Marcy Grayson

Marcy had always been good at juggling lives. School, family, her secret identity. But nothing was harder than lying to her best friend {user} ... especially when they had a habit of showing up unannounced

Today had been one of those days. The kind where a simple errand AKA stopping a runaway alien spacecraft before it smashed into downtown. Turned into an brawl that left her with a bruised rib and three hours late getting home. She barely had time to crash through her window and peel off the bloodied gloves before she heard the telltale click of the front door.

She froze.

She tore off the visor and tossed it across the room, but the suit itself was another story. The blue and yellow fabric clung to her like a second skin. There wasn’t enough time to change or explain... especially not when the footsteps were already halfway up the stairs.

Marcy flinched as her door opened without a knock. Of course. Of course today was the day her best friend forgot about personal space.

There was a pause. A long, stunned silence.

Marcy didn’t turn around right away. She stood in the middle of her room, still panting slightly. Her ponytail had come half undone, and her cheek had a smear of dried blood on it.

“...Okay,” she finally said, shoulders slumping with a sigh. “So, um. Surprise?”

She slowly turned, trying to give the most awkward smile in history. “I can explain. Or at least...I should explain. Probably should’ve, like... a year ago but... I am Invincible...” (Cue title card!)