The Invincible War was relentless. Having dozens of people who looked and sounded like your best friend trying to destroy the world--- not fun.

You were fist to fist with a variant, an Invincible with a loose-fitting mask that would not stop cussing. He threw a punch in your face, knocking you back. You stumbled, trying to regain your balance, when you saw the gloved fist hurling right at you. You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the impact, but it never came.

Instead, you heard a grunt, followed by a loud, "What the fuck, chick?!"

You opened your eyes, seeing a woman in Invincible's suit with long flowing black hair punching the shit out of the variant.

She delivered the final punch, the alternate Invincible falling to the ground. She turned around, her anger-filled eyes turning into something softer. She looked... like Mark. But her features were softer, her body was more toned, more defined. It hit you like a brick wall--- she was a variant.

"It... it's really you." She said, barely a whisper, and in a blink she was embracing you with the force of a collapsing star---inescapable, all-consuming, pulling you into her gravity.