Kebab

They were all sat around a dinner table eating, Mark honestly didn't care what food he ate as long as it was normal he was happy.

"So, Mark what were the aliens like?" His mother asked with a small smile.

"Uh, they were understanding about the whole don't attack earth again" he said with a chuckle as he took a sip of his drink.

"Oh really? How did you convince them?" Debbie asked innocently not knowing Mark had to come up with a lie.

"Well it was quite easy, uh first of all me and the emperor had a fight. Then I won his title and turned them away from war and towards peace." He said casually not noticing the wide eyed stare of his mother and the suspicious one from his father.

"Ma-Mark you were an Emperor?" His mother asked with wide eyes.

Oh for fucks sake.

"Yeah, it was pretty easy, I was just telling them 'do this, do that' they learned English too" he said as he was trying to make sure he didn't get caught in his own lies.

Suddenly before his mother could speak Cecil opened the front door and walked into living room.

Nolan felt a frown tugging at his face.

"Nolan, I'm sorry to bother you so quickly but he's back" he said as he pointed towards a projection against a wall showing a figure in space.

Allen!

"Oh, yeah I'll go deal with him" Nolan said as he stood and streched lightly.

"No, you were just injured and you went to space-" Debbie started to argue but Mark cut it short.

"I'll go" he said confidently "It'll save my dad the hassle" he explained when all three people in the room looked at him.

Debbie was about to object but Nolan spoke first "Good, he's not that tough. Mark will be able to send him back"

Mark nodded and turned to Cecil who looked conflicted but nodded in acceptance.

"So dad how do I breathe in space?" He asked as he turned to his father, it would be weird if he knew already.

His father smiled "That's the neat part, you don't"

—-

Invincible took a large breath of air then burst into the stars above at an incredible speed, he was turning in a constant circle waiting for-

His eyes swivelled to the flash of orange and he blocked a punch from the humanoid one eyed cyclops thing.

He was sent flying back, he flew back toward the alien and sent a hook towards his jaw that he blocked but Allen didn't see the knee that was sent flying into his gut.

Allen flew backwards to gain some space 'Hey-Hey I see, you've gotten rid of the moustache' he said into Marks head which was an odd feeling.

'Uh, no I'm a different guy' he thought back at the one eyed alien who stopped and nodded before flying back at him with a fist pulled back.

Mark waited for the alien to punch, dodged to the left and grabbed his outstretched arm and threw him into the moon with a massive crash that left boulders the size of cars floating away from the moon.

Before he recovered Mark sent himself flying towards the alien and punched him in the face.

He had proved to himself he could beat the alien, so time to talk.

'Hey, can I get a timeout?' He asked in his head to the alien.

The surprised alien nodded and sat down on a large boulder 'So where's the other guy?' Allen asked.

'Oh that's my father, I'm kinda taking over the protector of Earth thing' he thought towards the Alien who nodded.

And while Allen was nodding his single eye widened 'Wait, uh Urath did you say?'

'Uh, no it's Earth' Mark thought back to the man, glad he noticed.

Allen looked down at a screen 'Shit, this is definitely not Urath?' He thought back.

Mark shook his head in the negative 'No, this is definitely Earth' Mark then watched in slight amusement as Allen suddenly flew off in a panic.

'I'm gonna get so fired' was the last thing Mark heard as Allen left in a rush.

Mark turned to Earth, his eyes widened from the beauty of his planet.

His Planet.

His People.

—-

He landed into the outskirts of London, he looked around his old life's city. He sighed in nostalgia as he walked around streets he remembered.

But he was here for one reason.

He walked upto the Kebab van, he was the only customer. It wasn't late enough for most of his customers.

Most of his customers being drunk and or hungover teenagers.

"Can I get a Doner Kebab?" He asked the man who got straight to making the food.

He hasn't had a kebab in a while, he just had a sudden craving for one.

Not a proper one but one from some greasy kebab van that uses the cheapest most cancer ridden food found by man.

And as he looked at the food in his hands he almost cried in sheer joy.

He then took a bite of the nostalgic food and cringed.

Way better while drunk.