Incredible.
Although I am a girl, it doesn't matter which superhero I'd like to be.
Mr. Incredible is beyond incredible.
He is strong, intelligent, and loved.
He has speed, durability, and power.
He has a loving wife & three kids to go along.
He lives two lives and the best of friends by his side.
It doesn't matter where and when, as long as I'm with those who love and accept me.
Pediatrician
I work in hospitals,
with small children.
With each patient, there
are giggles filling the room.
As a teenager, I've always admired those
who help children, not in the way of wearing a cape.
But a stethoscope around the neck with cute little decorations.
A child with one last wish asks me to make her smile.
"You're a strong little man, Daniel." I smile, so does he.
A genuine smile.
"You're my hero."
Captain Foam!
Villains beware, for I Captain Foam now patrol our city streets and vow to keep them free of your vile presence.
I was just an ordinary clerk doing my duty inspecting a Chemical Plant when a power outage caused a mighty explosion which dowsed me in an almost deadly soup of industrial chemicals. Rushed to hospital, our valiant physicians fought to keep me alive and thanks to their efforts I regained my life.
Two weeks after I was able to return to full employment as Clerk to the Health and Safety Executive where I discovered I had been gifted with a miraculous and fearsome power. Whenever I witness wrongdoing I Foam from all orifices!! Fools, you are powerless against me.
I am Sir Rabbit Eisenhower,
I am here to defeat the evil powers of Optimus Prime, even though I know he's not evil. So, this makes me evil.
Look, I just want to take out that giant robot. He's so big and awesome but nobody can take him out. I mean, I did see the huge thing almost die but he didn't, so I was like "What the heck?!"
Honestly, if the giant thing did die I think I would've shit myself. Why? Well, he's a giant piece of Iron and steel that later beams other large particles, particles that are larger than life.
I know, I know... I'm a puny little bunny rabbit that can't do anything but talk. I mean, I am a super hero still though! I know, most super heroes don't talk... Bruce Wayne never really had much to say, Peter Parker only had something to say when he was professing his love to Mary Jane (which I think she was symbolic for weed because they couldn't tell little kids that Parker wanted to smoke weed due to all the bs he was dealing with), none of them ever really had much to say... But me. Oh no, see I'm a different type of hero.
I'm the type to run my trap but don't do anything.