By the time that the group had finished their rest after the race that Laura had pushed on them no one wanted to split up. Instead, they had made the decision to stay at Asher and Cara’s house again. Of course, their parents had no issues with it. After all the studying and proof that they were on the right track, there was no way for them to say no. The accomplishments of their children had already been more than enough to show them that they didn’t need to watch every single little step. 

“I’m serious. If you guys focus on the way the air currents flow you might be able to throw sounds for miles instead of just to the other side of the room or across a field.” Since Louis had focused in his science classes more than everyone else he was the one that was trying to show the theories between Sammy and Cara’s potential combos. 

“I understand that sounds travel through the air. I learned about that first. But where my power and Sammy’s is different is that I control the vibrations to change sounds. Sammy controls the air in general. It’s like two parts I guess. Sammy can make sounds and technically with the right sound I can make a breeze. But I can’t break the sound barrier or anything crazy like that just yet,” Cara was very confident in her skills but she also knew the limits she had. 

“Don’t even try to break the sound buried. You will make mom go deaf. Not to mention fry your vocal cords.” Asher had barely managed to hear the last words from Cara since he was helping Art bring out dinner. 

“I didn’t say I was going to do it. Don’t be dumb. Just listen.” Her reaction was the same as when Asher could remember as children. He didn’t even stop anymore to realize the difference in memories. He was Asher and this was his world. One with luck and warmth. 

“So in theory, once you strengthen your powers ad Sammy gets better control…the two of you could blow up a building or more with your combos. Add your control of the sound vibrations to Sammy’s concentrated wind making a vacuum? Boom.” The hands gestured just added to the childish sounding idea from Louis. Unfortunately, just because it was childish sounding didn’t mean it was not true. This was a very plausible way for the two to work together. 

“I don’t think we want to blow up buildings. But defeating very powerful villains or maybe snuffing out a forest fire by controlling the wind and how it vibrates sounds good.” The light slap from Sammy was met with a soft zap of static electricity. If Jackson wasn’t sitting between the two siblings and put his leg up when he did then there would be a fight of wind and lightning in the room. 

“Hey, something just occurred to me. You know how we all have some combos we can use? What’s going on with Asher’s super power? Like Jackson can work with Sammy or jump in to others’ super powers in some way. But Asher had this lucky unlucky thing going. I haven’t even noticed unlucky things lately.” Art set the last dish of pasta down and motioned for everyone to sit down at the table before he kept on with his theory. 

“I know when he first got his super power I was slipping and tripping everywhere. Even he was slipping in to Janes’ boobs all the time. Don’t even tell me if that’s lucky or unlucky. But now, nothing. It’s so weird.” Jane nearly spit out her water as Art spoke. If looks could kill she would have murdered Art many times over. It was a wonder that her sunglasses didn’t break due to the death glare she sent his way. 

“Really man? That’s what you went with as an example?” Jackson was a little off put by the example but he couldn’t say it wasn’t true. Even when he first met Asger he remembered losing his favorite shovel only to miraculously find it a week later under his bed where he would never have put it. 

“Art’s poor sense of examples aside. He does have a point. Ever since we have been closer and working together the less bad luck has happened. Take our morning jogs for example. How many times does the street crossing light turn on when we go to jog across? Almost every single time now.” There was also a glare from Laura at Art since she knew just how offensive his comment had been. Bit she had always been happy not to wait for the traffic lights to change but it had caught her attention. She didn’t think she had been stopped at one for weeks now. 

“It might be my thought process. I don’t really think of us as different people anymore. We are one family. One group. One super hero cause to make the world a better place. When we were not as close I saw us all as individuals. I can’t say when I started thinking we are going, we will, we have this, we will get here, and other thoughts like that. But it feels right to think those things. I don’t want to be a super hero anymore. I want to be a super hero group fighting together.” The goal to become a hero before his friends had been long cast aside without him or anyone else realizing it. They all thought this way now. 

“Thank you…” Itv was the only words that escaped Art’s mouth after hearing what Asher was thinking. No one else had the words to say anything else. They all felt the same as Art. none of them could say something better or portray their feelings. They were a group that banded together and became more than they ever would be alone. 

A short time passed while they sat at the table before they started to pick at the food in silence while the words settled in. After they had all about dit Jackson found the courage to break the silence. “I wonder what is happening to the luck around us then? If I remember right when Asher makes someone his enemy they get unlucky right? Have we been triggering his super power by accident?” This was a possibility no one had thought of. 

“I doubt it. If that was true then the people that attack my family’s house would have been arrested by tripping in to a whipped pie or some crazy cartoon bad luck.” It sounded fantastical but Art did have a point. The villain group he saw as an enemy was not caught or even showing themselves now. If the bad luck Asher put out spread to them then they would have been caught or worse. 

“Then he had only brought us in to his bubble of weird good luck. So technically Asher had been using a combo with us the entire time.” Jane leaned in to Asher happy to have found this unknown connection. It was more than they had thought in to but technically true. 

“Wait, so does that mean my break throughs in slowing myself and strengthening my mind had some luck backing? We are the best!” Laura found this to be ideal. It meant that the hard training she wanted to do that would challenge her had a better chance at success. 

“We can’t be reckless. But it is good to know that we might not fail in the worst way.” Cara also found that it was better. They had managed to make some very useful combos recently and it was definitely faster than most young groups would be able to do. 

“We also have some pretty great connections and opportunities to learn. I would say there is a slot of luck in that too. I can’t say we always look our best.” Louis couldn’t help but laugh since he remembered some of the rougher times they had trained to their limits. Yet, they had Garnet and coach Winters who were focusing on the group and teaching them very in depth moves and tactics. 

“Hey, I always look my best. Especially when I am kicking your butt!” Sammy was about to flick a piece of pasta at Louis before Cara caught it in the air and ate it. 

“If you waste the best pasta there is I will send you home.” There was a weight in her voice that made them fear her deafening power. Their apologies came quickly while Art smiled like a fool at the other end of the table. 

“So, on that note. Do we want to try and finish the homework for the month tonight? I think we should be able to get it done and then focus on more of the first aid studies we started..” As much as Asger didn’t want to bring down the mood with school work, he knew it was better to stay focused on it. The group needed to stay ahead!