If there was one avenger Sam could consider family, it was Robbie Reyes. He didn’t really know why they just clicked, or how this friendship worked, it just did. Maybe it was the fact that they could converse in Spanish, have their private talks where not many of the others could interject or know, and it was nice to have someone share a somewhat similar culture. Whenever he was in space he’d always make sure to check in on the guy, ask how things were going, and he’d ask about Gabe, he always asked about Gabe. How they both had younger siblings they took care of was another similarity, but his heart did ache when he knew that Robbie had to go at it all alone. He always did want to introduce him to his mom, and maybe have a family cookout, Sam knew his mom would instantly love the two brothers, maybe even smother them a little bit.
Now that was back in Star City, in the midst of all the turmoil, he wondered if his flaming skull friend was anywhere near. He tried to avoid as much of the conflict as possible, as it would be too confusing to say he was Nova and he was also fighting Nova agents, he’d have two sides gunning for him, so for now, he was just Sam. Trouble always had a way of finding Sam regardless, as a couple of agents intercepted his walkabout, pointing their guns at him. Who are you? they yelled, and he smirked. “I’m Nova,” this confused them, as they looked at each other before he slipped the alien tech nova helmet from his back pocket. How the helmet solidified, and them became nothing more than a fold-able material was beyond him, but that was alien tech. As he donned the helmet his suit materialized and he smiled.
“One down, zap!” he said as he blasted one of the guys away. “Another one, zap!” Sam giggled as the man went flying and screaming. “And third, zap! Oh shit home run,” The man laughed as the final one really took far and off. As he stopped to look at his surroundings to see if there more agents, he spotted something. “No...It can’t be, no fucking way,” he said before coming closer, donning a Darth Vader voice. “Robbie Reyes, I am your Papi!” he said as he came in, going back to his normal voice. “Only cause you call me daddy Sam from now on,” he said as he waved to his friend. Then his eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of who he knew to be Gabe. “Uh, one second,” he mused before taking his helmet off, now just Sam stood there, before coming close and pulling Robbie into a hug. “Te extrañe,” he mumbled. “So this is your place, huh? Sweet.”
