Thank God

Debbie and Nolan had barely slept, Nolan felt like he should be sleeping but honestly he felt worried.

He scowled.

His son was a Viltrumite, they should both be glad to die for the betterment of the empire, but something inside of Nolan was just rejecting that idea.

The idea of his son dying…it was oddly chilling.

He needed to ignore that line of thought, he and his son were proud Viltrumites.

He clenched his jaw, at least he had fully healed and made a recovery. He would be returning home soon and out of the eyes of the damn GDA.

—-

Debbie was watching the door to his room with tired eyes, she had practically done this the whole night.

Mark, he just wasn't like her husband. He was sweet and soft, he was like her. She laughed to herself as she thought about him trying to negotiate peace between him and the aliens.

Her eyes slid to her husband and reached out to his hand, it amazed her how he couldn't feel a thing when a villain punched him but her touch seemed to work just fine.

She felt a soft smile rise on her face as his hand turned over and greatly encased her own.

It flabbergasted her still how gentle Nolan could be, he had the strength to throw mountains but would hold her fragile hand without an ounce of fear of losing control.

She loved that about him, his self control.

She sighed as her thoughts went back to Mark.

Mark had always been gentle.

—-

He had taken a page out of his fathers book here but it really was the simplest way to get home. He was currently with his left hand holding what used to be a large occupied building above the heads of scientists that were quickly typing into computers below.

He couldn't tell anyone how long he had been here, mainly because he didn't know. He lost time a couple weeks in, he had to at least be here for six months is his best possible guess.

He looked around him, in that time he had decimated every city on this planet, by the time he had done that the Flaxans were already rebuilding.

So he destroyed them again, again and again. He had been eating whatever the Flaxans counted for food which was this odd sweet smoothie like substance in large jars.

He would kill for some greasy takeaway right now.

He looked around the planet one more time before he left, it was…it was an awful planet. Ugly with zero real nature he's honestly not surprised the Flaxans turned out to be pricks.

He had learned a tiny bit of Flaxan in his time here, two words in particular.

'The Bird' is what they started to call him, it was a cool name but it confused him, he made sure to take off any bird themes from Nightwings suit.

Maybe because he could fly?

As he was about to start thinking again the portal opened and he dropped the large building and went through the portal with a yawn emerging from his throat.

—-

Mark got home quickly, honestly his flight had improved so much it was actually amazing. He could take tight corners so much easier and faster in the city, he just felt so much better, stronger.

He felt even better as he walked into his home with a large bag of some random greasy takeaway he came across.

Gods this would be good.

He started to stuff his poor face mercilessly and got so absorbed in the flavours on his tongue that he didn't even notice the door behind him open.

He did notice the sudden gasp and turned around to see his parents. He groaned in annoyance and turned back to his food.

He was hungry, he hadn't eaten proper food in months if they even think of interfering he will-

"Mark, your back!" Debbie said as she tried to throw herself at the starving boy but was held back by her husband.

"Debbie let him eat, I know how hungry a mission makes you." Nolan said with a smile evident in his tone.

For the first time ever, and possibly the last time ever.

Mark thanked God for Omni-Man and started to stuff his face again.