The words were still echoing in her mind as Violet rode her bicycle up into her parent's driveway. Their 'new' home wasn't all that different from the one that had exploded four years ago. Suburbia was conquering the American landscape, providing more than enough hideaways for incognito Supers. She stored her bike in the garage and entered the house through the door inside the garage.
Jack Jack was the first to spot her, a huge grin spreading across his five year old face. "Violet!" He giggled, running to her. A labrador galloped behind the kid, equally as excited at the prospect of a new person being home.
"Is that Violet?" Helen's voice rang through the house. From the smell of baked goods Violet could guess her mother was busy in the kitchen baking for one of Dash's high school events.
"Yeah it's me Mom." Violet replied, appearing in the doorway of the kitchen. Jack Jack was in her arms, just barely small enough to still be held. "What's for dinner?" She asked, giggling a little as Jack Jack made a mustache for himself with her long black hair.
Helen was covered in flour, but it seemed that her trouble had been worthwhile as she pulled a couple dozen cookies out of the oven. "Haven't gotten that far yet." She answered, setting the cookies on top of the stove to cool. Violet set Jack Jack down and pulled an apron out of a drawer.
"I can help Mom. You want spaghetti or meatloaf?" It was nice to come home and find her mom actually there. Since it was now okay to be a Super in public, her parents were loving the return to their glory days. And with Dash now serving as Frozone's sidekick (he hated the term but Violet loved teasing him with it) it was typically her, Jack Jack, and their dog Boomer eating dinner.
"Oh, spaghetti sounds good." Helen laughed and hugged her daughter, finally able to welcome her home properly. "So what did you do today?"
"Oh, nothing much." Violet lied, shrugging her shoulders to try and make it believable. If her parents were to find out that she had had a liaison with the artist formerly known as Syndrome, we'll she just knew it wouldn't be good. "Went to a bookstore and had some lunch out. Not a whole lot of superhero-ing either today."
"Sounds nice. Calm days don't come around that often." Helen's let Boomer and Jack Jack out into the back yard to play before the sun set completely. "Have you put any thought into what your dad suggested?"
Violet sighed. The government had offered her a year to train and work on her powers so that she could be brought up to the big leagues with her parents. Right now she was only a part time Super, but if she agreed to this she would be given a salary.
"I'm still mulling it over."
A few hours later and dinner was over and the kitchen cleaned up. Violet was in bed, her day buzzing around her mind. She was going to have dinner with a man who had threatened the lives of her family. And she was looking forward to it. Next Saturday, and he was picking the place. It would be safe to say she was a little more than nervous. And on top of that she had to make that final decision of being normal or embracing her superhero roots completely.
The way she saw it, if she took a payroll from the government there was no turning back.