a wip for my rexmark fic im working on
Mark grunted as he held up the crumbling half of a tall apartment complex, his hands bleeding and throbbing with a terrible pain.
"You can't save it Mark. Let it go-"
"I got it Cecil! I- ... got it-" the heel of his palm slipped, scraping off the concrete and he held it up with his forearm instead.
"You're not your father. If you let go you won't kill those people-"
"Cecil I said- shit shit!" he let out a yell as he pushed up the building with as much strength as he could muster.
"Drop the building. That's an order!"
"I can't! You know I can't!"
"Drop the goddamn building Mark!" And for some reason, whatever reason, he did.
It came tumbling down and Mark flew to the ground. He grabbed as many people as he could and moved them out of the way.
A large pink wall flew under the building before it hit the ground, he looked in the direction it came from and sighed with relief.
"Get them out of here! I can handle it!" Eve shouted to him, letting out quick strained grunts.
Rex stood not too far away, watching the building collapse and didn't move. No matter how many people ran past him or bumped into him he didn't move. The blood of innocent civilians dripped off his face as he watched his apartment crumble, the only thing keeping it from being completely destroyed was Eve's pink support that was bound to break any second now, it was already cracking.
Mark ran to grab him but halted. "Rex what are you doing? I- I thought you were on enemy control?" Mark panted, his body trying to work against him.
"That's my fucking house, dipshit!" he yelled at no one in particular. His fists shaking with adrenaline, an awkward lump grew in his throat as tears poked at his eyes.
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"I get it man, it's fine, seriously, just stop apologizing" Rex said as they walked back into the main room of the Guardians HQ. He took off his mask and threw his glasses -- well what's left of them anyways -- to the side and sighed as he sat on the floor, meeting everyone else. "Shit happens it's.." he sighed and lied on his back, stretching his arms out in either side of him and let out a quiet 'oof' sound as he hit the ground.
"I- I can let you stay with me? My mom wouldn't mind and we can share my room" Mark fumbled with his hands nervously "Or I can just sleep on the couch since ya'know-"
"Yes Mark. I do, in fact, know. That doesn't sound like a bad idea though.." he sat up, leaning on his hands behind him. "Yeah sure, fuck it. I got no where else to be" he shrugged and stood up, pushing Mark through the doors.
Mark set Rex down gently infront of his door "Now, all I asked is that you don't show Oliver your powers, please"
He opened up his front door, letting Rex inside first.
"Mom! I'm ba-"
"Mark!" Oliver flew from the backyard straight into his brothers arms. "We saw you in the news! I wanted to go over and help but mom told me to stay" he pulled away with a pout and crossed his arms.
"It's for the best Oliver. A lot of people lost their lives today, it was really scary" he patted him on the shoulder "Maybe next time, okay?"
Rex began wondering around halting for a second before taking off his shoes by the front door -- it's what the new Rex would do! -- and continued to wander.
"Are you a superhero too?" Oliver asked in awe, staring up at Rex.
"Hell yeah I am kid!" he went to go reach for something not that meaningful. A small pebble or a leaf from on of the fake plants maybe but stopped himself and looked at Mark who was busy talking to his mom. He bit the inside of his lip and thought to himself for a moment.
He instead snapped his fingers and a spark of a hot electricity traveled through his hands, Oliver gasped and grabbed his hand.
"Woah! So do you have like electricity powers or something? That's so cool!" Oliver kept asking questions but instantly continued rambling on about how "Viltrumites don't get electricity!" or "So can you give yourself rocket boosters?" and went on and on about how he wished he could rocket boosters.
"Oliver, let's give out guest some space for a moment. He's had a stressful day" Debbie interjected. Rex didn't mind his excited ramblings though.
"Mark told me about what happened, how are you holding up?" she asked as she brought him to the kitchen, pouring him a glass of water.
He was taken a bit back by her kindness and didn't know how to respond.
"I- well I guess i've been pretty shi- crummy-" he laughed nervously, trying to mind his manners.
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