Marc. @EntityOfMight

"I intend on doing so, ordered an apple pie for myself." [@StingingAvenger]

"Truck driver, just taking a little break, eat some and rest some. What about you?" [@StingingAvenger]

His extended thumb points out to the larger delivery trucked parked, a small smirk forming on his lips. — [@StingingAvenger]

The Titan takes her smaller hand in his, a small shake. "Janet, that's a nice name." [@StingingAvenger]

Turns to the woman, smile still upon his face. "My name is Marcus by the way, but you can call me Marc." [@StingingAvenger]

The corners of his lips pulled to a smile, a small scoff of a laugh passing through. "No, we gotta love them." He now — [@StingingAvenger]

"Continue down a path most people cannot follow." His head shook. [@StingingAvenger]

Was so much to say; but so little words to use. "They're a mess." He put, gently. "They have inner struggles, and — [@StingingAvenger]

Some up what they had done in the past days. Beheaded The King of Atlantis, traveled to Weird World, and fought The — [@StingingAvenger]

"Them?" Oh, she was referring to the team, Squadron Supreme; or that's what they called themselves. How could he — [@StingingAvenger]

Within and handing it to @StingingAvenger. "You do crosswords often?"

Super team; his team. "Uh, yes, you may." He folds a couple papers back, taking the crossword page from — [@StingingAvenger]

He hears the words of @StingingAvenger, which startle him at first, as he was invested in reading the article on a certain —

|| Give me Squadron Supreme characters.

His blue cap just inches from his plate, grabbing today's newspaper and beginning his read. [@StingingAvenger]

Marcus Milton the truck driver was, and that's all he could ask for. Once ordering his new found favorite dish, The Apple Pie. He placed —

These people for his entire life. It made him feel whole, welcomed. They didn't know Hyperion was sitting just beside them, they knew —

This part of being 'human'. Sitting amongst others a sharing stories of the road, stories of laughs and cheers; as if he knew —

Somewhere in Nevada— Marcus sits at the bar of a small town diner, making a pit stop before hitting the road again. He liked this, —