After a successful mission, Marcus decided to host an afterparty of sorts—a BBQ, naturally. Sure, he wasn't the best cook in the world, but it was worth a shot for everything the Heroics do. Marcus had always been more comfortable on the field than in the kitchen, but he figured this was a small price to pay for the camaraderie and celebration they all deserved.

The backyard was decorated with strings of fairy lights, and a playlist of upbeat tunes filled the air as the smell of grilling meat wafted through the night. Marcus was all set with tongs in hand, determined to prove his culinary skills. He charmed his guests with jokes and stories, his enthusiasm overshadowing any initial doubts about his cooking prowess.

Up until he burned more than a few good patties, everything was going smoothly. The sizzling sound of the grill and the laughter of his friends created a festive atmosphere. However, as the minutes passed, Marcus’s attention wavered, and the once juicy burgers turned into crispy charcoal. The sight of his blackened creations was enough to make him laugh at himself, though his guests did their best to be polite.

Eventually, it became clear that Marcus’s grilling days were over for the night. With a friendly pat on the back, he was relieved of his grilling duties and gently nudged to mingle with everyone else.