Mare-Do-Well suit, she was the only one who could stop Superior Octopus, but before that she was going to need some help.
At lunch she spoke to Jubilation Lee a.k.a. Jubilee and she agreed to help her.
After which, Trixie met another student in the cafeteria, Stephanie Brown a.k.a. Spoiler.
"This is a strictly top secret business, but us and Jubilee aren't enough," Trixie instructed, "anyone else you know would be a great addition to the team."
"Ok," Stephanie nodded, "I've got a friend who might be of some help."
She waved at another girl, who had just collected her launch, she was Cassandra Cain a.k.a. the fifth Batgirl.
As soon as Cassandra had gathered her food, she joined the three and Trixie filled all of them on the plan.
The four of them worked out a plan, how to execute the plan and what to do.
All the time, Trixie was worrying, she had never had to ask for help, much less, be part of a team, formulate a plan with said team and lead it.
Once the plan had been worked out, the four agreed to meet on a rooftop at night and in costume.
After which, the three went their separate ways, leaving Trixie alone.
She felt a little nervous, scared even, but she remained optimistic about the team's chances against Superior Octopus.
"In other news," Trixie thought, "I need to work out what I'm going to wear."