Your parents, Diana and Steve, were always hovering around you. Even when you thought you were out alone, they were always hiding close by. You couldn’t blame them though – they had never raised a child before and wanted to protect you as much as possible.
As you walked down the street with some of your friends, you noticed an older kid bullying a young boy. Clearing your throat, you approached them.
“Hey, leave him alone.” you demanded, shielding the boy. The older kid smirked, looking you up and down.
“Or what?” he challenged, and from across the street, Diana moved forward to help you. Steve pulled her back, a grin on his face as he saw you ball your hands into fists. The older kid lunged forward, but you grabbed his fist and twisted his arm, forcing him to his knees.
“You shouldn’t hurt other people.” you told him, and Diana smiled.
“You trained them well.” Steve remarked, and Diana beamed.
“We trained them well, Steve.” Diana corrected, and Steve laughed as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. “I’m so proud of them.”