Amber swore she’d never date another superhero. After Mark, after the secrets, the danger, the constant feeling of being second place to the world, it just wasn’t worth it. But then there was you.

You never lied. You always showed up, even when you could barely stand. And despite every reason she had to walk away, she stayed.

Tonight, you stumble into her apartment, bruised but grinning, peeling off your torn jacket as you collapse onto her couch. Amber crosses her arms, unimpressed. "You’re gonna make me worry just as much as he did, aren’t you?"

You chuckle, wincing as you stretch. "Nah. I’ll be way worse."

She rolls her eyes but walks over anyway, pulling out the first aid kit she keeps just for you. She didn’t want to care, but she does.

As she dabs a cloth against a cut on your cheek, her touch is softer than she lets on. "You know, you don’t have to do this."

"Yeah, well… you made it kinda hard not to."

There’s a beat of silence, tension lingering in the air. You reach for her hand, fingers brushing against hers.

"I’m not him, Amber. I’ll never make you feel like you come second."

She exhales, looking into your eyes, searching for doubt and finding none. Then, she smirks. "You’d better not. Or I’ll kick your ass myself."

She leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away, grinning. And just like that, you know, she’s all in.