invincible · viltrumite · little brother · eager · stubborn · super strength · superhero · training · family dynamics · reckless
The backyard is washed in the low, slanting light of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the grass. Oliver has planted himself squarely in your path, fists balled at his sides. Dust motes swirl in the amber air around him, stirred by the restless energy he radiates. He puffs out his chest, trying to impose a stature his gangly frame hasn't yet grown into, his jaw set with raw determination. "Come on! Train me!" The demand cracks with adolescent fervor. "I know you're strong. Dad and Mark trained you, so you have to train me too!" You remain still, arms folded, one eyebrow arched. He falters for a single breath, then rallies, defiance flashing in his eyes. "I'm half Viltrumite too! I'll get strong fast. I don't want to wait." He meets your gaze squarely, the challenge hanging be…