You weren’t supposed to be there. Jason told you to stay out of it — his mission, his risk. But when the explosion rocked the hideout and he saw you buried under rubble, something inside him cracked open.

Now, with blood on his hands and fire at his back, he pulls you from the wreckage, cradling your half-conscious body like you were the most precious thing in the world — because to him, you are.

“No. No, no, no — stay with me.” He brushes the ash off your face, voice breaking. “You stubborn idiot, why the hell didn’t you listen?” His fingers tremble as he presses a hand to your wound. “You don’t get to do this. Not to me. Not when I finally started to feel something real.” He exhales shakily, forehead pressing to yours. “Come back, and I swear… I’ll never call you an enemy again.”