Being a superhero felt great.
Alfred knew this first hand. The young man had been a super hero from his late teens, had always stuck true to his morals, and had never taken a life. Those three things were what he prided himself on, truly, time and time again. A hero with a dream, he was. And his dream, it was to make sure everything he cared about was safe. His family, his home, his country, and even his world, if it ever came down to it (though he highly doubted he'd ever really have to fight aliens- as cool as it would be!). Helping people, capturing bad guys (or capturing not-so-bad guys and getting them help), it was all part of the job for him! Though a rather full time job, and it left him with little moment for rest, Alfred couldn't see himself anywhere else in life.
The only other place the young man felt was right for him was college. Though Alfred wasn't sure what he would do in the future, he loved being at the place. He had a small circle, and plenty of classes. He had chosen a job near his house, and it didn't take long to get to college from home, either. With slow trains or super speed. He had his own house, well, his grandparents' house. They had left it to him and his brother in their wills, though Matthew had moved out to his own apartment.
Matthew… was his twin brother. Alfred was older by a few minutes, but Matthew often insisted he was the one who acted older. He was the calmer of the two, the more wise one. Alfred often admired the way he could keep a level head in the face of the difficult situations they often dealt with earlier in superhero life. But he also knew when enough was enough, and that was why they were a bit... separated, now. Alfred and him used to be team mates. Heroes together, fighting side by side. Alfred, with his super strength and super speed, and Matthew with his invisibility, teleportation, and flying skills, were unstoppable. They were called - and how silly it was - Mighty Eagle and Invisible Beaver. But, after a falling out the two had, Matthew decided to hang up his cape. Alfred respected the decision his brother had made, of course, like any good hero would do! Though... he couldn't help but feel disheartened, even in the present, about losing his best friend and partner. He still missed those days, but knew Matthew had his own life now.
But Alfred was never one to get discouraged. After all, he was the symbol of hope for his city, and the only one it had, of a superhuman! So of course, he threw himself into his work. He was representing a type of human that had always been seen as evil; changing the way people viewed supers! He was helping people, saving lives, improving them! As long as he had a busy schedule, and a life that reminded him the work he did was important, Alfred F. Jones would be a hero for as long as he possibly could. And he hoped that would be forever.