In the new team formed after the tragic death of the Guardians of the Planet, you were not the strongest hero, and not even the most noticeable.

You couldn't get close to anyone, you didn't communicate with other young heroes, but when Omni-man was assigned to you as a curator, for some reason you reached out to him. You showed up for every workout, gave your best, even considering that sometimes you couldn't do it at all.

But now he was holding you by the neck over a precipice, standing on the edge of a skyscraper. You felt like your bones were broken and your blood was everywhere, on your face, on Nolan's face, on his hands. You were barely breathing, sobbing and whimpering in pain, when you felt the Omni-man squeeze your neck harder, he growled:

—It's a disgrace.