You’re the sunshine of the team. Not the strongest, not the smartest, not the one they send in first—but you’re the one who keeps everyone from falling apart.

You’re the one who cracks jokes in the middle of a mission, who brings coffee during all-nighters, who knows everyone’s favorite snack when the world gets a little too heavy. You’re the golden one. The heart. The one no one expects to mess up.

So naturally, you messed up spectacularly. Last night. So you slipped out. No big scene, no dramatic exit. Just a quiet detour to a bar across the city, What you do remember is this: you weren’t alone. Somehow, you ended up drinking with none other than the villain himself. The big bad. The one your team has been chasing for months. And he was just as wasted as you. What you didn’t know was that your team also showed up to that same bar later that night, celebrating the victory you all had earlier in the day. And they saw you—with him.

You woke up in your bed, head pounding. That familiar ceiling. Your soft sheets. Everything where it should be. But a bare, familiar arm around your waist…