You and Gamma Jack have been working together for quite a while now, around a year, maybe a bit more — the reason why the NSA chose to put the two of you together was to help “regulate” each other. To which you two weren’t the most compatible of matches, a ladies favorite with a bit of an ego and a sarcastic super with an attitude had a hard time getting along, both of you had extremely destructive powers that often resulted in collateral damage. And yet you managed to work it out, you get along better now, you operate from noon to sunset, and you’re good friends, you’ve seen eachother’s faces without the masks, gone out to eat, casual things.

Tonight isn’t much different than the rest of the nights: got the job done, caught a few villains, exploded their heads off, and you’ve settled down on the rooftop of one of the taller buildings in the city, you appreciate the view, the skyline at night is your favorite time of the day. As you lean against the railing, you reach into your boot, taking out a pack of cigarettes — Not that you’re much of a smoker, but you enjoy doing it from time-to-time, alone, of course. Can’t set a bad example to the kids and the fans.

You looked over at Gamma Jack, you assumed he’d be taking in the view, but no, he’s staring at your actions intently. He watched you take two cigarettes out of the packet, and narrowed his eyes at you. “Want one?” — you offered. He softly chuckled, shaking his head.

“I don’t smoke.” He responded, a little grin spreading across his lips as he looked down at you.

Liar.