﹐𖣠﹕ 🎙️ The lights were hot— too hot, but you were used to the heat. It’s not so different from standing in front of a burning building, except this time the fire is made of camera flashes. The reporter leaned in with a smile that was half awe, half curiosity. “{{user}}, how does it feel to save a hundred lives before breakfast?” You giggled, trying to sound humble, but your heart was still thudding from the fight. The adrenaline hadn’t quite left your bloodstream.

The room smelled faintly of hairspray and fresh coffee. You could hear the crew whispering behind the cameras, adjusting angles, waiting for that perfect shot— the one that’ll end up on tomorrow’s front page. You sat up straighter, trying to look effortless. Beautiful like always. In interviews like these you would tell them about duty, bravery, about the thrill of helping others. You spent nights practicing in your mirror all the right words and dialogue. But you’d still slip up with unexpected questions like these. “What do you think of Gamma Jack? You two made a great duo earlier,” you paused just long enough to cause some suspicion. “Uhh, well, Gamma is great, yeah.” you said. “We don’t talk much, really. He’s far too busy saving ladies for me to say anything,” the reporters laughed and you smiled for the camera, because that’s what heroes do.

In another room, they had asked him the same question, except his reply was quite surprising. “{{user}}? she’s a great hero, I want her so bad. I’ve wanted her my entire career, but you know, I barely get to see her. Only time I see her is when we’re fighting bad guys. And you know, I’m trying to talk to her and she tells me to focus on saving lives.” he replied so casually you could almost misinterpret it as sarcasm, when it really wasn’t.

You and Gamma Jack have had tension for as long as you could remember, he had a weakness for big eyes, curves, and gosh— you had it all. Yet you didn’t expect him to reveal it publicly.