Bolt now looked like a deer caught in headlights, as did the rest of the team. That wasn’t too surprising; the Young Neos, in general, were not used to this kind of effusive praise from random people they just met, even if it was completely sincere. And Blizzard knew that it was. All her life, she’d heard her parents gush about superhumans who used their powers to make the world a better place. She well remembered how ecstatic they had been when her powers first manifested last year, probably because they considered having a superhuman in the family a great honor.
“Er, you’re welcome, Mr. Ricker,” said Bolt, rubbing the back of his neck. “But really, we’re not that special. We’re just kids who happen to have superpowers.”
“And you are so modest, too!” Mom gushed. “That makes you even bet
