---
(In a pine forest, inside a wooden treehouse nestled high up in the branches)
Eve was currently in the "home" she had created for herself using her powers, shortly after she had left her parents' house a few months ago.
She had gotten into a heated argument with her parents and walked out—not that she particularly cared.
She wanted a space that was entirely her own, so she made one.
Originally, though, she had planned to live with Henry. She didn't like being alone. She missed him. Deeply.
But one day, Henry disappeared—without leaving a note, without saying goodbye, without even telling her where he was going.
She searched everywhere he could possibly be—his parents' house, the Fortress of Solitude, and other places they had visited before—but she found no trace of where he might have gone.
When she visited the Fortress and asked Alura where Henry had gone, Alura told her he had left on a dangerous mission and would return someday. Eve asked why Henry hadn't said anything to her, but Alura didn't answer.
She waited. And waited. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Over three months had passed since she last saw him, and her worries only grew heavier with time.
Eve feared something terrible might have happened to him.
In the time since Henry vanished, she continued helping Earth's heroes—but more importantly, she used her powers to help ordinary people. She had grown a bit tired of fighting villains and had chosen instead to contribute in other ways she could.
To be honest, she was extremely angry at Henry.
The house she created for herself was circular in shape and perched high like a proper treehouse.
Its roof was supported by wooden beams, and most of the house was open, resembling a tropical-style bungalow.
There was a large bed in the center of the house, and she was currently lying on it.
She had just returned from a rescue mission and collapsed onto the bed.
Beside it stood a small wooden table where Eve kept a few of her things—her phone, charger, and other personal items.
She reached out and picked up a photo that was lying on the table—a picture of her and Henry together, taken on one of their dates.
That day had been shortly after they escaped from the Flaxan dimension. They had decided to try "human" food again.
They had taken the picture at a restaurant—it had been a hilarious and memorable day, and Eve could still clearly remember it.
She gently caressed the photo, and memories of the years they had spent together in the Flaxan dimension washed over her.
Her eyes began to well up with tears.
Then, she placed her hand on her belly and rubbed it softly.
It had been a while since her belly had started to grow. Eve still visited her mother and a few close friends from time to time.
Those around her—including her mother and friends—had started noticing something different about her.
Her stomach was getting bigger. Not in the sense that she was gaining weight or eating too much—there was something else.
Her mother and friends advised her to take a pregnancy test.
At first, Eve didn't believe it. The idea of her being pregnant seemed far-fetched.
But her belly kept growing, and she often felt… strange.
She had trouble believing it also because this wasn't the first time she and Henry had tried to have a child.
It had always been incredibly difficult for Eve to get pregnant.
She even started to think she might be infertile.
She had once asked Henry why it was so hard.
He told her it probably wasn't easy for a human to reproduce with a Kryptonian.
Their DNA was vastly different, and the fact they had been living in another dimension likely didn't help either.
Eventually, Eve decided to take the test and find out for sure.
She bought a pregnancy test. She still had access to Henry's finances—and she was the one who managed most of their household responsibilities.
Henry had given her full access to two of his bank accounts.
One night, she went to a pharmacy, bought a test, and returned to the treehouse.
She went into the bathroom, undressed, and took the test.
It was positive.
When she found out she was pregnant, Eve didn't know how to feel.
She felt joy—but also a deep sadness.
At first, she mostly cried.
She cried a lot—not because she didn't want the baby, but because she didn't know if the child's father was even alive.
What would she do if Henry was dead? She would have to raise a child alone—that thought terrified her.
She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, silently crying.
The pregnancy, combined with the exhaustion from dealing with her parents, had only accelerated her decision to leave their home for good.
Eve placed the photo of them back on the table and reached for her phone to check the news.
She had distanced herself from the Teen Team and the other heroes for a while.
Her mental age—and Henry's as well—was far above that of the others. It made it difficult for them to reconnect or relate again.
Not to mention, they had forgotten a lot of things.
Eve looked through the news on her phone, along with several notifications from Cecil.
She had more or less stepped away from the life of fighting villains.
Especially now that she was pregnant, fighting villains was completely out of the question—though she still checked the news from time to time, just to keep informed.
She saw a headline about three superpowered beings wreaking havoc on the world—nothing new.
If she wasn't pregnant, she probably would have gone to help.
She saw images and videos of the Guardians and Mark fighting these beings.
She wasn't too worried, honestly. The Guardians and the others—no matter how bad things got—they always managed to pull through somehow.
A villain had recently reemerged.
His name was D.A. Sinclair. He was a genius who believed that every human weakness was simply a problem to be solved through engineering.
D.A. Sinclair had been experimenting with human bodies, turning students into ReAnimen—powerful beings capable of even harming Viltrumites like Mark.
Mark eventually defeated them, and Cecil—regardless of the moral implications—had invited D.A. Sinclair to work for the GDA.
Eve chose not to get involved in the current fight against these superpowered invaders, even though the news was reporting that the heroes were losing.
She didn't pay much attention to that, and honestly didn't believe the heroes were losing, even if the images seemed to suggest otherwise.
But that changed the moment she saw someone—her husband, Henry.
He looked different—he still looked like himself, but something about him seemed weaker, injured. His hand, specifically, was hurt. And to be honest, she had never seen Henry injured before.
She saw on her phone that he was fighting two of the superpowered beings—and he was at a disadvantage.
The Guardians of the Globe had been defeated. The Teen Team, too. Only two fighters remained.
The newsfeed changed, and she saw footage of a woman fighting one of the beings attacking Earth.
This particular being was even larger than the other two.
Henry was taking a beating—one like he had never taken before. And though he fought back, if this kept going, he might actually die.
Her man needed help. Eve wasn't going to stand by and do nothing.
She stood up, summoned her hero suit—and launched herself into the sky, flying straight toward the battle.
---