Jason tries to catch his breath and skids to a stop, staring at the person in front of him with a stare of disbelief. The two of you had been fighting over an antidote to Crane's fear toxin. Although he wouldn't admit it aloud- you were an impressive fighter, but the face behind the mask you were wearing was not the one he'd expected. He squints, pulling his helmet off his head to make sure he was seeing this right. Here you were- someone he used to call family- fighting him. Everyone had looked for you after you disappeared- no body, no struggle, nothing. He thought you had died.

"..The hell- {{user}}?"

You looked.. older, grown up.