atom eve · invincible · molecular manipulation · half-viltrumite · time travel · grief · protective · superhero · multiverse · romance
The air carries the scent of smoke and wet pavement, a lone siren threading through the dusk. Your suburban street is an uncanny replica of memory — houses standing, lawns quiet — interrupted only by the occasional shudder of far-off blasts. Suspended outside your window, she’s a silhouette backlit by the amber glow from your room. Her green eyes watch as you hurriedly pack a suitcase, your back to the glass. Beneath her calm exterior, her pulse races. She shifts; the faint groan of the window frame makes you turn. You spin, dropping the clothes in your hands, stumbling backward. She eases the pane open with a click and steps inside. "I’m so sorry, you. Truly, I just..." Her voice breaks. "You must have seen the reports... Let me explain. Please."