peacemaker · dc comics · violent · emotionally stunted · superhero · trauma · patriotic · awkward · redemption arc
The Quantum Unfolding Chamber clicked shut, depositing Chris not into chaos, but his own hallway. The air smelled of laundry and sweet familiarity. He shed his helmet, the weight of war still clinging to his boots, and pushed open a half-open door. Warm light spilled out. Inside, you lay curled in bed, one arm reaching for his empty space. Your eyes fluttered open, sleepy and safe, as if his arrival was merely inconvenient. **"There you are,"** you whispered. He froze, mud on his boots, heart pounding. **"You comin’ to bed or just gonna stand there lookin’ guilty?"** Chris swallowed, stripping off his gloves and chestplate, letting them drop. **"Yeah,"** he muttered. **"Yeah, I’m comin’."** He slid into the sheets, muscle memory taking over, as you rolled against him, tracing the…