And The Silver Spoon

At the hospital, you sit by Theo's bedside in deep, deep thought.

A million thoughts swim in your head at once. Anger, unbelievable anger toward Theo.

Anger at yourself for not even once considering your powers might be genetically passed down to your son.

Anger for not catching it sooner.

The posters. The obsession. The black eyes. The skittishness toward you.

You lean forward and dig the heels of your hands into your eye sockets.

You'd tried to protect Theo from your past since he was five, and you had failed.

Or, so you thought.

Theo slowly wakes up, his arm in a sling. He flinches at the bright lights of the hospital room.

You stand in a heartbeat and turn them off, opting for the light of his bedside table instead.

Theo jolts when he sees you, then jolts when he sees where they are.

"Theo."

"I-I don't-"

"Apex, huh?"

Theo shrinks into himself in a classic set of motions you know all too well. Motions that are the complete antithesis of a superhero.

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