Not Only Behind the Mask

Two

Mark sat up with a start, wincing at the ache that went through his abdomen. He looked around, clearly confused. He scanned the room and saw the other hero and another male. The memories of before came flooding back into his mind, and his hand flew up to his face to see if is mask was there. He immediately covered his face when he realized it wasn't.

"D-Don't look!" he exclaimed pointlessly, knowing that he had already seen him. And he still didn't know who the other hero was.

Gray chuckled lightly, "I already saw your face," He said, still having his mask on.

"Um, I think he meant we already saw your face." Bradley commented, rolling his eyes as he went back to watching a live Fortnite game on his computer.

"Turn that off; Fortnite is dead." Gray rolled his eyes.

"Shut it before I reveal your identity, dick-head." Bradley quickly fired, Gray huffing and rolling his eyes before looking back over at Mark.

He looks familiar, Gray thought

~Flash Back brought to you by: Wade Wilson and his fucking chimichangas~

"Hey, cafe boy." Gray spoke. Though he knew Mark's name since he was smart enough to, this time, look at his name tag, he still stuck to the nickname.

"Oh, hey caramel kid. What do you want, the normal?" Mark spoke, earning a nod.

~Present Time~

Gray fought back any words at the memory, deciding to change subjects, "Where do you live so I can take you there?" He asked.

"Why should I tell you? You already know enough about me..." Mark muttered the last part, looking away.

"If you tell me where we are, I can walk myself home." Mark said, starting to stand up, only wincing slightly. He then held a hand out

"give me my mask." Mark said flatly. He looked around the room to figure out where it was in case the other man wouldn't give it to him.

"Well, you're injured; not like I'll embarrass you and give you a kiss on the cheek before you walk in." Gray responded, "And you trust me, do you not?" He raised an eyebrow, grabbing Mark's mask from a nearby table and crossed his arms.

"I trusted you." Mark said, putting an emphasis on the past tense. He was mad, he wouldn't lie.

"You took of my mask without my say. It's not okay. It took me so long to trust you, and you fucking find out who I am. So now I'm not sure about how I feel." Mark said angrily, pushing back the tears threatening to fall.

"So just fucking let me leave so I can go home." The male said, closing his eyes with a deep sigh, trying not to punch him.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just.." Gray mumbled, sighing softly and handing him his mask, biting his lip since he felt horrible; he easily got guilty, not when it comes to crime, but when it comes to friends.

He snatched the mask out of his hands, quickly putting it on.

He then said, "Where is the door?" His eyes scanning the room. He looked up at the ceiling, and then to the corners of the rooms, looking for shadows. There were none, surprisingly. It was well lit.

"Over there," Bradley spoke, pointing to the door, "The exit is down the stairs, to the right."

Mark stormed out the door and slipped

through the shadows, looking at the buildings to navigate. He was then to the familiar alley behind his apartment.

He slipped up the fire escape, and in through the window. He walked into his room and slammed the door shut.