Mighty Blue. Of all the stupid names. Sure, it could be worse. But think of all the better possibilities: Blue Havoc, Super Soldier, Mighty… Man? Okay, that last one was lame. My job is not to give names to superheroes. It was someone else’s. And that person screwed up.

At the time that I first appeared on public I was twelve. Big oil spill accident. Through years of research the team never really got me a cure, but they did get some nice toys. The most impressive and useful one was my suit. It appeared to be dark blue fabric, but it was actually nanoparticles. Very malleable and resistant ones, also fire and heat-proof.

The newspapers described the mysterious good Samaritan that saved the day as many things, but the phrase that stuck was “a mighty soldier dressed in blue”. And with my subsequent appearances in big events it got shortened.

As the years passed by the technology evolved, but mom argued to keep the design, said “familiarity will work in our favor, create an icon for the public to like and relate to”. Plus she likes the name. Dad thinks it’s silly, just like any alias, but he never suggested any different.

“So, they fixed what you asked for. And assembled an utility belt. Very light, fits well, just a few necessities like grappling hook and rope, EMP and APM mines, nanorobots capsules for first-aid and expandable batons.” Sure mom, very necessity-like.

“APM mines? You want me to blow people?” This thing can do a lot of harm.

“They are not really explosive, more like shock traps.”

My face says “oh, in that case, okay if it's just possibly stopping a few hearts” and she notices.

“Very weak shock traps. Like, they just stun people momentarily.”

Remember when I said my mother was smart and an overall kind woman? I want to rectify: she is all that, but given the chance I think she would be a very effective mad scientist with world domination tendencies. And dad could be Igor.

“Think I’ll stick to the EMP mines. And I don’t exactly fight with batons.” But I’m analyzing them, just in case.

“They can be energized. Try it later.” What is with this woman and electricity?

“Sure, will do that on my next mission.”

“Regarding that,” Dad starts. “you’ll be still on hold until he attacks again. We are currently looking for buildings that could be used as a base of operations. Go to the training area for now.”

Sure thing, general. Time to work up a sweat. I stretch first to avoid cramps, then it’s running and cycling to warm up, next is the usual gym equipment to enhance the muscles. Father joins me for combat training, a sight the soldiers always stop by to watch. The man can stand his ground even against me, due to his better control of the technique. I only ever won the first time we fought for he had his guard down. Now he doesn’t allow me much room to make use of my strength, so it ends in a draw like always. And judging by the noise my stomach makes it's a good time for lunch. Or it would be, if not for the fact that Peter comes rushing at my dad to tell that The Scorpio has shown up.