What a mother and sister duo those two were. Absolute chaos wrapped in divine couture. Parker chuckled, head tilted back, eyes scanning the space where El had just vanished like a damn Snapchat notification.
"Fine," he muttered to himself, a smirk creeping up his lips. "I'll save Earth."
Not just 'cause it was technically his fault things were spiraling toward cosmic doom—although yeah, he did scare the Olympians into summoning the literal embodiment of annihilation—but because they had entrusted this shitstorm to him. His mother. His sister.
Two terrifying Existential women who somehow made armageddon feel like a family errand.
And he wasn't about to let them down.
