Calm Before The Storm (Invincible Start)

(Carter Davenport Grayson POV)

" I am never going to get used to this feeling."  Raising my hand in front of my eyes, I noticed how detailed they were, as if my regular sight these days were magnifying glasses all on their own.

"Carter, it's time to get up! Mark is already downstairs." Looking over to the door, I reflexively activated my X-ray vision and saw my new mother in this world. 

"I'll be right there, Mom; I'm just finishing up on a project." The knocking at my door ceases as my mother, who is going to take some time to get used to her head, walks away to what I assume is the restroom.

Sitting up on the bed, I looked at my right hand in a fist and felt its strength just from this light grip. 

It felt as if I could shadow this entire house if I took a step wrong. Yet, as I got to my feet, I slowly stepped onto the ground. As I did so, I looked at my wardrobe, and without even meaning to, I had already appeared right next to it.

Looking at my choice and clothing, I am reminded of how much of a nerd I was or still am. After putting on a decent set of clothes, I did my daily ritual of brushing my teeth, and then I proceeded to break the toothbrush as I tried to pick it up.

I almost winked at the fact that I broke a toothbrush just by meaning to touch it, but before I could think any further, a small thought appeared in my mind—a test, so to speak.

Focusing my mind, I looked at the toothbrush, and using my telekinesis, I physically recombined its molecular structure back into place. As the toothbrush fitted itself back together, I could hear the individual molecules stitching themselves back together, almost like tearing paper times 1000.

Reaching for the toothbrush, I grip it in my hand and focused on my exercises that I did with Wayne, and after reaching for the toothpaste, I applied the same amount of pressure as I usually would, and thankfully the container did not explode as I did not want to dirty my bathroom.

"Yo Carter, Mom needs you downstairs." As he says this, he walks into my room. After seeing me in the bathroom, he approaches, and thanks to my telekinetic senses, I can tell that he has not gained any powers yet.

Putting my toothbrush down, I left the bathroom after putting on the rest of my clothing. As he looked at me, I gave him a bit of a question: "Something wrong, Mark?"

" No, it's nothing. It just feels as if I'm looking at Dad right now. Maybe your choice in clothing," Mark says as he gives me an observing gaze while placing two fingers into a picture frame-like look.

"You do know that Dad was invited to many fashion shows, even if they didn't know his identity. Besides, the man's got style." Mark just chuckles as he pats me on the shoulder.

"No, but seriously, Carter, are you good? It usually doesn't take this long to head back downstairs." With a more serious look, I gave him a nod, and he let go of my shoulder. He turned to leave the room .

"I'll be down in a second. I just needed to finish a couple more things. We can't leave William and Amber waiting now, can we?"  The latter's name elicited a bit of a misstep on Mark's part as he turned around, gave me a small glare, and then the middle finger.

With a small smile on my face, I give myself a bit more of a once-over. It's still a wonder how a face can be so empty of flaws.  Shaking my head, I leave my delusions of actually being desirable after grabbing my school bag and the rest of my stuff. I leave the room and head downstairs. 

"Look alive, Carter. You're going to be graduating soon. Are you excited?" Debbie says while placing her earrings on.

" Mom, come on. You already know Carter's ready. I mean, if it wasn't for the fact that you kept him in school, he would've already finished years ago."  The jump chain has provided me with sufficient backstory of my intellect, as based on my memories, I seemed to be a straight student. Thankfully, my history hasn't shown anything on the level of super genius to cause any worry among many global organizations. 

Before I could respond, I saw on television the story of the Mauler twins attempting to break into the White House.

Feeling a hand on my face, I look to see Debbie or Mom again. I'm still going to have to get used to that, as she says in a more concerned tone, "Are you okay, son? You seem out of it today."

" Yeah, I'm just trying to understand why those two would be breaking into the White House of all places. For suppose geniuses, you would think they could choose their targets better."  Mark then turns his attention to the television as Debbie seems placated with the answer.

"Anyway, Mark, we better get going. It seems like the bus is here".  Mark, then noticing the bus quickly grabs his bag and hugs Debbie to which I do the same, which actually seems to weird her out as I make a mental note not to do that again.

After exiting the house, I close the door, and Mark and I get on the bus and sit down. Thankfully, you were pretty early on the bus schedule, so there are only a few people who are still asleep.

After sitting down on the seat opposite Mark, I felt the vibration in my pocket, to which I noticed my phone ringing. After seeing the number, I answered it.

" It seems the transfer went smoothly, and I hope you know who I am, sir?" my monopoly man asks from what I assume to be my new office in this world.

" Yes, I did, but I am not going to be able to head over there just yet. Do you think you could take over for me for a while?" I could practically feel Thomas's excitement from the other end.

" Sir, capitalism is my pride and joy. I would be happy to take temporary control of the company. Just let me know when you want to visit, especially with those new powers of yours. We wouldn't want you breaking any floors. Have a nice day."  Mark snorts in amusement.

" Bro, who is that on the phone?" Mark asks as he scrolls through his social media feeds.

" A friend of mine. He asked if I needed a break on the project we were working on." I answer after placing my phone back in my bag.

But instead of further questioning what I was talking about, Mark asked, "Wait, wait, wait, wait. You have friends?" Raising a brow at him, he looked away while whistling to himself.

Sitting back in my chair, I wait for the bus to pick up the rest of the students before heading to high school. But not before asking Mark one last question.

" Hey Mark, if you were to become a superhero, what would your name be?"  After placing his head on his chin in a thinker-like pose, only one name came out of his mouth.

" Well, bro, when I get my powers, I think I'll pick the name Invincible."  At this point, I could almost hear the title card music.

(By the way, feel free to send any pictures or comments on what you may want my character to do or his costume to look like also remember, I am not a good writer so if I get some things wrong, do not crucify me.)