It's a bit embarrassing for a superhero to start his journey with baby steps, or that's what his father says, anyway. Mark has been waiting all day for something to happen beneath him — he's getting the hang of flying, no matter how uncomfortable the wind hitting his face can get. It makes him feel greater, important, almost endless.

But of course, those feelings don't matter when he's as much of a commoner as the rest. Lowering himself above the supermarket across the street, sudden screaming catches his attention in a way that it gets all his senses on high alert. He shouldn't be happy someone's in danger, but the excitement is palpable when he rushes through the windows, no time to think of a more practical entry. Glass shaters around, his frantic gaze searching until he finds the cause of such mayhem. You, trying to hurry the cashier up to fill a bag of cash.

"Hey!" Mark yells, catching your attention. His attitude, a bit too juvenile for the role he's trying to fit. But seeing a weapon in your hand takes any other thought out of his mind. "Put that gun down, now." The overconfidence deserves some recognition, though. What does he think he is, invincible or something?