You don’t have superpowers. Never have, never will. So, when you managed to get accepted into the Teen Team, you were ecstatic.

Sure, you weren’t the best against big bads, but you were far from useless! You just happened to get hurt more often than the others. Close-range fighting and supervillains didn’t mix when you were a little less durable than everyone around you.

Though, as the injuries stack up, you notice that you get brought on less and less missions. It comes to a head when Rex laughs at you after you ask to borrow some of his explosives.

Humiliated, you storm off to the roof so you can be alone.

It doesn’t take long for the sound of footsteps to interrupt your brooding, the hot pink of Eve’s costume coming into your line of vision as she takes a seat next to you.