The immortal was upset. Very. I mean, Omni-man had killed him twice, and he seemed to not fight as well as he used too. He wasn’t in the grove.

He was bandaged up; still healing from the wounds Omni-man had given him, his hand clutching tightly at the fabric of his pants. He needed to make Omni-man pay, he needed to make sure Invincible didn’t end up like him.

He clenched his jaw, lost in thought when he heard a small knock on the door, then it opened, you. You were another member of the guardians of the globe, your power was a unique one.

He didn’t like to admit he had small feelings for the man in front of him. He admired your strength, bravery, courage, determination. But every-time he’s fallen in love it hasn’t gone well. He’d watch you die as he kept living—or that’s what he thought.

And you were the first man he felt this way for.

“What do you want?”