What was a hero?

Someone with superpowers? Or was it someone that devoted themselves to helping others?

Aaron didn't know; but he did know that one day he, and a few others had woken up with powers and his girlfriend, a hero enthusiast with a little too much money and free time on her hands was more than willing to make them into heroes.

Story in shared universe: 

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Watchtower

“Remember Eva. You can’t use your- Talents at all, okay? If anything happens, anything at all, and you think you have to use your ‘talents’, then call out for me. Keep your phone with you and I’ll text you if I agree.” 


I knew how stupid I looked, talking to my little sister who hadn’t said a word back the entire time. I could see that much by the strange looks I got from my new schoolmates and the cautious feelings I could ‘read’ off them. 


It was normal to be nervous about attending a new school. It was also normal to be nervous about being separated from my little sister, who had found a new appreciation for her powers. Maybe it was because Joyce had given her the verbal equivalent of a slap on the wrist for using them last time? Or because she didn’t have to live in fear anymore? 


On Edge