oli grayson

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

Mark let out a loud huff at when Oliver elbowed him at the side—but only loosened his grip for a moment before slightly shoving him backwards, he had to admit, Oliver wasn’t as bad as he initially figured, still sluggish and had no idea what he was doing…But okay at what he was doing now.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a little proud smile appearing on his face.

He didn’t have much time to think about his next move.

Mark fell onto the grass with a hard thud when Oliver swung him out of his line of sight; but that didn’t deter him. He sat back up.

“Being stubborn is what’s keeping me able to dodge you.” he said. “And yo, spiderman talks during fights. I haven’t seen him eat shit yet.” he shrugged.

Mark, his eyes slightly narrowing into slits as he intended to focus more on what Oliver’s intentions actually were, finally watching as he dashed towards him at immense speed.

In response, his fist came up and caught his fist—holding onto it with a firm grip to ensure he didn’t break through.

“You’re so done, Mark. And what if I tell her about.. uh.. well. I don’t know but I’ll find something on you.” Oliver retorted, crossing his arms, looking the other way, and pouting.

“ Why would I give you the advantage? “ He smiled. “ I mean, it’d be fair if I gave you one. You are in some heavy shit with Mom.“

“I didn’t even do anything THAT crazy.” he said defending himself. “Plus you didn’t ACTUALLY beat me. I was just… warming up.” He excused himself, and shrugged.

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

Mark let out a loud huff at when Oliver elbowed him at the side—but only loosened his grip for a moment before slightly shoving him backwards, he had to admit, Oliver wasn’t as bad as he initially figured, still sluggish and had no idea what he was doing…But okay at what he was doing now.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a little proud smile appearing on his face.

He didn’t have much time to think about his next move.

Mark fell onto the grass with a hard thud when Oliver swung him out of his line of sight; but that didn’t deter him. He sat back up.

“Being stubborn is what’s keeping me able to dodge you.” he said. “And yo, spiderman talks during fights. I haven’t seen him eat shit yet.” he shrugged.

Mark, his eyes slightly narrowing into slits as he intended to focus more on what Oliver’s intentions actually were, finally watching as he dashed towards him at immense speed.

In response, his fist came up and caught his fist—holding onto it with a firm grip to ensure he didn’t break through.

“You’re so done, Mark. And what if I tell her about.. uh.. well. I don’t know but I’ll find something on you.” Oliver retorted, crossing his arms, looking the other way, and pouting.

“ Why would I give you the advantage? “ He smiled. “ I mean, it’d be fair if I gave you one. You are in some heavy shit with Mom.“

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

Mark let out a loud huff at when Oliver elbowed him at the side—but only loosened his grip for a moment before slightly shoving him backwards, he had to admit, Oliver wasn’t as bad as he initially figured, still sluggish and had no idea what he was doing…But okay at what he was doing now.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a little proud smile appearing on his face.

He didn’t have much time to think about his next move.

Mark fell onto the grass with a hard thud when Oliver swung him out of his line of sight; but that didn’t deter him. He sat back up.

“Being stubborn is what’s keeping me able to dodge you.” he said. “And yo, spiderman talks during fights. I haven’t seen him eat shit yet.” he shrugged.

Mark, his eyes slightly narrowing into slits as he intended to focus more on what Oliver’s intentions actually were, finally watching as he dashed towards him at immense speed.

In response, his fist came up and caught his fist—holding onto it with a firm grip to ensure he didn’t break through.

“You’re so done, Mark. And what if I tell her about.. uh.. well. I don’t know but I’ll find something on you.” Oliver retorted, crossing his arms, looking the other way, and pouting.

“ Why would I give you the advantage? “ He smiled. “ I mean, it’d be fair if I gave you one. You are in some heavy shit with Mom.“

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

Mark let out a loud huff at when Oliver elbowed him at the side—but only loosened his grip for a moment before slightly shoving him backwards, he had to admit, Oliver wasn’t as bad as he initially figured, still sluggish and had no idea what he was doing…But okay at what he was doing now.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a little proud smile appearing on his face.

He didn’t have much time to think about his next move.

Mark fell onto the grass with a hard thud when Oliver swung him out of his line of sight; but that didn’t deter him. He sat back up.

“Being stubborn is what’s keeping me able to dodge you.” he said. “And yo, spiderman talks during fights. I haven’t seen him eat shit yet.” he shrugged.

Mark, his eyes slightly narrowing into slits as he intended to focus more on what Oliver’s intentions actually were, finally watching as he dashed towards him at immense speed.

In response, his fist came up and caught his fist—holding onto it with a firm grip to ensure he didn’t break through.

“You’re so done, Mark. And what if I tell her about.. uh.. well. I don’t know but I’ll find something on you.” Oliver retorted, crossing his arms, looking the other way, and pouting.

“ Why would I give you the advantage? “ He smiled. “ I mean, it’d be fair if I gave you one. You are in some heavy shit with Mom.“

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

Mark let out a loud huff at when Oliver elbowed him at the side—but only loosened his grip for a moment before slightly shoving him backwards, he had to admit, Oliver wasn’t as bad as he initially figured, still sluggish and had no idea what he was doing…But okay at what he was doing now.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a little proud smile appearing on his face.

He didn’t have much time to think about his next move.

Mark fell onto the grass with a hard thud when Oliver swung him out of his line of sight; but that didn’t deter him. He sat back up.

“Being stubborn is what’s keeping me able to dodge you.” he said. “And yo, spiderman talks during fights. I haven’t seen him eat shit yet.” he shrugged.

Mark, his eyes slightly narrowing into slits as he intended to focus more on what Oliver’s intentions actually were, finally watching as he dashed towards him at immense speed.

In response, his fist came up and caught his fist—holding onto it with a firm grip to ensure he didn’t break through.

“You’re so done, Mark. And what if I tell her about.. uh.. well. I don’t know but I’ll find something on you.” Oliver retorted, crossing his arms, looking the other way, and pouting.

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

Mark let out a loud huff at when Oliver elbowed him at the side—but only loosened his grip for a moment before slightly shoving him backwards, he had to admit, Oliver wasn’t as bad as he initially figured, still sluggish and had no idea what he was doing…But okay at what he was doing now.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a little proud smile appearing on his face.

He didn’t have much time to think about his next move.

Mark fell onto the grass with a hard thud when Oliver swung him out of his line of sight; but that didn’t deter him. He sat back up.

“Being stubborn is what’s keeping me able to dodge you.” he said. “And yo, spiderman talks during fights. I haven’t seen him eat shit yet.” he shrugged.

Mark, his eyes slightly narrowing into slits as he intended to focus more on what Oliver’s intentions actually were, finally watching as he dashed towards him at immense speed.

In response, his fist came up and caught his fist—holding onto it with a firm grip to ensure he didn’t break through.

“You’re so done, Mark. And what if I tell her about.. uh.. well. I don’t know but I’ll find something on you.” Oliver retorted, crossing his arms, looking the other way, and pouting.

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

Mark let out a loud huff at when Oliver elbowed him at the side—but only loosened his grip for a moment before slightly shoving him backwards, he had to admit, Oliver wasn’t as bad as he initially figured, still sluggish and had no idea what he was doing…But okay at what he was doing now.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a little proud smile appearing on his face.

He didn’t have much time to think about his next move.

Mark fell onto the grass with a hard thud when Oliver swung him out of his line of sight; but that didn’t deter him. He sat back up.

“Being stubborn is what’s keeping me able to dodge you.” he said. “And yo, spiderman talks during fights. I haven’t seen him eat shit yet.” he shrugged.

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

Mark let out a loud huff at when Oliver elbowed him at the side—but only loosened his grip for a moment before slightly shoving him backwards, he had to admit, Oliver wasn’t as bad as he initially figured, still sluggish and had no idea what he was doing…But okay at what he was doing now.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a little proud smile appearing on his face.

He didn’t have much time to think about his next move.

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

“ You wanted a challenge !! “ He hollered, while he tugged him back into him, he attempted to hold him in a chokehold.

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

He corrected and raising his fists again, his heel now digging into the ground. “ You have no idea what you’re doing, and you know it. “

But immediately regretted this as he watched Mark start to dart his way. “WAIT-“ he screamed, his voice cracking as he attempted to boost himself off the ground to fly and get away.

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”

Oliver’s “attacks” were very sloppy, and uncoordinated.

Even though his legs were unavailable, his hands still were. His elbow lifted, aiming to hit Oliver over the head with his arm.

- @viltrumiteender

“HAHA! Hey, Mark!!!.. I’ve been holding up as best as I can..” Oliver smiled. “Thing’s have been pretty slow. Just playin’ video games for the most part; Been replaying pokemon as of recent.”

His expression lit up when training was brought up; almost if he realized in that moment maybe routine was all he needed. Even if things have been pretty slow; a nice schedule would keep him prepared if anything did happen.

His eyebrows quirked in slight surprise at Oliver’s excitement, his arms crossing over his chest. “ I’m kinda surprised you’re interested in something other than your games, nowadays you’re too glued to that screen. “ He teased, before his voice came down more serious than intended. “ Yeah, we’d train when the sky nears sunrise, test your strength, endurance, whatever, “ He waved a hand to the side, before continuing. “ Then we could push your limits and focus on your weaknesses and improve them.“

Mark watched Oliver practically jump with excitement through his shining face, a genuine smile crossing his lips. “ Pretty goated, huh? “ He put his hands on his hips, his head lowering slightly. “ Show me what you got. “

“AWESOME!” he grinned. “Just promise not to go too hard on me?” Oliver asked, his voice strained a bit— a complete shift in his tone. “Okay, It’s been a little while since I’ve trained.” He then started to bounce from side to side; as if readying himself. “And I trained with some weird varient of you once. Ruthless guy.” he said, completely brushing it off.

“Okay! okay okay.. I’ve mostly been working on trying to control my strength and the amount of applied force I use. I know you and mom get weird about well— killing— so.. Okay okay.” He stood in front of Mark, and grinned. “How’s this?” he clenches his fist before delivering a ‘soft’ blow to Mark’s chest.

There was a bit of added force. It wasn’t enough to cause any bodily harm to Mark, anyway.

The punch knocked the breath out of him and shot Mark a few inches backwards—not enough to completely make him stumble, but enough to make him lose balance. “ Good! Good… “ He put one of his hands up to his chest before standing up straight, catching his breath. “ That was a good punch , not too bad. “

He praised while the punch and Oliver speaking of the other version of him which caught him offguard. He raised his fists, clenching them with a loose, but firm enough to wield some of his strength. “ Knocked the breath outta me. “ His heel slightly dug into the ground, before asking, “ When were you gonna tell me you trained with another me ? “

“I mean I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. Sure; he almost crushed my skull, among other things.” he waved it off as if it were nothing. “ Unlike you— he told me not to hold back. That killing was effective.” He thought for a moment. “And, I mean he still cared about me to some extent.. if that counts for anything.” He tried to explain it the best way he could.

“He wore- well obviously the same suit as you but it was yellow and black I think. He had a cape too.” He tapped his chin, thinking. “I mean I didn’t think I had to tell you pretty sure he might be gone now.” Oliver shrugged.

He was quiet for a long moment, unable to respond while he processed his explanation: “unlike you. “ yellow and black costume, and the fact that he influenced his own universe’s twisted mindset to his brother. Through clenched teeth he finally spoke.

“ What’d mom and I tell you about keeping secrets ? “ His voice was abnormally calm despite the way his mind spun like a carousel. “ Especially if you were in danger . “ His fists clenched and his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” he asked, rhetorically before gently pushing off the ground and hovering over toward Mark. “I handled it, dude. Promise.” He had a weary smile on his face. Oliver knew Mark was new levels of pissed off with him for not saying anything before.

He didn’t know what to say—he didn’t want to lecture him, he knew he could handle himself; but there was a lingering sense of dread that wanted to eat him alive. He sighed at last, one of his hands coming up to rub his temples, shutting his eyes.

“ What if one day , you don’t come home ‘okay’ , thats a big deal . “ He started, reopening his eyes and watching Oliver fly over to him. “ Especially since most of them aren’t the actual ‘ me ‘ you know, like the one you described. “

“Dad told me to, y’know.. be careful when dealing with your varients. Especially.. him. At the time, in that moment..” he let himself land on the ground. “I tried to compromise and convince myself that; maybe to a degree.. Somewhere in his mind, you’d be there. ” he thought. He had no idea if he were making any sense.

“ It’s okay, “ He nodded to the side while watching him land, his fingers seeming to fall flatly his sides. “ When the moment comes, don’t make the mistake of trusting the wrong guy. “ Mark took a deep breath, exhaling the rest of the dread in him before refocusing on training.

“ Don’t get ahead of yourself, “ He joked through a steady gaze, “ I’ll tell Mom about the encounter if you can’t beat me. “ He half-joked, his hands coming up into a defensive position again, taking a fighting stance.

Oliver slouched over, and groaned. “Fine, fine. Put my beloved video games on the line.”