[He looks back at her as she speaks the second time, pausing and slowing down mid-flight to watch her surprise. There's really nothing quite like a first time in the sky; he remembers his own, and then, later, Teddy's. And he's sure they've all shared this look: wonder, surprise, the beginnings of delight overcoming fear. Humans weren't really meant to fly, so it's that much more magical when they do.
So he grins, because this isn't something he ever thought he'd share with his family.]
Every time.
[Which is a lie, of course- sometimes they're fighting super villains or running for their lives, and there's no time to stare out at the horizon and wonder at how cool or beautiful or amazing it all is. But it's never boring, never mundane. Flight is still his favourite part of having magic.]
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So he grins, because this isn't something he ever thought he'd share with his family.]
Every time.
[Which is a lie, of course- sometimes they're fighting super villains or running for their lives, and there's no time to stare out at the horizon and wonder at how cool or beautiful or amazing it all is. But it's never boring, never mundane. Flight is still his favourite part of having magic.]