If mark and reader/sav ever had a kid they would be that one meme thats like “nine months in my stomach making me suffer and you come out looking like your stupid dad!” with poor sav lightheartedly lamenting about basically giving birth to a little mark clone (viltrumite genes really don’t play 💔)
BAAHHAHA NO LITERALLY. Like I can picture her stressed out of her mind. Like, Debbie 2.0.
Like, no Mark Jr, pls do not time yourself on how quickly you can fly to space and back and if you can beat dad—
And while I totally agree with the genes, a part of me wants to believe and hope and pray that something of her(you) passes onto their child. Like, the color of her eyes, or the texture of her hair. Or, the light dusting of freckles or the pronounced cupids bow she has. Something small but not easily forgotten.
A glorious screaming reminder that she was there, that she made that happen. That even if she was not a superhero or Viltrumite, she did the incredible—incomparable thing of creating and birthing something so special.
