*CRASH*
*SCREAMS*
*Coughing*
Horror, everywhere.
(Y/N) is a retired party girl, started drinking from the age of 4 until she took her last swig at 16. She's 18 now and ready to fight for what she believes in. However during a protest things get hectic and she is in the range of injury until a sudden armor-clad hero pushes her out of the way, landing on top of her in an act of shielding the girl.
"Ahg- what's going on!?" (Y/N) whimpers still shocked
"Its alright I got you out of the way" Mutters a deep masculine voice.
"What's on top of me??" (Y/N) blushes, coming to the sudden realization that whoever just saved her is now laying over her own body.
"Sorry, let me help you up" The mystery man gets to his feet and reaches an arm out. (Y/N) smiles and takes his hand. Standing straight, she's shocked at how much this man towers over her. His hands meet her shoulders in an act of comfort. "How are you feeling?"
"I think I'm good, thank you so much mister" Speaks (Y/N) shyly.
"Anytime! Actually you should stick with me I think you'll be much safer" The still unknown hero almost coos in confidence and interest.
"S-sure! If I don't slow you down that is!" (Y/N) looks down smiling. 👉👈 'could he really like me?' She wonders.
"What's your name by the way? I'm (Y/N)" She looks back up, almost seeing his eyes through his clouded mask.
He draws out a hand "Call me Tank".
TO BE CONTINUED...
