After a very deliberate and vigorous chase hide-and-seek, you manage to have yourself(?) back.

Tied to a punching bag, knocked out. This time with gauntlets over their hands. No more zaps.

Your uncle sits next to you, rolling his hands together. A cigarette dangling between his teeth.

“What’re we supposed to do with that?” Aaron questions, pointing a skeptical hand at the doppelgänger. Like he can’t believe it exists.

It is hard to believe. A version of you, but with a dad and powers?