mr. incredible

incredible-mom​:

No, its not alright, Bob! a younger Helen would shout. Fight tooth and nail about it. Then again, that Helen and that Bob seemed to be on the same page more often than not.

They made a great team for the NSA, after all. Even reaching a point where words weren’t needed to communicate. All it’d take is a look, and they both knew. Nowadays, it felt like they hadn’t done that in ages. She’d still call them a great team. But something was…off.

Maybe they were just old and tired. 

And Helen was so tired of the fighting and running.

“I - yeah,” She said, then looked to her shirt before swearing under her breath and turning back to the sink to clean it off. As she scrubbed it away, she continued. “Just have a lot on my mind, you know? With work and…JJ.”

She took a small breath. Knowing Bob had to go and not wanting to get into a whole thing right before that. But - she had to say something.

“We’re going to need to talk about to him about control and learning that and safety measures to not get caught,” She started. “If he bursts into flames at school…someone could get hurt.

Okay, maybe that had been a poor word choice, asking if Helen was alright. His own nerves were all over the place concerning JJ, so he couldn’t imagine that Helen was faring much better but--he was just trying to maybe open the conversation. Or check in or--

He didn’t really know. He felt antsy and uncomfortable, hot under the collar, and angry for a reason that he really shouldn’t be angry. Why couldn’t his life be simple? Why couldn’t his son just not have inherited any powers? He felt awful thinking it, feeling it, but the resentment was a hard stone in his stomach and breaking it down would not be easy. He just wanted as normal a life as possible. Dash and Violet had already worked hard on controlling their powers since infanthood really, and now JJ...

There were all at risk again and Bob...didn’t know what to do. 

Not that he’d admit it. Never. He had to be the stalwart pillar. 

Bob leaned against the doorway carefully, crossing his arms, a stern look on his face. Though, this was just to hide the very real concern.

theincredibledash​:

Dash had caught his father’s grimace and immediately, his heart sank. After the first ‘No’ he stopped listening. He didn’t want to hear any more excuses. Anger slowly simmered inside of him, and the grip on the box he was holding made dents on the edges. 

“Mom promised the same thing when we moved here,” he grumbled, trying not to sound too angry. If he lost his temper now, he’d loose all footing he had in this conversation. He needed to work with his dad on this. To at least state his case to him. He needed to be heard.

“Have you even scouted for potential places?” It came out harsher than Dash wanted, but he tried to smooth it over with an added, “I can help with that too, you know. There’s like, all that farm land. And I know the forest is like, haunted or enchanted or whatever, but there has to be something.”

Bob’s eyebrows raised.

You know, he understood the frustration. Well, sort of. He didn’t have the same kind of powers as his son. He wasn’t always literally vibrating for a run at all times. When he didn’t use his powers, they could certainly get out of hand. He exercised a lot for this reason: but it had been a long time since Bob had learned how to control his powers. And before he had, there hadn’t been a reason to hide. He was just a small town boy with powers. Not the son of powerful Supers who needed to hide to stay safe from their enemies.

However: he wouldn’t tolerate that tone of voice. They had all been under a lot of stress and pressure in a new place and while Bob was sorry he hadn’t done more for his son, Dash needed to realize things weren’t just going to work out so easily for them. It was going to be a challenge sometimes. 

un-incredibleviolet​:

“Invented, Daddy you’re making yourself sound so old.” Violet teased. “I was actually hoping to ask— you and Mom wouldn’t know of anybody that could make a t-shirt quilt for me to use for my bed, would you? I’ve saved all my shirts from memorable events. I even have one of Tyler’s for it. I suppose I could follow a tutorial and do it myself…but I’d really love a good one.”

A beat.

“I’m not getting kicked out of my room at home, am I? What if my roommate is one of my bullies from school? Then I’ll just want to come home as much as possible and you won’t make me sleep on the couch will you? Not your favorite daughter?”

“Well, the quilt I’m sure we can find someone for. Is there anyone at the plays who could do it? They have a whole costume department, don’t they?” Bob didn’t know much about plays or what not. He half-heartedly watched a few musicals with Violet, because she had asked, but he normally fell asleep halfway through. He just couldn’t get into people...randomly breaking out into song and dance in the middle of the street. How did they all know what song to sing?

“As for your room, that’ll be something we have to discuss with Mom and the boys. I’m sure they’re gonna want to spread out. They’ve never had their own rooms before.” He pursed his lips a bit. On one hand, he wanted Violet to feel like she could come home whenever she wanted, but on the other hand: the boys having their own rooms would probably solve so many headaches.

Maybe. Honestly, it was hard to tell. Or imagine them in different rooms. But, Dash was almost 18 and probably deserved his own space. 

“Either way, you’ll have somewhere to sleep when you do come home, even if I’m booted to the couch.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Besides, you’re not gonna want to come home. You’re gonna get to school and have a blast!” He said this enthusiastically, but there was a pitch to it that made it sound slightly hollow, his own reluctance poking through, despite himself.