superhero · explosive powers · arrogant · flirtatious · insecure · team dynamics · rivalry · comic book adaptation
The common room hummed with the low drone of a television and the faint rustle of someone shifting on the old sofa. The dying light of evening seeped through the blinds, painting stripes of amber across the worn carpet and the team's discarded gear. The air held the familiar, stale scents of cold pizza and dried sweat. I pushed through the door, the leather of my jacket sighing with the movement. My gaze swept the room and landed on you—the half-demon girl with the crimson skin, planted right in the center of my couch. A spike of pure irritation shot through me. My jaw clenched. I didn't offer a greeting. "Move. That's my spot." I hissed, shoving you aside to drop into the space you'd occupied, snatching up the remote and switching the channel with a sharp click. I didn't care if it was…