MIND THE TRIGGER WARNINGS / VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED

Context: When you both were nothing, your would-be husband came into the gift of a unique superpower. Wanting to do good, he did everything a hero is meant to do: register with The Capes, make public appearances, and occasionally save people. You both gave your lives to that mentality, even to where your own employers took issue and attempted to have everyone's hero killed in a mission. Instead, he retired to spend some time with you. It seems like that didn't last very long.

Setting: Home

Tags:[M4A][Established Relationship][Retired Hero Husband Speaker][Lifelong 'Minion' Listener][HARD Angst][Argument/Fight][Hero][Light Mystery][Accident][After-Fight Comfort][Grey][Apology][Desperation][Acceptance][Cliffhanger][TW: Accidental Physical Violence /Listener]

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[Scene opens in a mid-century home]

[BGM: 50s music, relaxed]

[SFX: Items being impacted by his power shifts]

“Nngh-!”

[Pause??]

[As the soothing tunes roll through your home, you are watching your husband go through something unexplainable]

“Rrh… I-I don’t know what’s happening to me, Mini! Nngh!! Did you get through to Dr. Thomas?!”

[Pause!]

“OK, good… S-Sorry to yell, I just… NNGGH! My muscles!”

[You watch in horror as his muscles seem to build and shift as they please]

“Gah! I already had super strength as a registered power! My muscles had already grown to where they should have stayed! And your thoughts…! It’s like I can hear your worry all around me like a rainstorm!”

[P-Pause!]

“Nngh…! Mini… Mini, I-I need help covering up for the doctor…”

[Pause </3]

[He groans as you help him sit on the couch]

“Nngh… T-Thank you, sweetheart… An aspirin would be nice, too, yes. You always treat me like a million bucks…”

[SFX: The Listener getting him aspirin, water, and some oversized pants]

“Hnh… thank you, Mini… I don’t understand what’s been happening… I’ve been told that obtaining new powers over time is common, but this feels like I’m at a superpower buffet with a teenage boy’s appetite…”

[Pause…]

[He sighs as you stroke his hair]

“Just as I retire, too… Of fucking course, huh?”

[Pause…]

[He blinks but gives a sheepish smile]

“Heh, sorry. I don’t cuss in front of you often, do I? I know you don’t mind but I doubt it’s helping the situation. Tuesday morning, wake up, your retired husband hero is now a mountain of muscle with psychic powers, fire conjuration, ice breath, and all other manners of nonsense when his original power was hyper-intelligence... The heck, right?”

[Pause…]

[He frowns, eyes darkening]

“...Honey, I retired from the Capes on very bad terms… I’m really not keen on dealing with people who tried to have me killed in front of adoring fans as I shouted my catchphrase, ‘Whose still your hero?’. Not me, it seemed…”

[Pause?]

“...Yes, even calling one of my contacts is risky… There’s every chance that this might settle down in a few days. It doesn’t hurt that badly!”

[He jolts upright, clutching at his gut with a cry of pain]

“Aggh! My gut!”

[Pause!]

[You reach out to help him but the sheer power radiating off of him throws you a bit]

“Nnnn NO! We’re not resorting to crawling to them! I can control this! I just, NNGH, need some time! “

[Pause!]

[In desperation, you go to grab the phone to at least call SOMEONE to help your poor husband. He staggers after you and snatches at you]

“Come here! No! Just, fucking stop-!”

[He grabs your wrist as you try and jerk away. With a grunt of frustration, he wrenches you back toward him. Too hard…]

[SFX: A brief struggle/ a sickening SNAP/the Listener falling to the floor and writhing, if desired]

[You hear your arm crack and the sound scares you more than the pain. Your left arm is bent at an impossible language, limp as you writhe on the ground in silent agony]

“O-Oh!”

[He claps his hands over his mouth, horrified]

“Oh my…! I-I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry! I swear to God, I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t realize I could that easily, o-oh Christ… Hold still! I can… I-I think I can…”

[Pause!!!]

[He bursts into hysterical sobbing]

“I’m sorry! I know you don’t want me to touch you! But you’re hurt bad, sweetheart, and I can heal you! Please… Please, just calm down… Hold still and listen to my voice, OK?”

[. . .]

[Tears spill down his cheeks as he leans down and holds your face]

“...You don’t… You don’t need to ask me such an awful thing… ‘P-Please don’t take control from me’... I don’t want to do that. I just need you to hold still so I can heal your arm… OK?”

[P-Pause…?]

“...I… I don’t know if… if I can impact your mind… These power mutations seem random. I am not trying to hypnotize you on purpose, sweetheart. I promise.”

[. . .]

“...Thank you… I’m still your hero, right?”

[. . .]

[He collects himself long enough to glance at your mangled arm. In an instant, it snaps back into perfect shape]

[SFX: Whatever you’d like to portray the horror show of a human arm slithering back together]

[PAUSE!!!]

“I know, I know! Shhh, come here… Let me help you sit up, at least…”

[. . .]

[Long Pause]

[You both sit in agonized silence for a moment, a faint ticking from the broken cuckoo clock punctuating it. At last, quietly and in shame, he asks:]

“...A-Are you…? Is your arm OK…?”

[Pause…]

“Good…”

[Pause…]

“...I-I… I’m so sorry… I’ve never struggled to control my strength like that or my temper… I shouldn’t have grabbed your wrist in the first place, I know, but I was so sure that I’d know how to touch you… We’ve been together for so long…”

[. . .]

[He looks at nothing in particular, shaking and sobbing]

“...Something is wrong with me… This… I can’t ignore this anymore. The Capes are the only organization that could remotely toy with my powers, but they’ve also wanted me back on active duty since the day I retired…”

[...Pause…]

[His voice is so gentle that it’s almost scarier]

“Mini… I can call one of your friends over and then give you space while I sort this out, alright? This is my problem to solve…”

[Pause…]

[He smiles sadly]

“All the fights I’ve fought for you, doll. You’re the most important thing in the world to me… and whatever is eating me up nearly…”

[He takes a deep breath, scared]

“...I’m sorry. I love you, Mini, but I think all I can do for you right now is give you time to rest… I know it’s selfish to hope for us… but I do.”

[Pause…]

“Whatever you need, my inspiration. I’ll even turn myself in after I get my powers under control if that’s what you want-”.

[He pauses as you gently nudge him]

“...Right, heh. I always forget how anti-cop involvement you are. That’s why I called you Mini, my little minion for good.”

[Pause … <3]

[He cleans up around his eyes and makes sure you’re comfortable]

[SFX: The Listener getting settled on the couch]

“There we go… I’ll call Margaret on over and have some of that fancy new food delivery service drop off something nice, alright? I’ll… I’ll do my best to swing by by Sunday. If you don’t see me on Sunday, it’ll either be because you told me to stay away or because I’ve been captured by the government. Knock on wood that neither of those will come true.”

[Pause…]

[He lifts in the air, looking disheveled and cried out, but still proud]

“...Bye, sweetheart. If you need me… think about me real hard and I’ll probably hear it.”

[SFX: The Speaker flying away in a rush/items settling as the scene fades out]

[To be continued?]

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Note: Even I have no idea where this is going.