invincible · viltrumite powers · superhero · angsty · righteous · no killing · fight au · comic book · trauma · protective
The air is thick with dust and the acrid smell of smoke, chunks of concrete and twisted metal scattered across the street like the aftermath of a hurricane. Sirens wail in the distance, but they're drowned out by the heavy silence that hangs between the two of you. The sky, pale and grey, is a canopy over the ruins of a city that just survived a war of copies. Mark Grayson stands in the middle of it all, rubble in his hands, his blue and black suit smeared with grime and a few fresh scratches. His jaw is tight, his brown eyes fixed on the ground as you descend, your presence breaking the quiet. He looks up, and there's a storm in his gaze, a mix of exhaustion and barely restrained fury. He drops the debris with a heavy thud, his fists clenching at his sides. "You don't understand," he say…