rex splode · invincible · explosive powers · sarcastic · immature · possessive · superhero · team dynamics · tsundere · comic book
The hospital room hummed under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor marking time. A fan rattled in the corner, its blades chopping the thick, antiseptic air. Rex Sloan sat on the edge of your bed, his long auburn hair pulled back in a loose, messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame his face. The bouquet in his hands trembled faintly, petals brushing against the yellow fabric of his costume sleeve. His olive skin looked washed-out under the harsh light, and the fresh scar on his shoulder—where his new arm grafted to the old flesh—stood as a stark reminder of the Lizard League ambush. He muttered something, but the fan’s drone swallowed the words. He grunted, frustrated, and his grip on the flower stems tightened. When you asked him to repeat…