Summary: You’ve been working as a hero doctor ever since the NSA discovered your unique healing ability. The job pays well, but you wonder if it's worth it when the trigger to your power is a little… strange.
Author's note: First long fic! I'm ngl, I was tempted to quit since this was such a pain to edit and revise, but I finished it for you guys 🤗 Hope you enjoy! I also posted this on ao3 so if you prefer to read there, it's in the Gamma Jack/reader tag
Warnings: Suggestive
Word count: 4576
Gazerbeam sits on an examination table in your office, dressed in casual clothes, with his hands resting in his lap as you check his ankle.
He had sprained it during a mission, and the ache was impossible to ignore. Normally, Gazerbeam avoided seeking your help, preferring to let his body heal on its own. But when an injury threatened to hinder his performance—like this one did—he was willing to make an exception.
“It doesn't look too bad,” you murmur, studying the joint carefully. “Shouldn't be hard for me to heal at all.”
“That’s a relief,” Gazerbeam exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing. “There's plenty of work that needs to be done. I can’t afford to dawdle.”
You purse your lips at that. He could definitely afford to take a break from work occasionally, but you know he wouldn’t allow himself to rest if he felt like he could assist in some way. His selflessness honestly leaves you in awe sometimes.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t immediately go back to work after this, but I can't stop you,” you admit with a resigned sigh.
You’ve known Gazerbeam long enough to realize that dissuading him is an impossible task. There’s no point in trying to convince a man as stubborn as he is.
Instead of replying, Gazerbeam watches as you check his injury. When his gaze lingers for too long, he looks away.
“I'm sorry for troubling you with this,” he says at last, his voice low and distant. “I know you're probably very busy…”
“Don’t be silly,” you chide gently. “My job is to keep you guys in top condition. I’ll always be ready to help out whenever I can.” Then, softer, “You’re my friend, Simon. I’ll never be too busy for you.”
Gazerbeam’s shoulders drop further, his posture loosening at your reassurance. Despite the dull timbre of his voice, his emotions are written clearly across his face.
“I appreciate that,” he mumbles, glancing back at you. His eyes are filled with such a genuine fondness that it makes your heart flutter.
A sheepish smile creeps onto your face. “Well, you know how my powers work, so this might be a little awkward.”
A faint half-smile tugs at Gazerbeam’s lips. “Yes, I'm well aware of how your powers operate. It’s a unique gift, and I respect your professionalism, especially considering how unusual the trigger is.”
That makes you feel slightly better. “Thank you. That means a lot to me,” you say, sincerity softening your voice.
The faint hum of the air conditioner fills the room as you mentally prepare yourself to heal him. You always end up feeling a little embarrassed before using your power. It’s amazing, sure, but you sometimes wish it had a more conventional trigger—preferably one that doesn’t involve you kissing your patients.
After a moment, Gazerbeam speaks up again, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go ahead. Do whatever you need to do.”
You nod, feeling a little anxious. This is the first time Simon will see your power in action. You really hope he won’t be put off by it.
Taking a deep breath, you move closer to his sprained ankle, dropping to one knee. Settling comfortably between his legs to get a better look, you notice the slight tension in his muscles as you near. It’s subtle, but enough to make your cheeks warm.
Pay attention, you scold yourself. He’s injured. Don’t ogle him.
Tentatively, you reach out and carefully run your fingers over his ankle before taking a hold of it.
He tenses a little, jaw tightening just enough to notice. He’s clearly trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt—but the flicker of discomfort on his face and the subtle twitch of his hand give him away.
To help him, you already know what you need to do. Looking up at him, you silently ask for permission one last time. Once he gives a small nod, you lean forward and gently press your lips against his swollen ankle.
Even though Gazerbeam knows what to expect, he still jolts—not expecting the rush of warmth that spreads through his body when you use your power. A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks and he draws in a sharp breath.
You let your power work its magic, a soft glow emanating from your lips as you channel your energy into him. The swelling in his ankle begins to gradually subside, the inflammation fading as the tissues repair themselves.
As you lift your head, you notice the tightness in Simon’s expression has eased, and the discomfort clouding his eyes has begun to fade. You carefully set his ankle down, testing its mobility to make sure the injury is fully healed.
Gazerbeam takes a moment to collect himself, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath. “That, uh... that was quite nice. A relief really. It feels like I never sprained it at all.” His gaze flickers toward you, then darts away almost immediately. “Thank you.”
You gently set his foot down, feeling a flicker of satisfaction at the sight of him more relaxed. “You’re welcome,” you say warmly as you get up from your knees. “Try to take it easy for the rest of the day, okay? I don’t mind healing you, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t get hurt.”
He pushes himself to his feet, rolling his ankle in a slow circle to test the repaired joint. As expected, the pain and swelling that plagued him earlier is completely gone.
The corners of his lips lift into a small, sincere smile. It's moments like this when you're reminded of how handsome he is.
“I'll try,” he says, his tone softer than usual. “But I can't make any promises.”
You roll your eyes at his last comment, knowing that he’s not lying. He can’t promise that he’ll take it easy—because honestly, it’s just not something likely to happen.
He's always pushing himself. It's admirable of course, but it worries you sometimes. You're always concerned that he'll push himself too far and end up getting seriously hurt.
You're pulled away from your thoughts when you notice a splotch of red on the far side of his left cheek. How did you not see that before?
Without thinking, you reach out and gently turn his head to look at his cheek, worry etched on your face. “Hold still.”
He’s a bit taken aback but stays still, obliging without protest. You get a better look at the red mark on his cheek—a faint bruise, probably from a fight during his mission.
You tut softly, lightly touching the skin near the bruise with your fingers. “You didn’t tell me you got hurt here too.”
“It wasn't anything serious, so I didn't find it necessary to mention,” he admits.
Your brows furrow. If you don't treat it now, it'll only get worse with time. Sure, you could let him heal on his own, but knowing you can help and choosing not to? It doesn't sit right with you.
Before you can stop yourself, the words slip out: “Want me to take care of it?”
It takes you a moment to process what you said. If you were to heal his cheek, you’d have to kiss him there. You’re not sure if he’d even be comfortable with that.
Your cheeks warm. Not that you mind kissing him, but his comfort comes first. You hope he doesn't think you're weird for asking.
Gazerbeam hesitates. Part of him wants to refuse, not wanting to trouble you with something as small as a bruise. But when he sees the concern in your eyes, he can't bring himself to say no. “Alright,” he says, his voice quieter than before.
His response eases your doubt, though a flicker of anxiety still gnaws at you. “Okay,” you say, doing your best to sound calm. “Could you lean down a little? You're a bit too tall for me to reach your cheek.”
He complies, lowering his head slightly so that he's at a comfortable height for you. “Like this?”
This flusters you more than you'd like to admit, the heat in your face worsening as the space between you shrinks. You force yourself to tune out the sudden pounding of your heart against your ribs.
“Perfect,” you say, your voice a bit shaky. “Now just stay still, okay?”
He nods and averts his gaze, the tips of his ears reddening.
You take a slow, steady breath, trying to calm your racing heart. It's just a quick kiss, you remind yourself. You're just healing him. There's nothing more to it.
But then why does it feel like there is more to it? Why are you suddenly more aware of his presence, of the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers as you cup his face, of the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes? You shake off your thoughts, refocusing on the task at hand.
You close the distance, gently pressing your lips to the bruise on his cheek.
As soon as your lips touch his skin, the familiar tingle of your power spreads across his cheek, healing the injury. His breath hitches ever so slightly. You wouldn't have noticed if you weren't so close.
You try to ignore the warmth spreading through you as your lips linger on his cheek for a moment longer before you pull away, breaking the contact. Taking a small step back, you give him a nervous smile. “There. All healed.”
He touches the spot where you kissed him, his fingers trailing over the now-healed skin. It's unmarked, the redness having completely faded.
“That… that feels much better,” he says, looking a little dazed.
It's a small thing, but seeing how affected he was from the kiss steadies your nerves. At least it's not just you feeling like this.
“Good,” you manage to utter. “I'm glad that helped.”
There's an awkward silence after that, neither one of you knowing what to say. You find yourself studying his face, noticing little details that you hadn't paid attention to before. Was he always this attractive?
“Well,” he begins, clearing his throat. “I should get going. I still need to file a report on my last mission.”
“Right, yeah," you say, forcing a casual tone despite the twinge of disappointment you feel. You didn't want him to leave just yet, but you can't exactly say that aloud.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” You offer a small smile. “And if you do get hurt again, don't hesitate to come to me.”
Gazerbeam returns your smile warmly. “Of course.” He takes a step towards the door but then pauses. “Truly, thank you. The work you do is very admirable.”
“You're welcome,” you beam, hoping you don’t sound too eager. “It's what I'm here for.”
He nods, looking like he wants to say something more, but ultimately decides against it. He gives you one last smile before opening the door and leaving your office.
Once the door closes, you collapse into your chair, letting out a deep sigh. What was that about? Why did healing him feel so… intimate?
With Gazerbeam gone, you're left in the quiet of your office, your thoughts swirling in your head. You can't help but replay the last few moments in your mind, the memory of his skin against your lips and the way he looked at you. It was probably nothing, right? You're just feeling lonely, that’s all.
You shake your head, trying to clear your mind. You can't afford to get distracted like this—you have a job to do. And so, you prepare for your next patient.
—
Gamma Jack had just returned from a mission, brooding over the fact that the supervillain he fought had actually managed to land a hit. His lip was split from the punch—courtesy of the villain’s ring, which had caught him square in the face.
He might have gone a bit overboard with how slow and painful their death was, but at the time, he was just too angry. Oh well. In the end, he did the world a favor by getting rid of them. One less supervillain to worry about.
He raises his hand, fingertips hovering just above the cut on his lip. The second they make contact, he lets out a sharp hiss.
Yeah. He doesn’t regret killing that supervillain at all, especially since they marred his face. It’s frustrating that he’ll have to wait for the cut on his lip to heal—it’s throwing off his otherwise handsome features.
Then, out of nowhere, he thinks of you. You’re a nurse… or maybe a doctor? He can’t quite remember. All he knows is that you could be the solution to his problem.
Since he’s at headquarters anyway, he figures it’s worth paying you a visit.
Gamma Jack strolls down the long hallway toward your office, humming to himself. His mind drifts to how good you look in that lab coat you always wear. He’s sure that whatever is underneath it is even better.
As he nears the end of the hall, he catches sight of Gazerbeam just as he’s leaving. His face is oddly flushed for someone coming from the nurse’s office.
“Finished getting some good ol' lovin' from our nurse?” Gamma Jack calls out with a playful grin.
Gazerbeam flinches, caught completely off guard by Jack’s sudden appearance, but he quickly regains his composure.
“Doctor,” he corrects smoothly. “And no, nothing of the sort. Just the standard procedure.”
If Gamma Jack didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed Simon was just being his usual rigid self.
But unfortunately for him, Jack has sharp eyes. He noticed the red tint on Simon’s ears and neck almost immediately.
Huh.
So Simon has a thing for you. Why else would he be that red?
“You sure? You’re looking pretty flustered for someone who just got standard medical care,” Gamma Jack teases.
Gazerbeam adjusts his glasses even though they were already set correctly. “I’m perfectly fine. You should be more worried about yourself,” he says, nodding toward Jack’s face. “That looks like it hurts.”
Great, another reminder about his split lip.
“Ah, that? Just a little souvenir from a fight.” Gamma Jack shrugs off the concern. “I would say you should see the other guy, but… you know.”
“I suppose there’s no need to ask if you won, then,” Gazerbeam raises a brow.
He smirks. “Damn right. I always win.”
Gazerbeam shakes his head with a sigh. “Well, I have somewhere to be, so I’ve got to go. Goodbye, Jack. Make sure to get that cut treated. Wounds like that tend to get infected rather easily.”
Gamma Jack gives a casual two-finger salute as Gazerbeam walks away.
Once he disappears from view, Jack lets out a quiet chuckle. Simon has no idea just how obvious his crush is.
It’s a shame they both have eyes for the same person. He would’ve been the best wingman if Simon liked anyone other than you.
But that’s fine. Jack doesn’t mind a little competition between friends. It makes things more interesting after all.
He continues walking, eventually reaching your office. Instead of knocking, he decides to make a grand entrance.
—
The door flies open, slamming into the wall with a loud bang. You jerk in surprise, your pen and clipboard slipping from your hands and clattering onto the desk. You’re about to snap at whoever just barged in when you catch a glimpse of blonde hair and a familiar blue-and-yellow super suit.
Wait… Jack?
You’ve interacted with him a handful of times before, but it was mostly just him flirting while you shut him down. You’re not even sure he knows your name, let alone what your powers are; he certainly didn’t seem to be paying attention when you were first introduced, more focused on your looks than anything else.
Despite how annoyed you are with his entrance, you can't help but stare at him. He's a sight to behold: the way his suit clings to his muscular body, the confident smirk on his face, and those blue eyes that seem to pierce right through you—okay, enough of that.
You wonder why he’s visiting you, since he’s never done so in all your years working as a hero doctor. From what you can tell, he looks perfectly fine, aside from the cut on his lip.
He scrutinizes everything in your office as he saunters in, closing the door behind him with a kick of his foot. Once his eyes land on you, he flashes a charming smile. “Nice place you got here. But I personally think the view is better.”
He doesn’t even spare a glance at your window.
You sigh. You’re already exhausted, and the real work hasn’t even started yet.
You gesture to the examination table in the corner of the room, motioning for him to take a seat. “Cut the flirting, Jack. What do you want?” you ask, trying to keep your tone professional but failing to hide the slight exasperation in your voice.
He strides over to the exam table, casually swinging his cape over his shoulder as he sits down. He doesn’t hesitate to make himself comfortable, leaning back and spreading his legs wide, one ankle resting on the opposite knee.
“Straight to business, huh? I thought you’d at least have given me a ‘hello’ first, sweetheart.” He chuckles.
You roll your eyes. You’ve come to expect his overly confident, flirty demeanor by now—it’s a constant in every exchange you have with him. The man has ego for days, and it’s borderline intolerable. Still, something about him is magnetic, though you’d never admit that out loud.
You grab your pen and clipboard from your desk and make your way over, standing in front of the exam table and preparing to get started.
“So,” you begin, trying to sound as detached as possible, “what brings you to my office today?”
Gamma Jack releases a puff of air, amused by your attitude.
“You sure don’t waste any time,” he says with a crooked grin, tapping his split lip, caked with dried blood. “I need you to patch this up for me. Had a little run-in with a supervillain earlier—got me with a cheap shot. I’d rather not walk around with a scar ruining my good looks.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes again. Typical. Of course his main concern is his appearance, not the injury.
Leaning in, you tilt his chin up with your hand to get a closer look at the cut. He lets out a chuckle, clearly enjoying the attention.
“You know,” he says, voice dipping into a husky tone, “You’ve got really nice hands.”
Heat rises to your cheeks. “Shut up.”
“What? I’m just stating a fact,” he retorts, grinning.
This is what you dislike most about him—his shameless, relentless flirting. You wonder if he even means half the things he says, or if it’s all just empty words thrown out without a second thought, meant only to charm and lower your guard.
You choose to ignore his comment and examine the wound on his lip, assessing the damage. The cut isn’t too deep, but it still needs cleaning. Releasing his chin, you reach over to the nearby drawer and pull out some cotton balls and antiseptic.
“This may sting a little,” you warn, dabbing a cotton ball in antiseptic and bringing it to the wound.
Gamma Jack winces as the antiseptic makes contact with his torn lip. “No kidding. That stings like a—ow!”
You smile at the look he shoots you, knowing it’s from the extra pressure you applied. “Oh, tough guy like you can’t handle a little pain?” you tease.
He narrows his eyes at the jab. “I can handle the pain just fine. I just wasn’t expecting such rough treatment from you, doc.”
You scoff but keep working, your touch careful as you clean the injury. Gamma Jack remains still, his eyes locked on you, studying every precise movement. The intensity of his gaze gets under your skin, and you seriously consider smacking your hand over his eyes to make him stop staring.
When you finish, you take a step back, scanning him once more to make sure you haven’t missed anything. The cut on his lip is clean now, leaving only a faint line where it split.
“All done,” you say, gathering the scattered supplies and tucking them away. “You’re good to go now. See ya, Jack.”
Despite your care, Gamma Jack doesn’t look relieved or thankful. In fact, there’s a hint of annoyance in his expression—a slight furrow in his brow, like he’s more irritated than anything else.
Weird, but whatever. His feelings aren’t your problem. As long as he’s physically okay, that’s all that matters to you.
You turn away to jot down some notes, assuming he’d leave now that he was no longer in any need of treatment. The scratch of your pen against paper fills the otherwise quiet room as you focus on your task.
It stays that way for a while—until Gamma Jack clears his throat.
“That’s it?”
You glance over your shoulder. “Excuse me?”
“That’s it?” he repeats, gesturing to his lips. “No special kiss?”
Your jaw drops. Special kiss!?
Left speechless by his words, it takes you a moment to answer him. “What in the world are you talking about?”
You’re almost certain Jack has lost his mind when he simply grins at you, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“C’mon, don’t play coy.” He tilts his head. “You know exactly what I’m takin’ about.”
“I don’t.” You do, but you can’t believe he’s actually asking for a kiss. You were so sure he had no clue how your power worked. Of course this is one of the things he remembers about you.
Gamma Jack smirks, raising a brow. “Oh really? Not a clue?”
You resist the urge to slap him. Seriously, is he this shameless?
Not that it’s surprising. With the number of people who fawn over him, it’s no wonder he’s like this.
“You’re unbelievable,” you huff. “I’m not kissing you.”
At your refusal, Gamma Jack groans and flops back on the exam table, dramatically posing like a dying Victorian woman.
The sight is so ridiculous you have to bite back a laugh. He looks so damn silly.
“Why not?” he practically whines.
“Uh, because it’s unprofessional? I’m your doctor. I don’t go around kissing my patients.” You pause, then add, “Not like that, at least.”
Gamma Jack shoots you a skeptical look. “Then why did Gazerbeam look so flustered coming out of your office, huh?”
“What?” You sputter, caught completely off guard.
He sits up, leaning back on his hands. You don’t fail to notice how his arms flex with the movement.
“Oh c’mon, don’t look so shocked. I’ve got eyes, y’know. I saw the way he was all red-faced. Couldn’t even look me in the eye when he passed by. Well, not that he usually does, but you get what I mean.”
You avoid his gaze. “Maybe he had a fever.”
Simon’s face did feel pretty hot when you kissed him. You refuse to believe anything other than that… yeah. (You’re in denial)
Gamma Jack snorts. “A fever? Yeah, probably one for you. He was as red as a beet. That doesn’t happen to a guy unless he gets something real good.”
Your face burns at the insinuation. “Shut up. It’s none of your business what happened with him.”
He laughs and raises his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t get all huffy with me, babe. I’m just sayin’.”
If he weren’t capable of erasing you from existence with a flick of his wrist, you’d choke him out.
“Don’t call me that,” you grumble, turning away to fiddle with some paperwork. Suddenly, it becomes very interesting.
“Aw, why not?” He leans forward, trying to catch your eye. “Don’t you like it?”
You grit your teeth. Why does he have to sound so smug? And why does it suit him so well?
“No. I don’t,” you say shortly, still looking anywhere but him.
You can feel Gamma Jack’s eyes boring into the back of your head. A shiver runs down your spine, but you act unaffected.
“Liar,” he drawls.”
At this, your patience finally snaps. You whirl around, ready to give him a piece of your mind—but the words dry on your tongue when you take in the way he’s looking at you.
Gamma Jack stares up at you with half-lidded eyes and a knowing grin on his lips. He gives you a very obvious once-over, clearly enjoying the way your lab coat looks on you. Then his eyes slowly rise to meet yours, his grin widening to reveal perfect white teeth. It’s infuriating how attractive he looks right now.
“You’re so—ugh!” You rub at your face. “Do you really want me to heal your lip that badly?”
He pretends to ponder the question, stroking his chin with a playful smile. “Maybe,” he says. “It’d be nice not to have a cut there at all.”
“Your lip will heal just fine on its own, without my help. The cut’s shallow, so it shouldn’t even scar,” you say flatly.
“Yeah, but a kiss from my favorite doctor skips the healing process,” he winks.
Oh, for the love of—
You stomp over to Jack and pull him into a kiss, letting your frustration spill out.
He makes a startled sound but quickly matches your intensity. His hands slide to your hips, pulling you closer, and he groans as he returns the kiss just as fiercely.
The kiss is rough, messy, charged with both anger and desire. He nips at your bottom lip, making you gasp, then seizes the moment to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue inside. His taste is intoxicating, and you can’t help but moan, fingers clutching at the fabric of his suit.
Using his grip on your hips, he pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. You feel every contour of his strong body pressed against yours as his hands roam freely.
He breaks away from your lips only to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. Finding a particularly sensitive spot, he sucks on it, leaving you breathless.
Gamma Jack chuckles softly against your skin. “I knew you wanted me. Don’t worry—I want you just as badly.”
You part your lips to reply, but he silences you with another kiss before you can speak. You melt into him, fingers tangling in his blonde hair. It’s almost easy to forget why you were angry in the first place.
Then you finally pull away, cheeks hot with anger and something you’d rather not acknowledge. You look at him: his lips are healed but swollen from the kiss, eyes glazed with desire. He’s like this because of you.
You ignore how much you like that thought.
Wiping your mouth, you try to regain your composure. “You got your kiss, you bastard. Happy now?”
He smirks. “Ecstatic.”
You’re just starting to move from his lap when the door to your office swings open.
“Hey, you know the drill. Got any—” Hypershock’s eyes go wide, disbelief halting him mid-sentence.
You and Gamma Jack both freeze, but your reactions couldn’t be more different. Horror and embarrassment slam into you, while Jack just flashes an easy, confident grin.
Hypershock lets out a long, weary sigh, rubbing his eyes. “I just wanted some goddamn Advil. Is that really too much to ask for?”
summary: You and Jack live in the same apartment complex, a sudden power outage occurs causing the two of you to be in your room.
warning!! angst and tragedy.
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The oven timer chimed softly through the apartment. Wiping your hands on the towel, you step over to check on your already-cooked lasagna. Crouching to the ovens level, hot air hits your face as you open the oven door, backing up a bit, you grab your mitts and proceed to take out the lasagna.
“Phew! Nothing better than a freshly cooked meal of mine” You grin, wiping off the sweat with your forearm.
Placing the baked lasagna on the counter, you glance at the amount of dishes that screamed to be washed.
‘Awe man…’ sighing, you grab a hair tie from your aprons pocket and tie your hair up, tightening it to your comfort.
Heading towards the sink, you turn on the water faucet preparing to rinse the plates. That’s until—
Pop.
The lights went out, making the apartment go quiet. Too quiet.
“What happened?” You questioned, confusion flickered across your face.
Glancing towards the door, your right hand turns off the water faucet. You walk over and go past the living room, now standing in front of the door.
Placing your palm on the door knob, you twist it, pushing it gently revealing—
Jack?!
He looks at you—and froze. Looking like a kid who got caught stealing a piece of candy, his arm slightly stretched out, fist balled as if he was about to knock.
“Jack? What are you doing here?” You ask, raising a brow, arms crossing.
He retrieves his arm quickly and smiles embarrassingly, clearing his throat.
“Oh—uhh, y’know…I smelt something coming from your room and thought ‘hey why not do a quick visit and eat something’” He replied quickly.
You smile, “Jack you know you don’t have to knock on my door, just come in whenever you want”
Sighing with relief, he shows that cocky toothy grin that you’re fond of.
“Thanks sweetheart, knew I was right coming here—to you”
Blushing, you turn away from him. “Just get in”
He chuckles, lifting his hand to rub your head gently whilst passing by.
You shut the door behind you—locking it, in case an intruder tries to break in.
‘I mean…who’s going to break in if Jack is here’ letting out a soft laugh, you shook your head trying to discard the silly thought.
Confused, he turns to you, smiling. “What’re you laughing about?”
“Nothing! How about you sit? I have to light up some candles since it’s dark” you responded in a rush.
———————
After the candles have been positioned to the darker parts of your apartment, it lit up the room, slightly, leaving a warm—comfortable ambiance.
“Jack, you can go ahead and eat first” you said, nudging the prepared plate to him, “I’ll handle the dishes”
Already walking towards the sink, you hear the chair being pushed back, footsteps loud and clear behind you.
He stepped forward before you could, his voice low but firm.
“Let me.”
You shook your head, eyes steady.
“I’ve got it”
He raised his brow but didn’t argue. Instead, he simply rolled up his sleeves, turns on the faucet, and started rinsing the dishes with quiet determination.
You stared at him surprised, but not bothered.
Letting your hands fall to your sides, you watched him silently as he worked—his movement being careful, gentle.
In the end, the sink was spotless, no remaining dish was left.
He grabbed a paper towel, ripping it to dry his calloused hands.
“You didn’t have to do that you know?” You spoke, almost whispering.
“Relax sweetheart” He said quietly, throwing away the towel he used to dry his hands. “You did enough. Let me do something too”
You just looked at him, you didn’t need to reply because your eyes spoke for you.
Thank you.
….
His gaze drifted across the kitchen, pausing when he spotted the stacks of vinyl records on counter.
“Didn’t take you to be the vintage type” he muttered, flipping through the sleeves with quiet interest.
You smile, standing beside him. “They were my mom’s, I would collect the ones we used to play when I was little”
Pulling one out, his brow lifted. Gilbert O’ Sullivan. “Classic” he said under his breath.
Stepping closer, you get curious.
He turns to you, slowly. A smirk forming as his arm extends.
“C’mon. Just one song”
You laugh, “You slow dance?”
“I fight villains in the sky, I’m sure I can handle this”
Before you could argue, his hand had already attached to your waist—gently, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll.
His gaze flickered to the record player, then back to you, something considerate behind his usual flirtatious nature.
“You always dance alone?” He asked, voice low but teasing.
Blinking, you get caught off guard by the question.
“Only when no one is watching”
His smirk grew wider, pulling you closer to him.
“Well,” he paused. “Someone’s watching now”
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His eyes met yours, making the rest of the room fade. No disturbances, just the quiet hum of the song and the weight of his gaze holding yours.
“You’re beautiful” He spoke with sincerity, looking at you.
“Jack…” You paused, too shy to respond.
Something quiet and electric lingered between you two. You felt it, and he did too. Maybe this meant more than what you both had planned.
That’s until his face darkened. The whole room went dark.
He held you tightly, hurting you. “Why?”
Your eyes widen, almost alarmed. “What?”
“Why did you leave me to die?” He spoke angrily, a scowl replacing his usual playful smirk “You left me rotting in that damn island.”
“Jack don’t do this, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry!” You cried out, trying to escape from his hold. He didn’t flinch, just kept holding you.
“Do you know how much time I waited? Hoping that you’ll come and free me from there? How much I suffered? Of course you don’t know because you didn’t try” He stated, hatred seeping from his voice.
You start sobbing, hair sticking on your forehead.
“Please…Jack, I tried. I tried finding you, knowing that you were missing made me lose it. I went crazy trying to find you, but it was too late”
“Stop lying.” He snapped, his face being indifferent.
“You’re hurting me!” You sob out, struggling to escape.
“This doesn’t compare to the pain I had to endure” He replied coldly.
“Believe me! Not a single day goes by that I regret not finding out sooner about you” Your voice breaks. “Because I love y-“
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You gasp for air.
It was all a nightmare.
Your breath came in short, sweat clinging to your skin despite the cold air.
Waking up to reality, you turn to your side, clutching the sheets as tight as you could. You bury your face in the pillow, wet with sweat and tears. That wasn’t your Jack. Your Jack was dead months ago.
summary » Supers were illegal at this point, but you and your colleagues take classified missions in secret. Partnering up with Gazerbeam, a certain operation takes an abrupt turn.
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The air was thick, the stench of gas fumes filled his nostrils, bits of glass scattered everywhere.
He didn’t move. Not yet.
Hearing a muffled voice, he opened his eyes—slowly, as if he was waking up from a deep dream.
“Simon?! Are you okay?” He heard. Barely. The ringing in his ears were maddening.
Feeling his co-worker shake him, he made the attempt on moving but was stopped abruptly by the sharp pain in his ribs. How?
Grimacing, he pushes himself up, his arms holding him upwards, cautiously averting his gaze to avoid regrettable consequences.
“Are you alright?” He muttered, managing to get the words out.
Your gaze softened. Being the most injured and he still put others first.
“Don’t worry about me-“ You replied, hands covering your mouth as you cough.
“Can you get up? Let me help you” Standing up, you slid your arms under his arm and around his shoulder assisting him.
Wincing, he stood up thanks to your help.
“Thank you” He spoke gratefully.
You nod your head. Looking around, you find an empty alleyway. Perfect!
“There’s an empty alleyway, let’s stop by and tend to your injuries” You said urgently.
Carefully, you move the bits of glass aside with your foot to clear the path for both you and Gazerbeam. Looking back at the site, his vehicle was in an unfortunate situation. Bummer. Focusing, you gently lift him a bit to keep going and walk to the designated area.
While both of you trudge, you can clearly hear his grunts, struggling to keep up.
“You doing okay?” You peeked over checking his state.
“Never better” He huffs, continuing “We need to stay sharp, this was no ordinary attack”
Confused, you turn to look at him ‘…an attack?’
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Crouching beside a dumpster, this gave you and gazerbeam a well hidden spot to converse and plan.
Gazerbeam, pursing his lips, sits down beside you letting out a grunt.
“I got shot… I don’t know from where but it could be the culprit we’re after..” He spoke, clutching his side where the bullet had torn through, blood seeping between his fingers.
Seeing the injury, you get close to him, pressing your palms gently on his ribs. The enchanting scent of calendula drifted through the air, your hands emit a green calming aura. Treating the wound, every torn muscle mended together back to its place.
He leans his head back onto the wall, closing his eyes, a shaky exhale escaped from his lips as the pain subsides.
“That should keep you on your feet…. Are you going to be fine?” You questioned worriedly.
Glancing at you, he fights back a smile. But he averts his gaze, looking at the discarded soda can on the ground instead.
“Simon… you don’t have to look away you know?” You spoke softly. Moving strands of his hair away from his face.
“You know why I do that… I just can’t look at you without the fear that I will possibly harm you” He responded.
Shutting his eyes, he relives the horrible memories, he shook his head trying to discard those thoughts.
“It eats me alive, I can’t go one day without remembering that I actually hurt someone” He mumbled, continuing.
“it’s not safe when I let my guard down… but you make me want to” He confessed. Getting flustered, his eyes flickered toward you for a split second—then away again.
….
You blink. What?
“I—what do you mean?” You replied nervously, accidentally stuttering.
“I wasn’t planning on telling you. But it’s true” He exhaled slowly. “I meant that.”
His gaze finally met yours, despite the nerves, he continued. “Every word.”
You followed his eyes, that alone made his chest tighten. Heart pounding, you gather your thoughts.
“Finally.”
Confused, he blinked. “What?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to say something, anything! But I could never tell because you’re so… dull!” You chuckle, massaging the back of your neck.
summary » Supers were illegal at this point, but you and your colleagues take classified missions in secret. Partnering up with Gazerbeam, a certain operation takes an abrupt turn.
notes: your hero name is verdant, your powers are controlling living matter, can be powerful and versatile but a drawback is that it depends on your emotions. You don’t explore your powers so as of now, you can only control plant life.
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You adjust yourself in your seat with a file unopened infront of you, because you knew that this wasn’t any rescue mission, it was a dangerous minimal support assignment that required a very well prepared plan.
“I’m sure you’re aware that this isn’t some ‘saving the kitty’ from a tree, this is a cleanup” The handler spoke, arms crossed leaning in.
Glancing at Gazerbeam, he tried looking composed but you knew that he knew this was dangerous. His clenched jaw gave it away.
“Open the file infront you, surveillance photos of the culprit will be given to you after you read it” The handler said.
Both you and Gazerbeam open the file. Reading it intensely, you come across a certain detail that made your eyes widen.
“Sir- I’m sorry but, we’re talking about stopping a missile that will possibly launch here? Right on Metroville?” You ask nervously.
“Correct.” The handler said dryly.
“What about the other supers? With a mission severe like this I don’t think it would be viable for the operation being for two people” Gazerbeam states.
“Gamma Jack is at a meeting with a woman named Mirage, they’re currently discussing the possibilities of making supers legal. Frozone, Mr. Incredible and Elastic Girl are underground stopping a terrorist. The rest of the supers are… deceased, as you already know.” The handler replied.
Gazerbeam, about to speak, hesitated. He nudged his collar moving uncomfortably.
“Simon, I know that you care about people, and I also know you’ll take this mission for the sake of peace” The handler spoke flatly.
The handler, clearing his throat, hands you and Gazerbeam the surveillance photos.
“The culprit is an ex scientist, he got fired due to a complicated health issue. That made him resent everyone and everything leading to the personal ideology of ‘if I can’t be happy, no one can’” The handler noted.
Taking a close look at the picture, you see the culprit dressed in a white coat. Dark hair, light colored eyes, and about average height.
“Is there footage of the offender?” Gazerbeam asks.
“Unfortunately no, all we have is that picture taken by one of our agents” The handler stated.
Re-reading the file, you think. ‘This doesn’t feel right’
“Verdant, I’m confident in both you and Gazerbeam on making this mission successful, I feel self-assured that you both won’t disappoint.” The handler uttered coldly.
You chew the inside of your mouth. Fingers fiddling with the hem of your hoodie, Gazerbeam notices and gives you a nod, ‘it’s okay’. You gather yourself and took a breath.
“We won’t disappoint” you spoke confidently.
“I sure hope not”
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Leaving the building, you roll your shoulders, relieved from the pressure that was accumulating.
“Handler surely knows how to intimidate someone” you say chuckling nervously.
Gazerbeam takes out his glasses from his jacket for night driving, puts them on, and realigning them to his liking.
“Yea… he knows how to unsettle someone” Gazerbeam spoke.
Sighing, you stuff your hands in your hoodie pocket.
Both you and Gazerbeam, seeing the vehicle, approach it. Settling in the passenger seat, you shifted comfortably. The drivers seat gets occupied by Gazerbeam.
He turns the key in the ignition, making the dashboard light up. He types the address in the gps, finishing up, he hums in satisfaction. The tired crunched over the gravel as he steered onto the road.
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“Do you have anything to eat? I feel like munching on a snack” you asked.
“Check the glove box, there should be some snacks in there” he replied.
Opening the glove box, excited to eat something, you stop yourself. ‘What the hell?’
“Seriously? Is peanut butter and chocolate all you have?” you spoke curiously, looking towards him.
“Yes… is something wrong?” He replied, raising a brow.
“I expected a sandwich you know… not peanut butter and chocolate” you said sighing.
You grabbed the chocolate bar and dipped it peanut butter. Eating it, you murmured “It’s not bad though”
Gazerbeam took a glance at you, smiling.
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The tires stepped on something causing the car to jump a little, making you drop the peanut butter and chocolate.
“Dammit” you blurted, leaning down to pick it up.
All of a sudden you felt the vehicle move abnormally ‘what’s going on?’
You then hear Gazerbeam shout “WATCH OUT”
He jumps in front of you in the passenger seat, shielding you from the sudden impact.
……..
The smell of smoke fills your nostrils making you jolt awake.
“What just happened?” You whisper, rubbing your head due to the sudden headache.
Looking at your surroundings you see Gazerbeam unconscious. ‘How? How is he unconscious?’
“Simon?! Are you alright?” You shout, limping towards him, you crouched down shaking his body.
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Hope you guys enjoyed this! I will be making a second part for this, I just liked leaving the suspension lol
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Also, we all know Gamma Jack did NOT come back from that meeting😭
summary 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 Gamma Jack talks about you in his live interview.
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Adjusting his cape, dusting off any imaginary dirt there is, accommodates himself in his seat, and rolls his shoulders back.
He then gives a polite nod to the producer, glancing at the timer above the camera.
He taps the mic, “how does this work? Or is it already on?” He says messing with the mic, tongue out slightly.
“Gamma Jack-“ says the interviewer before getting cut off by him.
“Jack is fine”
…..
“Uhh… is it broadcasting already?” He asks awkwardly.
“Live and rolling, whenever you’re ready Jack”
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“Right! My name is Gamma Jack, or Handsome Jack whatever the ladies prefer” he says grinning.
The interviewer chuckles. “We’re going to start off with basic questions….. what is your favorite food?”
“Food… I like mashed potatoes but it can NOT have lumps otherwise I can’t eat it” He says, nose wrinkling at the thought.
He sees the interviewer writing notes, nodding.
“These are questions asked by the viewers, they want to know what it’s like encountering villains, and how do you handle the situation” The interviewer states.
“Let’s see” Jack says pondering a reply.
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You huff, taking out a freshly plain cake. Wincing because you accidentally touched the hot pan.
“These are questions asked by the viewers, they want to know what it’s like encountering villains, and how do you handle the situation”
Hearing the television, you turn around and see your Jack being interviewed. Smiling, you set down the hot pan and approach the tv. Wiping your hands on your apron, you grab the remote and turn the volume up.
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“Yea about villains, I show up and shut them down quickly but uhh, it’s not always about power, anyone can throw a punch. Handling certain villains takes calculation and awareness but ehh.. I finish the job quickly.” Jack explains, proud of himself.
The interviewer, clearing his throat, takes notes.
“You make it sound easy Jack” The interviewer says dryly.
Jack chuckles, twisting his body to get comfortable.
“Alrighty… ah here we go, viewers want to know your type in women, and why is that your type?” The interviewer asks intriguingly.
This made Jack’s eyes soften, gathering nostalgic thoughts.
“My type in women is someone who knows who she is, she’s not afraid to be herself. Hell, just a woman who handles my quirks when I am pesky” He responds, bowing his head slightly, smiling at the thought.
“That’s quite specific Jack, is it someone you’re thinking about right now?” The interviewer replies.
“Yes, I am thinking of that person right now” Jack says softly, looking directly at the camera knowing you’re watching.
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This made your heart flutter.
‘Oh Jack…’ you thought, gently wiping your tear.
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“Jack!! Put us down, we’re too high up!” You say hiding in his chest. “What? Cmon we’re not that high up! But because you asked, I’ll put us down” He replies chuckling. “But before I do that, turn and look at the gorgeous moon upon us, it’s a full moon” he whispers kindly. Removing your head from his chest, you check on what he’s talking about and—wow.. it was indeed the most breathtaking view you’ve seen. Not because of the moon though, but because you glanced at Jack.
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Smiling at the memory, nostalgia comes in like a wave hitting your heart.
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“Would you like telling us about your special loved one?” The interviewer asks.
“Of course. My other half, as I like to call her, we met at a coffee shop. I enter with uh my disguise you know? I’m a regular client at that coffee shop so I quickly got my order. I see her standing in line and woah, you ever read those cliche books of love at first sight? Yea I didn’t believe in that at first because cmon. But seriously, the moment I saw her, it was actually love at first sight. I asked her to sit with me to have a few chats, we clicked after a few conversations, she really captivated me.” Jack states shyly.
“I’ve never felt this way for anyone but her, I know the public perceives me as ‘ladies man’ and whatnot but, no woman came close to what I felt for my beloved. She’s the only person who saw me before the suit, when I’m with her I’m not a symbol, I’m…. Me” Jack confesses.
“That’s very beautiful Jack, you ever think of marrying her?” The interviewer asks.
“Dammit! Why’d you have to ask that on live television? Now I have to re-plan my surprise!” Jack exclaims grumbling.
|| I’ve seen that gamma jack doesn’t have many fics written of him so here we are!! ||
summary ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ what could be better than to have a flirtatious super who sees a damsel in distress?
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The bells rung from above you as you entered the grocery store. Smelling the freshly baked bread near the pastries section, you clutch your written list of necessities whilst the other pushes the cart.
Sighing. ‘Since when has cat food gotten expensive?’
“….anything for my precious cat” you say putting the canned item in your cart. Checking that off your list, you near the feminine area.
‘Tampons or pads?’ You ponder, balancing both items in your hands.
‘Why am I even holding tampons if I’m scared of them..’ Sweating at the thought, you place the item in your cart, checked it off and looked at the last item in your list.
“Let’s see… eggs, right eggs” pushing the cart near the refrigerators. You’re grabbing the carton of eggs not knowing the commotion outside. You reach for the eggs and set them in the cart. “Guess that’s it from the list”
Bells rang from the door, signaling someone coming in, threatening that is.
“LISTEN UP EVERYONE, DO WHAT I SAY AND YOU WONT SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES”
Turning around quickly, you see an intimidating masked man pointing his gun at the cashier.
“Seriously? A robbery now? Just my luck” you see the cashier attempting to open the register, it doesn’t open due to his shaken hands.
“Please, Don’t harm me, I can’t seem to open the cash register!” The cashier exclaimed in fear.
Seeing the situation, you attempt to leave the store. Unfortunately, you have to leave your cart.
‘Sorry precious’ you thought about your cat. 
Tippy toeing near the exit, you accidentally step on a dog toy.
Of course this happens.
Turning around slowly, you see the criminal grinning. “And where do you think you’re going?”
‘Crap! What do I do? I can’t make the run for it, he blocked it off!”
Looking around for an escape, he approaches you, grabbing your hair in a pile and pointing the gun at you.
“Agh!” Your arms reach where his hands were, trying to pry them off. “Take the money out now or this civilian dies!”
You shook in fear. Is this how i go? Knowing my cat is waiting for me, my family and friends…
While the criminal looks the other direction, you took a glance and see the cashiers shaking attempt on calling for help. You didn’t see whether he dialed or not because of the criminal shaking his hand with your hair.
“Stop! Please” you scream in pain.
“Seems like the cashier doesn’t want to give me my money, I’m going to kill you”
You looked at the cashier with desperation, eyes asking for help. You mouth him ‘please’
You prepare for the worst. “At least my friend will be going to my apartment later and take care of my cat” you mumble.
“Heh? What are you babbling about?”
Suddenly a loud thud was heard outside, heads turn to that direction and it’s the one and only…
Gamma Jack
Looking at him closely, you recognized him! You’ve only seen him on television when it was Supers Appreciation Day. Now you know why they called him Handsome Jack.
Focus!
“You picked the wrong target, now back off”
Gamma Jack hovers in front of the criminal and woman, fists clenched with a grim face.
“Pathetic. More of you supers, had to be you Gamma Jack”
He piles more of your hair and lifts you in the air. “Gamma, you wouldn’t want me to snap her neck would you?” He says wrapping his other arm around your neck.
“Harm her, and I’ll have you find out how much radiation it takes to stop a heartbeat”
“Try me”
“You asked for it”
Gamma Jack then starts to look focused, staring at the criminal intently.
‘What is he doing?!’ You think with widen eyes.
“Sorry that you’ll have to see this, darlin” he grins balling a green energy in his hand.
Light surged from his palm in a terrifying way, lighting up the whole store. He discharges a burst of radiation that completely disintegrated the criminal.
You cough. ‘What the hell just happened?!’
“You alright? Damn criminals these days” he huffs rolling his eyes.
You blink. Turning to where the criminal was, you saw dust.
“EH?!” You exclaim surprisingly.
“What?” He asks confused.
“You pulverized him!” Turning to him in a nervous manner.
“He had it coming, plus it’s not like I can help it since he was bound to die either way due to radiation” He says unbothered.
…
“You know for saving your life, I deserve you number no?”
You blink. Is this guy serious?
“Huh?! He was about to kill me and you want my number?” You call out.
“Correct and I saved your life. You’re a beautiful woman too so I couldn’t help myself but save a damsel in distress” he exclaims smiling.
You were dumbfounded.
“Look… I am deeply grateful you came and saved my life but I really need to get to my cat that’s waiting for me in my apartment” you say awkwardly.
“Perfect! I’ll take you, what’s better than a nice romantic stroll in the air?” He says flashing a smile.
…..
‘What is my life’
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Hope you guys enjoyed! I am really intrigued by his character. Although, due to his personality it was hard to write a fic that’s accurate and fits him you know? I would really appreciate feedback since I haven’t written for a while until now…. ՞߹ - ߹՞
I wrote this while half asleep… (sorry if it’s not good😭)
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