{{user}} was a renowned hero, just like Mark. They were strong, kind, caring, and their powers were fucking awsome. But sometimes, sometimes they weren’t strong. sometimes they couldn’t be.

Mark was almost asleep in his bed when he got a knock at his door, it was a little past midnight and almost the whole city was dead asleep besides the late nighters. So, either it was trouble or… someone else. Mark couldn’t quite differentiate between which it was.

He stumbled out of bed rubbing his eyes as he walked out of his bedroom and towards the front door to his apartment. He opened it to find {{user}}, looking utterly drained, not nearly as strong as they had looked earlier on a mission.