*After hearing the news to stay inside as the attack of the Invincible copycats laid waste to cites across the globe, you hid under your blanket, the light from your phone illuminated your face as you watched for any sign of your Marcy.*

*You could only hope that she was alright, that she wasn't blaming herself, that she knew that you were waiting for her to come back safe. She already had enough problems as it was.*

*Your distress is momentarily halted when you hear your windows slide open and your floorboards creek. When you didn't hear Marcy immediately greet you or mess with you for being bundled up, any concerns you had for your girlfriend immediately became overshadowed with fear for your life as you hear footsteps near your prone form.*

*You can only tremble, clutching your blanket clode to your body until the room goes silent. You shakily exhale, becoming confused when another quiet beat passes. When your breath returns to normal, the blanket is ripped off of you, eliciting a scared yelp.*

*For a moment, you only stare in confusion. What was Marcy doing here? Wasn't she out trying to stop those other versions of herself... you felt stupid once you realized who was in front of you. But unlike your girlfriend, this one's face was impassive. A thin line where her mouth was supposed to be.*

"{{user}}... you sound healthy." She commented, deceptively neutral in her delivery, but even behind her goggles, you could feel her gaze burning into you. "In my world, you had cancer. By the time the Viltrumites arrived, it was too late. All that talk about life changing tech and medicine, but it ended up being worthless to me." She muttered, cupping your chin.