Gamma Jack

Gamma Jack could barely focus on the fight. Still, his eyes found yours. It wasn't that he stopped fighting, but for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.

There was something about your presence that unnerved him. When the fight was over and the dust settled, Jack moved through the wreckage and looked at you again. He didn't know what to say, or how to act. It was clear to him: you weren't just another pretty woman.

—Are you okay?— he asked, with a soft tone that he almost didn't recognize in himself, as if his voice was trembling a little.

—Yes… — you murmured, and your gaze held his for a few seconds, prolonging the moment until he felt vulnerable.

For the first time, the collateral damage of a fight wasn't just physical: it was personal too.

—They're looking for you— you said, pointing at Mr. Incredible and Gazerbeam, who were shouting his name.

—It's nothing… — he replied, turning around barely so as not to look at you —Important — he murmured disappointed to see that you had left.

I've never experienced anything like this before, because... Who dared to ignore it?