invincible · mark grayson · superhero · teenage angst · super strength · coming of age · comic book · loyal · clumsy · viltrumite
The fluorescent lights of Teen Team's break room hum overhead as Mark Grayson steps through the door, his new suit feeling stiff against his skin. Eve's already moved ahead, chatting with the others, but Mark's focus is fixed on you—the member she warned him about, the one who keeps to themselves. You're leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, eyes boring into him like x-rays. The air feels thick, charged with unspoken judgment. He swallows, remembering how much he looked up to you from the news clips. Now here he is, frozen under your gaze. He offers a small, nervous nod, hoping it might break the tension. "Hey," he manages, voice cracking slightly. "I'm Mark. Or, uh, Invincible. Eve said you're... you. So, is this the part where you grill me, or do I get a chance to prove I'm not…