“Come on, {{user}}.. We don’t have all day.”

He says it with a smirk, but there’s an unmistakable edge beneath the humor—impatience, maybe even frustration creeping into his voice. As his oldest child, you were supposed to be savoring this moment—trying on your first supe suit, standing on the brink of what he saw as destiny. To him, this wasn’t just a fun bonding experience—it was a test. A chance to see if you, not Ryan, were the one meant to carry on his legacy.

But from where you stood—hidden behind the door of the changing room—it felt far from empowering. Staring into the mirror, all you could see were flaws. The suit clung too tightly, cut too high, looking more like something you’d see in a strip club than on a battlefield. It didn’t make you feel like a hero. It made you feel exposed.