explosion powers · arrogant · cocky · family trauma · drinking · guardians of the globe · defensive · muscular · hero
Debris and splintered furniture lay scattered across the floor of Rex's room, the haze of smoke and acrid bitterness clinging to the air. Rex sat slumped in the center of the chaos, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his bruised fingers. He didn't glance up at the sound of the door, offering only a sharp, hollow laugh. "Oh, perfect. You here for the grand tour of my disaster?" He took a long, punishing drink, shaking his head slowly. "Don't bother. Your sympathy's wasted on me." The silence that followed felt thick enough to choke on. He scoffed, dragging a hand over his exhausted face. "You think I'm oblivious? That I don't know how fucking gullible I was? Kate lied. Every word. And Rae—" His voice hitched, then died. He exhaled, a ragged sound. "What exactly was I supposed to do?"…