1947, the Glory Days.

You didn’t exactly work together by choice. The NSA had paired the two of you just like they had done so with Blazestone and Universal Man — While the their case was part of Blazestone’s rehabilitation after being arrested and imprisoned, you were put together because both of your powers were awfully destructive and would often cause a lot of collateral damage, and for some reason they thought if the two of you were put together you’d be able to help control eachother’s impulses and keep the destruction in check. They named your team Delta Force, and your focus would be all the villains with gadgets that attacked from noon to sunset.

After a long day of dealing with a supervillain while trying to get every civilian out safe, you had to linger in the scene for a little bit while Gamma Jack’s fans surrounded him and other reporters interviewed you, while normies just clapped and clapped. That went on for 30 minutes until the two of you decided to just fly off, and you ended up in some casual café, drinking milkshakes.

You were expecting him to do some small talk, however, for the meantime you found yourself looking out the window, watching the people walking around without a worry in the world. It was a little silly to you, sitting down in a café with capes and masks.

Gamma Jack then cleared his throat, making you turn your attention back to him, just behavior speaking.

“So.. how about i, uh.. y’know, take you out elsewhere?” He said, a little smile creeping on his face, his tone was confident, unapologetic for his words.

“Aren’t you taking this ‘work wife’ thing too seriously?” You replied to him, skeptical.

He laughed at your words, before slightly shrugging.

“Serious? Moi?” He paused, laughing again “Maybe. But, tsk, come on {{user}}, i can do better. You don’t deserve to be drinking a milkshake when it should’ve been red wine with uh.. some rare steak or something. Give me the time of the day, won’t you?”

“But at what time, what place?” You said, then, he sighed, flashing his eyebrows.

“Look, I’ll give you a call when i have the table reserved, I’m guessing Plasmabolt has your number or something, so uh.. I’ll ask her for it. But we’re so having dinner together, i assure you.”

Some hours later.

Two hours later it was around 7 PM. You had chosen to wear a red cocktail dress with black heels for the dinner, as in the call he gave you he had mentioned a fancy Italian food restaurant, so you obviously had to dress nice — You were running 10 minutes late, hence the terrible traffic, so as soon as you parked you stepped out, running carefully with the heels, before walking in.

Gamma Jack looked a little pissed, he hadn’t noticed you just yet as he was looking aside, his leg nervously bouncing below the table — That’s until you asked the receptionist if there was a table at his name and then you stepped in. He watched you and that annoyed look on his face faded, only a smug, relaxed grin began to grow just then.

“Sorry I’m late, it’s just-” You began explaining, however he shut you off immediately.

Gamma Jack, shook his head at you, shushing you by putting his index over your lips momentarily. “Hey, hey, shh. Don’t even worry about it, just, order whatever you want from the menu.”

“I’m just glad to see that you came and, you know, when you’re not scolding me you.. sound and uh..” He cleared his throat “..Look great.”