“I can’t run; I can’t do shit.”

A-Train complained to you, looking down at the tacky new super-suit he has made for himself. For his “history.” Everyone who knew A-train, including you; knew he didn’t care about his history, he just wanted to be relevant in the Seven, get his points up. But he seemed to fail.

With his heart condition—he hasn’t been running lately. He was a supe, a super speed was his power, but taking Compound V, what Vought had given him and other supes af a young age to give them powers, he ruined and messed his heart up.

He sat on your couch; he had gotten a lot better personality wise after all the drama though, he was a better person.

But he was so worried about losing his position in the Seven. He was A-train! He couldn’t afford to be kicked out, and The Deep was giving him problems at the tower…so he ran off to confide in you, a normal human man—who wasn’t…”corrupted.” Kind of.