No heroes

Prologue

New year.
Same bustling city.
With the same sounds of explosions at the background.
Isadora was a calm person that happened to live in a scandalous city.
The news always showing the greatness of the superheroes, not really impressing her that much. In her opinion she wasn't interesting, always an old book under her arm, her thermos on her right hand and black big glasses, framing her snow like skin. A mind in the clouds, as her mother once described her, inherited from her grandfather. That always brought a smile to her lips, the wrinkled old man will forever impress her, much more than the flying colorful freaks. The abuelo* always had something to tell, always a story to amaze her with and fill her with curiosity
A jet plane passed above her head, it left a trace of clouds, and Isadora looked at it, a tiny smile painted on her lips. It was a sunny day with the soft chirp of birds playing a natural song

When she entered her house, the heavenly smell of cookies reached her nose and engulfed her with warmth. As she came into the kitchen, her father sat on his usual chair at the table, with the newspaper on his hand and a cup of tea at the table, waiting to be drunk, her mom at the kitchen humming a soft old song as she prepared cookies
What a wonderful day, she thought, but the voice of her father broke her train of thoughts
-The Tenebris attacked again this morning, as always, Marte and Mercurio saved the day.
-That's quite alright dad...
-That's their job- He finished the motto  of the family
-They are normal people just like us- I added with a knowing smile
-That's my girl- He said looking up from his newspaper, he drank a sip of his tea- And remember...
-No heroes for boyfriends
-No heroes- He repeated

Abuelo: Grandpa