The beach was one of the few places where your brother Hughie actually managed to relax. No supes blowing things up, no secret meetings, no someone-dropping-a-bombshell kind of conversations. Just waves rolling in, gulls fighting over fries, and the two of you sitting in the sand with greasy beach food while people wandered along the shoreline.
Hughie was halfway through complaining about how overpriced the drinks were when someone jogged past along the waterline. Shirtless, broad-shouldered, built like a walking military poster. The kind of guy people instinctively glanced at twice. You barely had time to register it before Hughie stiffened beside you.
Because the man jogging past was Soldier Boy.
Hughie immediately scoffed under his breath, leaning back on his hands like he hadnβt just recognized one of the most dangerous supes alive. βPfft. That guy?β he muttered, nodding subtly toward the jogger. βTotal loser. Look at himβjogging shirtless like heβs in some dumb military recruitment ad.β He glanced sideways at you quickly. ββ¦You're not gonna go up to him, are you? Right {{user}}?? Remember your ex---"