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A/N: I'm not quite sure how this is going to turn out, but after watching Sky High and finding a gay undertone like any good fangirl, I had to give it a try. This should follow the main plot, but it will be tweaked for my purpose, both because it will include what I think Will is thinking and because I can.

Chapter 1

Will slid the weights onto the bar and prepped himself. He could do this. He'd seen people without super strength do this. It shouldn't be that hard.

Maybe he would check his phone to see if Warren had texted him first.

No.

He would do this now. Before he could make up another excuse. Maybe, if he couldn't inherit his father's super strength, he could at least be strong for a human. Maybe that would at least make his father a little proud.

He laid down on the bench and wrapped his hands around the cold metal. He could do this. He let out a slow breath and pressed up with all his might to no avail. The bar didn't move at all.

He stopped, mostly because he could feel himself harming his muscles and he didn't want to think about how much Warren would laugh when he told him that he had pulled a muscle trying to bench press.

Dang Warren and his perfectly sculpted biceps.

Suddenly Will heard the stairs creak and he hurriedly got up and pushed many more weights onto the bar. It wasn't as if he could ever actually even budge the bar, but it would probably convince his Dad. He loved the man, but sometimes he was quite oblivious.

Will hurriedly laid down and put his hands on the bar just as his door opened.

"Two hundred," He announced, perhaps slightly overdoing it. "Oh, hey Dad. Just trying to get a few sets in before school."

"Low weight, high reps, right?" His dad asked, instantly crushing Will's hopes. His dad would never be impressed with such low weight. And there was probably more than Will weighed on the bar. His dad continued, unaware that he had just ruined his son's mood. "Good thinking. Don't want to bulk up."

Will resisted a snort at the very thought that he could be anything but scrawny, and nodded.

"Going more for definition," He said nonchalantly. His dad nodded.

"Big day, huh, Will? I just want you to know how proud I am that you'll be attending my alma mater and someday following me into the family business." His dad said. Well, that and the emotion he had in his voice when he said it made Will feel a little bit bad about deceiving him, so like all teenage boys, when confronted with emotion, he made a joke out of it.

"Real estate?" He asked. His dad smiled.

"Right, real estate," He repeated. "On a more serious note, son, I know that every kid thinks his dad's invincible and I nearly am, but who knows? Maybe the next time I punch a meteor hurtling toward Earth, I'll be the one who shatters into a million pieces. I guess all I'm trying to say here, Will, is it's nice to know that whatever happens to me you'll still be around to save the world."

"Looking forward to it," Will nodded, rubbing his now sweaty palms on his pants and trying not to think too deeply about what his father said, which he supposed was normal. What kid wanted to think about his father dying?

"We all are," His father said, which did not help anything. At all.

Will entered the kitchen just in time to hear his mother talking to Layla about them being naked in the kiddy pool.

"Mom!" He cried in complaint. Sure, he didn't and never would think of Layla that way, but still. What in the parent's job description said that they had to talk about their children when they were young and naked with other people? "Hi Layla," He greeted his best friend, the one person he trusted the most in the world, sitting down beside her and beginning to eat as his parents talked about their work and other embarrassing topics about him, like how his mother wanted to see him off onto the bus. He was pretty grateful to whoever had made that giant robot right now. His parents turned to leave and his father paused.

"Oh, Will, uh, a reminder. A lot of the kids at Sky High will only have one superhero parent, not so take it easy on them, huh? No showing off." His dad said. Will shot an embarrassed look at Layla, once again amazed at how his father knew that his only son had no special powers.

"Aw, Dad. Not to worry. I'll keep it low-key," He assured him. Yeah. So low-key that they wouldn't even be able to tell he has powers.

"Gotta go," His father winked before following the sound of his wife's beckoning. Will stared after them for a moment, and then turned away.

They would come home safe. They always did.

Once they were out of earshot Layla turned to punch him in the arm.

"Ow," He complained. "Don't damage the goods, Warren likes them."

"I can't believe you didn't tell him yet," Layla hissed at him.

"Are we talking about the gay thing or the powers thing?" Will asked for clarification.

"The powers thing, though you should tell him about the gay thing as well, you've only had a boyfriend for half a year," Layla rolled her eyes. "What are you waiting for, someone to out you?"

"Once again, are we talking about the gay thing or the powers thing?"

"Both," Layla said bluntly. Will sighed. He couldn't explain what was stopping him except for his fear. He wanted to make his father proud and the idea that he wouldn't crippled him with fear.

He was so pathetic. No powers and no courage either.