They're standing close together in an alleyway, discussing the news. Recent events have propelled Supers into a bad light, and Congress is debating a new bill that could force Supers into hiding.
"What if they approve it? That means no saving anyone," Mr. Incredible says, the worry lining his face managing to show through his mask. "Our entire lives are intertwined with our jobs - with our duty. What will this mean if we can't do what we're meant to?"
"Relax," Elastigirl soothes, sounding more assured than she feels as she looks up at him with gloved hands on hips. "There's no way that it will pass."
"I'm not so sure," he grumbles.
"Making Supers go away doesn't eradicate the villains," she reasons. "If anything, pushing Supers out of the picture will make the crime rate skyrocket."
They are standing close enough that a spring breeze whips her shoulder-length hair in his face, with a few strands threatening to escape from her headband.
"I know that, and you know that. But do the stuffed shirts know that?" Mr. Incredible's voice drops, hopelessness seeking into his tone.
"We've just gotta stay strong. Whatever happens, we can still do our part. We'll just have to be…discreet." Her southern accent strengthens with these last words, her internal worries surfacing slightly.
Elastigirl puts one hand to his broad shoulder, stretching a bit to reach around his large frame. He looks into her brown eyes, searching for comfort. He hopes, beyond anything, that they will not be forced to go into hiding.
He is suddenly overcome with a fondness for the woman in front of him. She would stay with him, right? Even if he couldn't be...super anymore? He doesn't know if he could take it if she left. Elastigirl has become a part of him, and he doesn't want to lose her.
Mr. Incredible decides to express his feelings in the first form that comes to mind.
At first she gasps in bewilderment; after all, he did not warn her. But soon she's responding with enthusiasm. Her lips are soft, and they know what they're doing, which promptly causes his stomach to jolt in need. His large hands find her impossibly slender waist, with a voice in the back of his head reminding him not to grip too firmly…but she is Elastigirl, and her body seems to yield to his without effort.
After a moment, she drapes her long arms around his neck, pulling away with a sigh of contentment. The tension in the air is diffused, making room for this new emotion.
"It's about time," she says, one eyebrow raised. Without reply, he moves to kiss her again.
