Hi Sara!
. It was hard to believe Clark had been starting a fire in the barn—he’d never do something so reckless. Yet there were two wet, singed holes in the wood,
Hey, at least he was just looking instead of lighting his own flatulence aflame!
Yet there were two wet, singed holes in the wood, plain as the daylight that shone through them
I’m so sorry. I’m sorry...I’m trying to be normal. I’m trying so hard. Please don’t be mad. Don’t be scared.”
When he spoke, though, his voice was still quiet and small and so very unlike her happy, confident boy. “I can hear when you talk...”
Oh boy.
Never getting sick. Never getting hurt. Stronger. Faster. What else was there? What did it mean?
Hmmm … maybe he’s the son of Captain America and that troop morale officer (see She Hulk) and was kept frozen like they did with Bucky Barnes until a mad scientist kidnapped the infant and tried to dispose of him in space. He wasn’t good at math and the ship never made it into orbit. Or he was kidnapped and the ship didn’t make it all the way to the Soviet Union.
e could also sometimes see through things, as if his eyes were some sort of x-ray machine.
This dual use is actually a good thing. Can you imagine if he used his heat vision to cut holes so he can look inside of things. Or people? And alternatively, if he used his x-ray vision to burn through stuff? All that radiation would cause quite a bit of radiation poisoning and cancer.
When she’d first held him all those years ago, he’d made her heart grow so much bigger.
Given Jonathan often dies of a heart condition and an enlarged heart is serious, this is really scary!
And so she would hold it all—his grief, his pain, his worry—for him when he couldn’t, and she’d carry it alongside her extraordinary love for him.
Even scarier!
Her boy—whose kindness and compassion she hoped would someday change the world.
Another sweet entry
Michael
during this. 
