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I'm not him. I'm me, okay?

Meh, people around here get mistaken for each other all the time. Don't let it get to you.

Root beer?

I've been trying to ignore it, but...being called "Kid Apocalypse" is kinda hard to ignore. He was a monster. I just wanna be a hero!

[But his eyes light up at the offer of root beer. He is just a kid, after all.]

Oh! Yes please!

OK, first of all, sweetie, you gotta get a better codename than that. Apocalypse is a monster; I have helped nurse some of the heroes he's flattened back to health. [She stops polishing glasses and pats one of the barstools next to hers.] You? Nothing like him.

[She reaches across the bar, scoops up some ice in a glass and pours him a drink from a pitcher.] I make my own. There ya go.

Oh, that's not my codename, Miss. I'm called Genesis, but I like my friends to use my real name, Evan. I know I look like Apocalypse, but he's not me. The other kids though...they all whisper behind my back that I'm him. Only Broo and Angel believe me that I'm not.

[He hops up on the stool, spinning around for a few seconds before stopping himself with his hands.]

Thanks!

[And he drinks deeply, both hands on the glass, as only a kid can.]

It's Maddie. This is my place! I live upstairs with Jake and Elwood. [There's a scratch at a baby gate at the top of the stairs behind the bar, and a bark.]

One of the problems with a school environment is that until you hit college there's a lot of razzing each other. If it wasn't you and this it would be you and something else or somebody else and something else. But what you gotta do is be just a straight up good guy. You build your own reputation, action by action. Like Captain America. If he wasn't such a nice guy, people would be afraid of the whole super-soldier thing! But he overcomes that with personality.

It's nice to meet you, Maddie!

[And he listens, taking an occasional sip of his root beer. She has a point. He was trying to be a hero, but it was hard when a lot of people already had preconceptions about what he was going to do.]

Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just hard sometimes, you know? It feels like a lot of people've already made up their minds about me, and I've got other people telling me that I should focus on figuring out who I am. It gets confusing sometimes.

Welp. Lemme tell you a story.

Two years ago I was a test pilot for the US military. Or so they tell me. After the crash I woke up with amnesia, and my memories have never come back. To me, figuring out who I am is a constant thing too. But you don't do it by digging into the past or hanging onto who other people tell you you are. Who you are is something you build day by day. It changes, too. And yeah, it's confusing, but...don't worry. You'll get the hang of it.

[with a firm nod] Yes.

We...choose. Who we are.

Tell that to the kids in my class. They look at my face, and I don't think it's me they're seeing. It's someone else. Someone I don't want to be.

Show them. Make them see...who you are. Not - who you could be.

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