And you decided whether you saw beauty or destruction

Don't know, won't know

(Superhero and vigilante) 

Evan Hansen wasn't expecting superpowers when he fell unconscious while working on the state park; then again, that could be said for most superheroes. The thing is: most superheroes don't go telling people who are barely connected to them about their powers, if they did tell people, it was usually someone they could trust; Evan wouldn't say he trusted Jared, but he was all he had.

"So, you're telling me, you have superpowers"
"I know it's hard to believe-"

"Prove it"

"Oh, uhm..."

Evan rolled up his sleeve, willing the vines to appear, that was his power, he could summon vines at will; these ones were smooth, unlike the first time, where they were covered in spines, so they were also somewhat connected to his emotional state.

"Does this mean you're going to start wearing your underwear on top of your pants?"

Considering everything that Jared could've said, and of all the jokes he could've made, this was probably the nicest one.

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Being a superhero meant having to fight supervillains, because apparently Evan wasn't the only person to randomly gain powers, he guessed it balanced out.

Villains meant that, more often than not, Evan was tasked with stopping a maniac from destroying the world, while chasing the latest one; he bumps heads with the city's local vigilante. They don't really know each other, Evan's only ever heard about the boy who went by Nightshade, had seen him in a few news articles, Evan thinks he's prettier in person, but that doesn't mean the guy isn't in the way.

"What are you doing?"
"Someone needs to give you a reality check"

"Can't you see the world is in danger?"
"The city is in danger! You're destroying just as much of it if not more than that guy!"

Then, with a well thrown blade to bring the villain of the day down...

"Fucking watch your surroundings"

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When the city got infested with assholes trying to take over, and the only person really stopping them was some masked guy with vine powers, Connor became a vigilante. Someone had to be there for the people caught in the crossfire.

So it actually started when he realized he could easily master any weapon that didn't need ammo, so he used mostly knives, and daggers, and the one machete he had managed to score. There had been that one situation with a sledge hammer he nicked from a construction site to save someone trapped in a building, but Connor had returned that one to its place.

At one point he had been feed up and walked to the local hero to ask him to stop helping the destruction of their shared home, perhaps not in the best way possible, but he had seen a lot more buildings held together by vines since, a lot easier to rescue people from a still somewhat stable structure, so Connor figured it was what needed to be said.

Once the destruction of the city went down to manageable for him and the city's emergency services, Connor had neither reason nor interest in involving himself with Cedar, as the hero called himself. No, Connor was far more intrigued by someone else entirely.

There was this boy in his campus that shared a few classes with Connor, and Connor was crushing hard on him, he was shorter than Connor, with blonde hair and bluish green eyes, athletic enough to climb a tree like it was nothing, with the single most beautiful smile ever. Connor wouldn't say he was stalking the boy, but he was trying to get some kind of information, like what his major was, and what his name was, nothing too big. Just something for Connor to hold onto, other than the drawings of him he had in his notebooks, which, maybe a bit stalker-ish.

However, getting any information would require for him to actually approach the boy, and every time Connor convinced himself to go talk to him, his mind would go blank and he'd run dry of conversation starters, so to not make a fool of himself, Connor ran away. God, why couldn't he have gotten the ability to socialize as a power, don't get him wrong, his ability with weapons was useful, but this was ridiculous.

Connor sighed, slumping on top of his bed, he was such a mess.