Beyond Super II (Male Violet x Reader)

Chapter 5: Midair Mayhem

Bob placed Jack-Jack gently in his crib, carefully pulling the blanket up to his tiny chin. After turning off the lamp, he was about to step out when he hesitated. With a sigh, he flipped a table upside down on top of the crib and stacked a few books on it for extra security. "This should keep you in here," he muttered, double-checking the setup before quietly exiting the room.

As he entered the living room, Bob noticed Vinson sitting by the window, knees pulled to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. The dim evening light framed his silhouette.

"Vinson? Why are you back so early?" Bob asked, concerned.

Vinson didn't look up. "Don't... say anything," he mumbled, his voice strained. Without another word, he stood abruptly and bolted upstairs to his room.

Bob followed and gently knocked on the closed door. "It's Dad. Are you okay in there?"

"I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it," came the muffled response from the other side.

Bob hesitated, resting his hand on the doorknob. "Well, okay then. I'll leave you alone if you—"

"It was a complete disaster!" Vinson suddenly burst out, his voice filled with frustration.

Bob jumped at the outburst but remained by the door, ready to listen.

Vinson's voice trembled as he continued, "When we got to the theater, it was great at first. We got popcorn, soda, and found perfect seats. But then, halfway through the movie, I tried to pass her the soda, and I knocked it over—right into her lap!"

He groaned, resting his forehead against the door. "She jumped up, and I panicked. I tried to help, but instead, I tripped over my own feet and fell right into her, spilling popcorn all over both of us!"

Vinson sighed, his voice dropping. "She laughed and said it was okay, but I knew she was just trying to make me feel better. After the movie, I felt so awkward that instead of saying anything, I just stood there. When her parents came to pick us up, I barely managed to say goodbye. I couldn't even look at her."

Bob leaned against the door, listening to the guilt in his son's voice, searching for the right words.

"Well, I'm sure if you just talk to (Y/n) and tell her it was an accident..." Bob began, trying to reassure Vinson.

"Talk to her? How could I?" Vinson exclaimed, pacing back and forth. "I messed up so bad! She probably thinks I'm a total idiot. She'll never want to hang out with me again!"

"Come on, Vinson, (Y/n)'s not like that," Bob replied. "She's a very understanding girl."

Vinson shook his head, frustration mounting. "You don't get it, Dad. I shouldn't have even tried. She's... she's so much cooler than me! I completely embarrassed myself. How could she want to be around me after this?"

Bob paused before suggesting, "Well, maybe I could talk to her for you?"

"No!" Vinson snapped. "That'll just make it worse! Please, Dad, if you want to help, just... just stay out of it, okay?"

Bob sighed, recognizing the desperation in his son's voice. As he turned to leave, he heard the TV downstairs. Rushing down, he found Jack-Jack sitting on the couch with the remote in hand, eyes glued to the screen. Bob let out a tired sigh as he saw the movie playing, featuring a robber in a black mask.

Jack-Jack sat contently on Bob's lap as Bob drifted off, the movie's robbery scene still flashing across the screen.

Jack-Jack heard a noise and peered outside the window, spotting a raccoon rummaging through the trash. With a determined frown, Jack-Jack started crawling toward the glass door. As the raccoon noticed him and hissed, Jack-Jack leaned against the door and, with a sudden burst of energy, teleported right through it.