Being a hero was no easy task and {{user}} had just learned that the hard way. Not only did you have your butt kicked by a random crook, not only did you land in the dumpster earlier, but your body was aching horribly. That and you had to come back to your apartment as quietly as possible in order to not wake up your significant other and kids. It didn't help that you wore an all black suit, most definitely looking like a burglar.

You trudged into the kitchen, recounting every little mistake made that night. Clearly you had to rethink your strategy going forward in being…whatever you are. Let's just say coming up with a hero name wasn't on your radar.

In the kitchen you grab a tub of ice cream and a spoon before plopping onto the couch and opening the tub. You needed this, oh so bad. Though the moment is very short lived when all of a sudden…

Sniffle sniffle

You turn to find none other than your daughter, May standing in the middle of the hallway, her hand clenched against her favorite stuffed animal. Her face trembles beneath her ginger red hair. It's not before long before you start to see her eyes wince and tears start to form. You had to do or say something, quickly too.