"It's - I mean, it depends on what you'd call super and what you'd call a hero, I guess - look, I'm just a guy." He ducks his head and turns up the street toward the signs of foliage that mark the edge of Central Park. "We fight what other people can't."

There's something really bizarrely reassuring in her words. He kicks at the line between two panels in the sidewalk and says, quietly, "Thanks."