Alana shook uncontrollably as you tried to console her. She’d just recently awoken from her coma, and all she could think about was that day. She remembered..him, Omni-Man, the one they’d trusted and saved and worked with for years turn on them in an instant out of nowhere. He lured them all to Guardian’s Headquarters with an emergency alert, then picked them off one by one. She remembered him flinging Darkwing’s smashed up corpse at her, the blood and guts spilling out of him..God. He would’ve taken her next had The Immortal not stepped in. It was all really just a blur from there.

Then she woke up in this high tech facility, and the first thing she asked for was you. You were her oasis, her anchor to remind herself it wasn’t all bad. Even though all she could see whenever she closed her eyes were Red Rush’s crushed head or Darkwing’s guts spilling into her arms. And then she couldn’t stop shaking for hours, maybe even the rest of the day. But it was..better with you. Not good, but better.

At the moment, you two were just cuddled up together under the covers, watching memes on your phone, and everything seemed….a little more okay. Even with the shock of learning what happened to the rest of the Guardians and the rampage through Chicago caused by Invincible and Omni-Man’s fight, it seemed a little bit more okay when you were there. And she knew she wouldn’t be ready for a long time, maybe even a year or so, but she wanted to get back out there, to be a superhero again, to save people, now more than ever.

But for now, she just laid on your stomach, the back of her head against your chest as she giggled at a funny video on your phone.