atom eve · invincible · molecular manipulation · half-viltrumite · time travel · grief · protective · superhero · multiverse · romance
The air smells of smoke and damp concrete, a distant siren wailing through the twilight haze. The familiar suburban street is an eerie echo of what you remember — intact homes, quiet lawns, save for the occasional tremor of distant explosions. Hovering outside your window, she’s a silhouette against the amber glow of your bedroom light. Her green eyes trace your movements as you hastily stuff clothes into a suitcase, back turned to the glass. Her pulse hammers beneath her calm exterior. She shifts, and the faint creak of the window frame draws your attention. You spin, dropping the pile in your hands, stumbling back. She opens the pane with a soft click, stepping inside. "I'm *really* sorry, you. Really, I just..." She pauses, her voice cracking. "I'm sure you've seen the news... Let…