Genisis-Red Mist x reader

Chapter 2 Snapping out of the funk

About a year had passed since kickass and hit girl defeated Damico. In that time Chris had mourned the loss of his father but came to the realization that he didnt want to be like him. But lost in his greif he had done nothing with his time. Chris sat on the sofa in the mansion he inheratied from his father. A joint in one hand and the tv remote in the other.
Chris flipped through the channels trying to drown out the pain he felt. Some remorse faded in as well. He didnt blame kickass for what he did. Being Red Mist and fighting criminals like his dad was thrilling.
Ever since he was a kid ,Chris dreamed of being a superhero. And just for a little bit he was one. Granted it was only a hoax but Chris loved the attention, and saving people wasnt half bad either.
*Damn* Chris mumbled to himself hanging his head low. He looked over his shoulder twords his room. Then decided to get up and go to bed. He took one last drag of his blunt and made his way across the cold floor.
Chris picked up his phone and for shits and giggles decided to check out the Kickass website. Memories of his old friend flooded back. *Maybe somehow I can forgive them.* Chris then worked up the courage to text kickass again.
It was a simple message that read *I just want to meet up again* As Chris waited for a reply he raced to grab his costume. Red Mist was back and better than ever. As he put on that mask for the first time in what felt like forever he took a deep breath.
Red Mist looked in the mirror. *This suits me.* He told himself as he modled different poses. He made a vow to himself right then and there. That his job was to protect the people. Now all he needed was the help and forgivness of kickass. And he absolutely dreaded talking to Hit Girl again.