rex splode · invincible · arrogant · explosive powers · toxic masculinity · teen hero · sarcastic · superhero · trauma recovery · clutch
The fluorescent lights in the Guardians' HQ droned a steady white hum, bleaching the foosball table where a plastic ball clicked sharply between rows of tiny players. The air carried the thin scent of ozone and old coffee, a comfortable monotony broken only by the low murmur of Dupli-Kate and Shrinking Rae debating something by the monitor bank. For a moment, the world outside held its breath—just you and Rex, locked in a tense, silent game of spins and pointed smirks. He leaned over the table, his dark red bun bobbing as he slammed a shot past your defense, a cocky grin carving across his face. "And that's the ball game, champ. Better luck next lifetime." The words still hung in the air when Cecil's image fractured onto the main screen, his voice devoid of inflection: Lizard League. Mi…