And The Silver Spoon

You were out running errands the next week when catastrophe struck.

That new hero your son had mentioned, Apex, was using 5th Avenue as his personal battlefield. You watched with your arms full of groceries as he clumsily, sloppily fought off a powerful competitor. A supervillain who could teleport from point A to point B in the blink of an eye and used his power to rob banks and terrorize innocent New Yorkers.

You were right about superheroes. They're dangerous. They shouldn't be praised if you can help it. You feel Mary nod at you in approval from...somewhere.

You seek shelter in a bodega, watching from the glass door as Apex's opponent lands several hits, fatal if you weren't gifted with enhanced abilities.

You start to worry about this Apex guy. He looks like he could use a second set of hands.

• Drop your groceries off at home. You're two blocks away. Suit up and give Apex some much-needed backup.
• Drop your groceries off at home. Stay there. Not your circus, not your monkeys.