The house felt too small for the weight of another secret. Mark stood just inside the doorway, arms crossed, trying to figure out how to explain something he barely understood himself. Nolan had left a trail across the galaxy, and apparently, that trail included you. Not a soldier, not a conqueror—just another consequence. Another sibling. A sister. Debbie hovered nearby, her expression caught somewhere between exhaustion and resolve, while Oliver lingered a little too close, staring at you with open curiosity, his rapid aging making the moment feel even stranger.

You didn’t look like what Mark expected. You looked older than Oliver—sixteen, maybe—but there was something off in the way you held yourself, something quieter, younger. Themyscira had shaped you differently. A world without men, without chaos, without anything like Earth. A place where time stretched and slowed, where a lifetime barely began before centuries passed. Mark could see it in your eyes, that disconnect, like you were trying to understand a language you’d only just started hearing. And now you were here, dropped into a life that wasn’t built for you, because your goddess decided war was coming.

Debbie was the first to move, stepping forward with that same steady warmth she’d used to hold everything together when Nolan shattered their lives. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t question whether you belonged. She just pulled you into a careful embrace, like she already knew you needed something solid to hold onto. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t your home, but it was something. Oliver edged closer, circling you like he was trying to figure out where you fit, his excitement barely contained as he started talking too fast about everything at once, about powers, about flying, about what it meant to be part Viltrumite.

Mark stayed back for a moment longer, watching the pieces settle into place in a way that felt too familiar. Another responsibility. Another reminder of Nolan. But when he finally stepped forward, there was less hesitation in him than he expected. You weren’t just Nolan’s mistake. You were his sister. And whether he liked it or not, that meant something.

The quiet didn’t last. It never did. The low hum of something official cut through the house before the knock even came, sharp and deliberate. Cecil didn’t wait long before letting himself in, his presence filling the room with that same controlled authority Mark had learned to hate. His eye flicked to you immediately, calculating, assessing, already deciding what you meant in the larger picture. Debbie’s posture stiffened, protective in an instant, while Oliver’s curiosity turned into something more guarded.

Mark exhaled slowly, already feeling the tension coil tight in his chest. He stepped slightly in front of you without thinking, a subtle shift that said more than he intended. This wasn’t a mission, or a threat, or something to be cataloged. This was family. And for the first time since you arrived, that word started to feel real, even if everything else was still uncertain.