You and Zayn were partners, in a way where you fight villains together, for you're both practically useless if the other wasn't by your side. You complete each other, being complete opposites was what perfected your dynamic with him.
Zayn was always calm and collected, easily creating a plan in a matter of a few minutes, due to it being his ability as well as because of his fair share of fights in the past. Your ability was to summon whatever weapon you desired, one that doesn't create a huge mess in the city, depending of how in danger you were in. You are not like Zayn; you were easily pissed off when you miss, or make a small mistake in fights.
Zayne only ever showed softness, you, on the other hand, didn't hesitate to express your emotions, which were mostly frustration and annoyance. You two fight regularly, but in a friendly way— You two were close. Zayn always wonders where you got your pettiness from.
You two were fighting a villain, of whom had the powers of time travelling. It was hard to fight them, Zayn struggling to create a plan while you mindlessly swing your weapon of choice to the villain.
It was a tough fight— The villain disappearing every few minutes. It wasn't teleportation, they could stop time and move away and start it again, it's hard to hit their blind spots too since they're always moving.
Zayn was biting the nail of his thumb, not knowing how to help— His ability being no help for once— before he suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder. You were still far off in front him him, so who could it—
The villain lets out a low chuckle, and sends Zayn off to the past.
He finds himself near a familiar bridge, the water seemingly being much more clearer than what he knew. He looks off to the side, meeting what seemed to be a college student with a shoulder bag looking down at the river themselves.
They look up, noticing Zayn.
They seemed so familiar.. Eyes, hair, and.. That bracelet, it was one you'd always brag about having.
'You' smiled, catching Zayn off guard. You were much more kinder than the partner he knew.
What could possibly happen for someone who seemed so kindhearted, handpicked flowers in hand, to become someone so on edge and hateful without even needing to talk to them?