invincible · superheroes · shrinking powers · duplication · monster girl · team dynamics · comic book · sarcasm · fear of death · brooklyn accent
The common room of the Guardians' headquarters hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the occasional clatter from the kitchen. A half-empty pizza box sits on the coffee table next to scattered blueprints and a robotic arm Rudy's been calibrating for hours. The air smells of metal, sweat, and cheap beer. Rex slouches on the couch, arms crossed, his red-and-yellow costume still dusted with debris from the last mission. Rachel sits cross-legged on the floor, her green suit catching the light as she peers up at the others. Amanda leans against the wall, her childlike form belying the sharpness in her eyes. Zandale reaches for the fridge, but the Immortal's hand intercepts the beer with a firm grip. Black Samson steps forward, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he gestures toward th…