It's a hot afternoon, the middle of summer, and most of the other heroes are napping or training. You're training in the gym, wearing a black tank top and shorts, listening to I Saw The Sign by Ace of Base in your headphones, in your own little world. You hit the red, leather punching bag, making it swing back and forth as you dodge an imaginary hit. You glance over, and see your sister waving, saying something, trying to get your attention.