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Bob came home and immediately kissed Helen who was watering the plants.

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Vince and (Y/n) were sitting next to each other looking at magazines and listening to music. Bob snuck up behind them and wrapped them in a hug and (Y/n) and Vince were squished up against each other. Vince and (Y/n) both blushed at the fact that (Y/n)'s face was in Vince's neck.

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Bob even spent some time playing cars with Dash and kissed Jack-Jack on the cheek.

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The next day, Bob drove off to work in his tiny blue car and came back with a newer sportier car. He even got an extra one for Helen too.

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Bob was walking past Helen who was carrying laundry and he reached behind her and pinched her butt. She retaliated by extending her arm and pinched his as well.

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Bob spent time feeding Jack-Jack and making funny faces, he threw the ball around with Dash, and even taught (Y/n) some self defense techniques. He even started getting back in shape.

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He pulled and lifting entire train cars, measured his midsection, reading fitness magazines, until he was finally at the weight and size that he wanted to be.

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Bob was looking at his old suit when he noticed the tear from the robot fight.

"Ah, jeez." He groaned.

"Hurry honey! Or you'll be late for work." Helen called.

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Bob opened the front door and Helen came up behind him.

"Have a great day, honey. Help customers, climb ladders..."

"Bring bacon." Bob added.

"All that jazz."

The two shared a kiss and Bob left the house.

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Instead of going to work, however, Bob pulled up the gate of a large expensive house.

"Do you have an appointment?" A man on a screen asked.

"I'm an old friend. I just wanted to..."

"All visitors are required..."

The man was cut off by a small woman with short black hair and glasses hitting him with a newspaper.

"Go check the electric fence or something!" She barked.

"What is it? Who are you? What do you want?"

Bob pulled down his sunglasses to reveal his face.

"My God, you've gotten fat. Come in. Come, come."

The electric gate opened and Bob drove his car up to the house.

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"Yes, things are going quite well. Quite well. My God, no complaints. But, you know, it is not the same. Not the same at all."

"Weren't you just in the news? Some show in Prayge? Prague?"

"Milan, darling. Milan." Edna corrected.

The two entered a very open room that had a giant wall that depicted ancient peoples in battle.

"Supermodels. Ha! Nothing super about them. Spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only about themselves." She complained.

"Feh! I used to design for Gods! But perhaps you have come with a challenge, eh? I was surprised to get your call."

"E, I just need a patch job." Bob told her, holding up his own suit.

Edna grabbed it and examined it. "Hmm. This is megamesh. Outmoded, but very sturdy. And you've torn right through it! What have you been doing, Robert? Moonlighting hero work?" She asked, suspiciously.

"Uh...Must have happened a long time ago." Bob shrugged.

"I see. Ugh, this is a hobo suit, darling. You can't be seen in this, I won't allow it! Fifteen years ago, maybe, but now?" Edna looked at the suit with disgust and threw it in the garbage.

"What do you mean? You designed it." Bob argued, fishing the suit out of the garbage.

"I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now. You need a new suit. That much is certain." She said, sitting down in a chair.

"A new suit? Where the heck am I gonna get a new suit?" Bob asked.

"You can't! It's impossible! I'm far too busy. So ask me now, before I again become sane." Edna told him.

"Wait, you want to make me a new suit?"

Edna scoffed. "Ugh, you push to hard darling! But I accept."

Edna pulled out a note pad and pen and immediately began sketching.

"It will be bold. Dramatic!"

"Yeah."

"Heroic!"

"Yeah, something classic, like Dynaguy! Oh! He had a great look! Oh, the cape, and the boots..."

"No capes!" Edna cut in.

"Isn't that my decision?" Bob asked.

"Do you remember Thunderhead? Tall, storm powers. Nice man. Good with kids."

"Listen, E..."

"November 15th of '58. All was well, another day saved, when his cape snagged on a missile fin."

"Thunderhead was not the brightest bulb..." Bob tried to defend.

"Stratogale! April 23rd, '57. Cape caught in a jet turbine."

"E, you can't generalize about these things."

"Meta-Man. Express elevator. Dynaguy, snag on take off. Splashdown, sucked into a vortex. No capes!" She said with finality.

Edna waved him away. "Now, go on. Your new suit will be finished before your next assignment."

"You know I'm retired from hero work."

"As am I, Robert. Yet, here we are." She smirked.

"E, I just need a patch job. For sentimental reasons." Bob insisted.

Edna huffed, but took the suit anyway. "Fine. I will also fix the hobo suit."

She made her way up the stairs to get to work on the suits.

"You're the best of the best, E." Bob complimented.

"Yes, I know darling, I know."

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Helen was putting laundry away in Bob's closet when she noticed that one of his jackets had a white hair on it. She looked at it suspiciously when she heard the phone rang. She went to answer it, until she heard Bob's insistent voice saying that he would get it.

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"Hello?" Bob asked from his office.

"We have a new assignment for you." Mirage said from the other line.

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Helen got anxious and picked up the phone anyway to listen to the conversation.

"How soon can you get here?" She heard a woman ask.

"I'll leave tomorrow morning." Bob answered.

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Bob hung up the phone and exited his office to be met by Helen.

"Who was that honey, the uh, office?"

"Another conference. Short notice, but uh, duty calls." Bob answered.

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The next morning, Bob was in his car about to leave when Helen bent down next to his window.

"Have a great conference honey."

"Thanks sweetie." Bob responded.

"I love you. So much." She added.

"I love you too." He said, giving her a kiss before driving off.

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