They've come to get me again, the cloud is over my head
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Not good enough, Billy thought, staring blankly at the punching bag in front of him. Not strong enough. I can’t do anything. His hands clenched. I couldn’t stop them from destroying my home, or from coming after Teddy. I couldn’t help Eliza. He looked at his hands. “What’s the point?” he asked himself aloud. “What’s the point of having these powers if I can’t actually protect the people important to me?”
He folded his fist carefully, just like Captain America had tried to teach them, drew his arm back, and hit the punching bag.
It hurt.
Not good enough, Billy thought, staring blankly at the punching bag in front of him. Not strong enough. I can’t do anything. His hands clenched. I couldn’t stop them from destroying my home, or from coming after Teddy. I couldn’t help Eliza. He looked at his hands. “What’s the point?” he asked himself aloud. “What’s the point of having these powers if I can’t actually protect the people important to me?”
He folded his fist carefully, just like Captain America had tried to teach them, drew his arm back, and hit the punching bag.
It hurt.