Twas dusk, a dusk of heavy musk.

GayLight had been watching the news on Gay-O-Five, with his good buddy, ol' pal, Wolvergay when suddenly, they saw their very own definition of terror. It was a man, there was a man who was in appearance, or appeared to be, a discount version of Steve Rogers, Captain America.  And by 'discount version', I mean 'but gayer'.

They both looked at each other at the same time, at first it was just a nervous glance, second it was a terror filled gaze and third, it was a darkened expression of determination fuelled by  pure terror and rage. 

The pair decided it was best to alert and grab the rest of their crew, they had been interrupted just before the good part of the news; the weather forecast. And just before they were about to 'kiss the homies goodnight', as it were. Wearing socks and later vowing "no homo", of course, of course.