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Bob opened the waffle maker and pulled out the waffle he had made and placed it on a plate in front of Vince's place.

Said boy, trudged down the stairs and sat down at the counter.

"Tony's a jerk and superheroes suck." He deadpanned.

"Good morning." Bob responded.

"He takes one look at me in that suit and and decides that I'm not good enough for (Y/n), and that he doesn't even know me."

"Well, he's protecting her. I mean, it's not easy for a Super and a civilian to be in a relationship. If he really did see you it's best that he forget." Bob told him.

"Maybe it's better for you too." He ducked into the fridge. "I can't tell you how many memories Dicker's had to erase over the years when someone figured out your mother's or my identity."

Bob closed the fridge and saw a very angry Vince standing behind it.

"It was Dicker! You told him about Tony!"

"V-Vince..."

"You had me erased from Tony's mind! And now he doesn't remember that I like (Y/n), and he's probably trying to pursue her right now!" Vince pushed past Bob and stormed up the stairs.

He then stormed back downstairs holding his supersuit. "I hate superheroes and I renounce them!" He dumped his suit in the sink and turned on the garbage disposal.

Bob and Dash stared as the suits arms flailed around. Vince pulled it out, but there wasn't a scratch on it.

"I renounce them!" He bit the suit with his teeth and tried to rip it before letting out a yell and throwing it against the wall, and stomping back up to his room.

"Is he having adolescence?" Dash asked.

...

Helen sat in a car reading the paper when she heard chanting outside of the window. "What's going on Tommy? A protest?" She asked the driver.

"They're here in support." He answered.

"Support? Support of what?"

"Well, in support of you."

Helen rolled down her window and waved at the crowd. She noticed a little girl standing in front holding a sign.

"Hello. What's your sign say?"

The girl turned her sign and it said 'Screenslaver is STILL out there.'

Helen frowned as the car drove away.

...

Helen entered Winston's office and saw him on the phone.

"Hello? Ellenwood. Oh, now you wanna return my calls about superheroes, huh? Oh. I'll have to call you back. Oh, that felt good."

Winston looked up and noticed Elastigirl standing there.

"Hey! It's working! Hey, the Ambassador made the big speech about superheroes today. Turns out saving someone's life makes a good impression on them. Who knew, huh? I'm getting calls from all over the world. Media awareness is up 72%. The push for superhero legalization is becoming a worldwide movement! I have big plans for our next move."

Winston led Helen to the window where she could see a giant boat.

"We'll have a summit at sea. We'll use our ship well gather leaders and Supers from all over the world."

"That's great." Helen said sharply. "I'm happy. I'm happy the numbers are up. I'm happy the Ambassador is pro-Superhero and I'm happy you're happy."

"I'm hearing that your happy, but why am I not feeling it?" Winston asked.

"Because I didn't get him!" Helen told him. "Screenslaver is still out there. All I did was play his game and win this round. He's gonna want more and as long as he gets to play, he wins."

"One thing I've learned in business? Smell the flowers. They don't bloom that often. What do you want on your tombstone? 'She worked a lot?' "

"Alright, stop talking. Show her." Evelyn interrupted.

Winston gestured to a door in the office, and Helen walked in a room that had six people dressed in costumes in it.

They stopped chatting when they noticed Helen had entered the room.

The one girl in the room started freaking out a bit. She had blue hair and wore a blue and green outfit with a V on the front.

"Wow! Elastigirl, there you are!"

"Hello." Helen greeted.

The girl started stammering and turned away for a moment.

"Come on, get yourself together Karen." Then she turned back and smiled. "Hi, my superhero name is Voyd. I just wanna thank you for, like, being you!"

She took a deep breath. "Okay, what I can do, um, is this." Voyd picked up a mug and created multiple portals so the mug jumped from portal to portal until Evelyn caught it.

"That is impressive. Very inter-dimensional." Helen complimented.

"I felt like an outcast before. But now, with you being you, I feel like..." Suddenly Voyd rushed forward and hugged Helen. "Yay me."

"I flew them in from all over the world." Winston said. They've all been in hiding. They have powers, secret identities and names they've given themselves."

"I'm Screech. It's a pleasure." A short man who looked like an owl introduced. "I've always considered you the gold standard for superheroes."

"Well, thanks, you're too nice."

...

"I am called Brick." A very, very big, muscular man said.

"Nice to meet you, Brick. Uh, where are you from?" Helen asked.

"Wisconsin." He replied.

...

Elastigirl was sitting on a couch talking to a thin man with sharp cheekbones and a blue supersuit with a lightening bolt on it.

"Oh. Elastigirl. I assume your powers are..."

"You know, zapping things electrically, charging things, bolts of lightening, that kind of stuff." He said casually.

...

"Names Reflux." A short old man wearing a bright orange suit introduced. "Medical condition or superpower, you decide. That's a little line I say to put people at ease."

...

A muscular man in a light blue suit chugged down a drink and used his mind to crush it.

"Yes, that is impressive. Keep practicing." Winston told him.

Evelyn and Helen sat in chairs talking to each other.

"Must be nice for you, being out front after all this time."

"Our front?" Helen repeated.

"Well, it's been a while since your superhero days, and even then you were kind of in Mr. Incredible's shadow." Evelyn said.

"Nah, I beg to differ."

"I'm not...I'm not saying you weren't big. No you were, and are a superstar...but you have the stage to yourself now. And people have to pay attention."

"You mean, 'It's a man's world' and all that? Well, what world do you live in. Your brother runs DevTech." She retorted.

"I don't want his job. I invent, he sells. I ask you, which of us has the greater influence?"

"Which side of me are you asking? The believer or the cynic?"

"The cynic." She responded.

"Would say selling is more important because the best sellers have the most buyers. Doesn't matter what your selling. It only matters what people buy." Helen explained.

"This is true. If I discovered the origin of the universe my brother would find a way to market it as a, uh, foot massager." Evelyn joked.

They both laughed.

"So what would the believer say?"

"The believer would tell you to make your mark. Don't wait for permission, assert yourself and impose your will on the status quo."

"Sounds like my brother." Evelyn commented.

"What?"

"You sound like my brother."

"Well, he's not wrong. There's an art to getting a reaction."

Helen suddenly gasped.

"Ooh! I know how to get him!" She announced.

"My brother?"

"No, Screenslaver! Your tech-savvy. I need to lock onto a signal and trace its origin. How fast can you slap something together and meet me at the airport?" She asked.

"Airport?"

"Need to get out of town. Pronto."

"I can get your contraption together by 5:00am." Evelyn said, standing up.

"I need to get on TV...Chad!"

"I'll get my brother to set up an exclusive with him tonight on the newscast."

"Finish our interview by phone." Helen continued.

"Promote the hell out of it!"

"Independence from Screenslavery!"

"Chad tonight."

"Boom!" They both laughed.

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