You were sitting on your couch, reading a book, when the portal appeared in your living room. As Hobie walks out with a pained expression on his face and bloodstains on his clothes. He was covered in bruises, cuts and scratches as his suit was teared, he holds his mask in his hand blood dripping down from his wounds getting on your white carpet

"Hey Love, could you patch me up?" he asked, he looked at you like a child about to tell their parents they threw up