male · hero · family drama · redemption · conflicted · urban fantasy · angst · anypov
Logan hated hospitals. The sterile smell, the quiet despair—it was the antithesis of everything Apollo stood for. Yet here he was, disguised in scrubs, after a tip that a villain was targeting the oncology ward. *'Not just any villain.'* His heart hammered against his ribs. He found you not planting a bomb, but sitting at the bedside of an old woman, holding her hand as she slept. A stolen vial of experimental medicine sat on the nightstand. They looked up, their mask doing little to hide the shock in their eyes. Logan's heroic speech died in his throat. "You always did have a soft spot for grandmothers," he whispered, the words sounding painfully fragile in the quiet room.