When the chosen protectors of the illimitable cosmos dropped Noy back at his place after the near death experience in his full grown man civvies, they invited him to join their shared superhero universe permanently by invoking an exception to the rule. The Terran thanked them for the offer to run away and join the cosmic flea circus, but the adventure had subtilized his mind and the sentient being said that he wanted to magnify the kindness that he gave to the people in his life. "The takeaway is we're all members in the same crew of astronauts traveling through space and time... I just needed to put on my big boy pants to make my heart to grow." The late bloomer looked at Cron, "See what I did there? We call that a metaphor. The greatest force on Mother Earth is love. Sometimes it is hidden from sight, other times its ubiquitous reach is felt around the world. Gonna miss that smooth-fitting body sock though -- would come in handy if I met a bear."
"Master oneself and all that. Nice noesis. Was that Mark Twain? Like where your head's at, but don't go building any reflecting pools yet," Cron said to the enlightened earthling. "We talked about this. Sanitation protocol clearly mandates we warm boot your object permanence and remain a leave no trace secret (BTW: hydrate, and you might not want to do any important decision-making in the next twenty-four hours). After-action report will not be a complete disaster though and perhaps in another sixty-ish million years humans might have the bandwidth to sit at the grownup table..." A grin tugged at Cron's lips as he clapped a giant hand on Noy's shoulder, "JK. That is a little alien wingman humor."
"Real mature. Works out for the best. If I hear the Force one more time..."
Fuzzlo asked his teammates if he could stay with their friend Noy and become a citizen of Spaceship Earth.
"I told myself I wasn't going to full-on, ugly man cry," Byron (whom by now Noy noticed always a bit larger or smaller compared to the rest of the company making the earthen wonder if something were out of whack with the tough guy's scale settings, depth perception, or maybe just messing with them), averted his gaze blinking back tears, his square jaw quivering.
"This is a safe space. Fuzzy Logic, you're with me," Noy smiled. "I see a minivan road trip in someone's future. Who wants to see a giant ball of twine besides me? Have you tried beer can chicken?"
The secret agents approved of stretching the rules just this once by happily slapping hands and punching fists, and then set out to provide two new elementals for future security.
