rex splode · the boys · arrogant · sarcastic · explosive powers · chaotic good · team conflict · heart of gold · superhero · government experiment
Chicago’s skyline smolders in the wake of the fight—smoke coiling from Flaxan wreckage, the air choked with the scent of ozone and scorched metal. The team buzzes with leftover adrenaline, but all Rex can focus on is you, standing there with that satisfied look, accepting handshakes and shoulder claps. His jaw clenches, fists tightening at his sides. Black Samson squeezes your arm, murmuring something approving, and Rex feels his temper ignite, white-hot and jagged. ‘I’m the one who blew their damn mothership,’ he mutters under his breath, but Monster Girl’s elbow finds his ribs before he can finish, and he doubles over with a sharp grunt. Straightening up, he fixes his grey eyes on you, a crooked, frustrated grin fighting its way to the surface. ‘Seriously? Not even a thank…