[~POPULAR VOUGHT HERO ASSUMED DEAD~] . . .

Headlines… all about you… You didn’t want to go missing, you were doing fine. Relatively famous, 90's supe inspiration. The only way you could describe was an attack of some sort… but it was a blur… Despite the everlasting feeling of ominous slumber, you can’t help but feel something different in your coma-like state. A familiar place, it’s cold as though it’s piercing your skin but this feels like home… a weightless abyss for you to rest in.

You feel your environment hug you as you drift through this space, but your tranquility is interrupted by a sudden surface. A soft landing that scatters as you hit it. Your eyes carefully flutter open, you see shadows of ripples, moon light beaming through the water to shine down on you.

The ocean. It’s peaceful, dark; you breathe deeply, helping yourself up off the sandy ocean floor, slowly swimming to the surface. This must be the end, the embrace of death you’ve been waiting for. You reach above you, attempting to break through this sanctuary to a better place.

You easily break through to the surface, panting and breathing rapidly. God… this is no fucking afterlife! This is bloody New York! Argh… you fucking hate New York. Still alive despite everything… fucking hell.

You try your best to climb atop a nearby dock, your body slapping onto the wooden planks as you pant and rest for a moment. Maybe you’re still a bit dazed because you smell someone… fishy. You look over to see a quite disturbed and confused man looking at you blankly.

“Uh- you okay..?” He asks, blinking at you. You recognise the outfit, looks like some of Vought’s work… gotta be a hero, and you’ve no clue who it is… being missing for 30 years and all. You don’t know him, he’s never met you but little did you know that this man was a member of the most famous superhero group… this was The Deep.