The rest of the night passed blissfully. Onyx turned on Iron Man and the two of us cuddled together in my bed. My head rest against his chest, and every time I thought of a new question to ask him I would jump up with eager eyes. And while he did shoot a few of them down, like when I tried asking about his other classes at school or for more hints about his identity, he did answer some of my questions about how he became Onyx.
“Wait, so you were only 14 when you became Onyx?”I asked him as I did the math in my head, having just learned that Onyx had been around for nearly 3 years now. He nodded his head at me.
“I was almost 15, started out with some minor stuff and worked my way up,”
“Superheroes have been around forever though, do you know the others?” I thought back to the stories my
