The Average Superhero

Green Acid, or Corrosion, I Don't Know. I Mean Kid With A Really Bad Name!

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The picture is what I imagine this new comers suit to look like but the colors on the pants is reverse and the black is running along the sides of the pants. Of course with the classic mask and black gloves and without the logos. Anyways as usual enjoy the story.

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"I can explain." I say in a hushed voice while turning around to where the noise came from. I turn towards the  window (which is right next to the hole in the wall), thinking it's one of my friends that occasionally drops by.

Instead I find some kid in electric green and black spandex with a matching mask and blonde hair.

Yeah, you read that right.

"Uh..." This random kid says and then acts like he's clearing out his throat. "No need to explain, I'm-" He doesn't even get to finish a sentence before I shot him in the face with a torrent of mercury at his face, that of course sends him flying through to the hole in the wall (which only made it a human sized hole,) out to my grassy backyard.

Without hesitation I start covering the hole in the wall with the first element that pops in my mind.

Iron.

It came out stunningly silver, almost as if it were polished. Molding and complying to my will to fill in the gap. In less than thirty seconds it's completely finished and perfectly smooth. I take a step back to admire my work.

There's no way that disease is getting in again, I thought

Haha...I should stop thinking stuff like that. Because seconds later the Iron started melting away, almost as if corroding itself while glowing green around the edges. And in came Spandex flying up on small jets of the green stuff that I'm assuming melted away the Iron, and walked in.

"Now that wasn't very nice." He says in what I'm thinking is his most official sounding voice. That kind of artificial deep voice that people try to do in movies to sound more intimadating than they really are.

But again, I didn't learn my lesson and this time blasted liquid nitrogen at him full blast.

This time he was expecting it sadly, and rolled to the side easily avoiding it.

"Hey, I didn't come here to fight. I just want to talk." The five foot some dude said.

"You broke into my house! What the duck are you even doing here!" I 'yell' in a whisper.

"I didn't break your house, that was you." He said in an annoyed tone and less 'official.'

"You melted the barricade." I say in a are-you-kidding-me type way, putting my hand on my hip, slowly becoming aware that this dude is no threat.

"After you shot at me with your powers."

"After you just barged in here without even knocking."

"I said eh-hem."

"That's not knocking, what were you raised in a barn?"

"Tut-tut my lady, to soon to try to figure who who I am."

Wait, who is this dude? The world only has 15 heroes, none of which is this fool. We have no villains except for the occasional up-rise of phyco's that develop powers. And none of which is in New Mexico. "Who are you?" I ask after a long pause.

"I am...uh. " He faultered. Dude doesn't even know his own name, sad. "I am Green Acid!"

"Green Acid?" I ask while trying despertaly to hold in a laugh.