John had gotten the invite last week while he was sleeping in a field down in Rhode Island. He had been skeptical at first. Heroes weren't around much anymore. People with powers tended to just keep to themselves. Fight small crime here and there, but no one really wanted the not so glamorous life of a superhero. It wasn't all it was cracked up to be to most. But John had gone to New York anyways. He had wanted to see the city for a while and he figured he could check out the place while he was at it. So, he walked up to the building, messenger bag slung over his shoulder, containing his few clothes. He took a moment, summoning a small, telekinetic field that would protect him from anyone trying to sneak up on him. Then he pushed open the door and followed the sound of voices. "Looks like I'm in the right place," he muttered to himself, catching words like hero and villain in their conversation. He walked into the room with the people, looking around. There were a ton of guys, a turtle, and a blonde woman who was about his age, fixing them all with an icy glare. "So I'm going to assume this is HeroCon? I didn't see a sign, but based on the giant turtle, along with your very moving speech," John said, gesturing to Leo and the woman, "I figured it out on my own."