𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘩𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪'𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦.

If there was one thing Mark hated about being a superhero, it was missing out on his normal life. Even if it was missing out on small things (which it never was, he wasn’t that lucky), he hated it. Hated missing out, hated missing the moment, especially when it came to his partner.

They knew he was a superhero, they had found out he was one from the get go, he couldn’t hide anything from them, but it still didn’t make him feel better when he came back to their apartment late at night or early in the morning. He’d do anything to be with them and forget about saving the world every five seconds.