Everything with the Teen Team wrapped up for the day—joining them part-time, cracking jokes during introductions, the whole deal.
Now, I was out in the city, the sun dipping low as evening settled in. It was around 6 p.m., and I'd stopped at a little corner store to grab some sweets.
The cashier handed me a bag of sugary goodies—candy bars, some gummies, a couple of those swirly lollipops I couldn't resist.
I paid with some cash I'd snagged from a thug a while back, thanked the guy, and stepped outside, popping a gummy into my mouth as I leaned against the wall.
While I chewed, my mind wandered to Mark—Invincible, or at least the kid who'd become him. If my memory of the show was right, it was around now that he'd get his powers.
Episode 1, Season 1—he'd be taking out the trash after school, throw the bag, and whoosh, it'd soar way too far.
By 6 p.m., he'd probably be home, sitting at dinner with his family, blurting out the big news: "Hey, Mom, Dad, I've got powers!" His dad, Omni-Man, would nod, all proud and stoic, promising to train him starting tomorrow morning.
But Mark, being a kid who'd waited his whole life for this, wouldn't be able to sleep. Too excited. So, at midnight, he'd sneak out to test it.
I pictured it clear as day—he'd climb out his window, heart pounding, and jump off the ground in their backyard.
First try, maybe a wobble, but then he'd shoot up, flying into the sky, grinning like an idiot as he felt the wind rush past him. That's how it went in the show, anyway.
I wasn't 100% sure it'd play out exactly like that here—things could be off—but it felt right. I popped another sweet into my mouth, the sugar melting on my tongue. Guess I'll find out tonight.
….
Time skipped ahead to midnight. The city was quiet now, streetlights buzzing softly as I teleported to a suburban neighborhood in Baltimore, Maryland, where Mark's family lived.
The show and comics never gave an exact address, but it was always this cozy, quiet residential area, houses with neat lawns and picket fences.
I landed in the middle of the neighborhood, standing on a dark street between rows of homes. No one was around—just crickets chirping and the faint glow of TVs through a few windows. I figured this was close enough. My Six Eyes would do the rest.
I focused, letting all six of them blink open. With my six eyes it is like the world lit up in a way normal eyes could never catch.
Heat signatures, tiny movements, even the faint hum of energy—I could sense it all. Mark would be easy to spot.
A kid jumping around, maybe stumbling, then suddenly rocketing into the sky? My Six Eyes would pick him up the second he tried to fly.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets, a half-eaten candy bar dangling from my mouth, and waited, grinning to myself.
'Time to meet the future ——.'
….
It was past midnight—12:37 a.m., to be exact—when my Six Eyes picked up something. I was standing in the quiet Baltimore neighborhood, munching on a candy bar, when they flared to life.
A figure zipped into the sky, clumsy but fast, and I zeroed in. It was a kid, flying in nothing but pajama pants—no shirt, just bare skin against the cold night air.
'That's gotta be Mark,' I thought, grinning as I tossed the candy wrapper aside.
He was a few kilometers away, near his house, judging by the direction. I didn't waste time—teleported right up into the sky, above the clouds, where I could see him clear as day.
There he was, a young guy with messy black hair, wobbling through his first flight. His arms flailed a bit, but he was getting the hang of it, soaring higher with every second.
The smile on his face—it was pure joy, like a kid who'd dreamed of flying every night since he was little, and now that dream was real.
I floated there, hands in my pockets, watching him. Poor guy doesn't know what's coming after tonight—near-death fights left and right. Enjoy this while it lasts, kid.
Mark, caught up in the thrill, pushed himself even higher. He was climbing fast—too fast. I saw it before he did: an airplane cutting through the night, its lights blinking.
He was right in its path, and he couldn't steer yet. "No, no, no, no, ah no!" he shouted, voice cracking as he flailed, trying to dodge.
The plane whooshed past, missing him by a hair—no damage, just a close call. But the rush of it, the adrenaline or whatever kicked in, sent him rocketing upward.
Way too high. He broke through layers of atmosphere, panic setting in as the air thinned. I could see it on his face—he was freaking out, almost in space now.
A few seconds later, his eyes fluttered shut, body going limp. He'd passed out, and then he started falling, tumbling back toward his house like a stone.
I knew the show—he'd wake up just before hitting the ground, instincts kicking in to save him. But I wasn't taking chances.
I teleported below him, matching his fall, and as he got close, I reached out and snagged him by the waistband of his pajamas.
I caught him, stopping him mid-air before he could crater the road. His pants stretched tight—oops, maybe grabbed a little too hard—but he didn't crash.
Mark's eyes blinked open, groggy at first. He looked down, saw he wasn't splattered on the pavement, then up at his pajamas, stretched tight in my grip.
His gaze landed on me—white hair, glowing blue eyes, floating there with a big dumb grin. "Hey, kid," I said, chuckling as I held him up like a caught fish. "First flight, I assume?"
He just stared, mouth half-open, dangling in the air by his pants. I could tell his brain was still catching up—passed out one second, saved by some random guy the next.
Welcome to the superhero life, Mark.
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A/N: with this we have meet the protagnist of Invincible show. So, what do u think i'm thinking of making him join team teen now even though he will do that when eve take him to team teen.
And should i do a time skip to directly when omni man Boom the Guardians of the globe.