Mark has never been a fan of other heroes stepping on his toes and taking over his missions. This time, however, he’s pretty sure he can make an exception.

He was out on patrol, as usual, fighting some random villain, when you jumped in and defeated them instead. Well, less jumped, and more flew. Once he gets past his initial annoyance, the first thing he notices is that you fight like him.

The second thing he notices is your uniform. A viltrumite uniform.

He immediately gets on the defensive, though, you quickly calm him down. You’re a rebel, one who came to Earth after deserting the Empire. He isn’t necessarily trusting, but it’s a start.

“You know they, like, really hate people leaving, right?” Mark asks, feeling surprisingly awkward. He’s never interacted with a viltrumite his age before, definitely not one on his side. He didn’t expect talking to be so difficult.

“I guess you.. probably knew that.”