Disclaimer: 'The Incredibles' and all associated characters belong to somebody else. I'm just playing with 'em.
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Mr. Incredible, premier superhero, better known as 'Bob', raised an eyebrow at the sound of a door closing and his daughter actually skipping up the stairs. While he loved his daughter dearly, he well knew that skipping was not one of her usual activities. Violet tended to slouch moodily from place to place. Until today, Bob hadn't been aware she knew the mechanics of skipping.
"Honey," he called, halting the unusual display. "Did something good happen today?" Violet giggled girlishly in response. The raised eyebrow was joined by its twin. Something was definitely up. He could count the number of times he had ever heard her giggle that way on one hand.
"I have a date," she announced with a wide smile. "With Tony. We're going to the movies. I have to find something to wear!" And with that, she bolted up to her room. Bob's brow furrowed as he tried to remember who Tony was. Then it hit him; the boy Violet had been quietly pining away for practically forever over.
He started to grin, happy for her, until it occurred to him the million and one things that could happen to a girl, specifically, his little girl, on a date. That Vi could become invisible at will and erect force fields of pure energy didn't enter into the equation at all.
What if she was mugged? Or in an auto accident? Or drugged, or maimed, or shanghaied by pirates! "No no, Bob, get a hold of yourself. That's silly," he coached himself. "What could possibly happen? Oh crap, I just jinxed them!" He remembered his own first date with Helen, the famed Elasti-girl. It had involved a hero-and-villain free-for-all and concluded with the destruction of a city block when Frozone had nailed a tanker truck.
He walked away muttering to himself.
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Helen Parr, another 'Super', wife of one Incredible and mother of three more, blinked as her husband stormed past. She could practically see the storm cloud over his head. "Bob?" she called after him. "What's the matter?"
Her husband of 15 years explained the situation.
Her budding grin was cut short when he relayed his fears, too. "Well," she mused, "there was our first date… and Frozone's wedding, do you remember, it took forever to unthaw the band… and then there was that time when Gazer-Beam… and when Electra went to the Opera… ah well, I'm sure none of that will happen this time! I should go see if she's found anything to wear yet. Oh, my little girl's first date!" She practically gushed as she hurried upstairs.
Bob was left shaking his head in bewilderment. "Women are so… weird."
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Tony grinned nervously, and smoothed his hair one last time, before reaching out to push the doorbell. Almost immediately, the door opened. Tony looked up. And up. And up. The man standing in the doorway with the forbidding expression that wouldn't look out of place on an executioner or a judge -- Violet' father? -- had to be at least 6'5", and looked like he could have doubled as a linebacker for the football team of your choice. He'd heard somewhere that Violet's dad was an accountant or something, but this guy looked like he could wrestle bears for fun and bench press Buicks.
Oh no. Nothing to be nervous about, Tony. Play it cool.
"Ah.. Mr. Parr? Is Violet ready?" Slowly, the forbidding expression vanished, and was replaced with something more congenial. "No, not yet, she's still changing or.. something. Come on in, have a seat. Can I get you anything, Billy?"
"Um, no, thanks, Mr. Parr. I'm fine. And it's, uh, Tony. Sir." Mr. Parr nodded and led him to the living room, where they each took a chair while waiting for Violet to come down. "Violet has spoken well of you in the past, and I do trust her judgment. All the same, Jimmy, what exactly are your intentions towards my daughter?" The forbidding expression was back; all prisoners would be executed immediately.
Tony's mind went blank. "Erk.. movies?" he offered feebly, unnerved by how much Violet's dad seemed to loom over him, even though they were sitting down and he was several feet away. The older man nodded regally, as if Tony's answer had been a fascinating and witty response instead of something that could, just barely, pass as a sentence. "Good, good… now listen to me, Wally, and listen well. Violet is my only daughter, and I love her very much. You will be a perfect gentleman. If you make her cry, I will make you cry." To further emphasize his point, he picked up a rock as large as Tony's head that he hadn't noticed had been sitting on the table, and closed his hand around it. A horrifying sound escaped as Mr. Parr slowly clenched his fist. A moment later, his hand opened, and dust and rock fragments poured out onto the table. The rock had been ground into sand. "And if you touch her in any way that she does not want to be touched, or that I disapprove of… I will track you down, and I will do to you what I just did to that rock, but slower. Do you understand me?"
Nod that head, Tony. That's a good boy. He was sure his face was as white as chalk, and he was just glad that he hadn't wet himself; that wouldn't have gone over real well with his date, and despite the scary -- terrifying -- over-protective father, he did want this date to go well.
"Good, good," Bob repeated. They were cut off from further respective threatening and cowering by Violet coming down the stairs. Bob took in the tasteful blouse and jeans, noted the small amount of makeup as too good for her date, and smiled. Standing, he gave her a quick, fatherly hug.
"There's a tracking device in your purse," he whispered to her under cover of the hug. "If you need us, press the button, and we'll come. Watch yourself, and don't let him try anything funny." She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be fine, dad. Come on, Tony, we want to get there in time for the previews."
Tony looked back one last time as they neared his car - and saw Mr. Parr hold his hand up in the air and made a rather cheerful crushing motion, as if he were squeezing something invisible. To an observer, it might have looked like a wave, but Tony knew what it was: 'Watch yourself.'
Violet looked up as her date made an odd sound that sounded a bit like 'herk,' but couldn't detect what had spooked him. She looked back at her house, but it was just her dad, smiling and waving.
"Nothing, nothing," Tony said hurriedly, answering her unspoken question. "Let's go, don't want to miss those previews…"
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TBC: Eventually. Some day.