Turn One is here. Exposition ho!
The man in the black suit adjusts his tie and clears his throat, making sure he has everybody's attention. He glances at a paper in his hand, and, clearly bored, he speaks.
"Hello, my name is Waylon Brown. I'm sorry to disturb your recoveries, but I represent the Federal Department of Supernatural and Paranormal Affairs." He clears his throat again, leaving time for his words to sink in. Supernatural and paranormal? "We believe the unfortunate incident at the Ace building earlier today was the work of a group of terrorists calling themselves The Six. Previous attacks by The Six have left many of their survivors... altered.
"Though there were other survivors this time, the five of you are the only people to show signs of this alteration. The speed at which your injuries healed, for example. The FDSPA has other ways of telling, as well. As you most likely know, actual 'superpowers' are exceedingly rare, accounting for approximately four percent of all known 'superheroes'. The rest use powered armour or physical training to accomplish their ends." He clears his throat as you realize what he's getting at. The man seems to be more interested in what he's saying now.
"The city of Aventin currently has no sanctioned 'superheroes' working here full-time. Not counting the odd vigilante, of course. Now, in the wake of the attack on the Ace building, the FDSPA has recognized an uncommon opportunity to offer all of you a job. We would, of course, provide facilities, equipment, and training for your newfound abilities." He waves off a question from one of the others. "We'll get to your new abilities later. In return for the sanction of the FDSPA, we obviously expect that the five of you would follow any orders we give you. Don't worry, though. Most days you would be free to patrol the streets at your leisure. This would be your new full-time job, by the way. We've already done the paperwork making sure you all died in the blast today." He clears his throat yet again, and you wonder if he has a cold. "I'm going to leave the room, and give you the opportunity to discuss amongst yourselves. When I return I would prefer a consensus, my superiors really want all of your services."
The man in the black suit leaves. You wonder if any of what he just said is true - you don't feel any different, certainly not as if you've gained superpowers.