Sometimes, I wish I was never born with my powers. I mean sure, they can be awesome at times, but they come with quite a bit of baggage, for me at least. The problems start with my parents, kind of, my mother, bless her heart, was normal, my father however was a Superhuman. For the short time he operated he went by the name Soldier Boy, had enhanced physical attributes and such. It is with their parent however that it gets interesting, my paternal Grandfather was a WW2 vet, not only that, but he was one of the first public Superheroes, my maternal Grandfather, was one of the first Supervillains. That would not be a problem, except at that time, few if any laws or codes about Secret Identities existed. Sure, they each had one, but it was more of a formality, the public new who they were. My Dad’s dad was the Commander, had powers similar to my father, but more advanced, though not a one man army, he was as effective as one. Mom’s dad was called the Phantom, no one was sure what exactly his powers were, but during his time, he was nearly uncatchable. If it was just this, I could live with it, but nearly every member of their families had powers, an anomaly and were involved in crime, fighting it or committing them. As for who I am, I am a man, with powers far beyond my understanding, trying to live my life separate from the squabbling Hero and Villain communities. Hello, this will be my first story here with this account, but not my first posted story on the internet. This will be a story that i work on in my spare time, and thus will have a lower priority in general, than the main story, i will by writing, which i will post at a later date. This story will be a somewhat lighthearted action oriented Superhero story that will follow the MC, who has great powers, when he just wants to live a normal life, but such things are difficult.