Ask anyone in the hero community, and they'll tell you that the most stressful part of an all-hands-on-deck, apocalyptic, world-ending-threat mission (apart from the whole, you know, near-annihilation thing) is the aftermath. Every hero, anti-hero, vigilante, and ally holds their breath in the days and weeks afterward for one simple reason:
These kinds of missions really have a way of putting your love life into perspective.
Any love letters, engagement rings, or divorce papers hidden away in sock drawers or under mattresses are inevitably fished out. Will-they-won't-theys finally become they will or they won't. Closets open, doors close. Couples break up and come together and invite new people in. Vegas floods with brides and grooms-to-be, and more than a few condoms are left unused in dresser drawers.
It's chaos. Joyous and devastating - and absolutely terrifying - chaos.
And the worst part is, nobody knows who'll be affected (but everybody likes to guess).
