An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
The city sprawls in front of him—as dense and expansive as moss growing off the side of a house. Tommy’s ivy tightens, digging his ribs uncomfortably into the railing as it urges him forward.
Go, its pressure says. Take the jump.
Tommy doesn’t want to. Tommy, staring at a six-story drop to pasty white concrete below, thinks he might throw up. Pass out. In the best case scenario, he might wake up and find out that this was all some horrible nightmare, and he’s not actually sprouting vines from his hands. He doesn’t actually have a…
Superpower, Tommy thinks with startlingly clarity, for the very first time. I have a superpower.
I can’t have a superpower.
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Or, Tommy develops a power. Unbeknownst to him, his older brother has one too.
