Captain Marvel
Captain Marvel was the happiest he had been in a while. He was having a lot of fun, just goofing off with the team and playing a game of catch. Of course, he enjoyed his work with the League, always glad to help people out and save the day, but he couldn't exactly be himself when doing so. Ten year olds weren't exactly allowed to join the Justice League. Captain Marvel sure, but Billy Batson wasn't allowed. It was the same at school, but opposite. Billy Batson was more than welcome, in fact he had many friends, but he couldn't exactly tell people what he did on the weekends or even on weeknights. With the team however, he could easily be a mixture of the two. He always remained as Captain Marvel but they didn't mind one bit if he let his childish side slip through. Of course, although it this was how he felt – perhaps subconsciously – none of this was running through Captain Marvel's head at the moment. Instead he was simply relishing in the joy of playing a game of Frisbee with his friends on the beach.
Everyone was all over the place. If someone overshot it Wally was quick to run after it, catching it with ease. If it was thrown too high Conner leapt after it, scooping it out of the air. If it went over the water Kaldur was quick to use his water manipulation skills, rescuing it before it could sink or float away. If it seemed as though the Frisbee would fall short M'gann guided it, keeping it aloft. If it landed in one of the trees opposite the water's edge Robin was quick to shimmy up the trunk, freeing the Frisbee and leaping back to the ground quite nimbly. If it flew between two people Artemis was there, throwing it back with deadly accuracy. Everybody had their own role and they certainly filled them. Captain Marvel himself spent his own fair share of time leaping about as well. He wasn't hesitant to fly if the situation called for it and the speed of Mercury came in handy more than once.
Despite all this, Captain Marvel couldn't help but notice a few things. Everyone seemed to know exactly where the Frisbee would go as soon as it was released. He could often tell if he overshot it or not but he couldn't read the others.
Nevertheless the team read each other flawlessly. They rarely missed, but when they did someone else was ready to grab the wayward Frisbee. The only inconsistency, he noted, was him. They couldn't predict his throws, nor he theirs. His gaze flickered between them and he recalled the one mission he had gone on with them and the mind link that had been used. They weren't predicting each other's moves, they were telling each other how well, or how poorly, they had thrown! He grinned, excited at the prospect of adding a new rule to the game. Whenever he felt his shot was inaccurate he shouted it out, alerting the others. It wasn't something most people would do but he was a ten year old with the body and wisdom of an adult superhero. He wasn't most people.
At first the team was confused, uncertain as to what he was doing, but they caught on quickly. The game evolved rapidly after that and they began to use their powers more often than not. They stopped describing their throws and instead began to call out names – though the team sometimes forgot to shout aloud they played along quite well. They purposely overshot it, giving Wally a chase, or threw it into the air, forcing someone to fly or leap after it. Eventually he and M'gann remained in the air, catching the high throws intended for them and occasionally intercepting others. It turned into a mixture of catch and pickle-in-the-middle after that. Teams were formed, alliances were made, and certain people tried to keep the Frisbee away from others. The Frisbee was frequently being intercepted and snatched out of an oblivious person's hands.
The game couldn't last forever though and eventually the fun had to end. They trooped back into the Mountain, somewhat exhausted but smiling. Wally mentioned something about drinks and Captain Marvel, still full of seemingly boundless energy, eagerly volunteered to get them. M'gann told him he didn't have to but he insisted, he didn't mind at all and it gave him an excuse to stay longer. The entire reason he was there was that Red Tornado had been needed for a mission and so he had been assigned as the 'den mother' – not that they needed one or that he acted like one, but he was sure Batman knew what he was doing when he assigned him. Anyway, Black Canary was due soon for a training session with the kids and once she came there would be no reason for him to stay – unless, of course, the team was preoccupied and they could talk a bit before beginning training.
He entered the room to see Wally flailing around, perhaps retelling the story of a failed catch. The team laughed and Captain Marvel joined in. He might not have heard the story but Wally's reenactment sure was funny. He handed out the drinks, sitting down next to Wolf and rubbing his belly.
The rest of his time with the team passed quickly and before he knew it Black Canary was there. She chatted with them for a while but then it was time for him to leave. He paused at the zeta tubes, thinking back on the unique friendship he had seen that afternoon. It was times like these the Wisdom of Solomon came in handy. Other might have felt left out but Billy Batson was just glad to be included.