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originally written for Gideon City; must be adapted to fit Rise For All

He's roughly twenty-two years old. H.O.R.D. is gone, well shit. He feels like he and his brother have been thrown aside by them. No compensation. No warning. He doesn't even know who the decision had come from. He'd tried contacting his colleagues but none had picked up. Either they're avoiding him or they're getting drunk off their asses like he is. Ariel's back home with the rest of their siblings. Neither of them are sure what they're going to do to provide for their family. He's been texting their father about it, venting to him, but so far nothing is helping.

He glances up from his beer when he notices someone sit down across from him. Hank Stane is dressed casual in a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and faded jeans. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiles at the eldest Amador.

"What are you doing here, Ryan?" he asks.

Ryan scoffs and holds up his beer. "Nothing else was helping."

"And is this helping?"

Ryan looks away. "No... Not really."

"You should be with your siblings," Hank points out, "I'll help you kids out with money. I promise."

He sets his beer down and sighs, leaning back in his chair. "You shouldn't have to. I'm a grown man. I've been helping raise my siblings since Mum died. I shouldn't have to ask my-"

"You don't have to ask," Hank interrupts, "I'm happy to help. Just because you're an adult doesn't mean I can't help you when you're in a tough spot." He reaches forward and places his hand on top of Ryan's. "I'm always here, if any of you ever need me."

Ryan manages a smile. "I know."

---

He's younger, cellphone pressed to his ear, pacing around the kitchen.

"You think I should join H.O.R.D.?" he asks, voice unsure, "Why? Wouldn't I have to register as a hybrid? I don't know what the rules are in the US, but Australia's not too fond of hybrids."

"Antilla's the only place fond of hybrids," Hank Stane's voice comes through on the other line, "But I think it would be a good experience for you. You'd get some training-"

"You've already given me training," he points out, remembering the years of learning under Hank how to control his powers along with his siblings.

"You'll also be able to help people," Hank points out, "Make a difference. Don't you trust me?"

He doesn't even hesitate to answer, "Of course."

He can practically hear Hank grinning when he says, "Good."

---

He's thirteen years old, staring down at Gabriela Amador's grave. He's surrounded by his siblings. They're all tightly grasping each other's hands. He doesn't know what he's going to do. Their father isn't even in the country. Does he even know what happened to their Mum? Does he know about the accident? About the car crash? They don't have any other relatives they could live with. They aren't close to any of them. Sure they had come for the funeral, but none of them had ever liked the Amador children. They had always said the children were odd.

Ryan holds no love for any of them. He looks from each sibling to the other. Ariel is twelve, Sara and Xander are nine, and Joan is seven. He doesn't know how he's going to take care of them. There is already someone - some stranger - waiting for them at a car, talking about foster care if no relatives come for them. It scares him, the possibility of being separated from his siblings. He knows that's not what his Mum would have wanted. But she left no will.

Eventually that stranger comes and guides his siblings to the car. He sits down in front of his Mum's grave, refusing to leave. He doesn't notice the figure by the car, talking with the stranger until the figure walks up to him. He's in a trench coat with a hat shadowing his eyes but then he sits down and Hank Stane, face solemn, looks at Ryan.

He doesn't say anything until Ryan starts to cry, tears cascading down the young boy's face. He pulls him into his arms, closer to his side and wraps his arms around him, gently holding the back of his head. Ryan buries his face against Hank's neck. Hank just holds him and whispers, soothingly, "Shh, everything's going to be alright. Daddy's here."

---

He's fifteen years old, sitting in a doctor's office. He doesn't notice that the doctor's coat has the Encore logo on it. He's never seen that logo before and the image doesn't stick in his head so he'll never put two and two together and figure it out. But he's the first to do this, after him, each of his siblings will. According to his dad, there's a shot he's required to get by the school board before he can start the school year. Something about preventing a sickness.

Hank Stane is there, holding his hand and looking like the proud father Ryan thinks he is. Well, he knows he's his father. It says so on his birth certificate as well as in the genetics he'd inherited. What he thinks is that Hank is proud of him. What other way would his father feel toward him? And what reason does he have to doubt him?

The doctor walks over with the shot and he doesn't realize it's full of the Catalyst because he's never seen it before. He doesn't even know it exists. It's yet to to be known by the Australian public, who still believes it's just an American problem.. It's injected straight into his bloodstream and he winces, his grip on his father's hand tightening. Everything in the syringe is injected into him. Hank smiles and places a soft kiss against his temple, earning a protest from the teenager who thinks he's far too old for this kind of fatherly affection - surely it was embarrassing! But he can't help but feel a sort of pride when he hears Hank's words.

"My brave, brave boy."

---

It's not even a week after the shot that he's feeling the effects. He's sick. He feels like he's dying. He's lying on some hospital bed in a room that doesn't have his siblings in it. And he knows they're sick too. Several times he's tried to take his IV out and get to his siblings. Now he's strapped to the bed. He thinks this is a horrible way to go. He thinks he's at a hospital. He doesn't realize it's one of Encore's international facilities, this one located right outside of Sydney. He doesn't realize that for his entire life, he's been taken to this facility instead of a hospital. He doesn't realize he was born here instead of a hospital.

He doesn't realize a lot of things. All he knows is that he believes he's dying.

The door is open and he barely makes out people in hazmat suits running by and something about Joan. He doesn't register the thunder and lightning in the sky outside that has suddenly come out of nowhere. He doesn't register the nullification field that's growing as his hybrid ability manifests.

All he notices is that he feels like he's dying.

---

He's older, in his early twenties, sitting at the dinning table with his siblings and Hank Stane. They're eating take out food - Chinese food. Joan and Xander are arguing over who gets the last egg roll. Sara snatches it before either of them can grab it.

Ryan looks up from his food and gestures with his chopsticks at Hank. "Oh hey, there's this guy that works for H.O.R.D.," he begins.

Hank chuckles. "I'll bet there's a lot of guys that work for H.O.R.D."

The other Amador siblings snicker. Ryan playfully rolls his eyes.

"Haha, very funny, Dad."

Hank turns to Ariel and grins. "Is he going to tell me about some guy he has a crush on?"

Ariel laughs but Ryan speaks up before he can answer.

"What? No!" Ryan insists.

"Good," Hank admits, "Because your last boyfriend was an abusive prick and your last girlfriend broke your heart so bad. I'd hate to see you go through either of that again."

"Ryan has horrible taste in men and women," Sara points out.

Ryan huffs. "Anyways," he continues, "There's this guy that works for H.O.R.D. and his last name is Stane. Scott Stane, I think his name is. I was just wondering if he might be related?"

Hank hesitates. Ryan assumes it's because he's thinking.

"I don't believe so," Hank answers, "Where's he from?"

"The States, I believe," Ryan explains.

Hank nods. "That explains it. My last name is popular in the States."

Ryan nods because he has no reason to doubt his father.

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