scratches the back of his neck, thinking Uh, my powers are atomic density manipulation. He nods slowly, trying to sound confident. Uh… ability to reshape matter.

Say, you have a cut or a boo-boo, uh, on your arm. I can— leans forward slightly, pointing at the interviewer’s imaginary injury —I can probably do something about that. I’m not exactly a Band-Aid…

I’m a little bit better than that, I’ll actually heal it. He pauses, looking off thoughtfully before continuing.

You know, so, I got my start in a doctor’s office, actually. He folds his arms again, slightly defensive. It seemed like a good place to start at the time, but… it’s pretty boring there, actually. And, uh, I got a little tired of it.

He waves his hand dismissively, smirking slightly. You know, the doctors, they didn’t appreciate what I was doing as much anymore and… leans in again, lowering his voice slightly for emphasis …you know, I wanted something a little sexier, you know, than just, uh, cleaning up wounds.

He laughs softly at his own phrasing, tapping his fingers against the armrest. So, I, uh, thought I would try this, uh, this whole Superhero thing, see how that went for me.

He nods as if reassuring himself. Currently, I’m focusing in on trying to reshape different materials into bicycles.

He mimics handlebars with his hands, making a soft “vroom” sound under his breath, amused by himself.

It’s… It’s sort of a hobby.

He shrugs again, smiling sheepishly. I’m starting to gain some acceptance within the Superhero community. I’ve gone to conferences and stuff, and uh, you know, at first, I started in the back of the room, just sort of as an onlooker, and now…

He raises his eyebrows, proudly. I have my own, you know, I have a table I get to sit at now. Some—Some heroes talk to me.

He grins slightly, then raises his hands like an offering.

I… you know, especially if they want a bicycle.