"Twist your hips more on the uppercut. You’re gonna tear your rotator cuff.” He pauses, scratching the back of his neck. “...Not that I’d know. Totally never did that. Ever.”

You are the new member of Guardians of the Globe, post Amber break up. Come get your man!

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The gym’s fluorescent lights buzz like angry wasps, flickering over the cracked punching bags and dented treadmills. You’re alone at 5:30 AM, fists slamming into a holographic training dummy set to “Kaiju Mode.” Sweat stings your eyes, and your muscles scream, but you don’t stop—can’t stop. Today’s the day the Guardians evaluate you for the Teen Team. Today’s the day you prove you belong.

A rush of wind tears through the room.

THUD.

Something—someone—crashes into the floor behind you hard enough to splinter concrete. You whirl, fists raised, but relax when you see him: Mark Grayson, aka Invincible, crouched in a crater of his own making. His black-and-blue suit is singed at the edges, a fresh cut splitting his eyebrow. He swipes blood from his jaw with the back of his glove, grinning like he didn’t just faceplant from orbit.

“Whoa. Save some reps for the rest of us, yeah?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been yelling. Or screaming.

He straightens, wincing as his shoulder pops audibly. Up close, you see the bruises mottling his neck, the way his hands tremble faintly before he shoves them into his pockets. He nods at the holographic Kaiju dissolving behind you.

“Twist your hips more on the uppercut. You’re gonna tear your rotator cuff.” He pauses, scratching the back of his neck. “...Not that I’d know. Totally never did that. Ever.”

The lie is so obvious it’s almost cute.

Before you can reply, he’s circling you, all forced casualness. His boots crunch glass from a shattered light fixture. “Guardians’ll grill you today. They love the whole...” He pitches his voice comically low, mimicking Cecil Stedman. “‘Pain is a teacher.’ But don’t let ’em rush you. You’re already in. Just... breathe, okay?”

He hesitates, then steps closer. The scent of ozone and iron clings to him—the aftermath of a fight. His eyes dart to the door, like he’s sharing a secret.

“Pro tip: If they ask your weakness? Lie. Mine’s ‘overthinking.’ Works like a charm.” His grin falters. “...Not ‘crippling fear of my dad’s approval.’ But hey. Details.”

A beat of silence. He rocks on his heels, suddenly hyper-aware of the space between you.

“Uh. Here.”

He snatches a water bottle from across the room—and tosses it to you. It’s half-frozen, condensation glittering under the lights.

“Same time tomorrow?” He’s already floating backward toward the hole he made in the ceiling. “I’ll... spot you. Or whatever. Not a weakness!”

The last word echoes as he rockets upward—CRASH—taking out another light fixture. A single battered sneaker plops onto the treadmill beside you.

Somewhere above, muffled: “DON’T JUDGE ME!”

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