I'm the best the U.S has to offer. Because I'm the fastest, strongest, nicest, smartest, and sexiest hero they have. I'm also the only superhero they have. Well, I'm the only hero to have come out of hiding. Yeah, the world feared us so we decided that it was their best interest for us to not do anything heroic.
You see, about 3 years ago, there was a war that I like to call the "War between Two Worlds". Now, keep in mind that this isn't like any other superhero comic or story you have read. There were no happy endings. The bad guy didn't always lose and the good guy was left alone to do his superhero thing. This is real. I lost a lot of good people in the war. Family and friends. This war, for some of us, was like World War III. As for the rest, it was a way out. See, when power and ability users were common, they would either be bad or good. Good guys became heroes and bad guys became villains. Now, as the superheroes and super villains fought each other, the cities and towns where they would stage their destructive showdowns became ruins and desolate wastelands because of all the destruction and chaos that we would cause during our battles. Normal people, or normal, didn't like that. You would think that they would at least try and evacuate the towns and buildings and cities when shit gets real, but no. Buildings toppled, killing hundreds, sometimes thousands, of people. Cities were destroyed, leaving hundreds of millions homeless and starving. As if that wasn't bad enough, the whole Chicago incident occurred. That is a long story. Long story short, the city had to be contained on account of what had happened there. You don't want, or need, to know, but you will know eventually. Trust me.
Anyway, that was the straw that broke the camel's back. When that incident occurred, the president of the U.S decided "Enough is enough! I've had it with these muscle loving power users on this monkey flipping planet! It's time to take action!" That's literally what he said when he addressed the world. Even though that was clearly what Samuel L. Jackson said in Snakes on a Plane, everyone thought he was right and tried to hunt us like animals. Most went willingly, believing that their power or ability was more a curse than a gift. Like my friend, Andrew. He had sort of a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde complex. Whenever he's around too much violence, he becomes this bloodthirsty monster that calls itself "Baron". He murdered twenty children and killed every woman that has ever turned him down in the past. So about forty women. But the rest, however, fought back. They decided that who were the normals to decide whether they lived or died? They completely obliterated any normal who dared to fight them.
During the "Blood War", the normals sent in something that could take out the power and ability users by the hundreds. It was a creation made by an unknown enemy that never gave it a name nor did the normals. I, however, call it "D.I.C.K" which stands for "Destructive Invincible Creative Killer". One of those DICKs slaughtered many of the power and ability users. The battlefield was soaked in their blood, hence the title "Blood War". With their forces being completely annihilated, they were forced to surrender, but the normals didn't want them alive. They wanted them dead. Some managed to escape and hid for as long as they could. But the DICKs were hell bent on finding and killing every power and ability users on this planet.
After WWIII, which lasted ten years, everything went back to normal, for the most part. People went about their business as if nothing ever happened. No more "D.I.C.K"s. No more badass superhero/super villain fights that endangered anyone within the area of the fight. Just regular, petty criminals and regular law enforcement officers doing their jobs. But everyone else who was traumatized and grief stricken knew what happened. They knew that this wasn't something you can just sweep under the rug like a dust pile. Regardless, no one said anything.
But after sitting back and watching all the tragedies and catastrophic disasters that appeared all over the world, I knew the world still needed a savior. Too bad I didn't feel savior-y, so I still just sit back and watch all the bad stuff like Hurricane Sandy, The Sandy Hook School shooting, and the government shut down. Okay, the last one I'm not so sure about, but you know what I mean. I could've stopped that, all of it. But the people here don't want a superhero. But they sure do need one. I didn't know when I could stage my comeback, but late one night when I was up in space, minding my own business, I saw a rip in the space-time continuum and saw four bodies shoot out from there and towards my planet. That's when I knew that this, the fight to stay hidden, was about to come to an end.