1 Chapter 1

[MC POV]

My name is Matthew Grayson. Currently a 17 years old, just like my twin brother Mark.

And I am in the kitchen, helping Dad with cooking the last few dishes before breakfast is served properly.

Dad, who was wearing his civilian clothes, looked very normal for a guy who could no-sell lift the entire house with a single hand. Just a plain older gentleman, approximately 39-45 years old, with a slight moustache and a very buff build that did not belong to someone his age. Though his true age was unknown.

In the house, we know him as Nolan Grayson. Father, Husband, and Writer surprisingly enough.

Outside and in a particularly durable set of red and white tights, he was known as Omni Man. The strongest hero in the world.

The Superman of this...superhuman-ridden world.

With the same backstory as well, mostly, and only with a few powers lacking. An alien man from the planet Viltrum came to earth in his mid-30s and met a human woman who then had us.

And as his son, one of his only two sons, the possibility of me having his powers was very high. Being half-Viltrumite that I was. Me and my brother. But that was either not gonna happen soon or at all in the extreme case.

Some part of me already expects that it will though, or at least I was hoping that it would. Having powers would be so cool.

Honestly, I still have no single clue about this world other than the very few patisches of previous heroes I knew in a few comic book fictions. I just know that when I wished for something new and powers, I didn't expect to be put in this reality.

But for now, I was just your average simple human boy. Who was a little more in shape than his twin bro and also a bit more clever. In some aspects.

A large and calloused hand was suddenly waved itself in front of my eyes, a hand that could only belong to my father given its size of it, bringing me out of my day dreaming.

"Matt, are you alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, dad. Just...thinking" I replied.

"Okay. About what?"

I hesitated a bit, but spoke up anyway.

"When my powers will finally settle in" I smiled embarrassingly.

"Oh" was all he could say as he looked away.

"Yeah"

I hesitated because the man had also been quite expectant of it from both me and Mark, beginning a few months before our 17th birthdays up until now. I even heard him talking about it with mom just last night.

He sounded so conflicted about it too.

For what reason, I don't know.

Did I feel pressured to urge the powers out? Maybe.

Did I feel a bit disappointed in myself?

A little.

"Well...don't worry about it" Dad finally spoke up more, offering reassurances, "I'm sure it will come soon, especially now that you both should already be going through puberty. Any time now".

His words...I'm not sure if he's reassuring just me, himself, and/or the both of us.

"Yeah...okay" I said, almost with a sigh, switching my mind back to the meal preparation as to not overthink it all over again.

We continued cooking for another minute or so, in peace.

*BEEP* *BEEP*

That was until Dad suddenly got an alert on his phone, a familiar tone that meant a request for his help. He gave one apologetic glance at me before he was gone, moving so far that I couldn't even see him actually leave. Though the air pressure he left behind did clue me into his exit by the door to the backyard.

Leaving behind a gust of wind so strong it nearly flipped the frying pan of the stove. Also leaving an uncooked set of bacon beside a group of perfectly boiled eggs.

_It was his usual thing to do_, I told myself, _Juggling life as a superhero who's always on call must be pretty taxing, on both sides of their lives. Especially since he was the strongest out of all the heroes on Earth_

I covered for him, as usual, and cooked his part of the meals.

"MOM!" Mark's voice rang out from the floor above, a cry of protest.

A small smile crossed my mouth as I got curious about what it was. Maybe I'll ask him about it when we get to school.

A few minutes later and I was done, now it was time to call the family. Not waiting for dad.

****

With a plate full of delicious food on hand and my ass on the couch opposite Mark, I ate my meal. And watched some boring talk show on TV before some {Breaking News} came in Live.

The boring talk show was soon replaced with a Live Feed, a scene of some familiar supers fighting in...

"Is that the White House?" I asked loudly.

"Hmm..." Mark stared at the screen, squinting "I don't know, Matt. It's hard to tell. With all the White columns, the old windows, the large lawn, the iconic-".

"Okay, I get it. You're the King of Sarcasm now, Mark" I interrupted.

He smirked and glued his eyes to the TV afterwards, snarky bastard.

The Live Feed showed us the prime suspects of such an attack, the Mauler Twins. Fighting against them were the Guardians of the Globe, a government sponsored team made up of the best heroes.

This world's literal Justice League's equivalent. Complete with a female warrior from a mystical island full of a race of warrior women, a shape-shifting alien from Mars (allegedly), a literal fisherman (half-fish, half-man) who is the King of some underwater civilization also named Atlantis, a woman who flies around in a green costume, a black guy with really cool gadgets and excellent fighting skills, and another Superman analogue who looked very much like Abraham Lincoln. Who might actually be Abraham Lincoln, if one believes the rumours.

I knew their names, of course.

War Woman, Martian Man, Aquarus, Green Ghost, Dark Wing, and the Immortal.

Everyone in the world does at this point. They were mostly American heroes though, with a few exceptions to the 'alien' and fishman, but I struggle to see why they would have two flying bricks in one superhero group though.

{As you can see, the scene is absolute chaos as the Mauler Twins face off against the Guardians of the Globe...}

The reporter continued narrating the entire thing as it went on. I mostly kept my mouth shut and analyzed the heroes and villains while also waiting for dad to show up.

I saw mom walking down the stairs, already changed and looking professional in her work clothes.

A woman of great authority, my mom Debbie Grayson. She was the main earner of the family, being the main go to Real Estate agent around these parts.

"Dad's saving the White House again, mom" I said to her as she passed.

"Alone?" Mom asked, stopping behind me to watch the Live Feed.

"Guardians are there too" Mark answered.

"Who are they fighting?" she asked, stopping to glance at the TV.

"Mauler Twins, mom" I answered.

"Ugh. Looks like we won't be getting breakfast together this morning, bummer" Mom rolled her eyes.

Oh. That is actually kind of a bummer. Dad mostly added to our meals to make up for not being around much. I was expecting some fresh seafood dishes from Japan too. Or at least something fresh from the Carribeans.

_Damn, my tastes have changed_

"It's the White House, mom. Kind of important?" Mark reasoned.

"Oh, they rebuild that thing almost twice a year at this point. If it's not Doc Seismic, it's the Lizard League or someone else. I even doubt the President lives there anymore" Mom nonchalantly dismissed the topic as she went to the kitchen.

The News Feed finally finished with a complete visppctory in the Guardians side as dad helped out at the last moment.

"With dad around, nothing really seems to be in much danger" I commented.

"Well, that's cuz dads the--"

"Strongest Hero in the Planet, yes. Heard it the last few hundred times from you and everyone else" I finished my meal and stood, heading towards the washer.

As I ignored the middle finger thrown at me from behind, and enjoyed the short lecture my mom gave Mark as she apparenrly saw it, I noticed dad flying in from the backyard door.

Fully Costumed and All.

"Hey, dad. You're..." I looked at the Live Feed, which was showing the Guardians finishing up the fight.

"The fight was done and I was hungry" he said with a plain expression.

"Had a good fight?"

"So and so" he nodded thoughtfully for a moment.

"Anyway, I'm not too late. I'm gonna shower" he then said, walking towards the bathroom.

"Not so fast. Come here first" Mom stopped him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards her.

I looked away, already knowing what's about to happen. As someone who went through most of life before coming here, I was mature. Ish.

When the sounds of smooching filled the room, Mark groaned in protest like any awkward teenager our age would.

"Don't make me get the spray bottle" Mark said, annoyed.

The smooching stopped, "Now, lets get you out of that costume" Mom said out loudly and seductively...

...Then again hearing those from one parents mouths does still make even me a bit uncomfortable. Especially since what comes after it really wasn't something unwanted to hear, or see, or even think of.

I silently held back the cringe, Mark wasn't so tolerant.

"Boundaries, people!" he said, standing up from the couch.

"Bathroom doors are closed for a reason, and parents should never EVER to talk about sex in front of their kids!" he continued.

I agreed. Whole heartedly. But what the hell was that about bathroom doors?

"You should be overjoyed to see your parents PASSIONATELY expressing their love to each other" Mom replied.

"Matt, back me up here will you?" Mark asked.

"I'm just...gonna wash the dishes" I make my exit from the whole scene and scurried towards the kitchen.

"C'mon man!" Mark replied.

"Stop griping over it, and get ready for school. Both of you. And I'll handle the dishes, Matt. Just go" Mom said.

"Okay" I put down the dishes and walked past my parents, following Mark as he mopped his way up the stairs and towards his room. Which was right next mine.

"Couldn't you both atleast wait until we got out of the house...or for COLLEGE?" Mark continued his complaint.

Mom and Dad ignored it and went back to...flirting.

Oh~kay, I am officially uncomfortable now.

"So what were you thinking for breakfast? Paris?" Mom asked Dad.

"Actually, I was pulling for that little cafe in Berlin. I've been jonesing for those sausages" Dad replied.

Oh, Best Wurst I hate that place. Especially those sausages. Ugh.

"Aw man, you guys are going to Best Wurst?! I love that place!" Mark complained again.

I smirked and went ahead of him.

"You've got school. When your powers kick in, you can go on your own" Dad told him.

I stopped, listening in to the convo.

"Salt on the wound, Dad" Mark angrily retorted before walking away.

"It should be due any day now. Even the late bloomers on Viltrum will get their powers before what would be their 18th birthday. You'll see" Dad explained.

Mark angrily walked past me, opening his door with a strong swing and slamming it behind him.

"Matt" Dad called.

"I know, Dad" I smiled and walked to my room.

Preparing for school.

****

I went out the door first and waited for Mark, who quickly followed.

The bus was already 50 meters away from the house, so we were just on time. Like usual.

"Bye! Have fun!" Mark said loudly as he closed the door behind him.

I shook my head, "Have fun? Really?" I teased.

"Shut up" he said right back.

We walked down the path and heard a *whoosh* right above us. Looking up, we saw Dad once again flying away from the house.

"Huh, must be another emergency"

"Yeah...or he could be getting those sausages" Mark replied.

I looked at him and saw him staring at his own hand, closed it to a fist, raised it up to the sky, and watched him jump as high as he could.

If he was trying for a 'suddenly discovers his powers' cliche moment from the comic books, he was pretty much failing at making it look cool. And the subsequent repeat jumps after the first did not make it better.

"What are you doing?" I asked, making my look of amusement apparent.

"Just trying...something" he said.

"Dad said--"

"I know what Dad said, Matt!" he shouted at me.

Not disturbed by it, I maintained my look as he slowly cooled down from whatever that suddenly was.

"Sorry.." he said.

"It's okay. If you were anyone else other than my brother, I would've kicked your ass" I warned.

Mark snorted, obviously finding it a joke.

"But I understand what you're feeling. Cuz I feel it too"

I look at my own hand, squeezing it tight. Imagining myself with dad's powers. Flight, SuperStrength, SuperSpeed, Nigh-Invulnerabiliry, the works. Even I couldn't help but feel impatient about at the prospect of having it.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, Mark looked at me sympathetically. I nodded to him.

The school bus pulled up in front of the house not a moment later.

"C'mon, lets go. Don't wanna be late"