MHA: UltraMan

Sunlight streamed through the window, inching across the room until it warmed Jackson's face. He scrunched his nose and shifted, but as the light pressed against his eyelids, he let out a groan and buried his face into his Iron Man pillow, hoping to escape the morning a little longer—though he was already awake.

He stayed like that, buried in his pillow, until the quiet creak of his door broke the morning silence. Carol stepped inside, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, her eyes scanning the room with a knowing smirk.

"Hey, kid," Carol said, taking a slow sip of her coffee, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "If you don't get up, I'm canceling our trip to Avenger Tower."

Jackson's eyes shot open. Panic kicked in, and he bolted upright. "I'm up!" he blurted, practically throwing himself out of bed. He stumbled toward his closet, excitement rushing through him as he yanked the doors open, already forgetting he had been half-asleep just moments ago.

Boston, 9:00 AM EST

In the stillness of the open field, two figures stood side by side, their gazes locked on the horizon. The quiet around them was thick, as if the world itself held its breath. The wind tugged at their clothes, but they remained unmoving, anticipation hanging between them like a charged storm waiting to break.

"Mom?" Jackson asked, his voice tinged with confusion. "Why are we standing here? Couldn't you just fly us there?"

Carol raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh?" She tilted her head. "And what fun would that be? Don't you want to fly in a Quinjet?"

Before Jackson could even respond, excitement bubbling up, the air around them seemed to shift. A sudden rush of wind whipped through the field, tousling their hair. The hum of energy vibrated the ground, and in an instant, the Quinjet dropped out of cloaking, its sleek, dark silhouette cutting through the air like a blade. The ship swooped low, performing a perfect 180-degree turn as it made its descent, its engines roaring in the distance. With a soft screech of tires, the Quinjet landed gracefully on its rear jets, the dust settling around it. The cockpit tilted slightly as the hatch slowly opened, revealing the craft's high-tech interior.

From the depths of the Quinjet, a figure in a black suit descended the ramp, his movements smooth and calculated. As he reached the bottom, he removed his black sunglasses with a casual flick, his expression unreadable but purposeful.

"Coulson," Carol greeted him with a nod, her hand resting gently on Jackson's shoulder behind her.

"Captain Marvel," Coulson replied with a professional tone, his gaze briefly shifting to Jackson before meeting Carol's again.

"Oh, please," Carol waved it off with a smile. "Call me Carol. I'm retired."

Coulson's lips twitched into a small, knowing smile. "Of course, Mrs. Rogers."

Agent Coulson glanced at his watch, his tone light but efficient. "Well, look at the time. We should get moving." 

Jackson glanced up at his mother, seeking her approval. She smiled at him, a knowing expression on her face. "Come on now," she said, urging him forward.

Excitement surged through him, and he dashed into the Quinjet, Carol and Coulson following close behind.

"Wow," Jackson breathed in awe as he took in the sleek, advanced interior. His eyes widened at the holographic tech around him. But what really caught his attention were the two pilots in the cockpit, their movements precise as they worked with the complex systems.

Agent Coulson passed by Jackson, heading toward the cockpit. He exchanged a brief nod with the pilots, who immediately began their preparations.

The hatch clicked shut with a soft thud, and the low growl of the Quinjet's engines filled the cabin. The hum grew louder, vibrating through the floor as the jet shot upwards, the world below shrinking quickly.

"Wow…" Jackson's eyes widened with amazement as the Quinjet soared toward the city. Unable to contain his excitement, he rushed up between the pilots, pressing his hands against the edge of the console as he stared out through the windshield. His mouth hung open in awe.

New York sprawled beneath them, a labyrinth of towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. But what truly captured Jackson's attention was Avengers Tower, rising above the skyline like a beacon. Its sleek design gleamed under the morning sun, and the bold letters emblazoned across its structure stood as both a warning to those who threatened peace and a symbol of hope for the people below.

The Quinjet glided through the air, slipping behind Avengers Tower as the wall split open with a mechanical hiss. Bright landing lights flickered on, guiding the ship into the hidden hangar. The engines let out a low hum, thrusters adjusting for a perfect descent. As the landing gear touched down with a soft thud, the metallic hiss of the closing roof sealed them inside.

Jackson bolted out of the Quinjet the moment the ramp lowered, his eyes darting around as he took in every detail of the hangar. His excitement carried him further as he rushed to explore, barely able to contain himself.

"Jackson!" Carol called out, her voice firm but amused. "Honey, I know you're excited, but stay close to me."

He skidded to a stop as his mother's words finally registered. With a sheepish grin, he quickly returned to her side, slipping his hand into hers.

"Ah, young Jackson!" Thor's booming voice echoed through the hangar as he approached, his red cape billowing behind him. "I see the spirit of adventure burns bright within you! A fine trait indeed—but even the mightiest warriors must heed their mother's call." He gave Carol a respectful nod before grinning down at Jackson. "Now, tell me, lad, are you prepared to witness the grandeur of Avengers Tower?"

"Uncle Thor!" Jackson shouted, sprinting toward him with uncontained excitement. Thor let out a hearty laugh, scooping the boy up into a crushing embrace. "Ah-ha! Come here, young warrior!" he bellowed, lifting Jackson off the ground with ease. "You've grown stronger since last we met! Soon, you shall be ready to wield a hammer of your own!"

"Ah, uh—yeah, no. You're not giving my son a hammer, Thor," Carol said, crossing her arms with a pointed look.

"Ah, but a young warrior must have his weapon!" Thor declared, placing a hand on his chest with a proud grin.

"Thor, I learned a long time ago that you can't win an argument with my wife," Steve said with a grin, stepping into the room in all his glory, the unmistakable shield on his back, Captain America himself.

"Dad!" Jackson shouted, sprinting toward him and crashing into his embrace.

"Easy there, kiddo," Steve smiled, kneeling to Jackson's level, ruffling his hair with a playful hand.

Steve shot a warm, affectionate glance at his wife. "Hey, honey," he said softly.

"Steve," she replied, her smile lighting up the room.

Jackson spent most of the day with his dad, blissfully unaware of the Avengers business Steve was quietly managing behind the scenes. But despite that, he had an unforgettable time, meeting Iron Man and the rest of the Avengers. The experience made the day feel even more special, with his excitement soaring higher than ever.

As the day came to a close, father and son, both with matching blonde hair and blue eyes, stood side by side, gazing out of the tower's window at the sprawling city below.

"Dad," Jackson said softly, his hand pressed against the cool glass, "I want to be a hero like you one day."

Steve smiled warmly, his gaze turning down to his son. "Oh? And why do you want to be a hero?"

Jackson's fingers lingered on the window as he spoke. "Mom always said, if you have the power to save someone, you should. It's the right thing to do."

Jackson turned to his father, his eyes burning with determination. "I want to save people," he declared, his voice steady and full of purpose.

Steve looked down at his son, his expression soft yet filled with pride. "Son, one day your time will come," he said, his voice steady with conviction. "And when it does, you'll be greater than even I could ever be."