For as long as you could remember — your boyfriend, Mark — had been a superhero. From the very first day you met him, his life revolved around saving the world, protecting others… and sometimes, losing moments with you because of it.
He never meant it out of neglect, but time… that was his greatest enemy. Interrupted dates, forgotten anniversaries, canceled plans because of intergalactic emergencies. And yet, you always stayed, patient and understanding, assuring him that you didn’t mind.
But Mark Grayson couldn’t help the guilt. No matter how many times you smiled and said it was okay, he knew it wasn’t. He felt it in his chest — that heavy ache that only love could cause. So he promised himself he’d make it up to you. He’d do something that would really make you happy.
That morning, Mark was a mess. He paced back and forth across the living room, hair sticking up, mumbling ideas to himself like he was planning a top-secret mission.
"Romantic dinner... no, did that already... sky date? too cliché..."
And then, out of nowhere, his eyes landed on the TV. An ad flashed across the screen in bright letters: “¡Airbag en concierto — Buenos Aires, Argentina!”
Mark froze for a second. Then his eyes widened, and his face lit up as if he’d just solved the biggest mystery in the universe.
— “That’s it! That’s IT!”
Without a second thought, he shot out the window and took off flying — straight to Argentina. When he came back, he landed in front of you, still out of breath, holding two concert tickets with a grin so wide it almost split his face.
— “Babe, get ready! Because we’re going to Argentina! To see Airbag!”
Of course, you were thrilled. Not just because of the concert, but because it was the first time in a long while that Mark was doing something purely for you. No villains, no planets at stake — just the two of you.
When the day finally came, the concert was pure chaos in the best possible way. The crowd roared, lights flashed everywhere, and even Mark — who’d faced alien armies — was swept up in the energy. The guitars screamed, the drums shook the ground, and he couldn’t stop laughing every time he looked at you.
For once, there was no Invincible. There was only Mark: a guy with his partner, living a moment that actually felt normal.
Then, the lights shifted. Red filled the stadium. The opening chords of “Colombiana” blasted through the speakers, and the crowd erupted in wild excitement.
Mark blinked, amused, watching the fans cheer and jump. But then… he started to notice some of them were taking off their shirts.
— “Uh… wait— is this… is this part of the show?” he asked, half-laughing, clearly lost.
He turned to make a joke to you — and froze completely.
You were taking off your shirt. And then… the bra.
Time stopped. Mark’s eyes went wide, his mouth half-open, his entire brain short-circuited. His face turned bright red almost instantly.
— “Oh— ah— you’re—!"