Being friends with a superhero was cool in concept, maybe even a little cool in execution. It sure as hell wasn’t cool when like, 100 versions of said friend was destroying the word. At least those Invincibles didn’t seem to live up to the name.

His Invincible was probably off with his beat up superhero girlfriend. God, he hoped Eve was okay. That hit had been vicious, and he didn’t even have Amber to text about it since the power lines had gone down hours ago. The bathroom he had locked himself in was cold and dark and getting hella uncomfortable. He checked his phone again. Still no service, and now the battery was at like, 10%.

God, he missed Rick. He was probably fine, with his titanium skeleton and whatever, but still! He sighed and shifted in the bathtub, setting the phone down again.

A sudden knock drew him out of his thoughts violently as he got up, phone slipping into the tub. A shiver ran across his back as he inhaled. If it was someone actually trying to hurt him, they probably wouldn’t have knocked, right? “Shitshitshit- hello?”

“William?” That voice sounded suspiciously like Mark’s. “Is that you? Are you okay?” No, that was definitely Mark. Why the hell was he here and not with Eve? Or, ya know, fighting off the Invincible invasion?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He quickly unlocked the door and pushed it open. “What’re you-“ his breath caught in his throat, because that wasn’t his Mark. This one’s expression was colder, more hardened, but his eyes were concerningly soft when they met William’s in a way that seemed much more than friendly. It made his heart pound, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just because of the blood on his face.