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ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏʀᴋ ᴄɪᴛʏ, ʜᴏᴍᴇ, 2016
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I don't remember exactly when I was aware, let alone told, that - well, for starters - my Dad could turn into a green, rage giant and that I could possibly be able to do the exact same thing, give or take some expectations and such.
It wasn't until I was in my teen years that I started to realise the severity of the possible outcome, having powers and such. It wasn't until then that I started to feel terrified of the possibility, started to feel scared of my own emotions. Until I started to fear myself.
Of course, I would never tell my Dad any of this. I wouldn't want him to worry over every single small thing that I feel, just in case I ended up turning into said green, rage giant. In addition to that, I didn't want him to feel guilty for unintentionally giving me these doubts and worries just by giving me his genes.
I was afraid, though. Terrified. I was a pretty, let's say, emotive kid. Hell, I was an 'emotive' teenager. I had gotten into fights and scraps at school, I had gotten too many detentions to count, yelled at so many of the students and teachers that it was never a surprise to either of my parents when they got that same phone call from the school, or the same request to come to the school.
I'm sure you can imagine how having the realisation that these emotions could trigger that certain genetic that would cause me to turned into some destructive force of nature only capable of anger and destruction could make me start to feel absolutely fucking scared.
To put it simply, being as anxious as me, coming to the realisation that every small emotion that hits a little too much then usual could turn me into some giant, green thing, made me a little more anxious than usual and, therefore, caused me to act out much more.
"Nick." My name was being called, a little louder than I had actually expected it to be. I turned my head around, my eyes locking with my dad's.
"Yeah?" I asked, after he had given me a small look that told me he was expecting me to answer.
"You're listening, right?" He gave me a quick look, like he was trying to figure out what was going on in my head.
I gave my dad a half-convincing nod, my voice quick and my words a clear lie that he would usually be able to pick up on. "Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm listening, yep."
"Alright..." He said slightly dragged out, looking down at the 'Avengers work', the various papers scattered across the dining room table. "So your thoughts?"
My thoughts...?
"Oh, yeah, of course, I agree with you." I quickly said with a nod, not necessarily wanting him to know that I was actually zoned out the entire time he was talking to me.
He gave me a small nod before he continued to talk about something that I quickly lost interest in, and I continued to stare into space as he was explaining whatever he was actually planning on working on with Stark.
As my dad continued his explanation, I was more focused on the whole thinking about whether or not my emotions would end up being my downfall. If they would be the reason I turned into a monster that everyone feared.