I came down the stairs to see, to nobody's surprise, stuff being thrown around like crazy. Scorch marks on the wall, furniture in splinters, holes in walls, you get it. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my megaphone, turned it on, and yelled into it.

"HEY, KNUCKLEHEADS!" The two brawling individuals immediately stopped, covering their ears. "I INVITED BOTH OF YOU! NOW IF YOU COULD STOP WRECKING EVERYTHING, CAN WE ACTUALLY HAVE A CIVIL DAY FOR ONCE!?" My younger brother said... something. I removed the noise-canceling headphones I'd put on as I turned off the megaphone. "Sorry, what?"

"Do you have to make that so loud?"

"Yes, I do. It's the only reliable way I have to stun both of you for long enough to knock sense into your heads. She made her gear EMP-resistant two months back, and your super-strength isn't getting any weaker." He looked around with a somewhat guilty expression.

"...Yeah, sorry about that." I waved my hand, dismissing the matter.

"You're both at fault for that. Besides, I made sure to send the invitation here. Sure, I own the property, but I don't live here. Least I can give some people around here a job to get it looking good again."

"Why'd you call us here, anyway?" That was my younger sister. "No offence or anything, but I do have some stuff I need to get back to. I can't trust my henchmen with anything nowadays."

"Well I've been out and about doing stuff, and I wanted to see you guys again."

"We have cellphones," she pointed out.

"Well I wanted to see your faces, A, and B, I wanted to go do stuff together. When was the last time we actually took a day to goof off with each other?"

"When we're in the middle of a big feud?" My brother and sister glared at me, and I sighed.

"Yes. There's more to life than just fighting each other endlessly. I know you guys both have secret identities. Just take a day or two off so we can have some fun while I'm in town." The two still seemed doubtful. "Don't make me pull the "big sister" card on you two."

People rarely talk about the third child in the fire nation elite trio.

There was Zuko, the Diplomatic and even-handed leader. Azula, the Cruel sister.

But me? I was left out of the books, and for good reason.

I work in the shadows, swiftly dispatching anyone for the highest bidder. I admit, I am no hero. My god is money, and my god has been good to me.

My only problem these days is how to launder the money. There was a cabbage stand I passed by a few days ago, who seemed in need of a “partnership”. Perhaps we can come to an agreement.

You ever heard the saying "good and evil are two parts of the same coin"? Yeah my family embodies this saying, first you have my older brother, he's like Superman, flight, super strength, laser sight, the whole shebang. Then you have my sister, she doesn't have powers like his, she's just a prodigy in the intelligence department, worldwide hacker. It has a wifi connection, she has access to it, hell even without wifi she'll find a way to get in. Now here's where the saying kicks in, being a hero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, during the whole saving the world shtick, the fighting zones get kinda messed up, and since Mr.Hero is the one who broke them, who do you think has to pay for them? And that's where our little sister jumps in, hacking every bank system in order for our brother to not become Public Enemy #1 .

In the public eye, they're enemies, Mr.Hero doing everything he can to stop her and her "evil" plans she just does for show, she actually just stages everything and any destruction she makes no one gets hurt, damn I bet even cows have a higher kill count than my sister!

And then you have me, being born in between these two, I don't have the super strength and I don't have the intelligence, but there's one thing I do have. Charisma, you point me to a person and I'm their best friend in 1 minute flat, this in turn made it so my job is "doing favors" for the people I know, and I know lot's of people.

Now this particular meeting is about how our brother accidentally destroyed the Eiffel tower on a drunken dare from one of his friends. Now here we are at the table, me making phone calls trying to appease the Prime minister to not declare war on my brother, while my sister is gathering the cough documentation, needed to make this go away without Mr.Hero being the blame.

It seems like my sister's track record is gonna continue spotless on the kill department, but a bit ruined on the "no harmful destruction" part, and let me tell you, she isn't happy about that.

Braden opens the door to his luxurious New York apartment. Stepping into his dark apartment, he had a feeling something was out of place. He scans the apartment quickly and notices his office chair has been moved. Braden sighs and rolls his eyes. He turns the lights on and the chair suddenly turns.

“Hello, brother,” says the woman in the chair. Her appearance is dark with dark hair, dark eyes and dark clothes.

“Why are you always so damn dramatic, Stephanie,” said Braden.

“It’s not Stephanie!” she said fiercely.

“Sorry, Ambrosia” he said mockingly, “what do you want?”

“I want you to kill our brother” she hissed.

“Why do you want me to kill our brother?”

“Because he keeps ruining my plans for domination!” She said loudly, now standing up.

“No, why do you want ME to kill our brother? Can you not find someone else?”

“It has to be you. He trusts you.”

“Exactly. Because I’m the good sibling” he said with a smile.

“Good? You’re a mercenary. You're just as evil as I am!”

“True, but I don’t have to go to Goth for my job”, Braden said with a smirk. “It was good seeing you but I’m going to have to reject your offer”. He opened the door and gestured for his sister to leave.

“25 million” Ambrosia said with a smile. Braden closes the door and the two begin planning the execution of their superhero brother.

The next day, with the plan set, Braden invites his brother to his house for dinner. Ambrosia arrives before her brother and sets herself up in the bedroom. The superhero brother arrives at the door, bottle of wine in hand. Braden opens the door.

“Hey little brother!”

“Hello Jack!” The brothers went in for a hug. As soon as they separate, Braden pulls out a pistol and points it at Jack's head. He pulls the trigger and it doesn’t fire. Jack holds his hand out and several bullets fall to the ground.

“I have super speed. You’re not fast enough!” Jack says while he picks his brother up by the his neck and holds him against the wall. Ambrosia swiftly walks out of the back room.

“This is my kind of family reunion!” Ambrosia yells while walking towards her siblings. She points towards the two and Jack suddenly stiffens. Braden looks at his sister while Jack's hand is still tightly around his throat. He said “please…help”.

Ambrosia walks up to his ear and whispers “I always wanted to be an only child”.

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