This story takes place when the twins are five years old, as such there is no Billy, Nora or Chloe, and they still live in Metroburg.
Max
I grab Phoebe's arm. "C'mon, Phoebe!" She said uncertainly "Are you sure we should go so far into the woods?" I said "What's the worst that could happen?" She says "A tree falls over and crushes both of us, or we're attacked by a bear, or…" I cut her off. "Stop worrying. You worry too much, just have fun! Worrying is for when you're a grown up, just enjoy life!" She said "All right, but just remember, I told you so!" I said "You don't get to say that unless something happens, Phoebe!" She said "Let's just go."
We walk for maybe twenty minute when all of a sudden three people just seem to drop from the sky. Phoebe screams. One of them grabs Phoebe's arm. She tries to struggle away. I shout "Hey, let go of her!" He said "Stay out of this, boy, or we're taking you too!" I said "You can't take Phoebe anywhere!" The one holding her twists her arm behind her back, eliciting a scream of pain. "Of course we can." Barely aware of my actions, I jump on him, fighting and kicking. Phoebe is screaming, people are hitting me, and I'm barely aware of anything through the haze of rage. I need help! Adult help. I manage to get my wrist, and find the bracelet quickly. Ever since we could walk, Mom and Dad have had us wear special bracelets. They're blue, with a Thunderman symbol on them, and a white button. When the button is pushed, it sends a distress signal to the Hero League. It's just for emergencies- Mom and Dad have drilled that message into us more times than I can count- but I'm pretty sure this counts. I press the button on it, summoning the Hero League. I always thought it would be super exciting, getting to press the button, knowing I HAVE THE POWER and all that, but it's just really scary and I'm terrified it won't work. Thirty seconds later, I can hear people coming, superheroes! One of the men said "Let's get out of here!" I am thrown roughly to the ground. Two of the superheroes, I'm not sure which ones, try to catch them, but they're too fast for them. They fly into the air, away from here. My vision is blurry and I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding badly. Phoebe. Where's Phoebe?! I try to struggle to my feet. Someone is holding me down, keeping my head in place. I hear voices, talking, urgent. I can't make out what they're saying. I have to see if Phoebe's all right. I try to lift my head up, but someone is holding it in place. I moan "Phoebe…" I feel an enveloping blackness tugging me towards sleep, and I fight it, but I fall into the pit and the last thing I think before I pass out is 'I fail at being a twin.'