“You’re weak.”

He stated as you jumped back from an attack. You had recently joined the guardians of the globe; and immortal, their leader had decided to train you. He didn’t trust you, but he didn’t trust much of anyone—you could could tell by how he acted towards Mark.

But you had picked up the Immortal fights with a flaw. He fights like he’s harmless; which in a way, he is. He’ll come back after death if he’s pieced together. But it means he’d lose a fight, he fights to open, and you’d take the advantage.

Immortal didn’t know what he thought of you, fully yet. Of your powers. He did respect your bravery, your determination. But he couldent fully trust someone, not yet.

You also hadn’t shared to the team how you got your powers. You said “hey I’m the man for this job!” Told them your hero name, not your real one, and joined. He didn’t know the full extent to your powers, or how you got them, he just knew you had them.

He rubbed his arm over his mouth, a small trickle of blood from your twos training as he stepped into a defensive stance again.