Winston could sell anything. It was what had earned him his millions. It was what had kept his company going. It was his superpower.

But for all his genius, he couldn't keep his own life running. Evelyn worked behind the scenes for the company, and you kept his personal life in order. Doctors appointments, groceries, the works. You had a certain knack for keeping everything working smoothly. It was your superpower.

When your anniversary party came around, neither of you had cared much about it. It was moreso an excuse for networking than a declaration of your love. What you really cared about was the little gift box Winston had slipped you under the table, and the dopey grin he had flashed you.

Inside the box was a mug with bold black lettering.

"World's Greatest Superhero".

It had probably cost him $10 at most, but it still meant more than gold or diamonds. Despite all the work he did for Supers and all the amazing people he met, you were still by far his favourite.

(And knowing him, there was still a good chance of diamonds later.)