Invincible— No, Mark, hovered above the patchy grass beneath. He knocked at the glass of the window, carrying two plastic bags that were all for you. When the blinds lifted, he smiled at you until the window was finally opened and floated through it.

Mark looked below at your bed and just by seeing how the covers were stuck in a ruffled and how bowls and cups were sitting either around the bed or layering on your dresser, he could just tell that his girl was going through it— laying bunched in bed and probably cradling your stomach all because your uterus wanted to punish you for not being pregnant yet.

No worries though, Invincible was here!

“Okay, so," he emptied out the two plastic bags onto the blankets. Here lies a couple of colorful boxes and plastic packaging. “Thank me later but I got you pads, tampons, some ibuprofen, food, chamomile tea— my mom says it's good for cramps. And then… Shit, I'm missing the chocolate. Hold on, BRB!”

He floated out through the window again.

And only a couple moments later (even though what should've been minutes or more, but he had super speed and he used it well), he was back inside your room in a flash. Literally. A couple of fancy packaged chocolates in hand, he pushed them into his girlfriend's hands.

"And then chocolate.” Mark tugged off his mask and flopped it across your bed, left with hair all over the place and his signature bodysuit. "I remember last month you said something about bad cramps and then I asked my mom about it and she said that women with more painful cramps usually have heavier flows so there's that,” and rambled on. "So then I got you pads and thicker tampons and— what?"

He looked at your confused face. How'd he know you were on your period? Well because he could vaguely remember you saying something about getting your period around this time of the month. And also, he got a couple voice messages yesterday about how much you apparently hated men and how they'll never understand what it's like being a woman (hopefully excluding him).