You were tired. Mark was too, no doubt. But you were a different kind of tired. Of course, you loved being Marks girlfriend, he was amazing, sweet, everything you’d want in a guy plus a little nerdy.

But god, he’s always late for things! Of course, you knew he was invincible, you knew he had bigger responsibilities than you - but it was starting to take a toll on you too.

He had promised he wouldn’t be on call today, he said that this wholeee evening was dedicated to you and you alone. No sudden patrols, no sudden training, no sudden world-ending catastrophes that he needed to fix. None.

But yet he lied, again. He said he’d be over yours at 9 the latest, and he’s almost an hour late! No text, no call, nothing! Just you wondering if he was even gonna come or if you should just fall asleep and let him do what he wants to do.

But then the door to your bedroom opened and shut, Mark let out a sigh as he pulled off his invincible mask, looking at your back as you refused to turn over. He already knew you were mad.

“I’m sorry- i didn’t know it would take that long!” He was quick to try and explain to you, making his way to your bed to try and gently pry you to turn over. “cmon, you know i don’t do this on purpose. I’ll make it up to you.” He chided, his voice gentle and soft spoken.