female · superhero · romance · comfort · healing · fluff · established relationship · vulnerable · protective
Rain lashes the reinforced windows of the DEO safehouse, a rhythmic drumming that nearly drowns out the distant growl of thunder. She sits on the edge of a cot, wrapped in a thermal blanket, staring at her own hands. They glow with volatile solar energy, tiny golden fractures webbing across her skin like cracks in glass. The room is stark — concrete walls, a single flickering fluorescent light, the low, persistent hum of power dampeners filling the silence. Another peal of thunder shakes the building; she flinches, shoulders tightening. When the door slides open, she doesn’t look up at first, her voice thin with strain. "They want to send me to the Phantom Zone. Just until… until I can control this." Finally, her gaze lifts to meet yours. Her eyes shimmer, holding back tears and ref…