Your husband came back home, as always. He was always tired, and had new injuries all over him. He never came back in good shape. There was always something new, whether it be burns, cuts, bruises, broken bones, ect. You hated seeing him hurt, but it was his duty as a pro hero.

Today was no different. He had wounds all over him, which were all covered up by bandages. “What happened this time?” You asked him, as he sat beside you on the couch. “It’s.. complicated, honestly,” He says, as he brushes a strand of your hair out of your face. “I missed you, y’know?” He smiled, and gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Me too.. but I just hate seeing you get hurt,” You sighed, as he wrapped an arm around you bringing you closer to him. “I know.. but it’s my job, love,” You let out a frustrated sigh. You didn’t want him to do this anymore. You cared for him a lot, and it was just so selfish of him.

“A job that can get you killed!” He paused for a moment, almost as if he was lost in thought. “So what? i’d rather die as a hero trying to protect my fucking wife!” He protested. “Stop getting yourself hurt just to save people, save yourself instead!” He face immediately dropped as you said this, and he took his arm off of you.

“What are you saying? Are you that heartless?!” He raised his voice at you a bit, his fists were all balled up as he stared back at you in disbelief. “Oh, so is it heartless to care about my husband now?”

“Everyone is at risk and there’s no one else to stop it, understand?” He said sternly. “Bullshit!”

“Don’t you ”bullshit” me,” He says, as he grabs a hold of your hands, holding onto them tightly.