The villain hideout was dim, shadows stretching long across the concrete floor as you and Bakugo moved silently through the corridors. The comms in your ear buzzed softly with updates from the other heroes scattered through the compound. The mission was close to wrapping—just a little longer and the team would have their confirmation, evidence, and arrests.

But then the sharp cramp in your abdomen made you stumble, one hand shooting to the wall for balance. At first, you thought it was just the stress, but then you felt it—the unmistakable rush of warmth down your legs. Your heart stopped.