On the streets of Los Angeles, a Black father stood outside a store window with his son.
Mike handed the hot dog he had just bought to his son and saw how much the boy longed for the Avengers toys in the window.
"In a few months, it'll be your birthday. Who's your favorite?"
Mike asked his son with a smile.
"No, it's okay."
His son answered sensibly, but he was still reluctant to part with the brand-new action figures.
Mike bent down and looked at his younger son.
"Dad's a little short on money right now, but I'll find a job soon. I'm confident I won't have to go back to the factory. You and me, what are we?"
"A team," little Ace said.
Mike spoke gently with a smile. "That's right. So, who do you want?"
The next moment—BOOM!!
A massive explosion erupted in the tall building nearby. Huge fragments and flames burst from the shattered windows, sending the pedestrians in the street into a chaotic panic.
Mike grabbed his son and handed him to a friend nearby.
"Ace, are you all right? Stay with Burnett, okay? Someone might be hurt. I'm going to see if they need help."
Mike looked at the huge explosion behind him and ran toward it, unable to ignore his concern for those in danger.
When he reached the burning building, he could clearly hear a woman crying out for help in pain from above.
Mike hesitated for a moment and glanced around. After making sure no one was watching, he punched the wall, sending most of his hand straight through it.
The solid wall seemed no more substantial than foam in front of him.
Using both his hands and feet, he punched holes into the wall one after another and climbed up