My Invincible Father Chapter 2: The Hero The World Needs part 1.

Chapter 2: The Hero The World Needs part 1.



3 months had flown by since Nolan embraced his new life.

During that time, the Viltrumite had established himself as a force for good in the world.

Most of his deeds went unknown due to Nolan's own desire to efficiently deal with issues in the fastest way possible.

Usually blurring through crime scenes or saving someone without them even realizing it.

Superspeed made all this possible.

It was a vast world and he was the only active hero.

Uncertain of the overarching threat, he committed to safeguarding it with all his might, even without a clear understanding of what needed saving or securing.

Old Nolan's memories on crime fighting sure helped with that.

His millennia-spanning experience proved priceless, when handling situations demanding more than just his obvious Viltrumite abilities.

He only needed to maintain this for the next 17 years and 9 months.

After that, someone else could take charge, or the world could meet its end – it mattered little to him.

By then he would be long gone, and eventually would fade into the forgotten recesses of the world's memory.

But...he was wrong. Nolan having never saved anyone in his past life, underestimated his own impact. And the life long gratitude of those he rescued.

Some of his heroics were incidents that were too high profile to go unnoticed.

Like a Boeing 747 that was hijacked by terrorists 2 months prior.

With 9/11 having only happened the year before, Nolan's intervention managed to earn him not only recognition, but also a measure of trust with the Public, who had started calling him Omniman.

How the name stuck in this world was a mystery.

Not only that, he also disbanded the circus of crime, (an organization formed from many splintered Criminal gangs aiming to take over Chicago) rescued a few doctors without borders from an African Warlord, patched a dam in Austria and prevented a malfunctioning Satellite from landing in the middle of New York.

All in the space of 3 months.

And now, Omniman was known all over the world.

Many considered him the second coming of Captain America.

There was no lack of newspaper articles, online websites and forums dedicated to Omniman's appearances and heroics.

Even TV and radio stations had tried to get an interview from him.

But while Omniman would readily answer an occasional question or two, he was always gone from the scene by the time the authorities or press managed to arrive.

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When it came to his personal life, things were no less active than his hero one.

During those 3 months, their house which was in Naperville(arguably the best Suburbs in Chicago), was filled with ideas for baby showers, shopping for clothes and a cot, decorating the baby's room and dad duties like reading bed time stories to his unborn child.

And as a husband, he was caring, attentive to Debbie's needs so that she lacked for nothing.

A happy wife was a happy life. Or so he read in a book aptly titled, 'How to be the best Father and Husband for dummies.'

He devoured all information he could.

Learned what society expected of him. All things a Father should do he learned to Love.

And then finally, tonight, on the 12th of December, they were blessed.

Debbie delivered a beautiful baby boy...and girl.

"Congratulations, Mr. Grayson. You're now the proud parent of two adorable babies – a boy and a girl," the doctor joyfully announced.

Turns out she had twins! Yup. As if he didn't already have enough on his plate. Now the brat had a sister.

"Would you like to hold them?"

The doctor had asked, following the successful delivery.

They were in the maternity ward, Debbie laid out asleep on the bed, her skin flushed and sweaty.

He found himself nodding, staring at the twin bundles in the doctor's hands.

He frowned.

"I'm their father. Give them to me."

Nolan said in a gruff voice, one that came out a bit protective.

The doctor said nothing, save for a knowing smile on his face. Most fathers acted the same after their kids were born. Awkward but overprotective, right from the start.

'Look at them. So weak. So easily breakable. So...small.'

That was Nolan's first thought as he cradled his own flesh and blood in his arms.

Why attach such importance to a creature that was too weak to defend itself?

The weak died. And their eyes, when they lost the light of life were the most entrancing to watch.

It was the purest expression of humanity.

Of fear and regrets. Of lying to oneself there is order in all the chaos...only to realize you're the butt of your own joke.

Strength was all that mattered. The strong died with a different look in their eyes. Death to them was...nothing but a long sleep.

That said...the longer he stared at the two small faces, the more a strange feeling begun to bud within him.

A feeling that was gone the very next instant he blinked.

"I shall excuse you."

The doctor's voice softly cut through his thoughts.

Nolan absentmindedly heard the door close behind him.

The room was quiet now save for the Twin's soft breathing.

He walked towards the bed and sat on it, right beside Debbie.

Nolan stared at his sleeping wife, then at his children.

And as he sat there, silent and lost in an inner struggle, the light from the moonlight streamed in through the window, washing the room in lunar brighteness.

"You might be weak, but I'll protect you."

He promised the three of them, deciding and accepting his responsibility.

A rare smile stretched across his stony face.

"Now, for names. My son...I shall name you Mark. And you my daughter, you name shall be..."

"Willow."

Debbie joined in, eyelashes fluttering weakly as she stared at their son and daughter.

The amount of love in her eyes could not be quantified.

Nolan didn't know this, but the same expression could be spotted in his own gaze.

"You should be resting, my love. "

He whispered to her, gently rocking the twins as both of them managed to somehow sneeze at the same time.

That...was going to be a recurring thing...wasn't it?

"I couldn't miss it...I decided, if it was a girl, her name would be Willow."

Debbie responded weakly, trying to get up.

"It was the name grandma used to call me."

She told him, a vice grip on his thigh, as if daring him to object.

"So her name will be Willow."

Nolan saw the determination on her face. What did he care anyway? He wasn't the Real Nolan.

"Mark and Willow Grayson."

The whisper left his lips.

"I like it."

Debbie sighed in relief, lying down on the bed.

"Give them to me, they need to feed."

He handed the twins over, somewhat relucant.

Their mother pulled them to her bossom, loosening her patient's gown.

He stayed quiet as Debbie carried out her motherly duty.

Soon after, Mark and Willow were full. And he watched over the three of them until they fell asleep once more.

What an emotional sight, he supposed.

His wife and two kids. A family. Something he had disdained the thought of in his past life.

If those who had known him then could see him now...

The door closed gently behind him as he left the room.

"Make sure they're protected."

Nolan informed the Janitor mopping the hallway. The underlying promise of pain upon failure did not go unreceived.

"I will. He wants to see you."

The Janitor stated without looking up, minding his own business. But the message was passed on.

Nolan frowned. Tonight was not a good time.

Fury would just have to wait. He didn't have time to provide security to some government official or something just as menial.

The Spy still insisted on keeping Nolan at an arms length and a short leash despite everything Omniman had done for the world.

His excuse at trying to curtail Nolan? bureaucratic concern and red tape.

Translation, the World Security Council wanted to control Omniman.

Politics. Ugh.

Luckily, taking a quinjet and crushing it down into a round super dense metal the size of a basketball, showed the Spy what Nolan thought of the WSC.

Nothing.

They were a nonthreat.

Lesson learned, they backed off.

But Fury still kept tabs on him. And whenever he wanted to talk, he would send some of his agents. Which is what the Janitor on the Hall was. An Undercover SHIELD agent.

But tonight was not a good time.

Tonight, Nolan felt like letting out some of his pent up emotions.

Normally sex would have worked, but with Debbie having recently given birth, it was biologically inappropriate.

Which meant...Battle. The only other thing that truly stimulated him.

The heat of pain. The satisfaction as flesh pulped underneath your fist. Bones snapping and begging...lots and lots of begging.

Unfortunately, that wasn't possible. There was no one to really challenge him. And after destroying the Taliban, Al Qaeda and a few more extremist groups, he found the exercise boring.

Nolan loosened his tie. He hated the thing, truly.

Never had been a man of suits. He much more preferred something tamer, freer.

Like nothing at all.

Jokes aside...

He stepped through the open window at the end of the hallway, his feet walking on an invisible path.

The night was spread out in typical city fashion below him.

Bright lights, cars honking. Noise. So much bloody noise.

And the smell too, he detested some of the scents his Viltrumite nose picked up on.

Boom!

The sky above the private hospital cracked with a sonic boom as Nolan ascended.

The clouds on a straight line up, dispersed with the passing of the thousands of years old Viltrumite.

Normally, Nolan had control over his tremendous abilities, so this was new. He wasn't usually so...careless as to make a visual spectacle.

His thoughts were in disarray as he passed through the Stratosphere, the Mesosphere, the thermosphere and before long, Chicago was no longer visible.

The clouds covered it up entirely.

And at this height, he was alone to think, being the only one who could get this far up.

It was his space.

But right now, it felt like he was running away.

Nolan looked down at the Earth.

Down there... A little over 100,000 miles, were his wife and two beautiful kids.

Despite the long distance, despite the very loud planet, his ears only listened to the thump of two gentle and one soft, heartbeats.

An annoyed sigh escaped him as another sound butted in, managing to reach his ears and ruin his already volatile mood.

Nolan turned to the east and blasted off, headed towards the massive floating craft that had managed to track him down to his quiet place.

He was going to have some words with Fury.