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Her family were ass holes. Her family were Superheroes and they never told her! Well it sorta made sense. Mirabel did not have a power and yet to move out the nursery. Yet everyone else had. She found this put when she fell into a hatch. They were out fighting crime and it didn't take long before realising who each member was.
Alma - Matriarch
Pepa - Weather Master
Bruno (long gone) - Time Sand
Juileta - Alchemist
Isabele - Flower Power
Dolores - Soundwave
Luisa - Her-Cules
Camilo - Chamilo
Antonio - Animal Whisper
The little shits had left her out of it so she was certainly going to make them pay. Be a villain. It was the only way. She got up and ran out and went up to the nursery and packed. 'Fuck them.' They had forgotten her birthday five times and forgotten quinceanera and were now trying to cover it up saying they would do a sweet sixteen. Bull shit the lot of it! Tears had begun to streak down her face as she packed and left. She ran down a hill tripping and falling into some mud. She looked up and saw her family returning. "Fuck you, all of you," she muttered.
She slept in an abandoned storage facility down by some docks. She found old robotic parts in it. Nothing special, but still useful. She constructed a small arm mounted weapon. It was no Iron Man but it was a start. She tested it on a metal container and it knocked it over. "Heh, this might be good. Should probably get some money. That would probably help." So Mirabel opened her laptop and began hacking into a bank's ATMS. If she typed in a certain code it would give her so much money.
The next day the plan went off without a hitch. So she put the money away back at her base. She then tinkered with her weapon as the doors to the base opened. "This better be worth it," a man said. Mirabel mounted her weapon and grabbed a gun labelled "This will send people flying!" "Everyone piss off! This is my place," Mirabel shouted. "Someone already stole this shit?" "Yeah me, well it's not stolen but still my claim!" "Well shit, this is taken. But if you want some nice shit, meet us under the Brooklyn Bridge tomorrow with all ya money and we'll sell ya some nice shit.
When Mirabel showed up at the meeting she found some mice weapons on sale. "Okay, ya see the big one. That's an alien bazooka, runs on an arc reactor but unreliable on anything else. The small handheld one is a plasma blaster. Basic energy shot. We got these gauntlets. I use 'em they're good. Would recommend." "I'll take it all. Mirabel handed over the entire bag. They handed a dollar back she took all the weapons (via the van) back to her base. Over the next week she studied them and put someone together representing an Iron Man armour. "I need a power source. Magic. I'll use magic. Heh heh, they won't know what's coming."