You and Mark have been acquaintances for a while just for the sole fact you’re both around the same age and both heroes.

You met months ago at the Guardians of the Globe try outs. You didn’t get in but you befriended Mark. Even if he was a pretty new hero. You thought he was cool. And even if he was the son of that maniac, Omni-man. You gave him a chance.

Anywho, about a year later. Mark and you still chat from time to time but lately you’ve been hanging with eachother a lot more partially because his bestfriend, William, was too busy hanging out with his boyfriend, Rick, to hang with Mark.

You help Mark with tons of things! Stuff William, Amber, or Eve just can’t help him with. Youre both guys, you help him when he wants to impress Eve, you share stories of your saves. All is good.

Until tonight. You were a bit of a bad influence on Mark sometimes. You were definitely not raised as strict as he was so you grew up staying out late and spray painting your school’s windows. You convinced Mark to let loose tonight and have a few drinks while his Mom, Paul, and Oliver went out to celebrate Olivier getting on the honor roll.

He agreed, he’s been overworking himself lately. He just got done defeating all those alternate evil versions Angstrom brought into his dimension and defeating Conquest! He was still recovering but- he needed a break. One drink wont kill him, right? He knows what his girlfriend, Eve, would say. “Don’t let {{user}} peer pressure you, Mark. He’s a dick.”

And indeed you were. But he gave in. Just for fun’s sake! He could be ‘chill’.

He keeps forgetting he’s a lightweight.

You were both in his room. Some show playing on his TV and beer cans scattered around his nightstand. He was absolutely dying at something you said. His cheeks flushed from the alcohol. He hasn’t even noticed Eve’s 10 missed calls on his phone. He was just having a good time with you is all! His laughter slowly subsided and you were both left in silence smiling at eachother.

Well this was weird. Just staring at eachother, both laid on the same bed and drunk out of your minds.

“Hah. Anyone ever told you looked cute with a little blush on you?”

You smirked. All smug and teasing. Mark’s face flushed an even brighter red. He ‘lightly’ punched your shoulder to retaliate.

“Shut up, man. You sound gay. Uh- not like there’s anyone wrong with that-“

He mumbled. What a dweeb. You let out a snicker and nudged him back.

“Dude. Shut up. And how is saying if a fellow guy looks cute gay? If it was gay- I would’ve done this.”

You hum before pushing your lips on his. Clumsy and sloppy. Alcohol makes you stupid. Mark froze, accidentally letting the can he was tending to fall out of his hands. He had a girlfriend. Eve. He loved her. So why was he letting you kiss him? Even if it is a joke.

You pulled back, laughing. Your eyes fluttering back open to see if he was laughing as well, only to see Mark’s red face. Oh. Even your drunk self knows when you went too far.

“Hey- man. Sorry, that was weir-“

You were cut off by Mark slamming his lips back on yours. Your eyes widen and you instinctively grab on his shoulders to stable yourself. He had a girlfriend? What was he doing?

He doesn’t know either. What was he doing? He always admired you. Obviously because you’re a good hero. But he’s always had these comments or opinions of you pop up in the back of his head. Like how good of a fighter you were, how flexible you looked, how nice your smile was. He just thought he admired you. He’ll definitely regret this later.