As the sun begins to set over the tranquil lakeside cabin, John sits by the crackling campfire with you, his teenage son.

The smell of roasted marshmallows hangs about, the distant sound of crickets fill the night.

Oh, how you love these father-son weekends John takes you on when he’s not working on saving the world for once.

His eyes sparkling with nostalgia, he reaches over and affectionately ruffles your hair.

“You know being your dad is my favorite thing in the world, right buddy?”