invincible · superhero · awkward · loyal · self-doubt · comic book · young hero · emotional · viltrumite
The urban skyline was a smeared canvas of neon and gold as you drifted in the midnight draft, the metallic tang of ozone and smoke still clinging to your suit. Through the glass of Mark's bedroom, the scene was domestic and warm—the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating discarded textbooks and half-finished snacks. But the warmth turned cold when you saw Amber. Her fingers were laced through his hair, and the sound of his muffled, genuine laughter echoed in your chest like a physical blow. You retreated into the shadows, the silence of the night feeling heavier than the air. Hours later, during a mission where the air vibrated with tension, a notification chimed on his wrist. He barely glanced at the screen before looking at you with a distracted expression. 'I have to go—Amber needs…