I know this chapter is reeeally short, but I had to get the idea out and in writing; the chapters following will be much longer, I promise
Superheroes are so stupid. They think after barging in with their spandex clad team of losers and taking away whatever weapon a villain has, they can lock said villain in jail and live happily ever after, never having to worry about them again. Take Royal Pain for example; when the Commander and Jetstream crashed the homecoming party and eventually destroyed the pacifier, they locked up Pain and her crew, forgetting about them forever. Didn't they once stop and think 'boy, it was awfully easy to capture those villains who only made one copy of their weapon and didn't flee from the school they were sending crashing down to the earth'? I mean come one, they're not complete idiots. Will Stronghold was so busy mashing with his hippie girlfriend that he didn't see the smug grins on their faces. Even before the plan had been executed he was too busy with his hormones to realize what was happening. And now he and his family are at their perfect house in suburbia, sipping perfect lemonade discussing their perfect lives, not once giving thought to the villains that they locked up for life, never worrying about an escape or revenge. Well let me tell you, ignorance is bliss.
Will rolled over in his bed, stretching his arms carefully so as not to wake the beautiful woman who lie next to him, and let a lazy smile play on his lips as bits of sun peeked out from behind the drawn curtains. He let his eyes close and drifted in and out of sleep until a soft sigh gently alerted him that his love was now awake. Wordlessly, she shifted her body and lay her head down on Will's strong chest, letting yet another sigh escape. Her hidden grin grew at an amazing rate as she felt Will carefully run his fingers through her hair. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she thought of how to describe this wonderful feeling.
"Content." Will whispered shortly after, as if reading the woman's mind. Still she said nothing, but Will knew the question didn't really need to be asked. "I've been trying to think of what this is." She smiled again, a warm feeling rushing through her at the thought; Will even thought the same thoughts, they were perfect together. The comfort she felt from hearing his voice was enough to will her mouth to form the short but succinct question.
"What?"
"This feeling; waking up in the morning beside the woman I love, not having to worry about rushing out to save the world from some new catastrophe." For Will, the reality of the world being safe had just sunk in, and it gave him an almost euphoric feeling he eventually described as contentment. After Baron and King Kamayamayhem lost the war for villains everywhere, it seemed like all evil simply disappeared – ceased to exist, if you will. For months afterward Will spend days worrying that the good wouldn't last, too restless to unwind and let the happiness overtake him. But just two weeks previously, Will had been called into a meeting with the mayor – he went in armed and ready to battle, but was simply asked to hand in his red emergency cell phone. At first Will was dumbfounded – he, the son of the Commander and Jetstream, one of the most powerful superheroes in the world, was being fired? The mayor sensed his distress and quickly informed the still young man that there was simply no need anymore, that this would be the last town to be officially 'crime free' with the exception, of course, of your small, relatively unimportant corner store robberies and such. This news reached his mind much faster and let to the wonderful feeling he was now experiencing. He gave the now sleeping woman a small kiss before getting up and heading to the kitchen, determined to make his wife the perfect – somewhat belated – celebratory breakfast. Careful so as not to wake her, he got out several pans and ingredients and began the standard egg scrambling, hash brown tossing nightmare that was cooking. After throwing away four burnt pieces of toast, half a large package of hash browns, three eggs, and a pan, he had what was left of the meal ready on a tray, carrying it slowly into the bedroom so as not to spill the tall glass of orange juice or the water that fed the small lily laying delicately in a vase that had been a present from Will just days earlier. He saw her stir and slowly wake as he came through the doorway, sitting up and smiling when he placed the tray on her lap.
"That's a lot of food Will." She spoke in a gentle but slightly amused voice.
He looked at her almost longingly, realizing that he couldn't possibly love her any more than he did at this very moment. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed her softly on the forehead, cupping her soft chin in his strong hand and looking deeply into her mesmerizing eyes. He spoke words he, ten years ago, could never have pictured him saying, but now couldn't help but hear the excitement in his voice as he said, "Remember Layla, you're eating for two now."