Check on My Squad

After conquering every peak from the sofa to the kitchen sink, I strode back across the carpet and hopped smoothly up onto the bookshelf. My silent comrades were standing right where I left them, frozen in their neat row. I walked straight up to that green-armored friend from day one, gave his shoulder a firm, confident pat, and leaned an arm casually across his rigid armguard. Leaving them behind to explore was fine, but a true powerhouse never forgets his crew. I kicked back against a heavy book spine right beside them, perfectly at ease—nah, we’d win.