You know what I think would be hilarious is being neighbors with the super villain and hating their guts because they're making an obnoxious amount of noise in their house or yard and every time you see them you're just pissed over it.
Initially, you try to let it slide cuz who wants to be "that neighbor" y'know, not to mention you feel like if this asshole has enough confidence to be doing DIY Time in their backyard at 2am then what's a noise complaint gonna do to stop them?
But then, you finally get a vacation from work, and you're spending it mostly low-key at home to rest up because you're exhausted. When all of a sudden you hear this motherfucker going off AGAIN and you just snap.
It's like you're possessed - you march over there, not properly dressed (maybe wearing a bathrobe you were chilling in) and knock on their door so hard you might as well be trying to punch through it, because how else are they going to hear you over all that noise!?
You then hear a voice from a security cam they have installed at their door in the case of surprise attacks and whatnot, they're super suspicious of you and your intentions, and you tell them with pent-up rage pouring from your throat that, "I'm your neighbor, from next door, and I can hear EVERYTHING. Did it ever dawn on you that the ceaseless noise is fucking TORTUROUS?"
They're so taken off guard because they were thinking you were, like, an agent or something? Which is why the home defense system was warming up to kill you in the case you tried anything, but instead you're just a civilian who's pissed because of...something that, admittedly, is so comically mundane. Domestic, even.
Forgive them, they start laughing. The mic's still on, so you hear, and that is equivalent to adding gasoline to a fire.
After a really long spat out rant through the camera (completely one-sided), the villain is kinda charmed by you after the fact. Calls you "spitfire" to tease you, meanwhile the seething hatred you feel remains for a good few months. You essentially flip them off every time you see them, or flat out tell them to fuck off when they attempt to speak to you.
They think it's funny. Mostly. But with time, they have an interest in actually getting to know you and, well, you're making that extremely hard. None of the letters or gifts left by your door seem to have any effect.
One day, the other shoe finally drops. You're working, as you do, in the big city, and here we go again, the villain and hero(s) are duking it out, causing all kinds of damage (how much of your tax dollars go to fixing this bullshit, anyway?), which part of your job's building hasn't even finished fixing from last time.
Your floor finally gets the evacuation call (because if everyone flooded the exits, then more people would get hurt or die) and you're hurrying alongside everyone else to get out, and it's only when your feet hit the precious ground running you breathe anything close to a sigh of relief. It's not over, but, at least—!!
Mid-run, the villain's thrown down your direction - they stop just before hitting you, but you freeze, lock eyes, and you realize.
Holy shit. That is your dumbass neighbor.