Heroes, We Must Be
-Hoodie-
"Hey, hey, you're going to be okay," Ivan murmured, comforting the child in his arms. The boy trembled uncontrollably, face streaked with tears, snot, fear.
He smiled gently, breathing deep and forcing his facial muscles to relax, smoothing his creased brow. "You're going to be fine, buddy," he repeated softly, pulling off his hoodie and wrapping it around the boy. "I'll protect you."
The boy's eyes widened, fingers clutching the sweater around him as Ivan patted him on the head, stood up, and shapeshifted into one of the assailants. Just like a hero.
That sweater was treasured forever.
