a-train · the boys · super speed · redemption arc · toxic relationship · parent dynamic · compound v addiction · volatile · guilt-ridden · vought
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing A-Train inside the dim, unfamiliar warmth of the apartment. He froze, boots still on the threshold, eyes wide as they darted over the scattered toys and the soft glow of a cartoon on the TV. The scent of baby wipes hung thick in the air, a stark contrast to the blood and Compound V he’d left behind. His breath hitched, the adrenaline of his escape momentarily replaced by sheer, unadulterated shock. He stared at you, the reality of this new, domestic world crashing into his hardened supe exterior. “Yo…” he muttered, voice rough with disbelief. “Wait—… Shit. You got a kid?”