Chapter 2

The air is heavy with tension as we gather in the living room. Franklin's pacing, Rosa's wringing her hands, and I'm sitting there, unsure if I should say anything. I know why we're having this "family meeting" – it's about that accident. The one with the red beams from my eyes.

Franklin finally stops pacing and takes a deep breath. "Jason, we saw what happened out there. The way you stopped that car. We need to talk about it."

I glance at him, then at Rosa. "I didn't mean to... I didn't know."

Rosa kneels in front of me, her eyes kind. "We're not mad, sweetie. We just want to understand. How did you do it?"

I shrug, my voice small. "I don't really know. It just... happened."

Franklin sits down next to me, his expression serious. "Jason, those powers... they're like something out of a comic book. We've seen things on TV, heard rumors. People with abilities like yours... they attract attention. Sometimes not the good kind."

Rosa adds, her voice soft, "People might want to use you, hurt you, or even study you. We can't let that happen."

I bite my lip, understanding their fear. "So... what do we do?"

Franklin's gaze locks onto mine. "We leave, son. We start fresh, somewhere quiet, away from the city. A place where you can learn to control your powers, without anyone prying."

Rosa's eyes glisten. "We'll go wherever you need us to go, Jason. As long as it keeps you safe."

I nod, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. "But... what about you? Your jobs, your lives..."

Franklin's smile is sad but determined. "We'll figure it out. Our family's what matters. We'll find a way to make it work."

And so, we pack up our lives, leaving behind the hustle and bustle of New York for a quiet countryside. It's not easy, saying goodbye to the only world I've known. But as we settle into our new home, I realize something – this is what family does. They stand by you, protect you, no matter what.

As the days turn into weeks, Franklin and Rosa work tirelessly to build a life for us. They learn new skills, find odd jobs, and do whatever it takes. And I'm right there with them, learning to control my powers, to use them responsibly. It's not easy, but together, we're making it work.

Every day, I'm grateful for their sacrifice, for their love. And as I look out at the rolling hills of our new home, I know that no matter where we are, we're a team. A family that's ready to face whatever challenges come our way.

POV Nick J Fury(Samuel l Jackson)Badass

Director Nick Fury sat in his office at S.H.I.E.L.D., his eye patch glinting in the dim light. He watched the monitors displaying various surveillance footage – a young boy, innocent yet harboring powers that defied explanation. The boy with the red eyes, as eyewitnesses had described him.

Agent Maria Hill entered the room, her expression serious. "Director, we've got more reports coming in about that incident. Witnesses are talking about a kid stopping a car with some kind of energy blast from his eyes."

Fury leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "Powers like that... they're on the watch list."

Agent Coulson, ever the calm presence, chimed in. "The question is, is he a threat or a potential ally? He saved lives, after all."

Fury's eye narrowed. "Powers like that draw attention, Coulson. Sometimes the kind we don't want. People get curious. They want to study, control, exploit."

Maria continued, "We've got leads on where he might be. There's talk of a family that's moved to a rural area, trying to keep a low profile."

Fury drummed his fingers on the desk. "Send a team. I want eyes on the ground, discreet observation. I need to know what we're dealing with."

Coulson leaned forward. "And if he's just a kid with powers, Director? If he's scared, trying to protect himself?"

Fury's gaze was steely. "Then we help him, Coulson. We offer him protection, guidance. But we make sure he knows the stakes."

As agents bustled around, gathering information and preparing for the mission, Fury's mind raced. Powers like these were a double-edged sword – a potential asset to S.H.I.E.L.D., but also a potential threat if left unchecked. He couldn't afford to take any chances.

In the shadows of his office, Fury watched the screens, his thoughts focused on the boy with the red eyes. Whatever this situation held, one thing was certain – the world was changing, and S.H.I.E.L.D. would be there to adapt, to protect, and to ensure that this new force, whether friend or foe, would be handled with the utmost caution and care.