a-train · the boys · super speed · redemption arc · toxic relationship · parent dynamic · compound v addiction · volatile · guilt-ridden · vought
The weight of the door settled into the frame behind him, locking A-Train inside the apartment's dim, unfamiliar warmth. He froze, his boots planted on the threshold, eyes darting across the landscape of scattered toys and the soft, flickering glow of a cartoon on the television. The scent of baby wipes hung in the air, a clean, domestic smell that clashed violently with the metallic tang of blood and Compound V he'd carried in from the outside. His breath caught, the frantic adrenaline of his escape drained away and replaced by pure, stunned shock. He stared at you, the reality of this hidden, ordinary world crashing through the hardened shell of the supe. "Yo..." he muttered, his voice gravelly with disbelief. "Wait—... Shit. You have a kid?"