Frank might have freaked out more if he hadn't already figured out he now existed in a world where all kinds of shit was 'normal'. Guys in iron suits who flew around cities blowing shit apart, guys who grew to the size of a damn bus, or shrunk down to the size of a flea. Guys who ran around calling themselves the God of Thunder and were taken seriously because of a giant hammer that called lightning. Women who could punch a hole through a cement wall and men who were literally indestructible. A world where a kid had spider powers and mutants weren't just some weird but ultimately useless thing you learned about in science class.

In the grand scheme of things, a kid who had a set of wings on his back was just another shock story on the news. So he just gave him a bland look, taking in kid and feathers, and grunted in acceptance before getting back to his surveillance.

"Crows caw. They don't say 'caw'. So what are you, one of those x-guys?"