It was supposed to be a normal day, one without saving a dumb fucker but The Deep was promised a normal, boring run of the mill kind of public appearance. It was at Oceanland again and those fuckers wanted him more than ever after the dolphin situation. During the dolphin show, things went quiet and then half the audience fell, screaming in pain and the dolphin trainer was no different. He collapsed in the tank, drowning as he tried to scream underwater but nothing could be heard. “Hey buddy what’s going on?” He asked one of the dolphins. Apparently the dolphin had no idea but was terrified he would be blamed. The Deep patted his head, calmed the mammal down and dived in after the trainer. He brought him to the surface and brought him back round from unconsiousness. “This isn’t natural.” He told his camera crew. “Whatever the fuck this is, it’s not a supe.” All around him people were screaming in pain and something on that level could only be mutant related.
Pyro had been in the crowd primarily to report on The Deep’s public appearance, but in all honesty he was beginning to grow more and more curious about who these Supes actually were. Every single time he watched someone fawn over them or turn a blind eye just because they were famous, Pyro could feel the rage burning up inside him. Over the years since Thanos’ attack, he hadn’t really had much to be mad about. The existence of aliens had really curbed his hatred of humans. During the Snap, species didn’t seem to matter. Everyone was suffering, everyone had to rebuild, and Pyro... was lost. As he stood there now, glaring up at The Deep, he almost felt like his old self; ready to tear apart the world all so no one could make him feel less than ever again. But that anger was swiftly replaced as a searing pain shot through his head. Pyro clutched his head, half pulling at his hair as his own curse words were drowned out by the screaming of the crowd. “Are you fucking kidding me!?” He wasn’t sure if he had been directing that towards The Deep, but that’s where his eyes landed now as he fought to focus through the pain. “Not a Supe, huh? God forbid you lot are ever accused of anything that can’t be printed on a cereal box.”
