Not a Man of Violence (Starring: Damian as Atlas and Tyuki as Eclipse)

At the time, he was contacted, Atlas was doing a little lifting training. Granted, to the average person this would have been far more than just a little, though he liked to keep himself in top physical condition. ”We have something we need you to do.” Was the statement she said, Damian settling the weight down and wiping away a few droplets of sweat from his forehead. The gravity had released only a few seconds ago, making the weight he had been lifting even more inconsequential.  Rather than ask, he held a hand out as the folder was thrown towards it.

Damian glanced over the papers taking a few things in, then nodding as if understanding the situation. They wanted him to look into talk about an angel in a certain town in Switzerland, something that sounded simple enough. ”73% a match, that sounds not completely sure.” Damian suggested with an arced brow, drawing a rather stern expression from the woman.  ”Alright, I’ll look into I guess.” He said with a nod, shaking his head as a few curls were thrown about.

”So am I taking a plane or what?” He asked, as they ended up waling down one of the many halls of the facility.

”Yes, one will be prepped for you in a few hours. We’ll want you to pack a few changes of clothes, and your suit as usual.” He was not too sure what he was supposed to be wearing, though Damian prepared just in case. So he moved through the room, picking up a few shirts, pairs of shorts and his favorite pair of shoes along with the heroic suit that was usually settled in the corner of his room. It folded itself up with a press of a certain button turning portable as usual. It took no real time to gather everything up and then he was ready, boarding the flight and he was off to another country rather quickly.

Time passed from there, some between sleep but eventually he arrived.

Transit from there to the town only took a few minutes with his speed, the thin telekinetic barrier over his body proving to protect his clothes from any tear that would have incurred.  Landing on the outskirts of town he was in simple clothes, cargo pants, a button up flannel shirt left unbuttoned with a smooth grey shirt underneath, wearing simple brown boots. Sunglasses were just there because he believed they made him look cool, regardless of if that were true.

That was when he heard something, glass shattering and possibly metal denting in. ”Well that sounds suspicious.” He muttered to himself, taking off in a light sprint towards the source of the noise, though to most it would seem a little faster than just sprinting. Within a few minutes, he came upon the scene, mismatched eyes considering it carefully. A car with a tree pinning it to the ground, the metal roof buckling under with doors that were too damaged to open. Time for a moment felt as if it had slowed down while he looked over the situation. Something told him no emergency services would come soon, and waiting for this angel to come went against his own nature.

Seeing people in trouble felt wrong, and so he would do something to help them. With hands buried in his pockets, Damian would approach the crushed car, hearing the people within. Breaths were hurried, heartbeats accelerated and overall, he could tell one of them was injured from the smell of iron in the air. The tree itself looked like no problem, and easing up the pressure upon the car was something he needed to do immediately.

Removing his right hand from a pocket, and putting his fingers under the tree, he gave what looked to be a noncommittal push upwards causing it to rise. Metal groaned, shards of glass falling from broken windows, and sighs of relief were heard. With a casual motion, he tossed the tree aside, letting it slam against the ground with a resounding crack. ”Are you okay?” He asked with worried tones, looking at the two that were still in the car. It had slipped the heroes mind that they could not understand what he was saying.

Regardless of that he grabbed onto one of the doors, tearing it from the frame, giving them the chance to crawl from the wreckage, saying something in a language he could not understand. Still, he felt the pleasure of just helping someone.

Something flapping through the air caught his ears, sounding oddly ponderous to him. Something was coming towards the, though he was more focused upon what he was dealing with at the moment. He was more focused upon the people he was trying to save from their car accident, if that was what one could call it. The sound of someone approaching him was there as well, though Atlas did not really do anything. Self-confidence was a factor within his negligence, though power tended to breed such reactions. Within a moment someone else joined his rescue effort, kneeling down and going into the vehicle. It appeared that someone else was trying to help these people, and something told him that he did find who he was looking for.

One of the victims found the words he was looking for in English. The howl of pain that followed was something that made him wince, feeling a small amount of the pain that was likely be experienced by the man. It always came down to this when helping people that were in pain. Unluckily he could not put an end to such pain with any manner of healing abilities. The female asked if there was a way that they could move the vehicle could be moved and the door removed.  That required some manner of thought, because he had no idea what he was dealing with. He removed his left hand from the pocket, walking around to the other side of the car, and considering the damage to the door that kept the man pinned. This had been a little worse than originally though, though that was something that he could fix.

This was the hard part really, though he made use of any skills he had. First came reaching through the window, pressing a few fingers against the door that bulged inwards, sharp glass harmlessly scraping against his biceps. The other lightly pressed against the male, extending what protection his tactile telekinesis could over him. It would mitigate any damage trying to remove the door would cause, making any further blood loss as minimal as possible. ”Hold still.” He said, hoping that the man could understand and would listen to what he was saying. First came pushing the dent outwards a little, causing the door that had pinned him in to come out enough that it wasn’t keeping him down.

Removing the door was simple after that, though tearing it off the hinges was not something that he just did. He slowly pulled it off, gauging if he were hurting the man but eventually it did come off, revealing that he had something stabbing into his leg. That made things even more annoying. His specialty was not first aid, meaning that someone else would have to do that, otherwise something told him the heroism would have been for naught.

”Do we have any hospitals nearby? His leg looks pretty bad.” He said, giving the leg a once over and not looking the broken bone that his x-ray vision yielded.

Despite how calm he looked, Damian was filled with a variety of tension. He wasn’t sure what would happen, though he had to be confident if this would go well. People did not want to see their heroes were human, no they had to be a little more than just that. Sirens rang out in the distance, suggesting that someone had called for help and he only needed to be sure that this man stayed alive. Heart still beating really fast, something his vision managed to sight before he returned to normal means. Such invasiveness was something that had to be avoided unless he was in a life or death situation like this.

With what looked to be help from the female hero, both of them managed to lay the man down. Next came dealing with the injury, though Damian only had it in mind to stabilize the wound until someone else could make sure it was good. That was when the female mentioned removing the gearshift from his calf, causing Damian to look up questioning at her for a second. If she had some way to fix him, then all he could do was follow along and hope for the best.

With a deep breath, he would wrap his fingers around the bit of metal, looking to the man as he removed it. Flesh minorly tearing could be heard, a little blood spurting on his face. Still, it gave time for Tyuki to do her duty, and manifest her healing ability. Black hair had become white, and suddenly she became the hero that he recognized from so many videos the people of the compound showed him. Once a Talon, but supposedly dead, now she was before him as alive as anyone else. Dozens of questions roiled within his skull, though all Damian did was watch with wide eyed fascination as the damaged flesh knitted itself closed.

Minutes passed but the damage would be gone, leaving the man as good a new. That was followed by her healing the other victims of the accident, Damian allowing that to happen with arms crossed over his chest. The scene itself was touching, and he knew why they called her an angel. Kind and cutting a rather impressive figure with those wings, as well as bringing health to everyone around her. Finally she would turn back to him, thanking the hero for his help despite how much she did herself.

”It was nothing. What you did was pretty good there too.” Damian responded with a smile, trying not to take all of the credit. ”I’d heard this town had an angel guarding it, and it looks like that wasn’t wrong.”

He fought the urge to jerk his head back when the female reached up towards him, wiping away the small splatter of blood from his cheek. He had totally forgotten about that bit, granted Damian had suddenly become more interested in the hero that had helped him out. If she were the Tyuki he had heard about before, that meant everything that had been said about her death was false. Either someone wanted people to believe she was dead, or death did not stick like one thought it should. ” You’d be surprised what I hear.” Damian said in a joking manner, tapping on his head with an index just an inch above the left ear. Suggesting that he was either well informed or just that his hearing was really good.

Then came the question of how he had managed to lift the tree, causing the male to turn to the large tree he had tossed as if it were nothing. ”Thing is I’m strong, really strong.” Was the response that came from him, wondering why that seemed to surprise her so much. Perhaps she was not used to seeing someone of his caliber, or maybe she had lost some vital memories along the way. As soon as he gave the answer, she would fly over to the tree and begin to lift it up as well. This did prove that she was strong, though he could see that her impressive strength was being used all wrong. Despite how large the oak was, something told him that she should have had an easier time lifting such a large one.

It took a quick scan of her form, he could tell what exactly was being done wrong. Again the tree would hit the ground, Atlas striding around the car and over to the downed tree. Her enthusiasm was infectious, but he wanted to help her the best that he could. ”Yeah, you are pretty strong.” He agreed with a nod of the head, tone not suggesting sarcasm for the moment.

”Just need to improve your form. You could lift so much more if you knew what you were doing.” He then added,  leaning over with what looked to be a practiced form of lifting. This time using both hands, he lifted the tree over his head with a single fluid motion. A few leaves shook free from it, fluttering to the ground and some of them onto his head.

”You could probably do this too.” He then added in a supportive tone, settling the tree back onto the ground.

Damian smirked when she said she already knew he was strong, though it was always nice to hear someone else admit that he was. ”So that makes us both really strong.” He said, just enjoying the banter with the person he was talking to. After showing her a little of how to lift things, he found himself being asked how to lift properly, something that he was sure someone even close to his caliber of strength would want. Heroes helping one another out was something that he believed in and so Damian would act upon that inclination to help.

”I’ve got time.” He responded, looking down to the tree with slightly furrowed brows. While lifting trees would have been nice, something told him that she would likely need more than that to reach her potential. Something told him that was what his superiors would want, and that was good enough for him. ”So yeah, I’ll teach you what I know. Always willing to help out a fellow hero and stuff like that.” He said, taking on the fresh country air that permeated the town. A part of him could really enjoy living a life like this, without all the pollution of New York.

Then came the introductions, the female with wings giving her name. ”You can call me Damian Miles or just Atlas if you’re so inclined.” He wasn’t expecting her to know the name. Less people than he thought knew it, but more people than expected did as well. He shook the hand in return, still smiling as he made sure not to make the grip too extreme, otherwise he likely would just accidentally hurt her hand.

”Guess you want to start the training now, right?”

His sudden new apprentice looked rather giddy about his agreeing to train her in the use of super strength. She voiced her appreciation, almost making him nervous enough to blush and that was something that was surprisingly something that was easy to do to Atlas. ”You can call me whatever you want.” He shrugged, wondering if she would actually go as far as to call him Atlas continually. ”I sorta respond to both anyway.” Adding that he tried to think of places one could train their superior strength, examining the area around him and seeing nothing fully suitable.

There were of course The Alps but that means dealing with potentially defacing a rather beautiful natural landmark. Not that he was beyond doing something like that, if it would held someone like him. While thinking about that, Tyuki brought up seeing him in a video, It sounded like one of those YouTube videos that showed up, mostly him saving people from high danger situations, even beating up a few metahumans that got a bit big for themselves.

”Lot of videos of me flowing around I guess.” He said with a grin, seeming even more flattered by the suggested popularity.  ”Alright, let’s just take this away from here. Don’t wanna accidentally break any public property.” He suggested, beginning to levitate off the ground without any apparent means of propulsion.

”Just follow me.” He said, and took off in the direction of what looked to be mountains overlooking the town.

Damian could hear the faint sirens going off in the distance, though he was more interested in helping the person in front of him. ”Yeah I can. Has something to do with weird…telekinesis or something like that.” Damian explained, sounding like he fully did not understand his own abilities. Granted he understood what he needed to and that was he could hit things harder than most metahumans could, which meant that he had to know how to control such strength. Both of them began their flight towards the mountains, Damian just enjoying the view on the way there.

Tyuki would catch up to him quickly, asking how long he had been doing his heroing. Recalling the information like that was difficult, only if he did not have an exact time in his mind. ”Can’t really remember. Been about….eight years I guess.” He admitted with a shrug, as they continued to go higher in elevation, though the thinner air did not even begin to affect him. Eventually they would land on one of the mountains, a  few harsh winds blowing against him but it wasn’t quite the temperature that would hamper him yet. Their landing area around them was smooth save for a few considerably sized boulders.

They were heavier than the tree, something that he could make use of when he wanted to teach Tyuki how to lift. ”Try lifting it like this.” He said, making sure his style of lifting was obvious as he knelt down and wrenched the large rock up.