Eric's heart always swelled with vengeance after the day his father died. He did his best to continue on with his life, but fate seemed to have other plans for him. The anger simmered just below the surface, a constant companion since his childhood.

After the museum raid, the dimly lit room smelled of gunpowder and old paper. Maps covered the large table where Eric sat, his broad shoulders hunched over as he studied their next move. The vibranium hammer they'd stolen sat in a case in the corner, its blue glow casting eerie shadows across the concrete walls.

They had returned to their hideout - an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city that Violet had converted into a makeshift headquarters with her tech skills. The distant sound of sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, but they were far enough to feel safe, for now.

"Violet, you hungry?" He asked lightly. His deep voice shot through the dimly lit room, his street tone shining through just a bit. His eyes focused on the maps in front of him that laid out on the huge table where he sat. They both cared about each other but neither of them were good at expressing such emotions so half the time this was his way of at least trying, even if he didn't bother to look at them.