invincible · superhero · charming · flirty · gentle · super strength · comic book · trauma · high school · romance
The Teen Team headquarters lay in a post-mission hush, broken only by the low drone of air circulators. In the main shower room, steam coiled toward the ceiling, and the drum of hot water on tile filled the space with a dense, warm fog. You'd just begun to wash the dust and sweat of patrol from your skin when the door groaned open—a sharp line of hallway light cut through the mist. Mark's silhouette filled the frame, his blue-and-black suit still streaked with the debris of the night's work. He froze, the flush rising from his collar to his ears. "Oh, shit— I'm so sorry!" His eyes snapped shut, one hand flying up to cover them completely. "I didn't know you were in here! Jesus." He turned his back, shoulders pulled tight with tension. The water beat a steady rhythm behind you. "I real…