The Incredibles Fem! Reader Insert

Chapter 9: Mirage

Feeling dejected, Bob pulled into the driveway of his house, the window of his car was fixed again at least but now he didn't have a job. He sighed as he got out of the car again and shut the door without shattering the window or denting the roof. But he did hear something roll over something and as he turned around he spotted the same kid on his big wheel who'd seen him lift the car yesterday.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Bob asked the little boy.

"I don't know...something amazing, I guess..." he said as the adult sighed.

"Me too kid,"

Bob went inside his house and then into his office near the back of the house. Once he was in there he walked over to his desk and dumped his briefcase onto it. He opened the case and pulled out his Insuricare manual which he ripped in half and threw away. He began going through the rest of his briefcase, throwing away envelope after envelope. Before just emptying it into his trash can. Only, his eyes widened when he heard an audible thump. He looked over the edge of his desk and saw something new, a brown envelope. Confusion branded across his face he reached down and pulled the envelope out of the trash can. Bob turned it to the side and out came some sort of tablet? He narrowed his eyes at the tablet seeing a message flashing across the screen:

"HOLD STILL"

"Hold still?" he questioned as the device scanned his face.

"MATCH. MR. INCREDIBLE," it said robotically. Then it flashed quickly, making Bob drop it to the floor. Seemingly unharmed, it scanned its room and the surroundings.

"ROOM IS SECURE. COMMENCE MESSAGE." With caution, Bob approached the tablet as a woman's voice could be heard.

"Hello Mr. Incredible. Yes, we know who you are. Rest assured, your secret is safe with us," The woman in the video said as Bob picked up the tablet.

"My name is Mirage. We have something in common," she continued as he tilted the tablet, revealing it was a three dimensional video. "Please pay attention, as this message is classified and will not be repeated." she said. Realising what she'd said, Bob suddenly ran for a pen, trying out a pen that didn't work. He annoyedly threw it away and found a pencil that worked which he began to use. "I represent a top secret division of the government, designing and testing experimental technology, and we have a need for your unique abilities. Something has happened at our testing facility," Suddenly, he was interrupted.

"Honey?" Helen yelled from the other side of the door.

"H-huh? What?" he asked, still distracted by Mirage's video.

"Dinner's ready!"

"Okay, okay!" he said, trying to continue to listen to the video.

"...has escaped control. Although it is contained within an isolated area, it threatens to cause incalculable damage to itself and to our facilities, jeopardizing hundreds of millions of dollars worth of equipment." The video continued before getting cut off by Helen again.

"Is someone in there?"

"It's the TV, trying to watch!" He yelled.

"Well, stop trying. It's time for dinner!"

"One minute!" he yelled as Mirage appeared back on the tablet.

"If you accept, your payment will be triple your current annual salary. Call the number on the card. Voice-matching will be used to ensure security." she smiled as she began to finish. "The supers aren't gone, Mr. Incredible. You're still here.....You can still do great things! Or...you can listen to police scanners. Your choice. You have 24 hours to respond. Think about it." With that, the device shut off.

Bob had to sit down for a second, looking over the notes he'd taken, before he looked up at the many amounts of posters, pictures and letters. The newspaper clippings, drawings by young children and magazine covers. It all reminded him of his past. He knew that this one chance could bring his glory days back. He turned to the side and saw his old suit and he smiled. The device in front of him beeped and his head snapped towards it and it spat out a card. On it stood:

"MIRAGE"

"866 • 787 • 7476"

"This message will self-destruct," the device said as it rapidly began beeping.

"Uh oh," Bob said as his eyes widened. There was a small boom in his office and he burst out of it black smoke coming out of the room. It hit the fire alarm and set off the sprinklers, covering his family in water in the other room. Y/N could be heard groaning annoyedly. Violet was shouting. Dash meanwhile, expressed joy at the sudden shower.

The next thing Bob knew he and Helen were drying out their furniture and other objects, Helen was taking the chair off the table and putting them back on the floor while Bob was drying several books with a hair dryer. Seeing his slightly distressed expression, Helen approached him from behind and stood next to him,

"You...are one distracted guy," she smiled softly.

"Hmm? Am I? I don't mean to be," he said, turning off the hair dryer.

"I know you miss being a hero and your job is frustrating. I just want you to know how much it means to me that you stay at it anyway," she said, kissing his cheek.

"Uhm...Honey? About the job?" Bob said.

"What?"

"Something's happened..."

"...What?" she asked, sounding more annoyed.

"The...uh..."

"What?"

"The company is sending me to, uh, a conference,"

"A conference?"

"Out of town. And I'm just gonna be gone for a few days," he stammered.

"They've never sent you to a conference before.....This is good, isn't it?"

"...yes." Bob hesitated.

"You see? They're finally recognizing your talents....you're moving up!" She smiled

"Yes," he said, moreso to reaffirm his own lie.

"Honey! Awww...This is wonderful!" She smiled.

"Yes it is," he said.

Once they'd finished drying everything and mopping up all the excess water. Bob went to his office to make a phone call. He tilted the card the device had printed looking at the number as he waited for the phone to pick up. Which it did after a few seconds.

"...hello?" the voice of the lady in the video said.

"This is Mr. Incredible..." he paused to turn around to look at his suit, before smirking. "I'm in."