In a world of superheroes, the ordinary, the ofttimes mundane, are the enviable. Individuals who could move through life unimpeded, never called upon to rescue the damsels nor apprehend the villains, were considered gods.
Lil General was born with no special abilities. He couldn’t fly, nor shape shift. He couldn’t daze an adversary with supernatural mental acuity, nor dash after evildoers at blinding speeds.
His swagger was his super power, his arrogance his secret weapon.
It was his normalcy that made him unique. It was also what vexed him.
The heroes idolized him. He didn’t realize they wanted his life.