I watch them. My mask was ripped the eyes piece broken revealing my ocean blue eye. My suit was torn around my shoulder showing bleeding wounds and deep dark bruises. I never thought it would come to this. Yes, I was a villain. But I was no monster, I had never killed anyone. I always went out of my way to keep people safe when I was doing something. Yet here I was, they stood across the park, we were probably 40 yards apart. They had raised me for years. I had almost seen them as parents. Same with the rest of the team. But I saw what Civil War had done. Without a villain to fight… they’re called the villain. They’re put under rules and imaginary prison bars. And I couldn’t stand for that. Of course they don’t know who was behind the mask. To them I had one day ran away. Maybe even got kidnapped. But they didn’t known it was me under my broken mask. The one causing the havoc. The one that was “evil”.