You were a new hero, or wanted to be. You had made your entrance by joining a battle; it was some large green beast, which you easily defeated with your powers.

People could only get small glances of your power when you were fighting—but they knew you were strong, they feared the man they saw on the tv, or admired him.

Cecil had saw the fight, and he’d knew you’d be a great addition to the guardians of the globe.

That led up to now, sitting in his office; in your super suit—your identity hidden. For now.

He was turned around, back towards you, hands on his hips as he looked out the window. He sighed.

“You’re the super man we saw fighting that thing?”