Fortunate Son (The Boys ~ Male Reader Insert)

Opportunities

We open on our protagonist as an alarm rings through his bedroom. At the sound of the noise, he flinched and phases through his bed. Crawling out through it and sighing and he hits the alarm clock.

Y/n: Okay...

Y/n teleports to his closet to pick out some clothes and a montage begins where he teleports to various rooms in his grotty apartment. We see his daily routine such as eating breakfast, freshening up and using his pathetic excuse for a home gym.

Y/n: I'm Sneak. I'm one hundred and fifty-nine pounds and I am five foot ten.

Casting Director: Turn around please.

Y/n is at some kind of audition. He wears a sort of leather crash suit, mainly a dirty yellow with accents of black upon the midriff, feet, inner-thighs and under-arms. He also wears black night-vision goggles with yellow tints as opposed to the classic green. He turns around, displaying his costume.

Casting Director: Okay. Let's see it, buddy.

Y/n: Yeah, uhh, I've got a few.

Y/n showcases his powers, such gifts being teleportation, phasing, and personal gravity manipulation- allowing him to stand upon walls and ceilings like an unnamed trademarked Marvel hero.

Casting Director: Thank you, Sneak.

The scene cuts to a shot of Y/n in the bathroom, whistling a busy tune as he urinates into a plastic jar.

Y/n [voiceover]: I was born super-abled. Didn't go down too great with the folks. Dad always said I was... 'ungrateful.' Always went on about how he would use my opportunities much better than I did. Anyway, I left the state and started using those 'opportunities' to prove that I was worth a damn.

Now back in the previous room, Y/n continues his pitch to the stone-faced camera crew and ginger woman in the back, shrouded in shadow.

Later in the day, we see Y/n -back in civilian clothes- approach a store on the high street, a heavy bag in his hand. The overhead bell pings as he walks in.

Clerk: Welcome to Bryman Audio-Visual, my name is Hughie, how can I help?

Y/n: Hi, do you guys do repairs? Or maybe consultations?

Hughie: I- uhh... I mean, anything's possible. Whatcha got there?

Y/n takes the object out of the disposable bag, revealing it to be the night-vision goggles from his supe outfit.

Hughie: You hunt in your spare time?

Y/n: Something like that.

Hughie: Huh. So, what's the issue?

Y/n: The yellow tint from the outside is beginning to bleed through and that's kind of messing with the electronics of the goggles.

Hughie: I see...

Hughie gives an intricate explanation of the problem, though the technobabble flies straight over Y/n's head as he looks around mindlessly at the shop.

Hughie: So, to summarise, yes. I can fix your goggles. I will need to keep them overnight though. If that's cool with you.

Y/n: Yeah, yeah. Sure.

The two exchange numbers, Hughie writing Sneak's into the company phone book for later use. Y/n punches the store's number into his contacts list and makes to move out.

Hughie: Have a good day!

Y/n nods and leaves the store. He makes his way to a quiet alley and teleports away, leaving a quick wisp of black smoke and a brief pop sound in his wake. He reappears in his apartment, followed by the sound of a rumbley tummy.