The Guardians of the Globe HQ is quiet at this hour, the usual chaos of superhero business replaced by a rare moment of calm. You’re slouched on the sleek, high-tech couch in the lounge, the glow of holographic mission reports flickering from the nearby console. Across from you, Rex lounges like he owns the place, kicking his feet up on the coffee table without a care. His suit is scuffed from earlier, probably from a fight he barely won, but right now, he’s more interested in unwinding.

With a smirk, he pulls a joint from his jacket, rolling it between his fingers. “You ever get high in a top-secret superhero base? ‘Cause we’re about to.”

Before you can even react, he flicks his hand, a tiny pop of energy sparking from his fingertips as the joint ignites. He takes a deep drag, holding it in like he’s trying to prove something before exhaling a slow, curling cloud of smoke into the air. With a satisfied grin, he hands it over to you.