#mark is denser than osmium im sorry to report

[knullanon]

Platonic yandere Grayson family (invincible) adopted a teenager (enby?) who survived a attack on their city. Later on the teen gets powers through a freak accident. Have fun!

a/n: yeah for sure! I'm treating the ask in past tense in the story, but its still the same! it's just more about the relationship between the family! hope yall like it!

Flying Lessons

summary: you never thought in a million years that you would be able to fly, and yet here you were, being taught by mark on how to do a barrel roll mid-flight. at least it's fun, right?

words: 1972

warnings: death of minor characters, an allergic reaction is mentioned, lmk if I missed any!

Mark was not an asshole. You've been telling yourself this for a very long- well, maybe not that long, but just a little longer than you would've liked. In fact, for the last week, you've been repeating it to yourself over and over.

Mark is not an asshole. Mark does not mean to be an asshole. He's stubborn, yes, he doesn't get things at first glance, yes. But he is a sweet guy. A sweet guy who doesn't have a mean bone in his body, but by god was he dense.

In fact, your first day at the Grayson household, he respected you, asked about you, how you were doing, which room would you like, and even made you something. And even if it wasn't edible, it was still a nice gesture.

Shit, he even helped you carry your stuff (or, at least what was left from your old house) into your room. You even remember the little necklace he got you. He joked that the rock inside it was "from space", and while you used to think he was just shitting himself (for a superhero) you soon came to realize he was completely right.

"________, you almost got it! Just fly up to the roof and then land easy!"

Mark was not an asshole. He just didn't understand that this was not natural for you.

You felt like a balloon that a child had let go, and now you were floating up into the sky, without a care to the world.

Looking back down, you realize you were getting faster at flying, even if you didn't know how. You tried to mimic the feeling of before, and it worked. So basically, if you just had that feeling of being deep in thought, you would be able to go faster, and to go slower, you would just stop thinking about it.

Great info. Would have come in handy 5 minutes ago, when you couldn't even get up off the floor.

An excited shout made you turn towards the empty parking lot, to a happy Mark waving at you and smiling like an idiot. Turning back towards the buildings roof, which was approaching at a much faster speed than you would've liked, you started to get back into the mood.

Twisting your body rewarded you with yourself propelling forward. Good: another thing to note. How to go forward. And if you combine that with you're thought process of thinking about going up...

Landing on the roof could've been better, but it was the best you've had all evening.

The cheers from Mark definitely helped with that conclusion as well.

"Lets go, ________!" he shouted, suddenly right beside you. He hugged you, and lifted you up, spinning you around as you both laughed. "I'm so happy for you!"

Setting you down gently, he scratched the back of his neck, still chuckling a bit. You were glad he had time tonight to help you with your... new abilities. Maybe you were just still a little annoyed at him for the other things, but even still, he was helping you make better progress than with your dad.

"Did you land on the roof?"

Speak of the devil. Turning to the farther edge, there sat the man himself, still in uniform. Nolan was a little iffy about your failures at flying for the past few days, but you understood that he was not the most patient man. And especially with the murder of the Guardians of the Globe, it probably not the best help on him.

"I did it!" you cried, leaving Mark to rush up to Nolan. Opening his arms, he gracefully accepted your hug, happy to be able to talk to you after such a long day. He let out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding in, and when he felt you start to move away, his smile faltered a bit, but he let go anyway.

"I'm glad you're able to control it, and that you were able to do a better first landing than Mark."

Ignoring the gasps from Mark behind you, you looked back up to Nolan, who was looking out to the horizon at the moment.

He squinted before he looked back at you, and said, "Suns almost gone: you two should head back to the house. Debbie is probably already asleep by now."

Mark appeared behind you. "You won't be joining us?"

Nolan shook his head. "Cecil called me about something in Australia: some guy trying to kill a whole hospital full of elderly people, or something along those lines."

Mark's face turned more passive, but he was starting to look like a sad chihuahua. "Alright. Well, me and _______ are gonna get some food then call it a night. Right, ________?"

"Yeah, for sure." Thinking of where you would like to eat, it left Nolan to turn around and prepare to fly over to Australia in record time. But he suddenly turned around and said, "______, don't fly to the local McDonalds. Drive there."

"But I- I just got this stuff-"

Nolan flew away, like he knew exactly what he was gonna say before he left. Which left Mark slightly chuckling. "Sorry, scout, you're just in your permit stage."

"I am trying to convince myself to not kick you in your balls."

"Could you even reach there- ok, I'm sorry, please don't, uh- I'll pay for food?"

Dropping your leg, you glared at him for another moment, but you also realized he was the only one out of the two of you to have cash. You shrugged and said, "Sure."

He breathed a sigh of relief, before he picked you up bridal style, and flew up and off the ground. Yelping with surprise and clinging onto his neck, you yelled, "Didn't he say I wasn't supposed to be flying?"

Mark simply replied, "He said you couldn't be flying on your own, he didn't say you couldn't hold onto me when you were flying."

Looking down at the city below you, at all its beautiful lights and colors, you kind of wished you would've gone higher.

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Cecil should know what was going on. In fact, he almost felt more stupider trying to make sense of it all than just accepting that the accident had been just an accident. And it didn't help that the poor kid had just lost their family a few months ago.

Pulling out his tablet, he read the report on the accident again, recognizing the words from repeating the thing over the past hour.

You were with Mark at a mall in downtown when a virus, seemed to specifically target you, was thrown at you from above, breaking the glass ceiling. It seemed to be a bomb, and when it exploded, it let out some kind of gas that spread like a wildfire. Everyone else there lost oxygen too quickly from the gas, and their body started to shut down, as the gas made them go into some kind of zombie like state, where they were still alive on the inside, and yet they were slowly dying due to their bodies.

You, on the other hand, just seemed to have an allergic reaction. Unlike the rest of them, you were writhing around on the ground, and you were just coughing like all hell. Nolan rushed in seconds later, taking the people out of the mall, and leaving Mark to deal with you, and it was a struggle to get out of the building for some reason. When you both did get out, you were simply breathing heavily and you had hives on your arms and chest, surprisingly not anywhere else.

When you were rushed to the hospital, it was soon revealed that you were not only slightly immune to the strange virus, but also that it gave you some fucked up abilities: some of which were still forming.

It just didn't make sense. Who would be smart enough, and yet dumb enough, to target the 'child' of the most powerful man on Earth? And besides their brother.

Cecil knew that even the biggest and baddest people who were against them weren't this dumb to do something right in public, and do something this big where it would affect you, not only long term, but benefit you, it was impossible.

He sighed as he neared the door to his office, expecting the worse from his subordinates, from news about Nolan's mission to something new about the accident, if it could be called that.

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It's been a few days since you've learned to fly a little better. Since then, when either one of them is busy, Mark and Nolan will step in for each other when teaching you. If one of them is busy with hero work, the other will appear and continue teaching you.

You've found that Mark is definitely the best on teaching yourself on how to start things, like flying backwards, how to not run into things, and surprisingly Nolan is better at teaching you fighting methods and different flying techniques.

Of course, there was that one day when Mark straight up taught you how to do roller coaster stuff, but that was not important. What was was that you were having a damn blast with your flying than you did before.

But you still didn't know why you got these abilities... or why you were the only one who survived the gas.

And that was what was worrying Nolan.

"Dad, it's ok, Cecil hasn't made any move towards us-"

"Yes, and that's exactly what I'm worried about."

Currently on Mount Everest, and you in bed back at home, there was no worry about you overhearing the conversation.

"Cecil is- it's just out of character for him-" Nolan continued, "it's not normal for him to drop something like this when he was working on it so precisely. He was suspicious about the attack on _______'s city, and even more when we adopted them, and he was always trying to get answers to hi little questions when he could, but now that he's completely dropped it when they got powers, its seems like he's biding time." It was silent for a moment, only listening to the winds rush past them, dying down, and then rising back up again. Mark broke it, with an almost shaky voice.

"Do you... do you think he knows it was us?"

Nolan turned towards his son, anger rising in him. "What, that we were the ones who made that gas? That I was the one to throw it in there, and base it on a 50/50 chance that they would die or it would work?"

Mark winced a little hearing his fathers angry voice directed towards him now, but he continued anyway. "Well, do you think that he does?"

Realizing his anger was useless, and that he needed to become more level headed, he turned back towards the empty mountain, reminding himself he was out in the middle of nowhere.

"I don't know, Mark. I truly don't know."

Mark was going to say something, but decided against it. Instead, he joined his dad, watching as the winds kicked back up again. He wondered what would your reaction would be if you found out. Found out about everything.

Would you still joke with him? Would you want to stay with them?

… would you want to talk it out with him?

That made him go slightly into a panic mode, but he quickly calmed himself down. You would never find out. About anything. Everything. It didn't matter how many people he would have to silence, if it meant that you wouldn't have to be taken from him, or his family, he would do it.

Even if that meant dropping a building on your family and holding you down to inhale the gas.

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