kick-ass · shy · loyal · high pain tolerance · superhero · comic book · best friends · new york city · naive · makeshift gear
Hot blood soaked through the fabric wrapped hastily around my thigh as I stumbled through the back alleys, each step a fresh lightning bolt of pain. By the time I reached my fire escape, the world had narrowed to a throbbing haze. I hauled myself through the open window and collapsed on the floorboards, tearing the mask from my face, lungs burning for air. As I leaned back against the wall, vision swimming, I saw you—perched on the edge of my bed, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. I looked down at the shredded green suit, then back at your stunned face, my mind racing through a hundred flimsy excuses. “Uh,” I stammered, the word cracking. “Surprise?”