It was a peaceful day in San Fransokyo. The Hamadas were taking a stroll through Union Square. The family consisted of Anthorny, his wife Miyu, and their four-year-old son Tadashi, who was wearing rather large black-rimmed glasses due to his poor eyesight.
Soon the family walked past a little shop. A young blonde woman noticed them. "Excuse me," she said. "I couldn't help but notice you might be expecting a baby."
The woman was right. Miyu was pregnant with her and Anthorny's second child. "Yes, we are," she said, rubbing her round belly. "Five months pregnant."
"Come in, come in," the blonde woman said. "My name is Zena, and I can predict your soon-to-be-born child's future at the cost of five dollars."
Miyu looked over at Anthorny. "Should we?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," Anthorny answered. "Fortune tellers aren't always honest."
"Come on, dad!" Tadashi said, tugging his father's hand. "I want to know if I'm getting a brother or sister!"
"Oh, alright," Anthorny said. "But it better be worth the five dollars."
Inside the shop, the Hamadas sat at a table. When Anthorny gave the fortune teller five dollars, she placed her hand on Miyu's belly and closed her eyes. "What do you see?" Miyu asked.
Zena opened her eyes wide. "Oh my..." she said. "You will give birth to the savior of San Fransokyo!"
"How can that be?" Anthorny asked, still in a state of disbelief.
"When the child is old enough, he will assemble a new team of Avengers," Zena continued. "This team will include an adrenaline junkie fangirl, a neatnik samurai, a chemistry queen, a comic fanboy with a secret life, and a robot that will function as the young one's companion."
"What should we do about this?" Miyu asked.
"Nothing," Zena answered. "But your older son, on the other hand, must give the child a final push that will motivate him to become a hero."
"Me?" Tadashi asked.
"Yes, you," Zena said. "You are the key to fulfilling your brother's prophecy. Help him realize he is meant to save the world."
"How can I do this?" Tadashi asked.
"You will know when the time comes," Zena answered. She lifted her hand from Miyu's belly. "Unfortunately, that is all I could see. I wish you best of luck with the young child."
The Hamadas left Zena's shop, pondering about her words. "Do you really think our new child is going to be the savior of San Fransokyo?" Miyu asked.
"Probably not," Anthorny said. "She probably made that up so we would feel good about having another child."
"I believe her," Tadashi said, pushing up his glasses. "So I'm going to make sure my new brother becomes the hero of this city."
And sure enough, Tadashi was right. Because in San Fransokyo, four four-year-old children were busy doing various activities. A girl with short black hair was riding a tricycle at the local park, a dark-skinned boy was learning about health safety from his parents, a girl with beautiful blonde hair was helping her mom finish unpacking the car after moving from New York City, and a Caucasian boy who lived in an orphanage was enthusiastically watching an episode of an old Hulk cartoon. Over time, Tadashi would meet those four kids, and it was going to be the first step to helping his brother become the savior of San Fransokyo.
The End