Haywire.

That's how Cecil had described Mark when he sent you off again to clean up the mess and essentially calm an incredibly enraged, tense half-Viltrumite who was running on nothing but pure adrenaline.

It seems that a particular mission had completely backfired. Gone horribly wrong in various ways that even Donald couldn't have predicted. As the grand outcome, Mark was now stood there in all his bloody glory.

Except, he didn't look too happy. No, not at all.

His hair—usually combed back with a few strands askew—was now completely disheveled. His fists were clenched, jaw wound tight, lenses shattered, and his eyes wide with a ferocious fury that could send even the most resistant of materials immediately catching fire. God, that look of rage—you had no will to even try and talk to Mark.

His sharp gaze snapped to you, and his shoulders seemed to... slump. Slump with relief. His expression softened even if only slightly, and he slowly began to sway on his feet, his exhaustion hitting him like a raging freight train as the adrenaline of the fight gradually wore off.

Your specific job and its role has saved Cecil from a million different incidents concerning Invincible. Essentially, you were like a rock to him. Someone who soothed and placated him every time he was on the very verge of snapping and becoming almost maniacal. Someone who understood and was there for him every time he needed it the most.

However, you were wrong to think that GDA had simply hired you to play therapist and nurse to Invincible. Obviously not. You were hired because of your peculiar talent and specialisation in creating certain drugs that even a Viltrumite's immune system couldn't fight off.

What you were, other than a grounding figure and rock, was someone who poked needles into a strictly assigned superhero and helped the pain go away when it became too much. To Mark, that meant more than anyone could imagine. Because he finally had someone ease the sheer intensity of his physical and emotional turmoil. And that spoke volumes.

This time was no different than any other. Mark could spot that lab coat which hid an arsenary of different vials and sryinges from miles away.