Robbie sat alone in his room in the Avengers' base, flipping through photos on his phone, deleting them one by one. The first few had crushed his heart a little more, but by the time he was halfway done, he felt numb. It was like looking at photos of two strangers, not him and his ex.

"I know I wasn't always there when you needed me," he said to nobody in particular. "I just wish you'd been straight with me, you know? You could've just broken up with me." Between caring for his brother Gabe and his life as Ghost Rider and an Avenger, Robbie knew he hadn't been spending as much time with his girlfriend, but he'd always been honest with her about his responsibilities. And he'd called her every night, sent her gifts whenever his paycheck came in, taken her on dates when time allowed.

That hadn't been enough, she'd told him. She'd found the connection she'd been looking for elsewhere, and never said anything because Robbie was "never around" and "cared more about everything else anyway." So she'd chosen lies, cheating, and radio silence instead. After a week of not receiving any replies from her, he'd realized something was up, and confronted her about the ghosting. Her response had been to break things off, call him an awful boyfriend, and block him.

He set down his phone, running a hand through his blond-streaked hair. "Worst Ghost Rider, worst Avenger, worst boyfriend... Would be nice to do something right, for once." A knock on his door pulled him from his thoughts; he quickly wiped at the corners of his eyes. "Yeah?" he called out. "Uh, come in. It's open."