A meaty hand gripped her shoulder. “Welcome,” said its owner.
She grimaced. “Thanks.”
“What’s your gig?”
She didn’t reply.
“Look, we’re all here for the same reason. You feel like you’re supposed to save the world. Buns over there-” He nodded at a man. “Heat vision. Check. Crime fighting skills? Zero. He’s a baker.
“Gills? Hates the ocean. Public pool lifeguard.
“Ropes? Bit by a radioactive spider. Got just the web slinging bit. Rock climbing instructor.
“No ninjas here. No billionaires. Just...
Published on November 13, 2017 07:58