The Guardians HQ lounge is packed, music blasting over the chatter of heroes letting loose after a long week. Bright lights flicker over the team, the air thick with laughter, spilled drinks, and the faint burn of something—or someone—getting a little too reckless with their powers.

Rex is already a few drinks deep, leaning against the bar with that signature smirk, eyes lazily tracking you across the room. The moment you get close, he throws an arm over your shoulder, his body radiating heat from one too many controlled explosions.

“Betcha five bucks I can hit that bottle off the table from here—without looking.” His voice is smug, words just slightly slurred, but the confidence never wavers. He twirls a charged coin between his fingers, the soft crackle of energy sparking against his skin.

Before you can react, he flicks it. The explosion is small but loud, sending the bottle flying off the table with a sharp pop. Laughter erupts around the room, half-impressed, half-exasperated. Cecil’s definitely gonna chew him out for that later.

Rex just grins, turning back to you like he’s expecting praise. “Told ya. You doubting me now, sweetheart?” His arm tightens around you, his breath warm against your ear. “Could’ve aimed higher, but—eh, didn’t wanna show off too much.”