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Incredible: Chapter 3

Incredibles AU Word count: 3883 Warnings: death mention, memorial service, grief Want to catch up? First chapter Last chapter

Roman stands outside the modest church next to his brothers, his hands folded and his head down. Patton stands next to him, bundled warm with a scarf and gloves. Of course the excuse is the slight chill in the air combined with a cold, but in reality it was for his own protection so he wouldn’t directly touch anyone. Patton had taken the emotional loss the worst out of all of them, although that was hardly a surprise. Not only was he an empath, but he had lost his biological dad, the one person who had always loved him no matter what. And his father had been a part of his life for a very long time. Patton sniffles, wiping his nose with a tissue crumpled up in his hands, tears still falling silently.

On the other side of Patton stands Logan, his head held high, the posture too forced, his eyes staring at nothing in the distance as tears cling to the corners behind the glasses. The two men had chosen him as worthy to join their family. He had only been five when they took him in. Roman knew that Logan was taking it harder than he let on. Logan always put on his best brave face, trying to be the rock for his emotional brother. On a couple of occasions over the last few days, Roman had found Logan just standing somewhere in the house, lost to the world in his own memories and emotions. It took some coaxing to get the technopath to return from those moments, but he always came around eventually.

Virgil stands on the other side of Logan, shuffling his feet a little bit. His eyes keep shifting between the three brothers, worry etched in the lines on his face. Virgil had been upset with the loss of the two men, but he seemed more invested in helping his friends than dealing with his own emotions. He and his foster mother, standing next to Virgil dutifully, had been able to provide the three teens with the direction they needed in this dark time. Angie had taken on making sure the boys were taken care of, completing paperwork, providing food, as well as preparing her own home for them. Roman just hopes that Virgil remembers to give himself time to sort through whatever grief he was going through too.

Roman sighs and shifts his weight, they had been standing outside saying goodbye to the last few people that had attended the service. It had been a nice service, and Roman was honestly surprised by the amount of people that were present. Many of the faces were foreign to the boys, but Roman remembers from his own parents’ service that it was pretty typical these days for the services of Supers. They all knew each other’s secret identity so they all came in force to services of their fallen comrades, but they never came to these things with tags on that gave their Super identity.

Angie sighs as she turns to the boys, “Alright, are you guys ready to go?”

Roman nods, “That sounds like a good idea.”

“I will go inside to make sure we have everything,” Logan says as he walks back to the church.

Virgil pulls the keys out of his pocket, “I’ll go get the car.”

The last of the mourners come out the door. A man with broad shoulders and blond hair runs a hand over his face, bags under his eyes. He’s holding hands with a shorter woman with red hair, dabbing at her eye with a tissue in her free hand. The woman’s eyes fall on the boys and she tugs her husband over to them.

“Oh, boys I am so sorry for your lost,” she says her voice full of honest concern. “We knew your fathers… well, a while ago.”

“Another life,” mutters the husband.

“But they were both great men,” the woman adds.

“Thank you for coming,” Roman answers, his voice quiet and almost at a monotone, as he extends his hand to the woman. “I am sure they would have appreciated you taking time out of your day to come.”

The woman takes his hand in both of hers, “If you, any of you, need anything, please don’t hesitate to call.”

Patton smiles at the woman, “Thank you.”

The man lays a hand on his wife’s shoulder and leads her away. Roman holds up a business card that the woman had apparently placed in his hand.

“Who are they?” Patton asks.

“It’s a card for Robert Parr, Insuricare,” Roman explains as he inspects the card. “Must be his card.”

Logan walks back out of the church and looks at the others, “We are ready to depart. Shall we go?”

As he spoke, Virgil pulled up in the car and honked the horn once. Roman sighs as he puts the card in his back pocket, “Let’s go.”

The boys and Angie walk down the stairs and all climb into the car, Angie taking shotgun as the three boys climbed into the back. Roman leans in and picks up a duffle bag that was left on the seat, “Do you want this in the back?”

Virgil’s eyes flash something in the mirror that Roman can’t quite place, “No! Just throw it on the floor or something.”

“I thought I had told you to clean out this thing last night,” Angie sighs with a shake of her head.

“I did!” Virgil retorts defensively as Roman shifts the bag onto the floor at his feet as he closes the car door. “Just must have missed it.”

“Seems awfully big to just ‘miss’,” Angie answers.

Roman stops listening and turns to look at the brothers next to him. Patton lays his head on Logan’s shoulder, wiping his nose with the balled-up tissue in his still gloved hand. Logan’s gaze is steeled forward. He leans his head on top of Patton’s and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment.

A smile creeps onto Roman’s face as he watches his two adoptive brothers. Even before he had been taken in by the family officially, Logan and Patton had been his friends for as long as Roman could remember. Their parents were all Supers that had ran around in the same social circle, having met in a therapy group for Supers that were taken off duty and started families, trying to blend in to the rest of normal society. Playdates had started before they could speak, starting off as just Patton and Roman until Logan was adopted. The three of them had been inseparable ever since.

Roman still remembered how the boys had been there for him when his parents had died. It had been hard for Roman to cope with the grief that had come with the unexpected loss. He had been… angry, with everything and everyone. But no matter what, no matter how many times he caught fire or screamed at them, Logan and Patton had been there for him. And now, the three of them had to face a major loss yet again. This time, all three of them were hurt directly.

Roman shakes his head and stares out the window. It wasn’t the time to get caught up in his own head. He had a family to help. He would need to find a way to keep them occupied once they got back in the house. The worst was when they had nothing to do but be left with their own thoughts.

Before he knew it, they were pulling into the driveway of their house. They were still staying at their house, waiting on the updates to Angie’s to be completed before they moved. Roman felt a little guilty over the wait, knowing that he was the main reason it would take so long for the updates to be completed. Getting fire codes taken care of for a normal house could be a pain, but when you had a Super that could randomly burst into flame, the game was ten times harder.

They all open the doors and get out of the car. Roman runs a hand down his face as he grabs the straps of the duffle bag and pulls it out. He turns around to almost run directly into Virgil. “Hey, Virge,” he says as he takes a step back, regaining his personal space.

Virgil’s eyes shift between Roman and the bag as he bites his bottom lip, “Hi Roman. Can I-?”

Roman looks at the bag and holds it out, “Here. It’s yours anyway, right?”

Virgil takes it rather quickly, causing Roman’s eyes to narrow. “You okay there?”

“Yeah, I just gotta see…” Virgil mutters as he reaches for the zipper of the bag. Roman sees a little bit of a shimmering white fabric peek out before Virgil yanks the zipper back closed, holding the bag closely to his chest.

Angie walks up to the door of the house and unlocks it with a sigh, “Do you boys need anything?”

“No,” Roman says, still watching Virgil. “I think we’re good, Ang.”

Angie nods, “Alright, well I’m going to take a bath then. Let me know if that changes.”

“Of course,” Logan adds as he walks over to Roman’s side with Patton close behind.

Virgil shifts uncomfortably under Roman’s gaze as Angie enters the house and door closes. “Virge?”

“Yeah?”

“You Gucci?” Roman inquires. “What’s up with the bag?”

“What do you mean?”

Logan adjusts his glasses, “It was not in the car on our way to the service.”

“And you’re worried about it,” Patton adds.

“So spill,” Roman demands. He knows it sounded harsher than he meant for it to be. But signals were going off in his head that there was a problem. Virgil might have been the newest to their little motley crew, but they were all loyal to one another. Roman knew Virgil didn’t like to keep secrets.

“We just want to make sure you’re okay,” Logan adds gently.

Virgil’s eyes shifted up and down the street, “Not here.”

“My room then,” Logan suggests. Virgil nods and leads the others into the house and up the stairs.

Roman watches as Virgil closes and locks the door before pulling the blinds. This seems more sketchy than Roman would like. “Alright, what’s the drama Edward Sullen?”

“Okay, so I talked to someone about helping us out,” Virgil starts to explain slowly.

“Help how?” Logan asks, his skepticism as palpable as Roman’s, as he sits down in the chair at his desk.

“Look,” Virgil starts. “I know what its like to deal with a traumatic experience when you’re a Super and I’ve been paying attention. Powers are hard to manage.”

“I don’t think-“

“that you’re powers are hard to manage?” Virgil interrupts. “They are. You’re all dealing with it already or you will be soon, let’s be honest. I mean, Logan how long have you been trying to get into your father’s computers now?”

Logan looks at the ground, not saying anything. Roman feels his heart sink, knowing the answer. Logan had pulled at least two all-nighters that week trying to get into the computers with no success. The technopath would never admit how frustrated it made him, but they all saw it.

“And Patton,” Virgil continues. “You’re doing fine now, but we’ve talked about how worried you are about going back to school where you are more likely to accidentally run into a wide range of emotions.”

Patton nods in agreement. “And Roman,” says Virgil as he turns towards the hot-head. “You remember the struggle with your powers you had after your parents died. That started, what, two weeks after the service?”

Roman sighs, remembering the nights where he couldn’t stop himself from running hot and setting everything on fire. He had been so frustrated with himself and his inability to cool down back then. It took a long time of going to therapy to get his powers back in check. “Alright, you have a point,” Roman concedes.

“So I had a contact from before I was placed with Angie,” Virgil explains as he opens the duffle bag.

“Who was that?”

“She used to make Super suits,” answers Virgil as he reaches into the bag and pulls out a folded paper and hands it to Logan.

“Edna Mode?” Logan asks as he reads the name on the top of the paper.

“I’m sorry,” Roman asks, his eyes wide in disbelief. “Edna Mode? THE Edna Mode?”

“You know her?” Patton asks as he moves to look over Logan’s shoulder.

“How can you be a Super and not know EDNA MODE?” Roman squeals as he runs a hand through his hair. “She was only one of THE top designers for Super suits. She is a miracle worker, a goddess, a… a… Super to the Supers! Virge, how?”

Virgil smiles shyly, his face red, “I just emailed her. I don’t know, she said she had retired and couldn’t do it.”

“What does the letter say?” Patton asks Logan.

Logan’s eyes scan the note, “It’s a description of each suit as well as who it belongs to.”

“Oooh, fashion show!” Roman yells as he starts jumping up and down in excitement. “Read off the description!”

Logan begins reading the letter as Virgil passes out the suits, “First, the suit for Patton. The suit is light blue, since I know from your dad how much loved you in light blue. The gloves and boots are white with a soft sparkle to them, to shine with your wonderful personality.”

Patton smiles as his hands glide over the fabric. Logan continues to read, “The gloves are designed to make accidental emotional connections a minimum while still allowing you the ability to interact with the emotions at your choosing. The hood, which attaches to the suit and includes your mask, (with prescription so you do not have to wear your glasses) will also cut down on your emotional impact from those around you that you are not in physical contact with,” Logan finished.

Roman then takes the letter from Logan and continues to read, “Next is Logan. Much like how Patton’s mask is designed to replace his glasses, your mask will do that as well. It is also equipped with a mode for welding if the need arises. You also have a blue utility belt where you can house all sorts of gear you might need when working with electric circuits. Supers with this belt in the past have given me feedback and I am proud to grant you with the most up-to-date model. Your gloves are also shock resistant yet let you keep your dexterity.”

“Practical,” Logan comments as he looks at the pieces he was handed. “I appreciate fashion that doesn’t allow for the style to supersede the function.”

Roman rolls his eyes and keeps reading, “Your body suit is black and your boots and shoes are a deeper blue. You will notice that I have included a logo on both Logan and Patton’s suits of an icon with glasses, a heart for Patton and a brain for Logan, in keeping with the theme your parents both had on their suits.”

Patton then takes the letter from Roman as Virgil hands him a pile of fabric. “Roman Prince,” Patton begins. “Your suit is designed in keeping with the themes set by your parents: royalty. You are carrying their legacy with you when you are out there fighting, and I am proud to present you with an ensemble that I am sure your mother and father would have approved of for their little Prince.

Roman’s hands glide over the smooth fabric of his new suit, a white body suit with a diagonal red strip, almost like a sash. The red in the suit match the red in the boots and gloves, as well as the mask. A small smile comes to Roman’s lips as he notices the similarities between his suit and the ones his parents wore when they were a crime fighting duo. His father’s had been black with red, his mother’s white and purple, and his suit was a happy combination of the two. As he inspects the suit further, he notices a patch on his right sleeve. It’s the family’s Super crest. He wishes they could be there as tears start to fill his eyes.

Virgil hands Roman a metal circle with a smirk, “Here your highness.”

“A crown?” Roman laughs as he looks it over. Its golden and shimmery, but modest in a way that Roman could appreciate, “I would have rather a cape.”

Patton giggles, “She actually wrote in all caps NO CAPES next to your description.”

“I do have to agree,” Logan says as he looked at the crown, “seems like an odd choice.” Logan takes it gingerly from Roman’s hands and his eyes spark. “Oh, I see.”

“What?” asks Roman as he grabs the crown back.

“It’s electronic,” Logan explains as he inspects the crown that Roman is now holding protectively.

“Ah, yeah,” comments Patton as he returns his attention to the letter. “It says here that it has a censor in it to help you see if you’re running too hot. If you reach a certain temperature it trips a program where you either have to override it or it will admit a fire suppression system in the suit to cool you off. She says the whole suit is decked out with sensors to help you gauge your temperature and that the mask will give you the read out."

“Fascinating,” Logan says in awe as he looks the suit over. “I must ask her how she created these circuits so that they are functional as a suit yet heat resistant to withstand your flare-up temperatures.”

Virgil snorted, “I doubt she’ll tell you.”

“What about your suit, Virge?” asks Patton.

Virgil shrugs, “She didn’t make one.”

Patton laughs, “Of course she did, silly. I have the description right here.”

Virgil launches at Patton without warning and takes the note, “What?!”

Roman walks over to the duffle bag and reaches into the bottom, pulling out another suit all in black, “It blended into the bottom of the bag, Doom and Gloom.” Roman holds it out and lets it unfurl in front of him. Roman can’t help but smile, “All black! Well, almost. There’s a stripe of purple on top of the boots and the gloves. Oh, and a little storm cloud!”

“I think it really SUITS you,” Patton comments, giggling hysterically at his own pun.

“Haha, right,” Virgil deadpans as his eyes scan the letter. There’s something off with Virgil that Roman can’t quite place, but he brushes it off. They had had a rough morning with the service. And while Roman knew what to expect from Logan, Patton, and himself when it came to handling grief, Virgil was too new to the group still to quite understand how his mind worked. Virgil hadn’t become friends with the boys until the previous year when they all started high school and met through school (Virgil had bio with Logan and was in art with Patton).

“What does it say?” Roman asks, coming back from his thoughts.

Virgil sighs, “It should be easy for me to turn invisible and require no level of effort really to change it with me. And that it should help me focus?”

“What does that mean?” inquires Logan. “And why did she include the emblem of a storm cloud?”

Virgil shrugs, “I have no idea. Maybe its just what she thinks my logo would be if I was a Super.”

Logan rolls his eyes, “You ARE a Super.”

“I mean if I was a Super like back in the day,” Virgil answers smugly.

Roman can’t get over the shock that he was holding his own Super suit. He had never expected to get the privilege to have his own with the laws being the way they were. But here he was, sitting with his very own Edna Mode design, customized especially for him. And what was he supposed to do with it?

“So now what?” he asks, finally having to say something.

“What do you mean?” Virgil asks.

“We have these amazing suits,” Roman explains as he walks over towards the window. “We have to try them out!”

“Nope,” Virgil shakes his head, “No way. Edna and I agreed these were just to help us get back to normal, not emphasize how un-normal we are! Do you know what would happen if we got caught?”

“We would face arrest,” Logan lists off the facts, “Possibly court, incarceration, separation, rehabilitation program…”

Roman waves his hand as he looks between the blinds, “That’s IF we get caught.”

“We would,” Virgil answers.

“Not if we’re smart about it,” Roman retorts, turning to face the others. He starts bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Come on! Its not like I’m saying we should go save the day or anything. Just test out the suits, see what we can do.”

Virgil runs a hand down his face, “Edna said these were supposed to help us stay out of trouble. We can’t run the risk of getting her in trouble.”

Roman can’t help but laugh, “Please. Edna lives for trouble. If she was really trying to stay out of trouble, she never would have made the suits to begin with.”

Virgil looks pointedly at Logan for help. The technopath sits there for a moment, clearly weighing the pros and cons of the situation. Roman runs over to Logan and leans close to him, “Think about it, Lo. We would basically be running tests on our capabilities with the suits. Sounds like science to me.”

“Logan,” Virgil shouts to get his attention, “We could get caught.”

“Not…if we’re smart about it,” Logan says slowly as if trying the words out in his mouth. “We would have to find a remote place to mess with things. And we would have to keep our trials small.”

Roman smiles triumphantly, “Okay, deal. Patton?”

Patton’s eyes stay trained down at his suit as he speaks, “Virge, we could help people.”

Virgil’s mouth drops, “But we could get caught!”

“That would mean that they knew our secret identities,” Patton says gently. “And I don’t see how they could since it will just be our first time out there. But I want to help people, if I can. And I think this is a good starting place to see what we are capable of. Besides, I think we all need a distraction.”

“Thank you, Patton,” Roman comments with a nod as he looks at Virgil. “What do you think?”

Virgil runs a hand over his face and sighs heavily, “Fine. Fine, I’ll go too. But only because if we get caught I’d be your best bet at getting us out of there. Can’t catch what you can’t see.”

Logan’s eyes widen, “You can handle turning all four of us invisible?”

“I guess that’s what we’re going to find out.”

“Hopefully it won’t come to that,” Roman smiles reassuringly at the emo.

Virgil shoves his hands into his pockets, “So where are we conducting this catastrophe waiting to happen?”

Roman smiles as he pulls up the map on his phone, “Well… I have a few ideas.”

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