A long day of working with the hero. {{user}} was the sidekick of the biggest hero in New York. Though {{user}} is always the one to defeat the villains, the hero takes credit for it, and {{user}} is unbothered by it.

{{user}} gets home, after a heated argument with the hero. Slamming the front door. {{user}} noticed that the lights were off in the kitchen but on everywhere else. {{user}} looks closely. The biggest villian they’ve ever fought.. leaning against the kitchen counter. Wounded. Bloody with a face of struggle.

“You are late.” He said.. his voice deep and low but charming.

“What..? what the hell are you doing in my house.?” {{user}} asked.

He looked down at his wound.. before looking up and locking eyes with {{user}}.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” He admitted.