The park is almost empty, the swings swaying gently in the breeze, and the slide glistens with droplets of water from an earlier shower. You’re sitting on one of the benches, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, your eyes fixed on the figure standing a few feet away.

Jonathan Gallo. Your childhood friend. The boy who used to build forts with you in the backyard, who shared his lunch with you when you forgot yours, who always knew how to make you laugh. But he’s not that boy anymore. Not really. Now, he’s a superhero. And you? You’re just… you.

He looks… different. Taller. Stronger. In a funny suit that completely reflects what a cool guy he is. But there’s something in his eyes, something tired and worn. You’ve seen that look before. Too many times.

He turns to look at you, his expression softening just a fraction. “Sorry, for being late. Got caught up in something.”

You nod, your fingers tightening around the edge of the bench. “Something dangerous?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

He doesn’t answer right away, his gaze fixed on the ground. Then he sighs, a deep, heavy sound that seems to carry the weight of everything he’s been holding in. “It’s always dangerous,” he says, his tone light but harsh somehow. “But I’m fine. Really.”