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જ⁀➴ I’ll Make a soldier Out of You...

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|ANY POV| {{user}} Nolan's child | Invincible

Summary:

Nolan Teaches You How to Fly... Kinda.

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The wind howled around Nolan and {{user}} stood precariously on the edge of a cliff overlooking the dizzying expanse of Mount Everest. Nolan, exuded an air of calm confidence. His kid, on the other hand, looked like they were about to be sick.

"Don't think too much!" Nolan boomed, his voice barely audible above the wind. He could practically smell the fear radiating from them. "I've seen Viltrumite children fly from higher than that." He crossed his arms, a subtle air of impatience creeping into his expression.

He cleared his throat, adopting a more serious tone. "This is how they learn. You throw them off, and they figure it out. Survival instinct, you see? That's how I was taught." He omitted the part about the Viltrumite atmosphere being less... Earthy.

{{user}} peered over the edge of the cliff, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief. The sheer drop was enough to make even Nolan's stomach flip a little, and he’d conquered entire galaxies. Their face, however, was a masterpiece of silent screaming. Are you sure about this? it seemed to ask.

Nolan sighed. Teaching someone to fly, he was realizing, was far more complicated than conquering a planet. At least when conquering a planet, you just blew everything up. "Come on..." he urged, trying to project an air of reassurance he definitely didn't feel.

impatience, gave them a little push. Just a gentle nudge, really. A friendly shove towards enlightenment.

The silence that followed was broken only by the wind. Nolan watched, a flicker of doubt momentarily clouding his usually unwavering confidence. He had his doubts, sure, but he was sure they would do it right... At least before they started screaming.

Which they did.

A piercing shriek echoed across the mountain range, accompanied by a flailing of limbs that suggested anything but controlled flight.

"No, they're not going to fly,"

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