Sounds like the Adidas and Puma (Dassler brothers) story.

Third brother is the youngest by like 4 years and the other two brothers are only 2 years apart. Nobody actually has superpowers but the oldest brother just secretly fell into some money and is a bit crazy and impulsive.

I’d watch that! Make it a limited series!

…so basically Metal Gear Solid with fewer steps and some comic relief.

Lore accurate sibling:

The plot of the Daniel Craig Bond movies in a nutshell.

this is a lot like US politics but instead of the mayor, it’s the people.

My both brothers what?

The crowd outside City Hall was screaming, which meant Leo’s cue was coming up.

I stood on the roof of the First National Bank, adjusting my neon-blue cape. It was a bit tight around the shoulders, but it popped beautifully against the morning sky. Down in the plaza, a massive cloud of purple smoke erupted. Out strode Apex, the Scourge of Oakhaven—otherwise known as my younger brother, Leo, wearing a leather trench coat he’d bought on sale at the mall.

“Citizens of Oakhaven!” Leo bellowed into a modified megaphone, pitching his voice an octave lower than normal. “Your precious infrastructure belongs to me!”

Right on cue, the glass doors of City Hall burst open. Out walked the Mayor. Our oldest brother, Marcus.

Marcus looked like he was about to have a stroke. His tie was slightly askew, and he was clutching a clipboard like a shield. “Apex!” Marcus yelled, his voice cracking slightly. “Cease this madness at once! The city budget cannot afford another park bench replacement!”

I took a deep breath, leaped off the roof, and activated my gravity boots. I landed with a loud, theatrical boom right between Leo and Marcus.

“Fear not, Mr. Mayor!” I shouted, tossing my hair for the news cameras. “Apex shall not terrorize Oakhaven while Vanguard is on duty!”

Leo smirked under his obsidian visor. “Ah, Vanguard,” he sneered, though I could hear the absolute glee leaking through his voice changer. “You’re too late. I have rigged the city’s main water fountain to spray… sparkling water!”

Marcus gasped. “The pH balance of the local ecosystem!” “Let’s settle this, Apex,” I said, dropping into a fighting stance. We charged at each other. To the untrained eye of the Oakhaven public, it was a brutal, high-stakes clash of titans. In reality, it was a highly choreographed routine we had practiced in our mom’s backyard.

Leo swung a wildly telegraphed left hook. I ducked, leaned close, and whispered, “Did you remember to record Marcus’s face?”

“Yeah, the drone is hovering by the clock tower,” Leo whispered back as I grabbed his arm and fake-flipped him over my shoulder. He hit the pavement with a loud groan, rolling perfectly to absorb the impact. “He looked like he was gonna cry when I mentioned the benches.”

“Excellent,” I said. I flew into the air, gathered a ball of harmless static electricity in my palms, and threw it at his feet. It flashed brightly, creating a massive cloud of harmless white smoke.

“You haven’t seen the last of me, Vanguard!” Leo yelled, running full speed into an alleyway where his getaway scooter was parked.

I landed, dusted off my knees, and turned to Marcus, who was leaning against a pillar, rubbing his temples. “Another victory for justice, Mr. Mayor,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.

Marcus looked up at me, completely exhausted. “Thank you, Vanguard. But please, next time, try to direct the plasma blasts away from the municipal flower beds. The tulips just started blooming.”

“The city is safe, Marcus. That’s what matters,” I said, accidentally using his real name.

Marcus blinked, staring at me. “What did you call me?”

“Uh,” I stammered, coughing into my fist. “I said, the city is safe, Market… values are stable. Take care, citizen!”

I blasted off into the sky before he could question it further, flying straight toward our secret lair—which was actually just the basement of Leo’s apartment.

Ten minutes later, I threw open the basement door. Leo was already out of the trench coat, sitting in a spinning chair with a bag of sour gummies, pulling up the drone footage on his monitor.

“Look at his face right here,” Leo cackled, zooming in on Marcus’s terrified expression when the purple smoke first hit. “He literally clutches his chest. He thought his approval rating was going to drop by ten points.”

“This is our best work yet,” I laughed, tossing my cape onto the couch and grabbing a soda from the mini-fridge. “The sparkling water threat was a nice touch.”

“We’ve been running this bit for six months, and he still hasn’t figured it out,” Leo said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. “Remember when I ‘stole’ the statue from the park and it was just in his garage the whole time?”

“Classic.” I leaned over his shoulder, watching the playback. “So, what’s the plan for next week? Are you going to hold the library hostage?”

“Even better,” Leo grinned, tapping a few keys to bring up a digital blueprint. “I’m going to threaten to turn the municipal golf course into a giant laser tag arena. He’ll lose his mind.”

“Brilliant,” I agreed. “I’ll start working on my monologue about the sanctity of local recreation.”

Courtesy of Google AI

Plot twist: it turns out to be a ploy for the three to make boatloads of money