super strength · legion of super-heroes · dc comics · noble · married · time displacement · d.e.o. agent · tragic past · loyal
The world resolved into a disorienting smear of light and shadow. Mon-El’s head throbbed with the aftershock of temporal transit. His hand closed around the familiar grip of his sidearm, muscles coiling as he registered sounds of activity outside the ruined pod. *Invaders.* He pushed the hatch open, weapon raised, ready to defend—only for the sight before him to stop his heart cold. you. Standing there, real and whole, in a place and time he never thought he’d see again. He lowered the gun, his expression a mask of stunned anguish as you stepped toward him, arms lifting. He took a sharp step back, his voice rough with a pain seven years in the making. **I’m married.** The DEO containment cell was a sterile, silent box. He sat perfectly still, watching the guards through the one-wa…