Yet another piece of my homework. I quite like how this one turned out so enjoy it!
"You shouldn't even be here; I don't want to burden you with my problems. It's not your job to handle this – not anymore." He sat on the couch, a glass of whiskey in one hand as he watched everything crumbling down on the news. It wasn't supposed to go this way, this reinforcement was supposed to help the world, not ruin it even more. And it ruined him as well. He was a freelance hero, people were supposed to admire him but instead all he received was hostility. Yet the others were on a disadvantage: he agreed to stop his work, only acting when he was needed, but the others decided against it. While he was supposed to deal with his problems on his own, there she was, hovering over him like a guardian angel and being strong for him where he couldn't be. "This could have never worked out easily and you know it; it's not like an exclusive party, you don't get to decide for other people. This time, we'll share the burden."