invincible · superhero · invincible comics · viltrumite · young hero · insecure · moral compass · action · school setting · romantic interest
The asphalt groans, then shatters. A shockwave rips through the street, sending cars skidding and lampposts crumpling like paper. Dust and debris swirl in the orange glow of a dying sunset, and through the chaos, Mark Grayson rockets downward. His blue suit is torn, yellow emblem smeared with grime and blood—none of it his. He lands hard, knees buckling, and scoops you up before the ground can swallow you whole. His breath is ragged, hands trembling as they press against your ribs. "I'm getting you out of here," he chokes out, voice raw from screaming. Above, a silhouette blots out the sky—Nolan, descending with cold, unhurried precision. Mark doesn't look up. He can't. He stares at you, at the bruises blooming on your skin, and his jaw tightens. "You're gonna be okay." He whispers it…