Good Job!

His father had brought him home instantly, he was now awkwardly sat at the dinner table with a windswept appearance in his burger-mart uniform.

"Mark, do you have anything to say to your mother" His father said as they all sat around the table.

Mark nodded "I got my powers" he said with a smile.

Marks mother smiled "That's great honey, how-"

"Mark, explain where I found you." His father interrupted with a stern voice.

For fucks sake.

"Uh, well I was flying around" he said with an awkward chuckle.

His mother looked at his father with furrowed brows not understanding the problem.

"Mark told me on his way back that he quit his job" Nolan said with a clenched jaw, he didn't seem happy about anything today did he?!

His mothers eyes widened "Mark, you know that will be bad for your CV!" she almost shouted.

He sighed.

"I'm gonna be a hero" he said with resolve "I won't need a job" he doesn't have time, he needs to train.

His mother and father looked as if they wanted to suddenly strangle him.

"Let me explain" he said witb raised palms "I become a hero, wait hero's get paid right?" He asked.

Nolan nodded "But your first few months will probably be free, you'll need to wait for a team to either pick you up or for some corporation to sponsor you as a solo."

Mark nodded, he had insane powers. He could convince Cecil to pay him money surely?

"Okay, so I'll become a hero. I mean what else would I do with these powers" he said with a slightly awkward chuckle.

Nolan nodded but his mother didn't seem convinced, she wanted him to get a real steady career.

"That's great son, tomorrow I should be able to help with some training if you want?" His father said with a smile.

Now he was happy, what the fuck?

"Yeah, that would be great, can I go back out to practice my flight?" He asked.

His father nodded before his mother could say anything "Yeah, just take a mask or something okay? And be back before midnight" he said.

Mark grinned "Thanks Dad" saying dad still felt weird.

—-

He had spent the whole night trying to perfect his flight and he would say he had it nailed. He could change direction with ease, he could twist his body around like crazy as he flew which was more for fun.

But he woke up quickly, he was too excited. He quickly got dressed and threw on some random clothes.

His door suddenly opened to his father in his Omni-Man suit. "Come on son, let's get some training in."

—-

They were above their house, "Follow me" he noticed Mark following him better than he expected "Making use of that late night practice I see?" He said with a small smile.

Mark snorted and followed behind the man, his father flew with such ease that it was insane.

He felt like he had it down though, he noticed they were now above a large field. "Land over there" his father said as pointed towards the field they were flying above.

He slowly stopped his momentum and slowly came to a steady landing. "Good job Mark, you gotta practice making that a bit faster though" the words of his bodies father said from above.

Mark nodded, he definitely did. Right now his landing was hesitant, he didn't want to smash into the ground.

The man landed infront of him "Punch me" he said as he gestured towards himself.

Mark didn't hesitate as he threw a practiced punch towards the man with his full strength, he put everything he had into the punch and was aiming for his fathers chest.

When his fist was less than an inch away from the man he suddenly swerved. "Good, didn't hesitate." He said. "Again" he practically ordered.

So Mark stepped in threw a feint hook with his right towards the right side of his fathers body so that he would dodge left and then pulled back his feint and threw his left weaker hand in a straight punch towards the left of his fathers body.

The plan did semi work, his father did move his body to the left but then caught his punch in his palm with ease.

Mark used the leverage and pulled his left hand back with all his strength only for it to stay in the tough, steel grip of the alien in front of him.

He then threw a knee towards the man and it was caught easily in his right hand, mark threw and elbow now that both hands were occupied.

He would use every body part he had possible to fight.

His father simple leaned back out of the way of the sharp elbow. "Good job son, you've got some fire in you."

Omni then pushed his son back a couple feet with ease "But I was thinking something more like this" Marks eyes widened as he tensed every muscle in his body and tried to bring his arms up.

Only for Omni-Mans fist to breakthrough the guard like it was paper and smash into his gut like a cannon.

Mark went flying back and crashed into the ground, he was wheezing as he tried to catch his breath.

He noticed his father didn't seem the slightest bit sympathetic.

Knob.

But as soon as he caught his breath he used all his strength to push off the ground beneath him and shot towards his father, who looked pleasantly surprised.

Mark felt a grin light his face, even after taking the hardest punch of his life he was enjoying the way he felt.

The way his blood rushed, it didn't just rush. It felt like his blood was singing to him.

He dodged under a sudden swipe, clearly his father was going slower on purpose but the feeling of the fist flying above his head instead of into it was exhilarating.

He used the opportunity to throw a hook into the man's gut, only from him to suddenly swerve out the way with ease.

Mark backed away from the man by just jumping a couple steps back.

Then he used his speed to almost blur towards the man and feinted a punch, but just before Omni-Man was about to dodge to the left he pushed off the ground only by a foot or two and then spun with all his strength.

The back of his heel was only inches away from the widened eyes of Omni-Man before his forearm came up to block the sudden spinning kick.

A large shockwave released from the point of contact, Mark quickly flew backwards and landed on the ground below.

"Good job Mark, I even had to block that" the man said with a smile, he probably didn't have to block it at all but he was just trying to motivate him.

He had to admit, it was working.

Mark then flew back towards his father ready to start this fight again.