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Rocket Raccoon X reader
Hey everyone, I present to you a fic of the greatest marvel character ever, Vol 3 is my top movie of this year. Rocket means so so much to me. so without further delay, let's get into it. Word count:1K
It was hard. To put it into context, you were kidnapped from Earth when you were only 5. Sold onto the black market and forced into slavery. You were abused, manipulated and toyed with for 16 years. 16 flarking years !!!!.
By this point you've had enough, you planned a huge escape and barely managed to. Crashing onto a head called Knowhere. But you didn't care, you were free. Free from it all. But right now you need to survive, taking in odd bounty-hunting jobs no matter how small or large the unit amount was. You needed food and shelter. Sometimes it led to unconventional methods, you robbed people of their units, but this time you took it a tad bit too far, and it led to an assault with a nova corps officer off duty. The next minute you were held down as they cuffed you and transferred you to the Kyln prison. After being sanitized and changed into your prison attire, you were tossed into your cell.
"Hey easy pal !!"
"Shut up"
The guard locked the door and left, this couldn't get any worse.
"What are ya in for ??" A voice spoke up, you turned to find not any human or alien. It was... a raccoon. A talking raccoon who could stand on his two legs.
"What in the..."
"I ain't askin' again humie"
"Assault and battery."
This talking raccoon snorted. "That ain't even worse than what I've done."
You got up and laid down on your bed, Freaking uncomfortable.
"Got a name kid ??"
"Why do you wanna know ??"
The raccoon rolled his eyes. "It's what you humie's call lightening the mood."
"Humie ??"
"Just some nickname I give, now do you got a name or otherwise I'm just gonna call ya humie"
"Fine fine... Y/n. You ??"
"Name's Rocket, Now here's how It's gonna work out. You don/t get on my bad side and we'll be good, got that"
Y/n rolled their eyes and rolled over to the wall of their bed. "Fine by me"
Over time you noticed that the other prisoners weren't too kind too to Rocket. It made you a bit sad for him.
"Hey, freak how's it going ??" One said to him.
"Better now that I'm with your wife" Rocket looked up and smirked.
"Watch It rodent, or you'll get it" He kicked him, making Rocket fall to the ground. His tray filled with food now on his shirt.
"Flark nut !!!"
This agitated the prisoner and he stomped towards him ready for a fight. But he then felt a sharp pain in the jaw, from being punched by you.
"Leave him alone !!!"
The prisoner's friend lifted you off your feet by the collar of your shirt.
"Your gonna get it now..."
But then the guard broke up the fight and got you and Rocket away from them.
"You... You helped me ??"
"Yeah, I... I have a thing against jerks like that..."
Rocket couldn't help but feel somewhat grateful for how you helped him. His whole life no one helped him, he was always on his own. But then here you are.
"Hey kid, how bout you say we get outta here ??"
"How this is the most secure prison"
Rocket scoffed. "I've escaped 30 prisons before, this one is gonna be no different. But I will need your help, If we work together we can both get out ok ??"
"Ok... what's the plan Rocket ??"
"We wait until dinner time and I'll tell you then"
So a few hours later, Dinner time and everyone was gathering for their meals, You and Rocket got your food and sat at a separate table away from everyone.
"Ok, you see that dude with the keycard ??"
Y/n turned around gently to avoid suspicion and found a guard with a prison key card.
"I need you to get that key card and bring it back and I'll cause us a distraction."
You nod and got up, walking over to the guard. Without raising suspicion, you pick-pocketed the key card without getting the guard's or the prisoner's attention. You placed the key card into your pocket quickly and went back to Rocket.
"Got it, what next ??"
Rocket then looked around and then began his distraction, scooping up some food onto his spoon and accurately flinged it at a prisoner and watched the entire thing unfold.
"Now, let's go while the guards are distracted."
The two then snuck away from the fight and then found their belongings.
"Surprisingly they aren't that good" Rocket chuckled and gathered his belongings.
"You telling me" Y/n quickly changed out of their prison attire and the two then went to find a getaway ship. But as they did, the alarm went off.
"Me and my big flarking mouth"
"Return to your cells immediately or we will use lethal force" The guard yelled at them.
'Run !!!" Y/n shouted as the two ran to find a ship, avoiding the flying bullets. Rocket was running slightly faster as he was running on all four's.
"Over there !!" Rocket found a ship and then began to hack into the door. but as y/n caught up to his, they felt a graze on their leg. One of the bullets grazed their thigh and began to bleed, You started to limp quickly as Rocket got the door open.
"Come on, come on, get on humie !!"
The two then managed to get onto the ship and started it up, jumping far away from the prison, into a part of the galaxy away from them.
You started to smile as you cheered on.
"We did it !!!"
"Hehe, hell yeah we did kid !!"
Y/n kept cheering but felt the sting of the graze. "Ow ow"
"Hang on I'll be right back"
Rocket then went around the ship and found a med pad and strapped it onto your thigh, activating it. You felt a slight pain as he then took it off, your wound gone.
"The galaxy keeps just surprising me"
"Guess so, look y/n.. your a good kid... and I uhhh.." He scratched behind his neck "I was wondering.. if you uhh... want to stick together ??"
You looked at him for a little bit before smiling and nodding. and with that, an epic friendship was created.
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#platonic#rocket raccoon#rocket raccoon imagine#rocket raccoon x reader#gotg vol 3#gotg#rocket gotg#reader insert
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Bring me to the edge
Yelena Belova x Male Reader
Request - yelena x Male Reader story about them celebrating with the avengers everyone's happy and alive so everyone just decides to party for no reason and became absolutely wasted and the next day R wakes up next to yelena and notice they have engagement rings on then they go outside everyone's waking up and they see Steve shirtless with the words America's Ass on his back and an arrow pointing down in sharpie bucky without his metal arm nat asleep on the table Clint in the vents.
Peter Quill and his friends arrived at the party, at Tony’s condo. Tony just thought to throw a party because he was bored and forced everyone to come.
“In the galaxy, this is the strongest alcohol,” Peter Q said.
“I don't believe you,” You said
“Try it or are you scared,” Drax said.
“I’m not scared!” You said.
“Drink it,” Tony and Yelena said at the same time.
“Fine,” You said.
Peter Q pours the liquor into a small cup. The liquor is blue and it's glowing, then you quickly drink it.
“How was it?” Clint asked.
“Wow! That is the strongest liquor ever, but it tastes really good” You said.
“Who wants to try!?” Peter Q yelled then smiled.
Now everyone starts to drink, but Peter Q did bring a lot of space liquor to the party. Everyone is feeling in a good mood, and you are smiling even more. The space liquor is making everyone drunk already, even Yelena is cheerful. You start to flirt with her and tell her horrible pickup lines, but she likes it.
“You know what goes together?” You asked.
“What?” Yelena said.
“You, me… and umm, and a kiss” You smiled.
You and Yelena just laughed and she touches your arm.
Everyone is super drunk and keep drinking the space liquor. Natasha is super cheerful and she has her arm around Tony’s shoulder. Steve, Bucky, and Clint accidentally broke a few things. Peter Q and you start to have a dance battle, Yelena cheers for you.
Then you gave a high five to Mantis, but you two kept missing. But on the tenth try, you two got it right. Mantis and Yelena tried to play pool but they kept missing hitting the ball then they laughed. Somehow, Yelena got Peter Q’s mask and she pretends to be him. Somehow Peter Q is shirtless then Thor takes off his shirt to show off that, he has better abs than him. Thor and Peter Q made you, Tony, and Mantis pick but then you three got distracted.
You grabbed a wedding ring from Tony’s bedroom, then you run to Yelena. He was going to use that to ask Pepper to marry him.
“Marry me, bitch” You smiled.
“Da!” Yelena smiled.
“What?” You asked.
“I said, yes you идиот” Yelena giggled.
Yelena called you an ‘idiot’ You put the ring on her finger.
“Don't tell Y/N he wanted to make the proposal romantic" You said.
“I won't tell him next year” Yelena giggled.
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The Next Day… you are on the floor sleeping and Yelena is on the couch, but her hand is on your face. You start to wake up and you moved her hand away.
“What the fuck” You whined.
You start to wake up Yelena.
“Mhmm, what… what” Yelena mumbled.
“My head is killing me,” You said.
“Did you hit me in the head? Why do I feel like shit” Yelena said.
You and Yelena stand up, trying to remember what happened last night. Tony’s condo is a huge mess and it smells so bad. You and Yelena walked to the balcony and you two are very speechless.
“What the hell happened?” Yelena asked.
Bucky is missing his metal arm, Steve is shirtless with the words America's Ass on his back and an arrow pointing down in Sharpie, but Tony, Peter Q, and Thor are in their boxers. Then You and Yelena go inside to look for the others. You noticed Clint in the vents because you see his boots, Natasha has a Sharpie mustache on her face and Rocket is sleeping next to Bucky’s metal Arm…
Now everyone is starting to wake up, they all feel like crap. Nobody remembers what happened or what they did.
“I have cameras everywhere, we can watch it and see what happened,” Tony said.
“Let's watch it because there are a lot of questions and no answers,” You said.
“Y/n is right,” Clint said.
He jumps down from the vents. Everyone sat down on the couch in the living room, everyone looks like horrible and they smell bad. Tony has a huge tv screen on the wall by the fireplace, he starts to look for last night's footage…
“Can you check who wrote on my helmet?” Peter Q asked.
“What did they do?” You asked.
“Someone drew a penis on my helmet. Was it you?” Peter Q said.
“I don't think so,” You said.
“It was you,” Peter Q said.
“Will, you two shut up. We will find out in a little bit and Y/n stop drawing on stuff” Tony said.
“It wasn't me!” You said
Tony pressed play and everyone watch what happened… Scott was making the food huge with the Pym particles, and Rocket and Yelena were the ones drawing on Peter’s helmet. Steve And Sam took Bucky’s metal arm, Sam wrote on Steve’s ass, you and Mantis tried to high-five each other many times, Tony got naked so did Thor then Clint and Drax got into the vents for some reason…
“Wait! Go back to Y/n!” Natasha yelled.
“Oh my god!” Tony said.
“What?” Yelena asked.
“No way! You and Y/n got married!!” Scott yelled in shock.
“What?… no,” You said in disbelief.
Tony zoomed on your hand and Yelena’s hand, you two have the wedding rings on.
“Wait, how did we get a priest?” You asked.
“I can't believe we got married and we didn't remember,” Yelena said.
“Looks like, we went to city hall and you got married,” Tony said.
“Scott was recording,” Clint said.
Scott checks his phone then Tony puts it on the big screen.
“Y/n, you are going to be a married man!” Scott cheered.
“This is so awesome!” You yelled.
On the marriage license, everyone wrote their name on the part it says ‘witness’
“I didn't expect Yelena to get married,” Natasha said.
“Me too,” Yelena said.
Yelena runs to the kitchen and throws up in the trash can. You are speechless and keep staring at the screen then you ran to the bathroom to throw up.
✫ ✯ ✬ ✫
You and Yelena didn't get a divorce. You and Yelena didn't tell the others what will be the next step.
But Yelena has been avoiding you and you are not sure why. You try to talk with her but she just avoids you and walks away. You are clueless about what to do or what to say.
You and Yelena went on a mission with the Avengers. You and Yelena are in the woods, walking and trying to find Hydra's lair. Your foot got in the trap, now you are upside down.
“Y/n?” Yelena said.
“I didn't notice that the trap,” You said.
Your body is moving back and forth. She placed her hands on your torso to stop your body moving.
“Y/n, this isn't like you,” Yelena said.
“Well, I have a lot on my mind Yelena Belova,” You said.
“What are you mad about?” Yelena asked.
“You have been avoiding me since we got drunk and married. But it seems you want the divorce” You said.
“Oh, Y/n,” Yelena said.
“Just say it,” You said.
“You are a handsome idiot. Y/n, I have never been married and this is different for me and… I like you” Yelena said.
“Woah, you do? This is new to me also. I want to be married to you. I pictured so many times I would ask you to be my girlfriend and then my wife. But that changed” You said.
Yelena put her hand on your face and kissed you on the lips.
“You are my husband, Y/n,” Yelena said.
You are smiling and your vision is a little blurry.
“Awesome” You smiled.
She used her dagger to cut the rope and you fell to the ground. Yelena helped you stand up and she pulled you closer to her, her arms around your body.
“Blurry vision,” You said.
She doesn't let go of you then she starts to kiss you.
#yelena belova x reader#Yelena Belova x male reader#yelena belova fluff#yelena belova imagine#x male reader#male!reader#male reader#yelena belova x you
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Favorite's meme!
I've been tagged by @cynic-view-ahead and so I must!!
I am really bad at picking favorites so the addendum to all of this is that these are my favorites as of right now, all time favorites is a whole different ball game.
Favorite painter: I actually don't know many painters by name, but I do really like Jane Wilson. Her impressionist landscapes are so beautiful, atmospheric, airy, sometimes haunting. But also, I love that she is an American woman doing big landscapes because the wall-sized landscape paintings in the US have always been dominated by men and she subverts that.
Favorite poet/writer: This is such a big question but I'm just going to say Tamsyn Muir and be done with it. I love The Locked Tomb Series! If I was going to try and describe the series I would say... a murder mystery in a post-apocalyptic society involving swashbuckling Necromancer lesbians... in space.
Favorite band: Hmmm, even just narrowing this one to right now only is hard! I've been listening to The Last Dinner Party, Mother Mother, and Cavetown on repeat lately. I am seeing Cold War Kids on Wednesday and The Rocket Summer (I went SUPER HARD for this band in high school) on the 17th. ABBA and Death Cab for Cutie are on permanent rotation!!
Bonus: A fictional band that will be featured in an upcoming chapter of Chaos Theory - Wimbly Donner and the Soldiers. There's three sentences about this band in my fic and I have two pages of headcanon about them.
Favorite meal & drink: I am very mood/situation dependent on my food choices. I am not picky in the sense that there's food I won't eat, but the vibe has to right for every meal. There is only one thing I can eat under any circumstance or time of day and back-to-back and that is a huge bowl of popcorn. Specifically, popcorn stovetop-popped using canola oil and white kernels. I top it only with salt. It was the first thing I could cook for myself and the only thing I could have for dinner for a while so my brain has just adapted to crave it 24/7. I like it warm, burnt, even stale. My favorite drink to pair it with is a smooth iced Americano. That sounds weird but the bitterness of the coffee highlights the sweet and saltiness of the popcorn!
Favorite outfit aesthetic/style: My favorite outfit is my causal Squall outfit (the Squoutfit)! But my style usually consists of bright colors, sequins/shiny things (Cher-core), busy patterns, and tons of accessories. I like playing with layering and trying to make myself look taller. I am a bigger person who is not always on good terms with my body but ironically I really like wearing crop tops. I just can't expose my biceps.
Favorite singer: Today it is Xana. I am OBSESSED with the song "Better Kind of Best Friend." Normally I do not listen to songs on a constant repeat but I'm probably pushing on listening to this one 30 times in the last 12 hours.
Favorite item you own: You mean other than my copy of Final Fantasy VIII? Hmm, it's a tough one. I just got a hot dog bookmark. And someone else gave me a glasses-cleaning cloth that looks like a hot dog. And then there is my hot dog sculpture. Probably one of those perfectly normal things to own.
Favorite perfume: I don't really do perfume these days because my husband is allergic but I have this mint and cinnamon soap that I absolutely adore. When it comes to fragrances, I generally like notes of lemon balm, flowers, cedar wood, rosemary, or vanilla, but I am very picky about how these scents are presented.
Tagging people I didn't get in my other tag game this evening: @gardengalwrites @redfoxline @sevlinop @thewillroar @mathiwrites
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Danger Force Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1
Episode 7: Return Of The Kid
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The kids had never seen her move so quick.
Seriously, (y/n) was like a cheetah. Or whippet. Or rocket. Or anything else that could cross the Man's Nest floor in the blink of an eye, becoming nothing but a blur as she flung herself at Henry Hart.
The Henry Hart. In the flesh. All fuzzy-haired, slightly scruffy, and lanky, but he was there. He was real--for the first time in weeks. And she squealed right in his ear as she pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.
The poor kid barely had time to react before his arms were pinned and chest crushed, laughing breathlessly as she squeezed his torso. Was it her, or had he gotten taller? Perhaps it was her imagination, but she barely peaked above his shoulders, and he felt skinnier, too.
Remind her to cook him something good, however long he stayed.
But, to Henry's happiness and possible regret, she wasn't the only one who wanted to latch on and never let go. Ray lumbered up behind his sweet girl, throwing those humongous tree trunks around her and his old friend to pull both of them against him.
Okay, now, neither of them could breathe, not that (y/n) cared. Oxygen meant nothing when she had her doofus and her precious baby under one roof. Nothing could ruin her mood, laughing and holding them without ever wanting to leave their little human sandwich. How sweet.
"My baby!" She cried, reaching up to stroke Henry's cheek as Ray rocked them back and forth. Maybe it was a bit of an overreaction, but they missed him. At least he'd come home in one piece.
"Ah, welcome back, buddy!" Ray sighed, too, thinking a hug had never felt so good as the boy patted his old boss awkwardly on the back. It was getting harder to breathe.
"Yeah..." he replied tightly, returning the pets to (y/n) 's head, who at least had stopped deafening him with her screeching. "Kinda tight there, guys..."
"Oh, Hen, we've missed you so much!" The heroine said with a beaming grin, pulling back to cup his cheek, studying his face. Despite his boyish smile, He looked more gaunt and drawn around his cheeks. "You look like you need some cookies! And pie! You said you wanted pie!"
"That was, like, two months ago, (y/n/n)--and oh, I think I heard a rib crack..." the boy groaned when Ray squeezed them again, ignorant of his heroic strength as he nuzzled past her hair to rest his forehead against him. Seriously...five years of friendship, and he'd never been this touchy.
"Oh, my baby..." But at least she was as thoughtful as ever, pulling back to give him a little space, slipping out from between them. Finally, he could breathe a little, flashing his not-sister a thankful smile, only for Ray to close the gap.
While (y/n) merely stood back and sighed at the image he made as one would admire a beautiful, majestic painting, the man refused to let go, hugging him even harder now that he didn't have to worry about smothering his sweet girl. By God, he'd missed this kid...
"It's gonna be more than one by the time I'm done with you!"
"Doofus, remember what we said about personal space?" (y/n) winced when her husband squeezed Henry's waist - kinda like a reverse Heimlich manoeuvre, only he was the reason for the boy's choked gasps.
Like a snapping turtle, he refused to let go, so she had no choice but to get the others involved, signalling for Danger Force to circle the two. They tried to prise the doofus off, tugging at those beefy arms as the poor kid struggled, but Ray was relentless, even when his beloved wife wrapped her arms around his shoulders and yanked.
"Do not make me get the crowbar!" Chapa growled as she took the opposite arm to Mika, trying to give Hen a little wiggle room.
"It's so nice to see a dude hug another dude..."
"Right?! Bring it in, man!" Miles sighed dreamily, and Bose nodded, pulling his friend into a tight hug with a huge grin, patting each other's back amicably. It was sweet and not life-threatening like Ray's, who wouldn't budge despite the girls' best efforts. Their attempts were useless, but luckily, old Kid Danger had a trick up his sleeve.
"It's okay--it's okay..." he panted, giving his old friends a reassuring smile, even as the hero nuzzled into his chest. "I got this, but you might wanna stand back."
Whilst she was a little confused, (y/n) nodded and guided Mika and Chapa to a safe distance beside the boys, leaving her lanky baby with enough room to push the hero away. The kids cried in amazement when a green force field burst from the young man's body, creating a barrier between him and Ray and sending the idiot flying backwards.
That was one way to get personal space.
"Hah! You hate to see it!" Miles cackled when he watched the dazed superhero land on his butt, clearly having forgotten about the gift his old sidekick received from the Omega Weapon. His force fields were the only reason why (y/n) allowed him to wander off to Dystopia alone.
Still, the kid had the good grace to offer a hand and help his old boss to his feet, holding nothing against him when Ray flashed a nervous smile.
"Sorry....got a little emotional there," he said awkwardly, straightening his jacket as his pretty girl wandered over and excitedly took his hand. She needed its anchoring weight - anything to remind her this wasn't a dream.
"Just, you know, you've been gone a long time, and... we've been so alone."
"Speak for yourself, Raymond," Miss Danger retorted dryly, noticing how the children gathered on the couch cleared their throats - a little offended. He was such a drama queen, giving his first sidekick the big goo-goo eyes like he hung the stars in the sky, making Henry chuckle. Oh, how he'd missed the guy's craziness...
"Quiet! We're talking to Henry!" Ray snapped to Danger Force as they coughed, making everyone roll their eyes.
"You big doofus..." (y/n) shook her head, squeezing his hand lightly before Ray wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Henry could tell that nothing was new there, seeing the same old lovebirds as he used to, only now they were settled into married life. Prepare for the grossness...
"Anyway, what are you doing back in Swellview? Not that we don't want you here, of course! You know you're always welcome!"
"I know, (y/n/n). I know..." Henry replied with a breathy laugh as she ranted hurriedly, glad she hadn't changed in the last few months. "My dad is graduating from Juilliard...dot com."
"No way, your dad's a moron! He couldn't graduate from online Harberd!" Ray scoffed, remembering Mr Hart with disdain and all the times his idiocy caused a disaster.
"Yeah, dude! He's so dumb!" The boy agreed without hesitation, laughing with the couple like old times before growing serious again. "No, I'm actually here to see you guys!"
That had (y/n) tearing up, Ray smiling fondly when her bottom lip trembled. She clutched at her chest, giving the bashful kid a wobbly smile as she tried not to burst into tears, but he made it so hard. She didn't realise how much she missed him until he stood before her, talking so sweetly.
"My little baby came right back to The Nest!" She exclaimed, sniffing a little before throwing her arm around his shoulders. "Give Mama Bird a big hug!"
"Just because it's you, (y/n/n)..." he sighed, never one to refuse her innocent requests, and besides, she was much gentler than Ray. He savoured the warm snuggliness, wrapping his long, gangly limbs around her body as she squeezed him softly, knowing he'd missed her, too.
"Best hugs in Swellview, am I right?" He remarked to Ray and Danger Force, who smiled and nodded gently, knowing he was right. No one could say no to (y/n) 's hugs, not even Chapa, and Ray petted his wife's hair as she relaxed in her dearest friend's arms.
"So, how's my old job?" He asked the kids, hoping to make small talk while she got the hugs out of her system. "You guys go on any sick missions?"
"Oh, man! Tons of missions!"
"So many!" Chapa and Mika exclaimed, much to the older boy's excitement. He wouldn't lie; he missed the old days, fighting crime without any true responsibility, so he couldn't wait to hear about how they'd continued his legacy.
"Yeah? Cool! Like what? Anything...dangerous?"
"We once caught a guy who was stealing books from the library!" The girl said happily, but out loud, it sounded lame, not precisely the thrilling, daring adventures Kid Danger had in mind. Like how he fought a bloodthirsty, living virus or went to space--that was cool.
"Okay, but I was kinda looking for some sick fights, though..."
"Ooh!" Miles gasped, his eyes lighting up like he had a great idea. "We once battled every bad guy in Swellview at the same time!" Now, that was more like it.
"Noice! What happened?!" Henry asked, liking the sound of an epic brawl between light and dark, much like he'd done when he was younger. Had he ever told them about the train fight debacle?
"Mika let them all out of prison!" Only when the kid responded was it like a punch to the gut.
"Wow...I kinda spent my whole childhood locking those guys up, so I can't wait to hear how you all caught 'em," he said nervously, patting (y/n) on the back and when shuffled a little close. She was milking this hug for all she could get, but he was more concerned about the rampaging villains on the loose.
"We didn't!"
"Sick twist! They're all still out there!" Bose announced happily, ignorant of how his predecessor's eye began twitching, frozen in place, and not because of the woman hugging the living daylights out of him.
"I imagine that some of them are out there committing crimes right now!" Chapa added, equally joyful at the utter shambles they made of their first mission.
Ray took that as his cue to jump in, not wanting to revisit that humiliating defeat. (y/n) pulled away from her baby as he brushed past them, smiling sourly at the clamouring children as they nattered away.
"All right! That ends your visit with Henry--he's ours now!" He said, batting his eyelashes at what he thought couldn't be a better sight - his beautiful girl and precious best friend.
"I enjoyed our time together!"
"Hey, so, uh, how's Dystopia? Do you need us to come help you?" Ray asked quietly, ignoring Bose's innocent comment, who returned to nibbling on his now-cold Nacho Ball. He was desperate to know, or rather, desperate to be needed, still smarting from how they parted on bittersweet terms.
"'Cause I will burn this whole thing to the ground, take my wife, and leave right now."
"Raymond!" (y/n) warned lowly as Danger Force loudly cleared their throats again, much to the man's anger. He'd never snap at her so causally, but those little maggots? He had no qualms...
"Keep it down! God, they're always here, it's like--"
"--Like we're their teachers, and they're our students?" His sweet girl butted in with a teasing smile, and this time, she put her arms around his waist in a light embrace. Ray sighed, never staying mad for long when she was in his arms, returning the enamoured look while the kids watched on.
"Little demons, more like..." Much to their wrinkled noses, the man dropped his head and kissed her gently, holding the back of her neck so it wasn't just a peck. They were goddamn shameless, smiling against each other's lips for at least ten seconds while they all grimaced.
"Oh, there it is...wondered how long it would take," Henry retorted, eyeing the age-old scene with a judgy stare, knowing it had been hopeless to think they would've found some decency.
No, they were as touchy as always, and when Ray finally pulled away, he smiled at his precious girl like she was the only one in the world.
"Can't help it, kid..." he said gently, kissing her briefly and gently a final time as the heroine hugged his lithe waist, her cheeks and ears pleasantly warm. "I'm in love with my wife."
"Gross..." he grumbled, having war flashbacks about all those times as a kid when he saw them canoodling...or worse. Technically, it was his fault; he'd brought them together, but they'd always felt the need to kiss anywhere and everywhere, only saved when a loud, blaring beeping noise and red flashing light filled the Man's Nest.
"Emergency call!" (y/n) gasped, and suddenly, it was go, go, go. Slipping out of Ray's clutches, much to his disappointment, she dashed over to the supercomputer with Mika and Chapa, eager to see what was going down.
"Oh, hey, hey, this is perfect!" The hero gasped once he got over the disappointment of losing his sweet girl's warmth, but only because he'd come up with a brilliant idea. "We can go on a mission! Huh?! Let's pop some gum and have some...fum!"
"You know I'm all about that fum, big dog..." his old sidekick replied with a nostalgic chuckle, fondly remembering their old antics in the Man Cave, but something wavered in his eye... "but, you know, everyone thinks Kid Danger is kinda--"
"Hot?"
"Dead?" Bose and Miles suggested, and their ideas were wildly different and alarming in their own unique ways.
"Exactly!" He nodded at Miles, much to Ray's disappointment. He'd hoped to relive their glory days...
"What's the emergency?" Chapa asked impatiently, as always, peering at the computer monitors as (y/n) tapped on the PearPads for more information.
"It looks like there's a brawl at the nail salon," she replied once she finally found it, and honestly, it didn't sound too terrible. Merely a light workout for the more experienced crime fighters on the team, and that gave her a bright idea.
"Oh, Hen, we could go kick some ass and then get our nails done! Just like old times! Remember? I used to take you there all the time when that doofus was busy."
"I didn't mean to..." Ray mumbled shyly, staring at his shoes as Henry laughed nervously. He'd never forget all those hours as they bonded over the smell of acetone and acrylic, laughing until their bellies hurt.
He recalled how he'd comfort the young woman when her idiotic best friend went on a date with another woman. Still, most of all, he remembered the pain of biting his tongue when she cried, thinking Ray would never love her. It felt like a lifetime ago, and part of him wanted to regain that happiness, but...
"I know, doofus... Tell you what, you can tag along and pick my colour," she replied kindly, fluttering her lashes at her husband before turning to the kid. "What'd you say, Hen?"
"Y-yeah, you know I'd love to watch Ray pick your colour, (y/n/n), but..." he replied, and she frowned at how fervently he shook his head. It was like he'd seen a ghost or the slightest thing would make him jump like a skittish deer. Strange...
"I've been dropping so many fools in Dystopia, I was thinking I could just, you know...kick it here for a while. Maybe eat some of your famous oatmeal-raisin cookies?"
"Yeah--yeah! Coolcoolocoolcoolcool! We'll just kick it here, right, sweet girl? I was thinking the same thing!"
"I guess I'll get baking..." the woman said hesitantly, her Tummy Tingle telling her something wasn't right. She sensed danger, or at the very least, lies...but she couldn't quite pin them yet.
"That's my girl! Guys, why don't you handle this one yourselves?" Ray suggested, creating an excited buzz throughout the room, but it only deepened (y/n) 's frown. Looking at her students - her fresh-faced babies - she swore they weren't ready to go solo, at least not without some supervision.
"Yes!"
"Can I pee first?!" Exhibit A from Professor Bose.
"Doofus, are you sure that's a good idea? They've only been doing this for, like...two months!" She hissed, walking over to chat privately with her husband, not that he was apprehensive. Slinging an arm around her waist, he pulled her close, flashing a confident smile before kissing her temple - like nothing would go wrong at all.
"It'll be fine, darlin'! Why don't you pee on the way?" Ray grinned before reaching for one of the drool glasses and passing it to the boy as a receptacle. "There you go!"
"Maybe I should go with them..." (y/n) told her doofus nervously, and she moved to follow the team up to the tube. However, when she tried to leave the hero's side, he grabbed her hip and pulled her back into his chest, whining like a puppy to keep his soulmate close.
"No, don't leave me, sweet girl!" He grumbled, holding her back to his chest as Henry rolled his eyes, wondering how needy one guy could be as Ray rubbed his nose into the spot below her ear. "They know what to do--they'll be fine!"
"But what if they need help?"
"They won't! Death is very unlikely!" Ray exclaimed a little too cheerfully for (y/n) 's liking, but judging from the tight grip on her waist, her fate was sealed.
She offered a regretful smile to the kids, not that they minded. It was nice to have some freedom and get away from The Love Nest, practically buzzing as they assembled at the platform's top. A nail salon couldn't be that bad, and Ray had complete faith in them...and a burning desire for quality time.
"Okay, guys... Don't end anybody, and try not to let anybody end you, okay?!"
"Good luck!" The heroine shouted, waving her babies goodbye as they disappeared down the tube - just as Henry's phone pinged. He glanced at the notification, his eyes indiscernibly darkening as he read it. Still, when the lovebirds wandered over, he quickly shoved it in his pocket again.
"That nail salon's going up in flames!"
"Raymond! Don't say that!" (y/n) scolded her doofus, swearing she felt another tummy tingle at the boy's paling cheeks. Something was off about him...
"Oh, lighten up, sweet girl! Come on, pal! I'll give you a tour of the Man's Nest!" Ray exclaimed, lightly slapping the kid's arm before dragging his wife toward the metal door. She shook her head mirthfully but followed him, knowing she'd have to bake the cookies and prepare their guest room anyway.
"All right, yeah, cool! I'm right behind you, big dog!" Henry called after them yet stopped to read the slew of messages clogging his PearPhone's notifications.
All of them were from Charlotte and Jasper, begging to know if he was okay and where he was. One even said he couldn't escape his problems, but the boy ignored it, pressing the delete button without another thought. Out of sight, out of mind, and he really didn't want to ruin his time in Swellview. Not if it was the only time he had left...
"Are you okay?" A voice pulled him from his thoughts, and Henry looked up, surprised and alarmed to see (y/n) staring at him suspiciously. Oh, no; he couldn't escape her omniscient mind, gulping as she watched his every move.
"I'm fine..." he replied, carefully tucking his phone away before she saw any of the messages.
"Henry Prudence Hart, don't you lie to me..." she said sternly, stepping closer with one of her sternest gazes because her tummy knew something was off - she just didn't know what.
"Who says I'm lying, (y/n/n)?" The kid broke their held gazes to glance at the floor before giving her a wonky smile. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he tried to look as relaxed as possible, even if he was oddly defensive with his surrogate big sister. "I'm fine..."
"If you say so..." (y/n) said slowly, folding her arms, dissatisfied with his answer, but she'd work it out eventually. She always did, especially when her tummy tingled like that. Only the investigation would have to wait as she heard clumsy, ground-shaking footsteps coming back up the hall.
"Just know, I'm watching you, Hart--"
"Dude, don't you want to see my axe-throwing room?!" Ray asked excitedly when he reappeared in the doorway, seeing his precious wife and sidekick chatting quietly - a weird tension between them, not that he picked up on it.
"Hmm?" The kid hummed, snapping out of the staring contest to see the man's innocently wide-eyed expression.
"Dude, don't you want to see my axe-throwing room?!"
"Do you even have to axe?" Henry joked, plastering a grin on his face while ignoring how (y/n) planted her hands on her hips. She was onto him, but he played it off well, giggling with his old boss like nothing was wrong.
"God, I've missed this..." Ray sighed, taking his wife's hand in his, squeezing it from the elation of having the old trio back together.
"Me too, doof..." she agreed, hugging his arm before giving the kid one last suspicious glance. "You guys go enjoy yourselves. I need to make up the guest room and bake some cookies, apparently."
"You sure you don't want to join in, sweet girl?" Her husband offered, pouting slightly when she reached onto her tiniest toes to kiss his cheek softly. "You love it when I throw axes..."
"No, you love it when you throw axes, so spend some time with Henry, and I'll see you later, doofus."
"Okay--let's go have some fum!"
She didn't need to tell them twice, wincing through her giggles when those little boys yelled at the top of their voices, slapped each other on the butt, and ran off down the hall. They were as crazy as the other, laughing and screaming the Man's Nest down as she chuckled to herself - only to feel her smile drop when a dark thought crossed her mind.
Something was wrong - she could just feel it, murmuring to herself when she remembered the look on that boy's face when he got that text.
"What is up with you, Henry Hart?"
~The next morning~
"Hey, guys. Here's your fourth cookie batch."
Ray and Henry grinned as they watched their beloved Miss Danger enter the main room, a steaming plate of oatmeal-raisin cookies in her hand. She placed them on the table, rolling her eyes since they couldn't get enough of them; it was flattering to know her tried and tested recipe was so well-loved, but she'd barely been out of the kitchen.
She'd literally been slaving away over a hot stove while they, the chuckle brothers, played, pranked, and paraded to their hearts' content. After checking out every room in the Man's Nest in the evening, Ray and Henry played video games until the early hours and, after grabbing a few winks in between, were back at it at nine am.
And they demanded cookies for breakfast.
"Thank you!" They chanted happily as the warm, honeyed smell tickled their noses, knowing they could never get enough. She promised to make them some brownies, too, but first, they needed to beat this level, dancing their feet off on some computer game.
"Are they still not back yet?" (y/n) muttered after leaving the baked goods to cool, ignoring the annoying music from the holographic computer screens. Whilst they were having fun, crisscrossing their feet to the beat, she was biting her fingernails in worry.
Twelve hours later, Danger Force still hadn't returned from their mission at the nail salon. Ray told his sweet girl not to worry, arguing that they were probably just taking their time and having fun, but (y/n) wasn't so sure. Maybe she should've gone with them or at least told Ray to get off his butt when he showed the kid their sauna room.
"Relax, darlin'! This is great!" Ray exclaimed happily, throwing his wife and ex-sidekick a grin as he copied the movements of his giraffe avatar.
"I love this!" Henry nodded, bopping left and right, ignorant of his worried friend behind him. All he knew was the safety and comfort he'd learned in the Man Cave, and he didn't want to stop.
"I love you!"
"What?!" He yelled over the music, not quite hearing his old boss as (y/n) raised an eyebrow at their antics. Honestly, it was surprising that she'd not gone insane yet.
"I said I'd get ready for round two!" The hero quickly replied, saving himself from explaining something embarrassing as the game changed. As they entered the second round, the dance style changed, lowering the lights and switching to a soft, sexy tune as they took a minute to breathe.
"Round two! Tango! Time to get close!"
"Seriously? You two are gonna tango?" (y/n) asked amusedly as she plonked herself on the computer's chair. She would've thought it was a bit girly for them, something her doofus would've wanted to do with her since it involved shared space, air, and sensuality.
"Sure are, pretty girl, and if you're lucky, we can practice later, too," Ray told her with a wink, which left his wife to imagine what he meant by that. She hoped it would be a private lesson, but when she glanced back up, his attention had returned to Henry.
"Shall we?"
"I didn't travel halfway around the world to not beat the tango level on Prance, Prance, Revolution with you," the kid replied confidently, ignoring their flirtation to give his friend a grave stare. He offered Ray his hand, who took it without hesitation before they coupled up into a somewhat intimate embrace.
With both arms around their backs, clasping each others' hands, the boys stepped in time to the Argentine music, navels pressed together with every movement. They weren't bad, creeping along and wiggling their butts as Henry led the dance, meaning Ray had to girlishly flick his leg out before twirling.
Still, at least (y/n) could admire her doofus, thinking he looked ridiculously hot in his tight red shirt and jeans. His muscles rippled under the thin material with every move, making her sigh dreamily as she propped her chin up on her palm as that thick waist twisted and rolled. And don't get her started on those smooth, exposed biceps...
But suddenly, the tell-tale sound of the tube broke her out of the reverie, drawing her attention as the boys continued dancing. And to her relief, four tired, dirty, and unhappy kids arrived, looking like they'd lost a fight with Bob Geldof.
"Oh, my God, you guys!" (y/n) exclaimed in horror, hurrying to her feet when her poor students plodded down the stairs, utterly defeated and groaning with every step.
"How'd it go?" Ray was infinitely more casual, never breaking form as his sweet girl tittered over the children, guiding them to the steps near the front door. The tango was better than seeing if they were okay, despite how they groaned with every step, sticky with nail polish.
"It went great..."
"We broke up the fight..."
"With our faces!" The kids grumbled. Chapa sounded as grumpy as usual, shuffling to her locker with a huff and glare while Mika tried to keep up her optimism. They'd done as they were asked, and that was great, but Miles just wished it didn't hurt so much.
"Wasn't all bad. Got my nails did and had time to squeeze in a pedi..." Bose replied, and (y/n) wondered why he was walking so strangely until she looked down. His feet were beautifully smooth with moisturised skin and freshly painted nails, spreading his toes with those little foam dividers.
Although he was the only one who'd had time to relax - the fight was brutal.
"Pretty!"
"Nice!" The dancing duo complimented when they waddled closer, dipped, and twirled, admiring the soft blue colour - it matched his uniform, and smudging them would be a crime. It almost made (y/n) jealous that she didn't follow them.
"That call wrecked me. I'mma go throw up and lay down." Or maybe not. She winced as Chapa shuffled the steps with her friends, appearing utterly worn out as she tried to sit down, only to flop onto the floor instead.
All they wanted to do was sleep for the next fifty years, feeling like death had punched them in the face, but Ray had news for them - and they weren't going to like it.
"Nah, nah, nah, another call came in while you were out," he told them to a chorus of groans and furious curse words. "Bunch of firebees are attacking a honey store. Caller said some murder bears are headin' up there, too, so hustle up!"
"We just got our cheese steamed! Can't you and (y/n) settle a honey fight between firebees and murder bears?" Mika complained on behalf of her friend, given that one of them was practically unconscious and the others were bleary-eyed and exhausted.
She'd never heard of such a ridiculous emergency but gave (y/n) her best puppy eyes, fluttering her eyelashes as the woman bit her lip.
"Maybe we should take this one, doofus. Let them have a break..." she suggested hopefully, hovering by the boys as their dance continued. If anyone could sway Ray, it was her.
"Ooh, whaddaya say, partner?" He asked Henry, knowing he couldn't run off to fight crime and leave his old friend in the Man's Nest alone, not when he'd come specially.
(y/n)'s unease only worsened when her baby shook his head gently and refused, saying some crap about the video game when, really, she knew the old Henry would never shy away from a fight. What was up with him?
"Hard pass, my guy. We got a big lift coming up."
"Oh, my God. This is ridiculous..." the heroine muttered as they separated, teetering on their tiptoes in preparation for their big finale, which apparently was so much more important than saving lives.
"Sorry, kids. Buzz off!" But, with the grouchy hero's order, Danger Force had no choice but to trudge to the tube again, dragging their feet and grumbling as they called on their final energy reserves. They could barely walk, let alone take down bad guys, but that was fine - as long as Ray got to leap toward Henry for the lift.
He swooped above the boy's head, straightening his legs and spreading his arms like an angel as Henry held his hipbones high above his head with impressive strength. Seriously--how did he lift that much doofus?
"Okay, now that the lift is over, are you sure you guys don't wanna come help us?" Mika questioned as she and the others hovered on the tube pad, hoping with all hope that the man might change his mind.
Given his look of pure joy at being so far above the ground, it was unlikely, but they could dream.
"You're superheroes! Quit your bellyaching!" And a dream was all that would remain, Ray's harsh, biting tone making them pout when he refused to come down.
"This is what you get paid for!" Henry added, thinking he was being helpful. He couldn't count on both hands how many times he was sent to deal with the most dangerous situations, but that was what he'd signed up for. That was the job, and it was worth it for nine dollars an hour.
"You got paid?!"
"Down the tube!" Ray couldn't shout quick enough, sending his baffled students downstairs before he heard anything about unions and unfair employment tribunals.
The looks on their faces, knowing they'd been duped when Kid Danger raked in hundreds over the years... That was a problem for another, or at least, a problem for when (y/n) didn't have a migraine.
"Doofus....how long are you gonna stay up there?" She wondered with an exasperated expression when the kid's arms began to shake from the extortion. Holding a hundred-and-eighty-pound man wasn't easy when he barely had muscles on those chicken wings, yet Ray showed no inkling of wanting to be put down.
He'd always wanted to be a swan.
"Long as I can, sweet girl. Long as I can..."
Something told her that Henry's stay would be trouble - and her tummy tingle went again.
~A few days later~
To say Henry and Ray made the most of their little bro-buddy vacation was an understatement.
With Danger Force taking every call, emergency, or other predicament, the boys had plenty of time to hang out, relax, and mess about for four very long days. (y/n) loved having Henry home, of course, enjoying the quality time she spent with him for just under a week, but dear God, she felt like she was in Groundhog Day.
They had cookies for breakfast every morning, followed by some practice on Prance-Prance Revolution. Then, after playing lasted tag with actual lasers, she made them pancakes for lunch, followed by takeout for dinner. And in between, their activities were loud, brash, and guaranteed to nearly shake the house down. Not so good for her poor nerves.
The bachelor pad life was quickly wearing her and poor Schwoz out, so Ray and Henry promised to try something different, which was well-received--until they found the hero's old band kit.
"Who gave them the electric guitar again?!" (y/n) shouted to Schwoz as her doofus and precious baby rocked out on their raucous instruments. When she said she wanted to see them break their routine, she didn't mean to shatter her eardrums.
"WHAT?!" The genius yelled back, hardly hearing her soft voice as the boys created the awful racket. Schwoz was sure they thought they were God's gift to the music world - Bon Jovi rising again - but it made their ears bleed outside their little fantasy.
"I SAID--WHERE DID THE GUITAR COME FROM?!"
"RAY FOUND IT IN THE GARAGE. IN A LOCKED BOX. UNDER SOME TRASH BAGS," he explained to the heroine as she clamped one hand over her ear whilst the other waved a lighter on his phone. They were part of the illusion, allowing the musical morons to believe they were at some concert playing to millions of adoring fans. But they weren't - just them, alone in the Man's Nest.
"OH, GOODIE. I THOUGHT HE'D NEVER FIND IT AGAIN." (y/n) winced as her doofus came down the steps from the tube, her fingers clumsily dancing up the fretboard of his guitar - the one she'd carefully stashed away after he deafened them the last time.
She had to smile through the pain, remembering how he said Captain Man didn't need lessons--he was a naturally gifted player. And, most importantly, all ladies loved a man in a band, waggling his eyebrows at her - the groupie - as he twanged a few notes.
"YOU SHOULD'VE PUT IT IN THE INCINERATOR!"
"WOULD'VE, COULD'VE, SHOULD'VE, SCHWOZ," she replied at the top of her voice before giving her husband and friend a tentative thumbs-up.
They thought they were rocking out, hearing nothing but a sweet soundtrack, but it was terrible as Henry tapped his cymbals like a little drummer boy. It truly hurt her poor little ears, and that was before Ray prodded his strings, wiggling his tongue like Paul Stanley.
"MY GOD, THIS IS PAINFUL!"
"I GOT THIS!" The small man said before hopping off the back of the sofa, leaving her waving her PearPhone through the air, smiling through the pain.
(y/n) watched curiously as Schwoz scuttled over to the amp that fed the infernal noise from Ray's guitar. He couldn't do much about the drumkit, but he sure as hell could rip the wire out, killing the music without a second thought. Just like they killed their eardrums.
"Whoa, whoa, hey!"
"What happened?!" Ray and Henry exclaimed disappointedly, so distracted in their performance that they didn't notice a thing. They just saw Schwoz standing beside the amp innocently and (y/n) batting her eyelashes at her doofus with that sweet girl smile.
"You must have blown a fuse, doof," the woman told her husband, hoping to capture his attention by crossing her legs and sticking her chest out, and it worked. Like the needy puppy he was, Ray drooled at his pretty girl and her...finer features, smiling and nodding at her every word, no matter how improbable it was.
"Because you were rocking so hard and looking so hot while doing it."
"You bet I was, sweet girl..." he grumbled lowly, waltzing over to stand between her legs and cup her jaw. He smiled cockily as he pulled her lips to his, his ego definitely stroked and ignorant of how Schwoz twiddled his thumbs innocently.
Her arms slid around his neck as their friends rolled their eyes, but at least the genius was thankful for the distraction. He didn't care if Ray did make those sounds or where his hands wandered or whatever she whispered in his ear that made him smirk like that, but Henry... He was suspicious.
"Right, sure..." he muttered, not entirely buying it when (y/n) lifted the guitar over her lover's head so she could hold him closer without damaging it. Not that Ray was interested in music now.
"Can you believe we've never even practised before?" The doofus said when they finally came up for air, pecking his wife's forehead. His smile shone as he squished her cheeks together and gazed into her eyes, entirely in the palm of her hand, after wowing her with his talent.
"Don't need to practice when you're already perfect, dude!" Henry retorted, making his old boss glance over his shoulder with a smug expression. That's all they needed - the ego inflation.
"Wow...I've missed you."
"And I've missed Nacho Ball! Get outta my way." Before Schwoz could even joke about giving the old hero and sidekick their own room, the kid pushed past Ray and made for the couch, where (y/n) had left their fast food while rocking out.
It would be their fifth in four days, but whatever - he was living la dolce vita. The old man's sentiments didn't matter, not when he had a fried, cheesy ball of goodness waiting to be devoured. Henry hopped over the couch and quickly grabbed his sack, leaving the adults to do whatever they wanted.
"I do enjoy your little visits..." the woman joked as she went around the couch like a normal person, even if her doofus leapt over the back like a child.
They bought food, too, even though the thought of more French fries made (y/n) want to die. At least she got to share with her beloved idiot, splitting a jumbo Nacho Ball meal and extra-large soda because it always tasted better when she sipped from his. Weird.
"Ho-kay, well...if your little concert is over, I'm going to go back to work now," Schwoz told them tentatively once they'd backed away from the instruments of death, but by then, with food in front of their faces, Ray and Henry weren't interested. Not when they hadn't eaten in three hours--and one of them got to feed little snacky things to his sweet girl.
"Bye-bye, Schwozie!" (y/n) waved sweetly, which was more than the boys did as they immediately buried their noses in their plates. They didn't care what Schwoz did or where he went - a sore relief for the exhausted genius with a pounding headache.
He wandered off in a foul mood, complaining about their childishness, when Henry's phone pinged in his pocket, distracting him from how Ray snuggled into his wife's side.
She was interested in a polite, quiet dinner, nibbling a fry. Yet, her doofus laid his arm on the back of the couch, around her shoulders, leaning into her space to nuzzle his nose under her jaw. He whispered sweet nothings into her neck, practically laying in her lap more with every scrap of attention she gave him.
"Who texted?" (y/n) asked casually while trying to work around her needy husband's advances.
"Uh--"
"You're so pretty, sweet girl..." Ray muttered in a honey-like voice as his hand slid up her thigh, ignoring the food on the table and whatever Henry wanted to say. "What'd you say me and you take this to go and rendezvous in our bedroom?"
"Ooooh! I did not miss that!" The kid exclaimed when he noticed the hand under the table moving further north. That, and his mentor's smoochy mood, made him freak out, not wanting to know what he planned to do if he dragged her off behind closed doors.
"Doofus!"
"What?! Can't a man love his wife?" The hero said moodily, loudly kissing his bashful girl's cheeks as the boy shook his head, grimacing. It was enough to put him off his Nacho Ball, watching how the grown man became a simping, crawling, goo-goo-eyed idiot just because (y/n) smiled at his affection.
"Dude..." he muttered moodily, tapping his phone in exasperation when Ray kissed his wife again, "I'm trying to save these texts to The Cloud."
"Why?" (y/n) asked with a slight frown as she held her doofus in her arms, feeling how he nuzzled into her chest when the boy's phone did something annoying and unexpected. He really needed to turn off dictation, making one of Ray's classic mistakes when his virtual assistant began reading everything he wanted gone.
"Reading messages out loud."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no---" All the colour drained from Henry's face as the voice dictated his texts, which ranged from weird to downright concerning, catching (y/n) and even Ray's attention amidst their kissing.
"You can't run from this thing. It will find you--"
"Henry--what the hell are you doing?!" The woman asked gravely, her expression turning from serious and concerned to utterly baffled when the kid jumped up from the couch to stamp on his PearPhone - anything to get the damn thing to shut up.
But they'd heard enough, even after he'd smashed the device, satisfying her gut in the worst way when it revealed that he'd been keeping secrets, just like she'd suspected. Sometimes, she hated it when her tummy tingle was right.
"That didn't sound good..." Ray muttered, swallowing a fry as he pulled away from his sweet girl to look at his ex-sidekick blankly. He didn't know what was happening, but he still snuggled up with her, just from how jumpy Henry was...he wasn't that stupid.
"Right?!" The boy asked nervously, shuffling around the couch on his tiptoes as he looked out of the windows and over his shoulder. "Hey, uh, totally unrelated question, but I'm, like, totally untrackable in the Man's Nest, right?"
"Oh, yeah, dude. Schwoz installed these macro-electron scramblers. Trying to find you here would be like trying to find a grey hair on my head," the man replied confidently, earning himself a whack on the arm from his wife since he could be so dense at times - so full of himself ever since she said he was hot.
"There's one right there." And Henry knew just how to distract him, being the cunning kid he was.
"What?! It's not true! Tell me it's not true, sweet girl!"
"Oh, Raymond!" (y/n) grumbled when her husband grabbed her by the shoulders, frantically shaking her shoulders at the thought of growing old. Some said he dyed his hair, others would disagree, but his floof was perfectly chocolatey - not that Ray knew that as he frantically combed his fingers through it.
"Now, Henry, you better start telling us what the hell is going on--" She turned to Henry with one of the angriest, sternest faces he'd ever seen on her - which could've been infinitely scarier than whatever had him so worried.
But her threat fell on its face when she was interrupted, dealing with both stressed-out doofus and a gaggle of children shooting up from SWAG in their chairs, and they did not look happy. Welcome to the club.
"Hey!" Mika shouted, closely followed by Chapa, Bose, and her brother. They'd been doing all the leg work for Captain Man and Miss Danger for days, keenly aware that their golden boy kept them preoccupied with his little visit, and that pissed them off.
"What? What? I don't have any grey hairs--you're old--what?!" Ray rambled, turning around to peek out from behind his sweet girl, who had just rolled her eyes and looked at Danger Force.
She wasn't in the mood for more angry, lying children, waiting for one of them to say the wrong thing before she exploded.
"We all have something to say to you!" Mika, the spokeswoman of the quartet, announced, giving her teachers a confident face as her friends rallied behind her.
"Well, I would sorely love to hear it. Just know that I am not in a cookie-baking mood anymore..." (y/n) smiled sweetly at them, folding her arms as she ignored the lanky, no-good, secretive boy behind her and focused on her other troublemakers. They didn't seem as confident as they were before.
"Chapa, tell them!" The girl quickly pulled her friend before her, her strength and argument failing under the woman's stern gaze. Chapa would be much better at shouting back, her grumpy frown matching (y/n)'s, although even she was anxious to take her on fully. After all, they were all friends here...
"We've been taking all of the calls for, like, three or four days now!" She started, the others yelling in agreement as the couple glanced at each other.
"We think you guys should take the next call!"
"Okay..." (y/n) saw nothing wrong with that, shrugging even as the children ganged up on her and Ray. If anything, she was getting cabin fever, hoping to get out into the action with her doofus, and now, she wanted to get Henry out, too. What was that he said about untrackable?
"We also think we should be able to vaporise one person a year for no reason at all!"
"Yeah!--Wait..." The others frowned at the little addition Chapa tagged onto the end of their demands, having not discussed anything about vaporising people when meeting in Mika's bedroom the previous night. They wanted fair treatment and a break, but maiming innocent people? It made the pause and quickly back-track.
Sure, we'll take the next call..." Ray told them as he looked at his precious wife, who nodded calmly and sipped his--their soda. She was ready to go, but the kid - he looked like he'd seen a ghost. "It's been a half-minute, my fists are getting thirsty, and crime is a tall glass of water."
"Please, don't punch my glass--" Henry asked the hero while the children celebrated their negotiations, but it was too late. Fired up and eager to fight, Ray smacked his thankfully empty glass off the table, happy to see it roll under the table since it meant he got a glimpse of his sweet girl's butt when she had to pick it up.
"Raymond!"
"What, sweet girl? Next call that comes in is gonna go home in a body bag," he whispered dramatically, clenching his fists before swiftly yanking her into his embrace. She could tell he'd not been outside in a few days, acting all hyper and needy even as everyone's brows flew up at the...overkill.
"Doofus, what have we said about saying murdery things?" (y/n) murmured in his ear as she patted down his chest. To say he was being so jumpy, his muscles looked good in that shirt.
"That's how lawyers get involved?"
"Exactly, so let's remain calm and take the next call."
"Yeah, but I mean, who even knows when the next call is gonna come in?" Henry said nervously, wrinkling his nose when they kissed again, but it was a small price to pay since it distracted them from the whole going-out thing.
The mere thought made his heart pound, palms growing clammy at the idea of venturing outside the safe Nest walls. But the emergency alert began to sound before the heroine could even give him one of her suspicious stares. Red light and the loud siren filled the room, and if he was scared before, he was practically bricking it now.
"Oh, would ya look at that?" Chapa said nonchalantly, an evilly sweet smile as she looked at the anxious kid. "An emergency call."
"How convenient..." Ray said poignantly, anything beyond coincidence going over his floofy head as Mika walked to the supercomputer to see what was happening.
"Exactly. Someone's trying to rob that corner store - How Convenient," the girl told them, making Ray smile at the map on the holographic screen. It was in Downtown Swellview, not too far from their hideout, but definitely in a grungier part of town. Just the sort of place filled with the scum the hero wanted to wipe the floor with.
"Oh! So, you, me, and my sweet girl are going to Pound Town, buddy!"
"Doesn't look too difficult, but we should get going..." (y/n) noted as she and her doofus pulled out their gum tubes. Admittedly, a little flutter of excitement ran through her veins at the thought of the old team working together - the thrill of being in the trio again, even though she played it cool.
She was more than ready to become Miss Danger again, but when Henry hesitated, she got that funny feeling again...
"Pound Town is nice this time of year, but, uh, I really just wanna finish my Nacho Ball," the blond boy told them shakily, all but looking like he could bolt at any minute, making the couple frown as they chewed their gum.
Yet, when he returned to the table, hoping for a refried, golden, crispy distraction, he found Bose sitting on the steps with his plate and cheese smeared across his lips - chowing down. Leaving that Nacho Ball unattended was a mistake.
"Chapa ate it..." he mumbled guiltily, despite being caught cheese-handed.
"Come on, man. Pop one of those Dystopian gumballs. I wanna see that swet 'stume," Ray excitedly said to his old friend, who undoubtedly fought in something other than his old uniform now. They'd never seen it, leaving him to fight alone with Jasper and Charlotte in the other city. Still, they only got a wobbly smile and lying eyes.
"Aw, God--I--I didn't bring any."
"Say what now?" (y/n) quirked an eyebrow at him, not buying it for a second when the boy nervously rubbed his hands together, barely able to stand still. She was a skittish person by nature; she knew anxiety when she saw it, especially in a boy who'd tried to blindside her a dozen times in the past.
"You're telling us that somehow, miraculously, you forgot to bring your gum, even though it's the one thing you keep on you at all times?"
"Yeah, (y/n/n). I must've forgotten to turn on the gum reminder app on my phone." He gulped, seeing the amusement in her eye the second the lie passed through his teeth, hands on her hips, as Ray frowned at both of them. He was dense, but even he sensed something weird was happening.
"Yeah, well, the BS-detection app on my phone is telling me you're making that up," she replied sternly, holding the gum against her inner cheek as she stepped closer--until she was nearly toe-to-toe with the boy. He said nothing, bravely holding her gaze to deny everything she accused him of, but Miles didn't care.
He was a guy of action, thrusting his arm in the air and suddenly appearing beside the ex-sidekick because there was something in his pocket... He pinched a tin from Henry's back pocket in a flash of light, hearing the unmistakable rattle of gum inside. Busted.
"What are these, then?"
"Funny that..." (y/n) said dryly as everyone watched the lanky kid scramble for an answer. Of course, Ray said nothing - he never did to his favourite child; he was just happy that there was gum, even if it came out of thin air.
"Guess I did bring some! Thanks, buddy." Henry plucked the tin from Miles' hand, smiling tightly at him, his voice strained and almost hoarse with his bubbling anger.
It didn't deter the younger boy, who mirrored Chapa's infamous saccharine grin as he patted his learned friend on the shoulder, only to have his hand abruptly pushed away. For someone who said he wasn't bothered - chill in the words of the modern youth - Henry looked pissed off.
"Something wrong, Hen?" (y/n) asked innocently, blinking when her baby looked at him in annoyance, almost crushing the case in his palm.
"No..."
"Come on! It's right down the street--we'll be back in five minutes," Ray told him, despite having every intention of dragging the fight out for everything it had. Anything to fight side-by-side like they did in the good old days.
"Five minutes?" Kid Danger echoed nervously as he unscrewed his gum, hands shaking as they wore down his resolve. It looked like he didn't have much choice, but the mere thought of stepping outside made him feel sick - five minutes would feel like forever. Five minutes was all it would take.
"Yeah! Have I ever lied to you?" The man replied brightly, only to get several dry looks in return.
"You once told me you were born in nineteen-ninety-eight..." Henry recalled, much to the sniggers around the room - even from (y/n). Would that make her a cougar? Dating a guy ten years her junior?
Everyone giggled at the flustered hero, who immediately snarled at the children as he grabbed her waist and pulled her into his chest. He didn't want her to see his pink cheeks from the minor fibs he told.
"I was! I was! Ninety-eight! Year of the...fist!"
"Technically, it was the year of the tiger," (y/n) said, giggling as she gently hugged her doofus' waist, hoping he'd stop pouting when she snuggled closer. She didn't care about his age; if anything, it was hot - the hand of experience. "And, you big doofus, if you're secretly twenty-three, I'm the next pope."
"Your holiness..." Ray smiled, glancing down to make the mistake of getting lost in her eyes. She made him feel young - full of butterflies, warmth, and endless energy - enough to quell his current worries. That, and the kiss they shared.
"All right..." Henry muttered, swearing under his breath from his internal anxiety and their canoodling. He never understood how they could kiss and chew gum simultaneously. Still, Ray made it work, somehow cradling her jaw and patting her ass together, too. "Let's blow and go."
"Finally!" The woman grinned, excitedly rubbing her hands together as she hurriedly pulled away from her doofus, pecking his lips a final time. She stood between him and the moody teen, feeling her husband slip his hand into hers and squeeze, grounding them in a surreal moment.
At one point, they thought they'd never see Henry again, let alone fight crime with him. But, as they transformed into their super-suits, becoming Captain Man and Miss Danger for the millionth time, they saw a new, grungier side of their old friend.
His uniform was...different. Kinda like he took everything about the Kid Danger costume and fucked it off. Instead of bright colours and protective equipment, the couple were shocked and concerned to see him wearing dark skinny jeans, a crusty, frayed t-shirt, and a thick, leather jacket shrugged over the top. The only way of safety they saw was his gloves, but even so, there was no padding, no layers, and certainly no mask.
It was Henry Hart - emo edition.
"Dude, where's your mask?" Ray asked concernedly. He could look over the dingy, dark outfit, seeing why it might be cool on some people, but nothing protected his identity. That was just stupid.
"Oh, we don't actually wear masks in Dystopia."
"What?!" (y/n)'s eyes nearly fell out of her head at the revelation. All she heard was that three of her beloved babies were running around the most dangerous city in the world, allowing every villain to know who they were. Were they trying to get themselves pulverised?
"Yeah, I don't know, we're just kinda beyond that," the boy replied coolly--as if it wasn't a big deal. He looked at the adults like they were stupid and boring. Still, even Danger Force could see the perilous risks he took by not wearing one, awkwardly fidgeting around the room.
"Actually, that's extremely irresponsible."
"Mask-wearing saves lives..."
"(y/n/n), come on. It's fine," Henry said to his strongest ally as the traitors around the room pandered to their teacher. He didn't care what his replacements had to say, defiantly staring at the heroine with pleading eyes, not that she cared.
"It's not fine, picklehead," (y/n) told him firmly, wandering over to the drawer beside the supercomputer to find something suitable. She was sure they didn't have a mask to hand, but since it was dark, as long as they covered his face, the kid would be okay--if she didn't whip his butt for being so difficult before.
"While in Swellview, you're gonna put something on your face."
"Nah, nah, nah, nah. You always do this, (y/n)!" He complained, batting away the woman's hands when she tried to put a pair of dark glasses over his eyes. They would just make him look stupid - what idiot wore sunglasses at night?
"No one likes a whiner, Henry. Put them on!" He could try to push her away, but that only made the woman more determined.
They argued back and forth, shouting over each other as he attempted to dodge the glasses. He didn't win, of course, eventually giving up when she kicked his shin and told him to suck it up. Finally, she shoved them up the bridge of his nose, smiling with satisfaction when he sighed, arms falling to his side.
"You look great!"
"I look stupid!" The kid grumbled, moodily stomping to the tube as Ray took his sweet girl by the hand. He said it, not her.
"Well, it's a fight, not a fashion parade, so let's go!" (y/n) hurried after her doofus, waving to Danger Force as they cheerfully yelled their goodbyes, relieved to see the backs of them since it meant they could finally rest. Ray could barely contain himself, excitedly buzzing beside her as they waited on the tube pad, clutching at each other's hands as the hero hit his belt buckle.
"You wanna call it?" He asked his old friend, smiling at him for old times' sake, and even in his cranky mood with the demon butterflies terrorising his belly, the kid couldn't say no. Not when he felt so nostalgic.
"Up the tube!" Henry shouted, only for the machine to buzz lowly at him. The lovebirds beside him gasped and cooed, saying something about him being adorable and just a baby because he was still stuck in the Man Cave. A sore spot that tugged on (y/n)'s heartstrings.
"Oh, baby boy, we go down the tube now..." She said softly, stroking the boy's arm as he stared blankly at his surroundings. She practically whimpered at her doofus, wondering if it had been that long since they lost their own home since this was normal now - them in the Man's Nest.
"...Down the tube!"
With that, they were off, hurtling toward the garage and whatever new vehicle Ray wanted to show off. Everything was the same but different, which didn't help Henry's nerves as he stepped out from under the protective shield into the big, bad world.
If the couple knew what danger he was in, would they have let him out? Probably not. This kid couldn't handle danger for all the big talk he used to make. Sometimes, he wished he could return to when things were simpler--when he chased diaper-wearing villains and the criminally stupid.
But it was a little late for that. By the time they reached the convenience store, it was too late for anything.
~The How Convenient Store~
"This place is disgusting..."
(y/n) wrinkled her nose as she followed her doofus and Henry along a dark, dirty street at the foot of Mount Swellview.
She didn't like how all the streetlights seemed blinky, how many trash bags piled up on the curb, or how she swore she heard rats squeaking in the shadows. The smell made her want to retch, sticking close to Ray's side as he confidently strutted to the lonely store covered in a thick layer of grime and graffiti.
"Oh, come on, sweet girl! It's gonna be fun!" The hero replied cheerfully, practically skipping along the road since he was riding a massive nostalgia wave.
He had his beautiful wife on his arm, and beside her, Henry traipsed with them. It didn't matter how skittish he seemed - the kid was there, which was enough to make his old boss giddy as a schoolboy.
"You mean, we're going to need a tetanus shot after this?" (y/n) said sarcastically, glancing at the reticent boy when he didn't snort at her joke. It was strange; he didn't even fake vomit when they kissed and cuddled in the Man Van, and that made her suspicious--more so than she already was. "Right, kid?"
"Huh?--Oh, yeah, ha...ha." The kid's voice was flat and distracted, probably because he constantly glanced over his shoulder, too busy frantically scanning their surroundings through those thick glasses to laugh at anything they said.
And the strangest thing had to be how he nearly ducked under the heroine's arm when he heard a shout off in the distance, clinging to her uniform's skirt like a terrified child, not a hardened crime fighter.
"Man, this is like the good old days! Come on! Come on!" Still, Ray hurried them off, quickly crossing the road with his usual arrogance, squeezing his wife's hand as they burst into How Convenient to see a familiar face.
"Can you pay attention to me, please?"
"You're always in the middle of a game!" The young woman, named Shasta, behind the counter, whined to whoever she was talking to on the phone - her girlfriend or boyfriend at home, (y/n) assumed.
She didn't give a damn about the fact that her store was being robbed, more concerned about her troublesome relationship than the criminal begging for some attention. It was challenging to rob a place when the staff refused to hand over the goods. Still, even so, Ray grinned when he recognised the scumbag - for the first time in nearly a decade of dealing with him.
"Part of the reason I rob people is for the connection, and I feel like you're not here with me right now!" The scruffy, greasy, moronic thug whined as he squeezed his weapon of choice - a skunk for some reason, but then again, he always thought he was clever.
"Oh, God, not him..."
"Hey, look! It's your old pal, Jeff!" Ray nudged Henry as they huddled near the door. (y/n) couldn't say she was thrilled to see that the idiot had returned after the jailbreak, but for once, her doofus wanted to chase his flabby ass. Anything to relive the glory days with the kid.
"Yeah, yeah, cool. Let's just hurry this up," Henry replied, feeling as jumpy as ever now that they were out in the open, wearing his Dystopian costume - for anyone to see.
"Aw, man. I'm so excited!"
"You're adorable, doofus..." the woman giggled when her husband squeezed her body against his in a spur-of-the-moment hug. Yet, she gave Henry a knowing, side-eyed glance whilst the hero couldn't see.
"Well, I don't even know what we are! What does vibing even mean?" The shop assistant ranted to her friend on the phone, making the heroes feel slightly awkward after hearing something they shouldn't.
"Do we vibe, sweet girl?" Ray asked his sweet girl quietly as Jeff chased after the woman, who disappeared into the break room with the PearPhone glued to her ear. The silly hero looked so confused, not knowing if it was good or bad or if he'd missed that lesson on youth slang.
"Oh, yeah, we vibe so hard, doof," (y/n) replied with an enamoured smile despite not entirely understanding what it meant. "But we vibe so much better than that girl and her...companion."
"Where are you going? I'm not done crime-ing!" Jeff whined after Shasta, only for Captain Man to clear his throat to catch the moron's attention. The incompetent villain practically jumped out of his skin when he saw the hero, Miss Danger, and that scrawny, emo-y kid standing there, wondering when they got there.
"Robbing a store with a skunk?" (y/n) asked with an unimpressed, quirked eyebrow. She folded her arms as Ray turned to her with a silly grin.
"That plan stinks!" He was so happy with the little pun that he patted the boy's chest to join in the fun after he earned an amused smile from his wife. Now you go—you go—you go!"
"Uh..." Henry stuttered, not knowing what to say since he was riddled with nerves, desperately wanting to go home. "What the smell are you doing? Now, come on--you're going to jail..."
With a stony, tight-lipped face, he marched over to the criminal with a hefty sigh. He grabbed him by the elbow and, with no messing around, yanked him toward the exit without any of the usual flare or dramatics. It was baffling to the couple, who frowned and quickly dragged him back to their sides for being so goddamn dull.
"Hey, hey, man! Take your time!"
"What are you talking about?" Their old sidekick asked tiredly, wondering what childish, ridiculous drivel his ex-boss was yammering about when he just wanted everything over and done with. It wasn't like him, and all Henry could do was avoid the simmering anger and disappointment in (y/n)'s eyes.
"Let's slow-fight this crime..." The hero answered softly, hoping to drag out every sweet second of his nostalgia trip to make up for how they parted ways.
"I just wanna get back to my Nacho Ball!"
"Not gonna lie, we left it with BrainStorm. That Nacho Ball will be long gone..." (y/n) replied, seeing straight through the kid's lie, but it was still true. To the boy's disappointment, Bose always stole anyone's takeout if they unwisely left it unguarded. He wouldn't be able to use that excuse now.
"Hey, is this your news sidekick?" Jeff interrupted, staring at Henry with an untypically curious expression as he tried to size him up. Luckily, he couldn't see through his minimal disguise, not seeing Kid Danger at all, but still, they didn't like how he giggled.
"Maybe..."
"No!" The kid quickly shut down Ray's high hopes, dimming that pearly grin, but that didn't stop her merciless big sister poking his rubs with her elbow - a mischievous glint in her eye.
"I'd say we're vibing right now," (y/n) joked, giggling with her husband as he wound his arms around her waist and plonked his chin on the top of her head.
"You guys don't even know what that means!"
"Sure I do," she retorted when the boy gave her that dry, exasperated look, but how could she be truly cranky when she was in her soulmate's arms?
Resting her weight against Ray, she flashed him a cunning smile, her eyes sparkling, when the besotted hero pecked her temple—much to Jeff's disgust. He'd always thought she was a pretty girl, but why did she have to choose him?
"It means we're, like, together, but not really."
"But we vibe extra hard 'cause we're actually together, right, precious girl?" Ray asked softly, lowering his mouth next to her ear. He squeezed her gently, hoping he hadn't misinterpreted something because he didn't want any of that situationship shit; she was his, and he was hers.
"Oh, definitely, Captain. I love you..."
"Aw, sweet girl. I love you, too!"
"I can't even talk to you guys..." Henry rolled his eyes as they cooed and fawned over each other, swearing they were doing it just to wind him up. Either way, it pissed Jeff off, given that it was infuriating to see his favourite pin-up, Miss Danger, in the arms of his mortal enemy, Captain Man.
As the kid rolled his eyes and grimaced, the crook pointed the skunk at them - an odd choice of weapon that had to be a first for the hero in all his crime-fighting years. Glaring at the happy couple and all their lovey-dovey romance, he lifted the creature's tail and pointed it at the trio; such was his genius.
"Well, spray hello to my little friend!" Cried Jeff, and a jet of stinky skunk spray blasted at the heroes.
Ray instantly pulled his sweet girl away and out of harm, hating to think that the foul stench would overcome her sweet perfume. Meanwhile, Henry, despite being semi-abandoned, could handle himself, instantly raising his green, glowing force field around himself. The stink ricocheted back to the criminal, hitting the back of his throat so he tasted it.
"Ahhhhh! It burns!" He screamed, seeing nothing but tears as he turned and fled to escape the foul smell.
"Classic Jeff!" Ray exclaimed with a hearty laugh, untangling himself from his beloved wife once he'd run off. They had no need to annoy him now, and the best part of the night would be the chase, nudging Henry and congratulating him on a job well done.
"Yeah, all right. We stopped the robbery, so let's get back to the Man's Nest!" But once again, the kid showed no interest in reliving their former fun, smiling weakly as he made for the door.
"Hey, kid, hang on!" (y/n) called out, getting a funny feeling in her tummy again as her hand zipped out and caught him by the arm. If only he had told her what was so obviously terrifying him, maybe she could have helped... "We've got to go chase after Jeff! You know, put him in jail!"
"No, no, no, no. Let's get back to the Man's Nest," Henry insisted, slowly edging toward the door, even as they ached to run after their enemy, who was quickly gaining ground.
"Come on, it'll be fun! Like old times! Punchin', quippin', takin' selfies!" Ray added, jabbing and kicking out at thin air to try and inspire a little action in the boy, but he didn't succeed, either.
"I don't want to take selfies!"
He glanced at his wife, looking to her for advice, but she was equally frustrated and slowly losing patience with the boy when he took her wrist and tried to yank her back to the Man Van.
"Ooh, you know what we can do? We can steal some of these bubblegum burner phones and blame it on Jeff!"
"That's just stealing, doofus, and not the point right now!" (y/n) told her husband firmly when he got a little silly and desperate, but her main focus was the stubborn kid still gripping her arm.
She looked at him with a hand on her hip, trying to work out what was up with him as her tummy tingle worsened, but it was difficult when he anxiously hopped from foot to foot.
"It's kind of a grey area, darlin'. Who's gonna know?" Ray replied jokingly, not sensing the tension in the store until his wife gave him the look. A stern, cold glance that had him buttoning his lip and looking at his shoes because he wanted to live. Henry, however, might not see another day as he avoided her firm gaze.
"I will, you big doofus, but come on!" The heroine answered curtly before yanking her hand from Henry, giving him a tired yet serious stare. "Look, kid, will you just tell us what's wrong?"
"What do you mean?" Henry asked quietly, trying to act all innocent and cute, hoping it would get her to leave him alone.
He was little Henry Hart, the boy she had known since he was thirteen. He tried to channel that when his big, wide eyes met hers, only to be met with a harsh scoff and incredulous expression.
"Oh, cut the crap. We both know you've been lying for the last few days!"
"I have not!" he argued fervently, trying to tap Ray's bicep to get him on his side.
Still, if there was one thing he'd missed during his time in Dystopia, Ray Manchester did not argue with his wife. Hardly ever, and certainly not on stuff like this. She was the boss, and he didn't mess with her—mainly because she was smoking hot when she was girlbossing it.
"You're lying right now!" The woman snapped, clutching her tummy when the tingle became painful, tugging her toward the back door like something wanted her to flee, but she wasn't done arguing yet.
"Sweet cheese, Henry, what are you so afraid of?"
The kid never got a chance to reply, and she didn't know when to run, not when shit hit the fan.
A flash of blinding light filled the store, and an explosion threw the trio off their feet. They barely had time to react when the cool, nighttime air hit their faces, telling (y/n)'s dazed brain that the door had burst open, but most importantly, they were under attack.
It couldn't be Jeff; that idiot was long gone and couldn't find his ass in the dark with both hands, so Captain Man wasn't worried about him, just the unknown. He did not know what he was up against with his vision so blurry, but his instincts told him to move--fight--kick--punch--do something to get to his sweet girl. And Henry, of course.
As their backs hit a cold, hard surface where racks of chips and candy used to hang, the hero tried to move his bulky arms, reaching for the pretty girl beside him, but it was futile.
"What the..." (y/n) muttered in a daze, but not enough to miss the bizarre contraption fixing her wrists and lower body to the wall. They were like futuristic handcuffs, glowing with powerful, blue energy that snaked around their tummies before locking their hands by their sides.
"Miss Danger!" Her doofus exclaimed, panicking slightly when he tugged on the weird restraints with his super-strength, but they didn't break. He couldn't get to her. They were side by side, yet so far and completely powerless, and that made them afraid.
Yet, the feeling of not being able to reach each other was nothing compared to the terror that ran down their spines when a sinister-looking remote-control drone flew toward them, honing in on Henry as the boy slumped against the wall, petrified and panting.
It scanned Captain Man and did nothing. It scanned Miss Danger and did nothing. They weren't its target, but Henry? It analysed his face and beeped, talking in a monotone, robotic voice that put the fear of God in the kid.
"Henry Hart located...Sending bounty hunter."
"What the actual fuck?" (y/n) spat, heart pounding and staring wide-eyed at the drone before she and Ray snapped their heads right in their friend's direction.
"I can explain..." he said slowly, not daring to look them in the eye because he knew he was screwed. It was just a matter of time before they all met horrific, excruciating ends, and it was all his fault. They were gonna die, and that was on him, but he couldn't tell them that...
"Can you?!" His beloved (y/n/n) gasped, frantically glancing between him and the drone as Ray tried to wrench free, but it was useless. "Oh, Henry, what have you done?"
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean for this to happen," the boy whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut, praying it was some sick, twisted nightmare. But no, the drone was still there, and his closest friends...well, they looked ready to throw hands.
"For what to happen? What's going on?!" Ray gasped, tugging with all his might to bust out. He wasn't the brightest, refusing to give up, but he didn't need to be a genius to realise how much shit they were in - how he couldn't reach his sweet girl to keep her safe, even if he tried.
"We need to get out of here!"
"Yes, thank you for that capital idea, Sherlock," (y/n) retorted dryly, feeling her wrists chafe as she wiggled them. "Don't suppose you have a freaky techno-key for these freakier cuffs, do you?"
"Just--just call Danger Force and tell them to get here ASAP!" Henry told her shakily, whipping his head at every entrance like he was waiting for someone to arrive, and by the looks of it, he was petrified.
She scoffed at that. She was seriously not in the mood to take orders from him. Also, what made him think they'd want to help? Those poor kids were exhausted, and this was his mess - if only he'd tell them...
"They won't come. It's their time off, Hen," she replied, but that only made the kid's eyes widen more than she thought humanly possible.
"They have to!"
"Why? Are we gonna die?" Captain Man asked causally, a light, airy, joking edge to his voice as he tried a smile - anything to lighten the situation. But, his stomach dropped when Henry glanced away awkwardly and pulled a nervous face. Did he even want to know?
"Um...no?" He tried, but it was a pretty poor attempt to say he had all those lessons on lying all those years ago in the Man Cave.
"One more lie from you, Henry Prudence Hart, and I swear to God--" (y/n) snapped, seeing straight through his anxious disposition, mainly because she was the queen of nerves. The Nervous Queen.
She invented lying through one's teeth, and her raised eyebrow and penetrating glare made Henry feel worse. He hoped the tears in the corners of his eyes helped his case, although judging by how she shook her head, it didn't.
"Call them!" He begged, using his best puppy dog eyes and shrillest voice before looking at his old boss. They winced at his volume, thinking he'd gone so high-pitched and whiny that only dogs could hear him. "Please!"
"All right, all right. Jeez..." Ray muttered, wishing to put his hands over his wife's precious little ears. He hated how she leaned away from the kid, who had really become a wimp in his time away from them. "No need to yell at my sweet girl."
Shaking his head, the hero gave his ex-sidekick a stern look—as if he hadn't had enough of those. Still, Henry couldn't complain when Ray fumbled for his PearPhone. Thanks to the freaky restraints, he was the only person with room to manoeuvre.
It took some work, but he managed it, slipping the cell out from his utility belt before calling Danger Force. They'd undoubtedly be in a foul mood when they saw it was him, but to save his sweet girl? He'd do anything.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
It was safe to say that Chapa wasn't happy. Her piercing tone shattered their eardrums despite coming through the phone's speaker, and Miles didn't shy away, either.
"You're interrupting screen time!" he bellowed, which was weird for the kid, who was usually so chill.
"Oh, my bad, D-Force!" Ray said in his usual lighthearted tone, smirking at his sweet girl and the perturbed kid, "Just, uh, that me, my incredibly hot wife, are in a little jammy jam, but don't worry about it! We'll find another way outta this!"
"No, no, no, no! We need them to help us get out of here ASA-NOW!" Henry argued, sounding even more panicked and jittery than before, earning puzzled looks from the couple. "Please, come help us!"
"Sorry! Captain Man said you guys would handle this call," replied Chapa, who had no plans to leave her snuggly blanket or the sacred sanctuary of Mika's bedroom.
"She's right, kid. This doofus did promise we'd take this call," (y/n) added, frowning when the boy ignored her soothing voice and tugged frantically on his cuffs.
"We gotta honour it. Even if it kills you," Ray joked, although he would never let a thing hurt his beloved wife, flashing her a blindingly charming smile.
"Please, come help us!" the kid pleaded again, feeling like throwing up as he got desperate. He bribed Danger Force with anything he could think of. He was shameless, promising them anything their little hearts desired as the drone's red eye focused solely on him.
"What--what do you want? Captain Man and Miss Danger will give it to you!"
"What?" The couple murmured, glancing at each other with deeper frowns as the boy shouted into the speaker, giving away privileges he didn't have.
"You want to fly the Man Copter? You want a bunch of puppies?! We'll give it to you!" He offered, neither of which sounded pleasant to Ray.
The hero could see it now; his beloved helicopter spiralling to the ground or a bunch of mammals doing their doo-doos all over his Man's Nest, and the latter seemed worse. Of course, he had the best luck, and the children chose puppies - because who doesn't like puppies?
Hell, (y/n) knew which one she would pick, already imagining a little friend for Colin. She could already picture them setting bolt right up, eyes sparkling at the thought of cuddling with adorable doggies - a lovely image only ruined by Henry's snivelling.
"Just, please, come! Please, come help us!"
"PUPPIES!" The kids cried in pure joy. Despite their morals and grand ideas about screen time, they'd do anything for puppies.
"We're on our way!" With that, they ended the call, leaving the trio alone to await rescue.
Henry's tummy was undoubtedly less choppy and churning, but his expression didn't change. He was pale and pasty as his knees shook, his back pressed to the wall in pure terror. He looked like a wimp, and giving away the Man Copter like a pound of tea? That was downright disgraceful.
"Jeez, kid. What's got your brisket in a basket?" Ray asked frostily, glancing at his old friend as he squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered.
The boy glanced at the man and then at (y/n), whose piercing gaze never left him; she was clearly waiting for an answer, and if anything, Henry was more scared of upsetting her than the monster coming for them.
But, no matter how deep he was already in, he couldn't lie to her anymore, not when she searched his face and gazed at him with those kind eyes. And when she spoke? He crumbled.
"Henry? What's wrong?"
"Okay, I gotta level with you guys," he gulped, nervously buzzing in place as Ray casually glanced around the store, ignorant of the situation's severity like usual.
"Dystopia is really scary, and I kinda messed with some things that are so evil that I can't even explain, including this bounty hunter named Blackout that literally eats people's souls."
"Bounty...hunter?" (y/n) echoed as she felt the blood drain from her face and her heart stop. Now, she partially understood his terror, having thought hunters were legends relegated to old cowboy movies and sci-fi series. What the hell had the boy gotten himself into?
"...And he's hungry for mine, so I came to Swellview because I thought I'd be safe in the Man's Nest, but he clearly found me, and he's gonna eat our souls!"
"...So, you didn't come to Swellview to see us?" Was the first thing Ray asked, his eyebrows pulled upwards to make him look all wounded and pouty.
Perhaps he missed the mark a little, but he'd never let this asshole suck out his sweet girl's soul - she was too precious for that. So, he wasn't overly worried, but he was undoubtedly hurt that his ex-sidekick ran away from his problems under the cover of a friendly visit.
"Not really the time or place, doofus," (y/n) told him quietly, still remarkably holding her nerve as she processed everything.
It was a lot to take in; death, danger, bounty hunters, and soul-sucking, but she silently agreed - it was a kick in the teeth to be an excuse. However, she'd prefer not to be in mortal danger when they were scolding the kid.
"That's what I'm hearing, sweet girl," answered Ray, giving her a look akin to a kicked puppy, even as Henry tried to smooth everything over.
"No, no, no, I did! I did!" He argued, trying to make the man-child feel better. "But I also don't want my soul to get eaten! And I needed to do some laundry...and I wanted (y/n)'s cookies..."
"Oh, well, it's nice to be wanted..." the woman retorted dryly, rolling her eyes at being reduced to a bakery and laundromat. Henry gave her a sheepish look, smiling awkwardly as he stared at his feet.
"Are you mad?" He asked quietly, knowing he'd kept a lot from her, not to mention lying to her face and demanding cookies by the dozen.
"Oh, I'm not mad, Henry..." (y/n) replied, resting her head against the wall while Ray tapped his foot against hers—he'd get what he could when they couldn't hold hands. She looked tired as her head lolled to look at the kid, firmly believing they could have worked something out to avoid this mess.
"I'm just disappointed."
Henry winced at that. He'd heard it a million times from his parents, but coming from his surrogate sister, (y/n) Manchester? It was like death by a thousand cuts to his quivering heart. He could take her being angry as a punishment, but knowing he'd gone down in her eyes? He felt like crying.
"Ooh, ouch..." Ray muttered, having been there and heard that. He felt for the kid, although perhaps not as seriously as he should've done.
"I'm sorry..." Henry whispered, not daring to look at her as his gut ached, feeling all low and nervous like he was gonna throw up. He'd never betrayed their trust like this before, and knowing what he did, he knew Ray would never forgive him for putting his wife in harm's way.
"Don't apologise now, Hen..." said the woman lowly, knowing she'd cry if he cried, and she was trying to be firm. "It's too late."
"I know... I messed up."
"Yeah, you did." She nodded, an exasperated smile as she shook her head.
Part of her wanted him to feel bad; if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have a peg digging into her spine, but he was as human as her--and she would've been a nervous wreck if she knew he was being hunted. And who hadn't told a lie before to spare someone's worry?
So, she showed a little leniency. Perhaps she was tender-hearted, but she saw no benefit in chewing him out now, not when Ray had already given him a tough time for not visiting. That could wait for when they weren't about to be murdered.
"But we've got Danger Force coming to get these things off, and when they do, I'm going slap your silly head for telling lies, young man."
"So, you don't hate me?" the kid asked as he raised his head, giving her the same wobbly smile as when they first met—full of nerves and hope like a little kid.
"I don't think we could ever hate you, Henry Hart--" Just as (y/n) gave him her warmest smile, everything went black.
The lights fizzled out like there'd been a power cut, and that's when any temporarily good feelings in Henry's tummy vanished. A childish squeak passed through his lips, glancing around their dim surroundings with wide eyes to catch any movement.
"What?" Ray asked with a slight chuckle, thinking his old sidekick looked ridiculous as he cowered like a frightened little lamb - not the almighty hero he was.
"It's Blackout, dude!" Henry gasped, suddenly wishing he could run to his mommy as the couple calmly stood beside him. But that was only because ignorance was bliss.
"Yeah, it looks like someone forgot to pay the power bill. Right, darlin'?" The hero joked, nudging his wife's elbow as she smiled and curiously looked around.
"No, no, no. It always goes dark before Blackout shows up!" The boy explained frantically, looking a bit manic as he tugged on his restraints.
"Oh, this guy can turn off lights? Oh, I'm so scared!" Ray exclaimed sarcastically - as arrogant and cocksure as usual.
"Why are you laughing?!"
"What else can he do? Unplug your amp while you're playing guitar?" He scoffed with a bright smile, which only dimmed when his dense brain suddenly realised something, making (y/n) glance away awkwardly.
"And as I say that, I realise Schwoz might have done that on purpose, that little piece of sh--"
Ray would have to take up that fight with the genius later and grill him on killing the groove. First, he would have to deal with their interrupting guest, who made his presence very well known when he kicked the door open and stomped into the store.
A heavy breath left Henry's body as his nemesis stood before him, draped in all-black robes and an imposing steel mask. He looked like Death himself, and the kid would honestly say he was petrified.
Even (y/n) gulped, not liking how this Blackout guy stood at least head and shoulders taller than her with huge hands that could snap her in two. Still, she tried to be brave, glaring at the villain as Ray confidently snorted at him, thinking he looked like a bug in that stupid helmet.
"I should never have come here," Henry murmured, a foreboding sense telling him that the fiend would leave no witnesses behind, "I'm sorry for putting you guys in danger."
"Relax, if this guy puts one finger on my sweet girl, I'll kick his ass into next week," Ray replied, puffing his chest out at the bounty hunter as he flashed a cocky grin at his precious wife.
He didn't look like much, standing there like a lemon--and his muscles weren't as big as his, and he wasn't handsome with that mask. "And this loser doesn't even have a weapon."
As usual, he spoke too soon on that one. With the press of a button on a small doohickey, Blackout summoned one of the bloodiest, craziest, and biggest weapons (y/n) had ever seen.
It was like an axe from hell, spawning blades and spikes on either end of a long, steel pole, meaning he had double the opportunity to chop heads and limbs off. And she didn't doubt that he'd use it without a spare thought.
"Okay, I'm taking that home after we're done with this guy!" Ray gasped, thinking it looked as sick as it was sinister.
"We're gonna die, dude!" But Henry just shook his head, sniffing weakly as he presumed the worst.
Unlike Ray, who imagined nothing but a sweet victory. Then, he'd move on to adoration and glory, followed by a peaceful retirement with his beloved wife and the family they would undoubtedly have. He definitely had no plans to give that up for something as stupid as dying.
"Wait, wait, wait. I'm trying to think of an opening quip..."
"Is now really the time, Captain?" Miss Danger asked quietly, eyeing Blackout, who didn't seem as idle as before now that he had his big stick axe thing.
"Sure, pretty girl. Okay, how about..." he said calmly, channelling his inner wit and doofy humour, "Knock-knock--"
"Doofus, look out!" Her warning came too late, and even if he noticed the bounty hunter owing, there wasn't much Ray could've done.
Blackout charged at him without a second thought, twirling and slamming the butt of his lethal axe into the hero's toned stomach to the sound of (y/n)'s shriek. The impact was so powerful that her doofus blasted through the wall, leaving a colossal hole beside her as Henry gulped, his mouth propped open.
"Typically, you'd say, who's there?" The hero's weak voice came, strained and squeaky, from the back room where he lay. He'd be okay, of course, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch.
"Holy shit..." (y/n) gulped as the hunter ignored his victim's cries. Instead, he expertly twirled his weapon and glanced between her and the kid, seemingly picking between his prey.
"Look..." Henry said pleadingly, despite knowing it was futile, "I'm the one you want, okay? Eat my soul, do you whatever you want to my body--just don't hurt my friends!"
"Hell, no, if Nightlight or whatever his name is wants a fight, he can have one!" The heroine argued, glowering at the villain, who she thought was such a coward.
He didn't give his enemies a fighting chance, and she tugged at her cuffs to at least try and get a swipe at him before her doom. Yet, she didn't have the opportunity because, out of nowhere, a herd of children fell from the sky.
It sounded ridiculous, but that's actually what happened. Before her and Henry's eyes, four bodies tackled Blackout from above, leaving him in a groaning heap. They blinked in surprise as Miles, Mika, Chapa, and Bose lay on the ground, wearing their uniforms, slightly winded but otherwise okay.
"You guys!" (y/n) grinned, having never been so happy to see them, even if they were slightly grumpy from the rough landing.
"Too high!" Miles groaned, having misjudged his teleportation, not that it mattered too much.
"How did you miss the floor, AWOL?" Chapa hissed as she glared and clutched her bruised ribs.
"At least we're here! We could have been in another country! Ungrateful!" The boy argued indignantly, thinking some people were unbelievably rude.
Regardless, they marched over to their fellow sidekicks and quickly freed them, ripping away the freaky handcuffs.
"Oh, my sweet baby boy, Bose!" (y/n) grinned at the boy as he gently freed her. She rubbed at her chafed wrists and hugged him before greeting her other babies, knowing she'd end up baking some thank-you cookies once they made it home.
"Hey, why are the lights out?" Asked Chapa when she didn't see the warm, snuggly hug coming, which she would never admit to enjoying. The darkness hid her rosy cheeks, but they couldn't fight blindly.
"It's Blackout! He's a bounty hunter from Dystopia--" Henry answered as they worked at uncuffing him, too, only the girl quickly turned her back on him.
"I've already stopped listening," she murmured, too busy searching for the convenience store's fuse box so she could jump the lights.
Meanwhile, Ray emerged from the back room, still bolted to the wall he'd been thrown through. He waddled into the front with a massive chunk of plasterboard on his back, looking a little stunned but otherwise okay.
"Doofus!" (y/n) exclaimed happily when she saw him standing there, his stature slightly shortened by the wall's weight. Still, he was a sight for sore eyes when the light returned, and she didn't hesitate to throw her arms around his neck.
"Are you okay?"
"Always when I'm with you, darlin'," Ray replied charmingly, wishing he could hold her in his arms and kiss those pretty lips. But he'd have to wait for when he was free, sort of a sitting duck with his wrists restrained as Blackout got back on his feet.
"Captain Man...what are you doing? Be careful!" The heroine gasped when Ray boldly toddled past her, having to walk on his tiptoes since the plasterboard threatened his balance.
Still, he wasn't about to have some emo bounty hunter dictate stuff to him or endanger his wife, so he tapped him on the shoulder. Blackout turned around, mildly impressed to see the blue and red moron still alive and glaring at him, but Ray never went down without a fight.
"Wasn't done with my quip. I said, knock, knock--" That being said, he was still an idiot.
(y/n) winced when he took another blow to the gut from that spiky axe, stumbling backwards across the room until he fell onto his ass.
"Stay away from him..." She told the villain coldly as she put herself between him and her vulnerable husband, clearly intending to fight. It was a little reckless, but she didn't care, drawing a quiet chuckle from the otherwise silent hunter.
"Sweet girl, don't!" Ray called out to her, happy to say that if he were cut down now, the last thing he'd see was her perfect butt in that skirt, but he didn't want to see her hurt.
In his mind, he wasn't worth it. He shouted at the kids to help her as Henry shook off his bonds, but the latter didn't jump into action.
"Thanks, I owe you one," the kid said to Bose and Mika with a fleeting grin before running for the door. He really was a wimp...
"What?! Dude!"
"Henry!"
"Where are you going?!" Danger Force and (y/n) shouted after him, shocked to see the formerly fearless sidekick flee.
Luckily, Chapa, having zapped the fuse box, was stationed near the door and blocked his exit, meaning he could not escape his problems this time.
"The scary guy's that way, and he's about to peel Miss Danger like a satsuma," Mika told him, pointing at where (y/n) stood with Blackout. She looked a tad overwhelmed.
Maybe it was the fact she foresaw one punch and dodged it, only to receive a sneaky uppercut, or perhaps it was how he then grabbed her by the throat and lifted the woman off her feet that gave it away. Who knows?
"Looks like she's takin' care of him..." Henry gulped, knowing he was lying to himself again when his friend was mercilessly tossed to the side like a ragdoll.
That gave the villain access to Captain Man, who quickly had to endure an excruciating beating from the axe as Blackout tried to chop him in half. Still, to look at him, Ray looked like he was merely being tickled, taking the swings and making jokes like a champ, albeit through gritted teeth.
"After I say knock-knock, you say, who's there? And I say, my fist! And then, before you can say, my fist who, that's when I say, ah!"
"Captain Man!" (y/n) exclaimed, staring through woozy eyes as Blackout tried to cleave her husband's chest again, drawing a pained grunt from him. She tried to get to her feet, a little wobbly after her little scuffle, but she was more worried about him.
"All right, I'll see you guys later. Tell Schwoz he can keep my dirty laundry..." Henry said, giving them a little wave before tiptoeing toward the door - as if he'd ever make a clean getaway.
He made it about five steps, with Danger Force running after him, before (y/n) spotted him, and her visage darkened. The kid could practically pinpoint the moment her glare pierced him, but her booming voice put the fear of God in him.
"Henry Prudence Hart! Stay right where you are!" The heroine shouted, and as she commanded, he froze. Henry shakily turned around, flanked by Danger Force's members as they shoved him away from the door and toward their boss. Their real boss - Ray could never be this scary.
She didn't have to say anything, merely crooking her finger towards herself to beckon him over. Henry's feet moved independently, slapping on the tiled floor with encouragement from Chapa's elbow. He stood before his friend, who stared at him menacingly with her hands on her hips, not knowing where to start.
"Just where do you think you're going?" she asked sternly, feeling like she'd called a child up for a telling-off in front of the entire school.
"Home..." Henry replied, barely audible as he mumbled his words.
"Louder."
"Home," he repeated, clearing his throat so she could hear him. This time, she sighed through her teeth, shaking her head. The disappointment was bitterly wounding.
"Right..." (y/n) nodded in understanding, and for a quick minute, she seemed remarkably calm. But only for a few seconds.
In the blink of an eye, she had her hand in the air before bringing it down on the nape of the kid's neck, slapping him on the back of his head as she'd promised. Each hissed word was punctuated with a slap, making him grimace as the sharp smacks rained down.
"You're. Such. An. Idiot. Henry!"
"Ow!"
"You better say ow! How could you leave us to fight this guy alone?!" The heroine said sharply, blowing on her fingers to cool them off, and she had no sympathy for his little whines.
"I don't know! I--" he tripped over his words, nervous from having so many little eyes on him. He didn't need the children's judgment. They had zero idea what it was like, so he stared at his hands, the floor, and even Ray as he received another pummelling.
"You what?! Huh? What, Henry?" But that merely made (y/n) angrier, and she glared at the boy as he failed to provide a coherent answer.
"What could be so important that you leave me, Captain Man, and Danger Force here to die? Huh?! 'Cause you said, this guy wouldn't blink twice at murdering us!"
"Dude..." Chapa muttered dryly, giving the older kid a judgy stare as he shook. She despised cowards, especially the ones who knowingly allowed kids to do his dirty work. Still, Henry just ignored her, wrapping his arms around himself like a comforting blanket.
"I can't, (y/n/n)! I just can't!"
"Why?" The woman demanded to know and stepped close to him until Henry couldn't take it anymore. His hands flew to his hair, tugging it in exasperation as his teary, bloodshot gaze met hers.
"I'm scared! Okay?! I'm scared to fight Blackout!" He cried, and they all froze. It was an unexpected outburst, and not a word (y/n) often associated with the kid, seeing him as courageous and daring, but he was just a kid.
Sometimes, it was easy to forget that - he was so young.
"He's really tough and evil and...I'm just...scared."
"Henry..." (y/n) sighed, placing her hands on his shoulders so he had no choice but to look her in the eye.
She was mildly surprised when she saw the little boy he used to be staring back at despite being so much taller now; he was still thirteen-year-old Henry Hart, and she knew him. And he knew her. "What's my number one rule?"
"Ooh, ooh! No capes!" Bose piped up, his hand in the air, as if they were back in the classroom.
"Good, but no..." She smiled at his antics, liking his enthusiasm, but shook her head. She kindly looked at the tall boy, putting her hands on his smooth, boyish cheeks and squishing them together.
"Even superheroes are allowed to be scared."
"Wow...you're really bringing that one back?" A grin broke out on his face as the simple utterance shot him back in time five years prior.
He remembered every wobble he and Ray ever had and how she was always the one to soothe their worries with the right words.
"It's true," she replied, pulling him into a tight hug and whispering... "It's normal to be afraid, but we don't just run away from the problem! So, stay here and help us fight this guy!"
"Yeah! Captain Man says you're the best superhero he's ever seen," Miles interjected, giving his predecessor a reassuring smile and bump on the arm. He was trying to be encouraging, but Henry was ever the pessimist.
"That does not sound like him," he answered, knowing Ray and his constant ridicule.
"He also says you have a surprisingly good singing voice," Bose added, making the kid smile coyly. He looked a little sheepish, his ears tinged pink, but if there was one thing his ex-boss loved, it was a sing-song, and Henry had been there for a few.
"I guess I'm all right..." he crooned, just as Blackout took another hit at Ray, slamming the electrified axe into his chest. (y/n) was anxious to go and help, turning to the boy with pleading eyes.
"Captain Man says that we're garbage, and the four of us will never measure up to one of you."
"I disagree with that, but whatever..." the heroine muttered to herself when Chapa grumbled, staring jealously at Henry because they would never be him. They would never replace Kid Danger or what he meant to the superheroes, but they didn't want to. They just wanted to make it on their own.
"I'm sure you guys are pretty tough...." replied Henry, thinking they had to have some talent - Ray wouldn't tolerate utter losers. And they had superpowers, right?
"Well, why don't you stay here, and we can show you?" Mika said, challenging the boy with a flash of her determined gaze, backed up by her twin. Even Henry couldn't help but feel fired up, knowing their support was behind him.
"Yeah, let's take this guy down together." Everyone fell silent for a minute, half-smiling at the nice sentiment and half-cringing at how sappy it was. Chapa had to stop herself from puking, (y/n) gritted her teeth, and the others winced.
"Was that cheesy? That felt really cheesy..."
"Eh...maybe a bit. Lil' bit of cheese," the woman told him kindly, trying to spare his feelings whilst Chapa didn't hold back. She shivered at the grossness of friends helping friends for the greater good and all that crap.
But the small jokes and quiet laughs soon died down when the all-too-familiar bang of Blackout's axe coming down cut through the air.
Everyone glanced back at Ray, who had sweat clinging to his temple as he endured another savage whack, and even the bounty hunter grew tired of the never-ending attack.
"Why won't you die?" He growled, hunched over to catch his breath. Obviously, the hero hadn't let slip his indestructibility.
"You ready?" (y/n) murmured to Henry, knowing she'd go for round two with that guy, whether he wanted to fight or not.
But when he turned to her, the kid had a fiery glint in his eye and a cocksure grin that she knew too well. He nodded at her firmly and rolled his shoulders, loosening everything up to take on his greatest enemy - which he should've done in the first place rather than leaving Charlotte and Jasper in danger.
"Let's ride on this fool..." Henry told her and the children, who all readied themselves for a fight.
They lined up, fists clenched and feet firmly planted on the floor; the kid and (y/n) stood hip-to-hip with two kids on either side of them, hoping their powers would actually work for once.
Immediately, AWOL thrust his fist into the air, disappearing in a flash of warm light before reappearing beside the winded villain. Before Blackout could even look up, he kicked out at his weapon, knocking it from his hand across the floor.
He backed off once he wasn't dangerous, and Volt went in, rolling across the floor as Henry and (y/n) dashed forward. The kid punched him first, and Chapa sneakily blasted him in the face with a bolt of lightning, stunning him long enough for the heroine to land a blow on his face.
"That's for hurting my husband!" (y/n) growled, hoping her rough slug stung like a bitch since he tried to slice her doofus. They went back and forth like that, punching and zapping him until ShoutOut yelled at them...
"All of you, move!" She ordered, giving the three enough time to hit the floor before she super-screamed.
The violent sound waves knocked the villain to the ground with a grunt. BrainStorm finished him off, using his telekinesis to lift him into the air and drag him across the room into Henry's force field. It was like hitting a brick wall, leaving the bounty hunter firmly incapacitated.
High-fives, giggles, and fist-bumps passed around the room as the heroes grinned, celebrating a job well done. Why the kid couldn't handle that guy in the first place was beyond them, but they didn't say anything, too proud to feel anything but pure joy.
At last, Ray broke free of the handcuffs, having used Blackout's repeated assaults to weaken them. With a final tug of his super-strength, they shattered, and he was finally freed from the damn things - including the plasterboard.
"Dooooooofus!" (y/n) exclaimed, leaving the kids by the door to run into his embrace once the man was on his feet. She threw her arms around his neck, and Ray grinned, easily lifting her up as he pecked her cheek.
"There's my girl..." he whispered, spinning around before planting her on her feet again. Their lips met gently, earning a few whistles and groans from the kids, but the couple didn't listen.
"You looked so hot when you punched that guy..." Ray muttered into her ear, grinning from ear to ear as he squeezed her waist.
"Yeah? You were watching?" She replied quietly, knowing the kids would see them whispering and make all those puking noises, but it felt like an age since she'd been in his arms--even though it was only an hour or two.
She was pleased to have emphasised her hip movements during the fight when he was watching. She could tell which asset had captured her doofus' gaze simply by how he needily nuzzled into her neck.
"Couldn't help it..." the hero answered, kissing down her neck before glancing at the crumpled villain behind her. Part of him was disappointed in himself that he hadn't protected her--left her to be thrown around by that asshole, and it fuelled his need for revenge.
"Watch this..."
(y/n) followed her hulking lover as he plodded toward Blackout, a little unsteady on his feet since he'd endured a few too many hits. Still, he loomed over the pile of black robes, glaring down at the hunter who dared to hurt his precious wife.
"Hey, Blackout..." he called to him, only to get no reply from the snoozing criminal. "What'd you get when you cross a duck with a Shih Tzu? Blackout?"
"I think he's a bit...unconscious, doof," said his wife, who hovered by his side and grabbed onto his beefy arm, loving how muscly it felt under her hands. But that wasn't good enough for the man-child, who'd missed out on his excellent quip and lost his hilarious joke.
That made him mad - furious, even - so he did the normal thing. He kicked him in the spine as if it would be a wake-up call.
"Blackout!" He hissed, booting him again, but he didn't even squeak in pain. There wasn't even a flicker of life in the guy, making (y/n) look at the kids with a panicked expression.
"You don't think he's...do you?" she asked, looking at them wide-eyed before turning to Ray. He blew out his cheeks at her, just knowing that he'd have to be the one to scrape him up off the floor and dump the body...somewhere.
"Okay, that's your one for the year," he told Danger Force, who pouted that they'd lost their privilege so quickly - and Chapa didn't even get to savour it.
Ray got his weird, spiky, axey thing, which he quickly retrieved from Blackout's fingertips. Why couldn't she mildly maim a guy?
~The Man's Nest~
The following day was a sad one.
With his fears about Blackout and instant death, Henry's brief but glorious visit to his surrogate parents was over, even if he didn't want it to be. Despite everything - the lies, secrecy and trickery - he enjoyed seeing them again, bonding with Ray like old times and eating too much of (y/n)'s food.
He felt safe, loved, and wanted again, but with age came responsibility, and that was in Dystopia - he knew that now. He knew skipping town because of a few butterflies wasn't right, so it was time to put it right. And that would undoubtedly break the old man's heart.
"Ho-kay, laundry all done," Schwoz said as he finished folding the last of the kid's freshly washed and pressed clothing. He'd nearly killed himself trying to clean the small mountain, but it was worth seeing that cheeky smile again, putting it all into a big sack for the journey home.
"Thanks, Schwoz," Henry replied, tucking his PearPhone into his back pocket after finally responding to Charlotte. She'd give him hell when he returned, but he deserved it--and she was much scarier than Blackout.
"I left a little present in the pocket of one of your pairs of jeans."
"Aw, thanks..." the kid grinned, a faint blush painting his cheeks since he wasn't used to such affection. "What is it? Like, a little piece of candy?"
"All I can say is...it's alive," said the genius, making the boy pause and give him a suspicious, concerned look. Typical Shwoz...
"What? Seriously?!"
"It was nice to see you! I love your wig!" The bald weirdo exclaimed before scurrying off, greeting Ray and (y/n) as they passed through the metal door.
The kid frowned at what he said, touching his very real hair, but he ignored it, smiling sadly at them. He hauled the laundry bag over his shoulder and tried not to appear gloomy, knowing he'd never make it to the tube if the woman cried.
"Don't forget your Nacho Ball!" Ray told him as he handed over a sack full of greasy deliciousness. Anyone could see he was smiling bravely, showing the kid his most charming smile as (y/n) reassuringly squeezed his hand.
"Whoever sits next to me on the plane is gonna hate me..." the kid joked - anything to try and lighten the mood.
"Because of the farts?" Ray sniggered, giggling with his old sidekick like children as (y/n) shook her head and sniffed. She promised herself she wouldn't cry...
"I keep telling you not to eat dairy," she scolded him, clutching the Tupperware box in her free hand like a lifeline, which she needed when an awkward silence fell over them.
Over six years together, and she couldn't remember a time when no one had something to say...
"Oh, I made you some oatmeal-raisin cookies...for the flight," she said, quickly giving him the box, and her arms fell by her sides again, watching the kid try to juggle everything. "I would say save some for Charlotte and Jasper, but I doubt they'll last that long."
"No way..." Henry laughed, tucking the precious baked goods into his bag so he could nibble on them after the Nacho Ball. A final, familiar taste of home... "Thanks, (y/n/n)."
"Y'know...you don't have to go back to Dystopia," Ray told him slowly, hoping his last-ditch attempt would change the boy's mind.
It was almost impossible and a little late to stop now, but he could at least try as he curled his arm around his wife's waist and tucked his hand into her back pocket. He needed an old, squishy friend to pat to settle his nerves.
"No, I do..." Henry replied, glancing at the floor before giving his old friend a sad half-smile, "Running to Swellview just put you guys in danger."
"Yeah, but they took care of it, right?" The hero sniffed, gesturing to the children across the room, who barely knew what day it was, thanks to the adorable distractions he'd organised.
(y/n) was unbelievably jealous. She stared longingly at the four puppies nestled in each kid's arms and wished he'd let her have one. She helped save the day...why couldn't she cuddle one?
"They sure did, dude. That's a tough group of kids you guys have there."
"It always surprises us how much grit and determination each of them has," the heroine replied, trying not to sound all babyish and pouty as she fondly watched Danger Force by their lockers.
"Right, sweet girl..." Ray muttered, wiggling his fingers in the pocket against her butt, earning a light smack on the arm before his mischievous grin fell. "...Oh my God, they're baby-talking the puppies..."
"This was so worth it!" They overheard Miles exclaim as he petted his little French Bulldog, and the heroes couldn't help but smile.
"Later, Dangers!" The kid called out to them, and Miles, Mika, Chapa, and Bose looked up from the cute creatures and grinned.
"A-buh-bye, Henwy!"
"Byeeeee!"
"Have a safe trip!" They exclaimed in silly, squeaky voices, and to Ray's exasperation, they used the puppies' paws to wave goodbye, acting as if they were talking.
So, at last, the moment had come. Henry's flight was scheduled to leave a couple of hours, and he'd stretched his time in the Nest until the last second. Now, he had to go, turning to his tearful friends with a bittersweet smile.
"Wanna hug it out?" He offered, knowing (y/n/n) wouldn't let him go without one.
"Nah..." Ray shook his head stubbornly, hating the aching feeling in his chest like someone had clawed it out. He didn't want anyone to see him cry - especially Chapa - but his sweet girl didn't care, stepping forward and pulling the boy toward her in the blink of an eye.
"Well, I do!" She cried, tightly looping her arms around the kid's waist and burying her face into his chest. "My baby's not leaving without his goodbye hug..."
"Best hugs in Swellview..." Henry whispered, savouring the warm snuggliness for a few seconds as she clung to him, nuzzling his plaid shirt.
Glancing up, he saw the moody hero staring at them, a twinkle of jealousy in his blue eyes. When Henry beckoned him with two fingers, knowing he knew more about the woman's hugs than most, it wasn't surprising that Ray's stubbornness melted.
"...Maybe just one hug." He conceded and quickly joined his wife, wrapping his arms around her and the kid so she was sandwiched between them.
Henry patted the man's back as best he could, feeling the weight of both of them leaning on his body, and whilst it was immense, he wasn't mad. If anything, he savoured it, knowing he wouldn't have it again for many months; on the other side of the world where no one cared about him the way they did.
"I'll call you when I get home," he muttered to the heroine, grunting slightly when Ray's arms tightened - keeping his two favourite people in the world right where he wanted them.
"Don't forget..." (y/n) said in a joking, warning tone, having never felt so content in a hug before, running her hands up and down the boy's back. "And when you get home, you make sure to tell Charlotte and Jasper that I'm thinking about them..."
"I will..." he nodded, imagining his friends' grins when they received her love - even if he'd undoubtedly have eaten the cookies.
"And keep yourself safe," she added, stretching the moment for every it was worth. "And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call us. Not for a second..."
"Okay, (y/n/n). Don't worry..."
"I will worry..." She sniffed, feeling the tears pricking at her eyes, even as her husband's huge chest curled around her body. "I'll always worry when my babies aren't at home."
"I'll call..." Henry promised, squeezing her and Ray one final time before when his phone dinged. "Oh--that's my Goober."
"Yeah..." He was a bit stuck, trapped by her hug and Ray's immovable, muscly arms, and even though she loosened up, the man had no intention of letting go.
"I gotta go, guys..."
"Okay..." (y/n) said quietly, trying to save her sobs for once he'd gone, but even after her arms released him, Ray remained. He was lost in the moment, his hand locked on his wrist as the kid tried to push him away.
"Ray, I gotta go!"
"Doofus!" The woman groaned, feeling his hug grow a little tighter to the point where she felt like she was being steam-rolled. "Doofus, I can't breathe..."
"Ray, I gotta go!"
Henry took drastic measures when he didn't respond again, pushing the couple away with a small, light force field. It wasn't too strong, knowing he wouldn't live another day if he hurt her, but it broke the guy out of his daydream, leaving them all tangled up.
"Yeah, yeah..." Ray mumbled, draping himself over his pretty girl as Henry shook his head mirthfully. "Get outta here! Protect that Goober rating!"
"Yeah..." He nodded sadly, looking over his shoulder one last time as his PearPhone pinged - the sign of an irate taxi driver.
The air was heavy and stagnant as he shuffled to the tube, feeling like he'd hardly been in Nest for two seconds, and now, he was leaving. But, there was one little surprise left...
"Ow!"
To his horror, when he reached into his back pocket for his phone, something bit his fingertip, latching on and not letting go. When he pulled it out, he discovered Schwoz's little present—a delightfully tiny snapping turtle, much to everyone's confusion.
"Gotcha!" An evil chuckle came across the room when the metal door rose to reveal the genius lurking behind them, kneeling on the floor in his stupid pinafore.
"Schwoz!" Ray exclaimed angrily, but the little weirdo disappeared again, giggling manically as the kid flicked the little critter away and rubbed his sore finger.
"That really hurt..." he muttered, stepping onto the tube pad with all his baggage as the hero stared at him longingly, wishing
Who knew when his next visit would be?
"Wait!"
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LITTLE MUSE FACTS.
Instructions: Fill out the questions about your muse, repost, tag as many people as you want.
1) What does your muse smell like?
Depends on the crime activity he's performed. On a non-hectic day he smells like sweets and candy corn, since he carries a few thousands of them to use as projectiles for his slingshot. If not then bomb powder and engine oil whenever he's messing with explosives and machines. Bastard.
2) How often does your muse bathe/shower?
Twice a day. One before work and another one after the daily tomfoolery. Believe it or not, he does care about looking nice and clean in front of an audience (even drinks mouthwash after his smokes so his girlfriend doesn't give him an earful!). So much so that he makes sure to use the highest quality skin care products available in the market™ (I haven't known peace ever since you sent me this, Kirm).
3) Does your muse have any tattoos or piercings?
Nuh uh! Though he does magically get a tattoo on his right arm during funny moments, say when he's wielding a rocket launcher (check rocket HUD). In true cartoon fashion it disappears in the next shot.
4) Any body movement quirks?(EX: tapping heel, shaking knee)”
When does this creature stay still. Tell me, when. Other than when it's funny. Drumming his fingers, tapping his foot when irritated/impatient and jumping in place when he's livid are amongst the HUGE list of gestures he does. He also has a bunch of fidget toys lying on his desk at all times to keep his hands busy.
5) What do they sleep in?
Gotta be those cartoony PJs you see on TV, with the night cap/mask and eye cover to top it all off (would he have slippers with his face on it? Rats, maybe? I don't know. I'll have to figure that out later).
6) What’s their favorite piece of clothing?
His hat and his cape, of course! They're the signature Noise™ combo you almost never see him without. His cape especially is handy for gliding and parrying... somehow.
7) What do they do when they wake up?
Obnoxiously loud alarm that only does its job when it's comedic because *checks name* yeah. Wake up. Big annoying stretch and yawn. Take a shower. Get a warm drink with treats or a stupidly large bowl of 99% sugar cereals that somehow exists in his place, then head off to work with whatever means of transport you're in the mood for (usually his skateboard). It's essentially your basic routine with the Noise twist added to it, and although he often leaves before the missus for his early morning broadcasts, he does make sure to do small checkups on her beforehand.
8) How do they sleep? Position?
I need you, the reader, to listen to me. Okay. It’s important that you listen to me. I am speaking directly in your ear right now. Okay. Listen. Do not invite him to a sleepover. Ever. Maybe in certain nights/once in a blue moon he's oddly still and quiet but? I cannot stress how loud his snoring can get when he finally drifts off, let alone all the turning and idiotic positions he does. Sometimes it gets so bad he finds himself upside down in bed or even face-down on the floor. Good lord.
9) What do their hands feel like?
Surprisingly soft! At least not entirely considering the myriads of schemes they're involved in, but also not so rough that they're completely worn down, either. To no one's surprise his grubby hands often steer trouble in a multitude of ways, yet through the sheer power of cartoon physics he can just. Look bruised and battered on cue, then completely fine in a few minutes.
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Tagging: I DON'T KNOW I'M PRETTY SURE REINA TAGGED THE WHOLE WORLD
#◜ 🍰 . dash games ◞#◜ 🍰 . headcanons ◞#// I've yet to recover from that Noid Gift Set fuck you Kirm /lh
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guess what, it’s chip anon. IM IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD
i have an update on the last thing i sent to u — all is resolved ! like i said before , i’m on the aromantic spectrum so it’s very rare for me to get crushes - so when my friend heard i got a crush , she was just trying to be supportive , but also didn’t know what to do . ty for ur advice too , because i did use it ! <3
putting that aside , i have chips again !! i also found myself time to watch gotg today (finally) so today has been fulfilling . also like , i haven’t read ur fanfictions / fanfic in general in a hot MINUTE cuz i’ve been busy . but now i got free time and i’m going to spend my time reading ur fics and eating chips . pretty relaxing if u ask me
sorry for the long ass ramble again , it’s probably obvious but i have adhd and i also have a huge problem with ranting LOLL
have a good day tumblr user raccoonfallsharder u are what keeps my rocket hyperfixation standing
my crispy golden little chip!!! it makes me so happy to know that you are so happy right now! i am so glad things worked out with your friend. i feel like sometimes friendships can become even stronger after something like this -- like you know each other better, and you know you can safely talk through your feelings and understand each other. i'm so glad for you ♡ this seriously makes my heart so fuckin happy ♡♡
i am so grateful we live in a world and a time where you have been able to have chips, watch gotg, and catch up on some highly-questionable reading lol
your "rants" and "rambles" are never a problem for me so come back any time, lil chip nonnie ♡♡♡ and may the rest of your day be full of tasty chips & happiness & good reads in sunbeams
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now that i've S-ranked every stage in the DLC and also completed the map, just have some final junk thoughts from the sonic frontiers dlc (plus me raving some more about the music) before i move on to another game :)
i know i mentioned that playing as amy is the best out of the new playable characters, and i still stand by that opinion, but MAN is tails' MAX rings cyclone flying ability fun as FUCK. like, i kind of have a hate-love relationship with it. on one hand, who the hell doesn't like flying around the island at max speed? like, oh, there's something all the way over there, let me just ZOOM right over in a few seconds!! AND the fact that you can control its height unlike knuckles' flying is just insanely cool. on the OTHER hand though, yes it cheapens tails' flying ability because honestly once you get the cyclone ability, you don't even have to do any of the set-paths that the game wants you to follow to get to the map kocos or skill kocos. you can just fly up to them and boom, didn't have to do the set path. which is kind of sad because those can be really fun and satisfying to complete, so what i'd end up doing was get to the area where the map koco would be, and instead of just flying up to it, try to follow the path and get the map that way to not just suck the fun out of the entire thing
but also, that one M-puzzle where it lit up 3 or 4 red beams of light all across the island and you had to reach all of them under a time limit??? MAN i think that was my favorite puzzle of all!!! i first bumped into that one when i was playing with amy, and at first i thought i was gonna have to come back to it with sonic since i didn't think i'd get another character that would be as fast as him (also didn't have the spin dash ability yet since this was early in the game). but holy shit once i unlocked that ability and saw just how fucking fast you could fly around the island (skells from xenoblade x my beloved), i immediately went back to that puzzle and just completed it as tails. just so damn awesome!!
and SPEAKING OF the spin dash....wow. amy, knuckles, and tails may not be as fast as sonic, but they become just as fast as him with this skill. and i can't believe i went through the entire main game without using the spin dash more often. spin dashing around the island and abusing the hell of its physics was just something that never got old, even in the sonic stages. i don't think i ever used the fast travel with the portals since i mean....spin dashing everywhere the island is just like a damn dream come true: it's always something i'd do in sonic adventures' mystic ruins but at a smaller scale, but this time? the ouranos island is fucking huge and gorgeous and then with that beautiful music playing in the background and just rolling around everywhere at high speeds AAAAAAAAAA this game is honestly just the perfect sonic game!!!!!
i think i already talked about this earlier but the new stages were super fun and actually challenging to S rank, unlike the main game. there were some i wasn't too fond of (like that one where sonic's speed as "gears"?? what was that lol) but overall they were a joy to replay over and over and try to bring my time down. i think my favorites were definitely 4-A (with the rocket boosters and beehive-looking things) and 4-B (the one with the hologram tails and the falling platforms).
the music. GOD how does sega keep doing this!!! every single new character theme is just so on fucking point, but i gotta say amy wins this one as well: there's something just so hauntingly beautiful about her theme that just honestly fits the overall mood of the game. but honestly, all just so good. i neeeeed to get my hands on the ost, especially since i'm late to the party and realized that now they have a GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL AMAZING remixed version of the windy and ripply (emerald coast 2) song AKA a song so dear and beloved and nostalgic to my heart that just thinking about it makes me want to cry tears of joy. like, running around the islands with that music playing in the background is just so freeing and beautiful and exciting that just makes you feel glad that you get to experience a sonic game like this.
oh shit got sidetracked talking about this game's overall out-of-this-world soundtrack again um um um what else. i mean, i really don't know what else to say except frontiers just knocked it out of the park and surpassed my expectations in every single way possible. as i was playing the game and would just be exploring the island and completing puzzles/paths, i'd just keep saying to myself "this game is fucking amazing" every once in a while. sega just fucking nailed the 3d sonic formula and any doubt i had about an open-world sonic game was just thrown out the window: i couldn't stop thinking about this being a MUCH larger, more fun, and more gorgeous version of running around mystic ruins than i could have ever imagined, and it's exactly the type of exploration freedom that i had been itching for in a sonic game.
and it goes without saying that sega bringing back amy, tails, and knuckles as playable characters was just soooo fucking good and refreshing to see, and my god did they do them justice. last time they were all playable was, what...sonic adventure?? really?? like, holy crap. sonic frontiers really was a love letter to 3d sonic games and ughhhh i just can't stop saying good things about it. EVERYONE NEEDS TO PLAY THIS GAME!!!
anyway!!! can't wait to see where the sonic 3d series is headed after this, but for now, time to wait for sonic superstars (holy shit that's soon!!!) since that looks fun as hell too, and that's me saying it as someone who prefers 3d sonic vs 2d sonic!
#junk#sonic the hedgehog#sonic frontiers#woke up too early and can't go back to sleep so perfect time for me to rave about this game yet again!!!!
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GET TO KNOW THE MUN !!!
NAME. Sabine/Saby
PRONOUNS. she/her
BEST EXPERIENCE. I had many good experiences, I couldn't just name one without feeling like I don't do the others justice by not mentioning them as well. And while my memories of being part of tumblr multi-fandom rpc's are somewhat bittersweet now, but I wouldn't be here writing if a friend didn't convince me into it back then.
PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION. I definitely prefer to plot and discuss ooc things on discord. tumblr's IM's are fine for quick small things and to get to know each other for a bit before exchanging discord, but I find the small chat window impractical for in-depth discussions.
MOST ACTIVE MUSE. Krang. He was my blob boy back then and he still is the main character on this blog for me. As a multimuse, my moods and interests may shift around, but there's always room for Krang if I'm here to post around.
EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS. On tumblr, it's about 10 years? Maybe 11? I have no concept of time tbh. I wrote already on a different site before, which is about 17 years ago, but it was all in german. With that plenty of experience you'd think I'd know better than to repeat certain mistakes over and over but alas
RP PET PEEVES. Definitely anything drama-related. Coming on my blog to have fun and seeing someone declare war on someone else ooc on my dash without any tags on it is a huge turn-off for me and often ruins my own mood. In that same vein, I can't stand callout culture. Forcing people into a 'me or them' situation because you don't like that person they rp with, is bullshit. Ask them to tag their blog and blacklist the tag, problem solved. I want to unwind here and have fun in my little sandbox, not to become the president of the united states.
Also, vague posting and the inability of people to talk about their issues? If you have a problem with a partner, talk to them?? How people prefer to vague-rant about their partners over actually trying to solve the problem, while actively doing a hobby that requires writing with other people is honestly beyond me? If you can't handle the stress of writing with people, then why do you engage in a writing hobby with said other people?
Note here, I prefer people come forward to me if I did something wrong, even though I have severe social anxiety myself. Partners talking to me about shit I did is a LOT of stress to me, but I don't just block and run. I listen and I acknowledge it. And I try to do better. I can only learn to righten mistakes and get better at handling my social anxieties when I actually deal with it instead of running away. It's not rocket science. Does my pulse race and I get all sweaty and uncomfortable? Yes. But I feel a lot better having a problem solved afterward than having it linger around forever and the constant trash-talking behind each other's back like pre-schoolers.
PLOTS OR MEMES. Both? Both is good. There have been instances where I received prompts that left me a little clueless on what to do with them, and in other instances, I wrote up a whole starter for a potential fun plot from a received prompt alone. Memes can lead to interesting situations and are good ice-breakers. The trick is to pick the right muse/s and the right prompt. It's definitely a hit or miss, but I DO like prompt memes.
Plotting helps to solidify the chemistry between the muses through it all and to not suddenly run into a dead-end. How a muse will react to option A or option B, where they actually are, and if there will be any potential NPC. But I'm not into plotting things out from A to Z. There are always variables and it sucks to run into a situation in the plot that actually feels out of character for your muse to do, just to keep the plot going. It takes the fun out of writing a story for me.
I like to have a little freedom in a moderately plotted thread.
It helps to just talk about the muses with a partner, to find a common ground. Maybe both muses mourn about losing a beloved one, both muses have lost everything and need to rebuild themselves up from the ground. I don't like people coming to me and ask me right away if I have 'any ideas for a plot'. My brain usually goes into static mode right away. I prefer people just asking about my muses or telling me about theirs to hit off with a plot.
LONG OR SHORT REPLIES. Definitely long to medium in length.
I don't mind short, light-hearted shenanigans to get in the writing mood, but they usually get on the longer side very fast lmao. I just like to set the mood and describe my muse's processings, but it is also important to me to include my partner's muse into it. So it gets inevitably long very fast.
I don't expect my partners to match length.
But if a reply feels very lackluster with many errors and little content to work with, I am likely to ask for a change or ask to drop it if the mood for it seems gone.
ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES? Not really. I mean, there are bits and pieces that resonate with me. Like Shredder's anger. I won't lie, I am a very spiteful little goblin and I can get angry about anything and everything. I am not as vengeful tho, I let go of things that pissed me off eventually. I am also very insecure about myself and the things I do, so I can relate to Krang's hidden insecurities. It's really more about relating to them than really seeing myself in them in any way or capacity tho.
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Do you have any headcannons for james? :oo like his backstory or his home life or his dynamic with Jesse?
YES ok scooch over we’re sitting on a bench right now
the thing about him is that his backstory has a lot of holes in it, because theres a considerable gap in context from the point where he ran away from home, joined poketech and whatever happened during and after the bike gang so like.
when he ran away since its ambiguous in the show, say for whatever sense of realism we have here, that he was around 12 or so. ended up in a small kanto town and spent about two years finding whatever he could to survive, laying low and making common with the ppl in the town and stuff. he was technically too young to get a job but he got some money through favors and stuff like that, ended up going to poketech through connections with families of the school superiors
(idk what poketech is technically supposed to be because it makes no sense with how its explained in the show, so for the sake of this . lets say its a slightly pretentious normal high school sorta place HEGAH)
ages 14 to 17 were spent in poketech, and he met jessie there. in detention 💔.
they were actually pretty wary of eachother for a while and didnt talk before that because they’re both outcasts in opposite directions and stuff yknow.
they had both gotten in trouble for something mundane probably idk, i imagine the rules at poketech were pretty strict. they ended up talking for a little, bonding over whatever landed them there in the first place. its canon that they were very good friends through the rest of their time there, they both kinda figured themselves out in terms of like identity and stuff through poketech and the bike gang, and by the time they got kicked out they were basically inseparable.
bike gang was weird and they kinda got split apart because of separate issues in their lives, and ended up having a huge argument of some sorts. every story thing after that is explored in the show so yeah! rocket training meeting meowth and yadda yadda
basically like jessie and james together are so weird and nobody except meowth really understands it, they fight like they hate eachother but not really because every time the trio sleep they all end up in a pile, they’re in the outward seeming limbo of best friends and eachothers first on their Most Annoying Person On Planet Earth list.
they don’t usually have to talk in full sentences or even at all to fully understand one another, they do it with meowth too. they have full conversations just by looks sometimes
and stuff like when james is up too late hyperfixated on something or whatever jessie usually pressures him into sleeping. they’re both pretty awkward with affection so it shows in ways like that, relieving of emotional stress such as taking on jobs the other cant deal with for the day, making plans around all the team to rest if they’re sick, stuff like that.
james’s dynamic with jessie is complicated, he appreciates her a lot as a friend and understands her mood swings and aggressive energy better than mostly everybody else on earth, shes the only person who can actually get on his nerves, basically they hate eachother they’re best friends they’re gay married they’re divorced they’re in financial debt they have ten thousand dollars on their arrests combined. lol
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Kylie Minogue - Tension
Album number sixteen from Australian-born pop singer-songwriter featureing contributions from Oliver Heldens and Lostboy
7/13
In a 2021 interview with BBC Radio 2, Kylie Minogue was asked about the sound of her then in-the-works 16th album. Coyly, as if about to upset her legions of fans, she revealed it would be built around TikTokcore… No, of course not, she said electropop, the scene of her greatest achievements. Eyebrows were not raised. In fairness, as is her occasional wont, the relatively restless pop legend recently drifted away from her musical bread and butter, with 2018’s country-inspired Golden and 2020’s Studio 54-indebted Disco, adding, well, disco to the sonic mélange.
So it’s chiefly back to the electropop of Fever, X and Aphrodite on her new opus Tension, an album given an almighty boost by the undulating meme generator, Padam Padam, her best lead single since Slow 20 years ago. That the sweaty, sex-positive anthem eventually shimmied its way into the UK Top 10 – her first time there in a decade – despite Radio 1’s initial reluctance to playlist a 55-year-old woman, speaks not only to the song’s Can’t Get You Out of My Head-esque hypnotism, but also to Kylie’s enduring ability to tap into shifts in the cultural mood. While her recent singles – Golden’s Dancing and Disco’s Say Something – mused on death and enforced separation respectively, Padam Padam leans into our collective need for some post-pandemic frivolity.
It’s a feeling that courses through Tension’s 11 songs. The playful title track mixes huge 90s house riffs, the odd vocoder embellishment (including an incredible bit where her treated voice elongates the phrase “call me Kylie, don’t imitate”) and at least three different choruses. Like Padam Padam, the song is hot, heavy and primarily controlled by Kylie’s deepest desires: “Almost there, touch me right there,” she demands at one point. On Vegas High, she muses, “make my eyes roll back when I feel that Vegas high”, as synths strafe laser-like around her.
Dubbed SexKylie in the early 90s for daring to grow up into a woman who prioritises pleasure, Kylie also knows her audience enjoy her ability to find joy in situations that aren’t so heady. The excellent, synth-slathered Hold On to Now is loaded with confusion and mentions lonely heartbeats – “Baby, what are we holding on to?/ Baby, where do we want to run to?” – but the unknown is quickly romanticised into a gift rather than a curse. “We’ll figure it out somehow, keep holding on to now,” she sings as a propulsive New Order-esque bass riff drives things forward. Things We Do for Love, meanwhile, opts for seizing the day (“so just kiss me here right now, we’re running out of time”) over an explosive pop tornado that recalls vintage Xenomania, all featherlight electronics on the verses, hints of guitar throughout, and then a sudden sonic whoosh that rockets the chorus skywards.
It’s when she strays away from Tension’s core sound that things unravel slightly. Both Hands and Green Light – two of the three songs on the album not to feature Kylie on the songwriting credits – dip into funk and disco territory (the former also, questionably, has some light rapping). While neither are awful, they feel like they’ve sashayed in from another album. They also slow the album’s frenetic pace (there are no ballads), offering the option for a quick breather when all you really want to do is rejoin the sweaty throng on the dancefloor.
While the penultimate 10 Out of 10’s hi-NRG mix of 90s house and 00s Europop fits nicely in context, the closing Story opts for something darker. “I had a one-way ticket that was going nowhere,” Kylie softly sings in the first verse, later adding: “Everything is fun until the walls come closing in.” The excellent middle eight, meanwhile, continues to show flashes of a side we’re not always privy to: “I was fighting the dark light/ Raging hard on the inside.” Just when it feels as though our protagonist is spiralling into irredeemable depths, Kylie, as she does, reels us all back in with a transcendent, glitter-bomb chorus: “You said, turn another page/ Baby, take the stage/ You know the stars are coming out for you.” The closing repeated mantra of “you’re part of my story” suggests she’s talking directly to her loyal fanbase; a stable presence during times of turbulence.
In this view, Tension is quintessential Kylie. As deep or surface-level as you need it to be, it offers both a carefree escape from reality while also remaining emotionally available. It’s an album packed full of gleaming choruses, gold-plated melodies and Kylie’s uncanny ability to make love and loss shimmer with possibilities.
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I did write the last post and it was regarding more Max and War and they didn't want me to sign it. We have several things happening here in Charlotte county there is a big battle going on it's between trumpsters and bja and it was started in the park and the BGA group left and had the idiot come back and the idiot made a big mess and he got himself in big trouble and they're having a battle all over the place and they're fighting over the sheriff and the police department over the mall and over eateries and jobs you name it and they're getting arrested everywhere and hauled in and they're going to be greatly reduced they don't want to let any of them out so far I picked up like 200,000 in Port Charlotte and punta Gorda and there's not that many left really there's like 3 million people and they had like 700,000 last week this week I think they have 400,000 and so now they have 200,000 left and they're going around doing stuff and soon they'll be out and others will be here John remillard is hiding in the apartment and Terry cheesman and the issuing warrants and they're going to try and pick them up and their son is trying to stay here because people see the attitude and what they're doing he's waiting for people to come pick these people up really they don't really plan to the clones might
Several other things are happening Charlotte county sheriff they fired 50 this morning bring it to 300 and they're holding it and that's an effort but they seem to be holding it and then with the punta Gorda police they fired 10 more this morning and the two were not the ones fired so he's hollering at them about it and then ask him why he's saying that and stuff so he's getting the treatment that he got for our son and these two are major criminals doing it and really it's payback. It's a huge deal for them too continue to harass him right in the face of getting shot and killed permanently. It's because they feel invincible or something
-Shaw county workers were laid off and really it's part of the problem but it is part of the solution they were about $3,500 last week and I laid off 500 and held it they let a 500 more this morning and it's a rather noisy
-city workers in punta Gorda there were 2,000 they laid off 1,000 last week held it the other 500 this morning and they're holding it
-Port Charlotte 3500 workers last week they fired around 2000 and held it in this morning they let off laid off 500 so there's a thousand left and it's kind of hellish
-government workers aside from these higher-ups we're at 4% they laid off around 2% and it remains a little bit less than 2% and there's a lot of bitchiness and they're not doing anything the public works and planning department and building department and one of the last bastions that they have and they're holding it by force so they're getting rid of all of it to get rid of these out of the building department and it's stupid thing they want to do this plan whether it's going to be annihilated we gained a lot of territory because of it we're out there in the Midwest and we got a half of the third that was remaining and tonight we're going for the entire other half we're going to use brute force and they'll probably evacuate but so what we're tired of it they're going to get out it floods and floods just have to go up the street.
-his people have contingency plans for him including Colin Ken and getting a place up there and and more temporary place a hotel and we have other news Stan has lost 4 million out of the 5 million remaining ships and it's pretty much an impressive mood piss her mood
-there's a lot of rocket science going on all these guys are talking math it's kind of good because really they don't have it and they're playing on leaving that's their math and they probably have to leave they're being asked to all the time and right now there's 100,000 at the end of rain all the way up to a trillion on the outer ring it's huge and there'll be annihilated in a moment and they're also going after other people who are planning to do it and they're hitting pockets of them now all over Florida and they are planning on beating is 10 trillion at the nine points and they're going to wipe them out in a moment and they're going to keep wiping them out until they stop coming they don't want them here.
-The shield is crept up and it is all around Australia it has been but it is a lot more prevalent than it was more powerful and they put newer ships there and they mean business and they're moving the older ships out to the Philippines and Malaysia and they're covering that area they have half of it they're also increasing it in the United States over DC it's extending up to New York in about one day it'll be at the city The shield is at about 50% of large city areas on Earth and it's going to increase there are a few other things happening the giant fleet of Tommy f is disembarking from the planets that it's around and they were not allowed to scan or go close and small ships were destroy the whole time and they're coming this way and they're wanting the empire and foreigners to get out of the way in certain areas and they are livening up their Stone ships and they have five. They also have a fleet of stone chips of about 10 million that are 100 MI and 20 million that are 30 mi and 40 million that are 5 MI that's a huge fleet and the empire and the foreigners are speaking and we are too and he sent a message he says and with her and she wrote it and it says you cannot have those planetoids active if they're fleet attacks your fleet and hours and there's are insufficient the counter if those planetoids fire and we must get all the ground bases and they said we are in deep s*** because that's the math and they thanked him and it was a nightmare for them but it really straightens it out if those tweets attack and they start losing and that's all he has left cuz they're mobilizing all of it in a few hours they say and they said this that's good to know so they're mobilizing everything and they're grabbing all the ships they can Stan will be out of all of them and they're going underground and foreigners are two and they're defeating off all these retards including the clones. It's quite a sight to watch these idiots fall they're dumb mouth going I mean it's really ugly with their like they're very mean and they shouldn't be cuz they're very incompetent but they're afraid so they try to encounter with it there's a huge war going on momentarily but we have enough it's about the size of both of their fleets and we have some juggernauts and nobody knows it and they still won't but we do have it covered and with a false flag we are going to war with them and it is going to be a big one in space and it's very needed stuff it's now being activated by Max there's about 40 ground bases that they're alive and they are going to lay into them pretty hard and the morlock this wild card they're going after ships and they're trying to take them and they did say to the empire the power down the shield over Australia after something there and we think it's a big ship they want to take out so the empire is saying no and they can reverse The shield but the warlock May fire on them so I think they might move aside for a little and just deflect things if they are fired and the thinking of that's not a bad idea you'll have to fight the empire so you can think about that more luck
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Episode Ten: Miracle on Sam Street
“Who could that be?”, Bricklebaum asked.
“I’m not sure”, said Madame Vaneau. “Should I go and see?”
“Don’t let them in if they want our bounty”, Guy reminded her.
Madame Vaneau slowly approached the front door. Three more knocks were made. “Just a moment!”, she shouted. She waved her arm to let everyone else know to stay concealed until she was finished.
Then she opens the door.
Standing on the front porch was a man in a black suit. He wore a beige trench coat.
“Carolyn Vaneau?”, he asked.
“Yes. Who are you?”
“I work with Mayor McGerkle.” He shows his badge. “I wanted to know if you knew the whereabouts of the fugitives.”
Oh no!
Caught in some nasty scum
Uh….
Just play dumb!
“Why fugitives?”
Not that dumb!
“Don’t you mean what fugitives?” The suited man raised his eyebrow suspiciously.
Drat, Vaneau said, mentally kicking herself. “Umm, yes. Sorry. I’m just so tired.”
“Well? Have you seen them?”
“That depends. Is there a reward?”
“Uh…no.”
“Then no.” She tries to close the door, but the man holds the door open. “Sir, please! I live alone!”
“The mayor-needs to-see them!”, he strained as Madame Vaneau fought with him over the door.
“Tell her-they're not-here!”
“It’s about-those-crooks!”
Vaneau stops struggling. “She’s seen them?”
“Yes. They came into her quarters and threatened her life.”
“And forced her to make a fake arrest warrant?”
“Yes.”
Madame Vaneau opens the door again. “Are you wired?”
“No, ma’am”
She stops to think.
“All right. They’re here, but no tricks.”
“You have my word.”
She lets him in.
“Okay, everyone! It’s safe!”, Madame Vaneau shouted. Very slowly, all her guests peeked out from the rooms they hid in.
“Who’s that?”, Guy asked.
“One of the mayor’s men.”
“Why’d you let him in? She sold us out!”
“Yeah! I thought you were on our side!”, Cindy complained.
“It’s okay. He’ll explain.” Vaneau looks around at everyone except- “Are Sam and Gluntz still upstairs?”
“Yeah”, Guy answered.
“Well, go get them. They need to be here for this too.”
——
When Guy got upstairs, he found the crazy couple kissing on the bed. Thankfully, he didn’t interrupt anything too…you know.
My goodness! Were you really about to go there?!
(someone whispers off to the side)
Okay, okay. I’ll stick to the script.
“Hey, you two!”
They break up their session. “Goodness, Guy! Don’t scare us like that!”
“Seriously!”
“Sorry. We need you two to come downstairs.”
“How come?”
“One of the mayor’s bodyguards is here. He’s got a message for us.”
The couple gets out of bed. It took Gluntz a good moment to stand up straight. Her baby bump was protruding more prominently.
Once downstairs, the bodyguard, who was named Hansel Drosselmeyer, dictated Mayor McGerkle’s message.
After he finished, the group exchanged glances of varying moods.
“I had a feeling that was the case”, Pam said.
“Why didn’t we make sure they were taken care of?”, Grinch asked, facepalming.
The sounds of the riot were still going strong.
“Where’s the mayor now?”, Pam asked.
“Still held up in her quarters. She also said those three criminals just left, claiming they had something huge planned.”
“What does that mean?”
“Not sure.”
“Did you happen to see where they left?”
“No. I was helping my fellow bodyguards to stop everyone from throwing bricks at town hall. Then there was this revving sound like an engine. Everyone thought it was Mr. Grinch escaping in his rocket sleigh again, then they all headed toward Mt. Crumpit.”
Pam turned to Grinch, who looked mortified.
No one tried to straighten anything out. They knew Hansel was just the messenger and it’s not like he could calm down an angry mob. The Whos had an overabundance of Christmas spirit, but nobody deserves to be robbed, and this time, it was done purely out of petty spite that they played absolutely no part in.
Then suddenly, Grinch had an idea.
“I’ve got something, but you’re probably not gonna like it”, he said.
“What is it?”, Donna asked.
“I was thinking maybe I could actually use my sleigh, fly out and find those three menaces. If they still have the stolen goods, I can take them and return them to their rightful owners.”
“And how do you know if you won’t be taken away to be…?” Guy finished that question by dragging the back of his finger across his throat.
“Guess I won’t know until I get there.”
“I’ll go with you”, said Pam. Everyone was looking at her now. “You gotta have someone to cover your back, right?”
“Yeah. I do.” Grinch smiles at Pam. She does the same thing right back at him.
Sam whispers something in Gluntz’s ear, which causes her to giggle.
“What’s so funny, you two?”, Pam asked.
“Oh, nothing. Just a little in-joke”, Sam answered.
“All right then.”
“Wait a second! I have an idea too!”, Cindy rang out.
“What is it, Cindy?”, her grandmother asked.
“How about me, E.B. and Looka go into town and get everyone back on our side?”
“And just how are we supposed to do that?”, E.B. inquired.
“I figured since the three of us aren’t being arrested, everyone in town would probably hear us out. Maybe we can even get Groopert, Axl, Izzy and Ozzy to help us.”
“It seems a little risky, sweetie”, said Donna.
“I know, Mom, but I have a good feeling it’ll work.”
“Still, it’s too big of a chance to take. Believe me, I’d love nothing more than for things to go back to normal, but I can’t risk you and the rest being taken away.”
“Exactly. We’ll have to come up with another way”, said Michellee.
“You didn’t even hear my full plan first!”, Cindy yelled.
“Please don’t shout”, Madame Vaneau said calmly.
The child lowered her head. E.B. gently patted her friend’s shoulder. “Can’t you at least hear the whole thing first?”, she asked again.
Donna and Michellee look at each other, having a mutual understanding of their respective daughters being a tad overconfident, if not outright foolhardy. Donna more so since it’s her little girl who has the plan.
“Okay. Tell us.”
“Well, me and my friends’ll go out into town square, ringing bells like those charity people. That way people will listen to us. Then, once we have their attention, the three of us will explain everything.”
“It could hypothetically work”, said Pam. “There’s just one problem.”
“What is it?”
“That could be exactly what they want: to have you out in the open for the taking.” She caps off her sentence by clenching her fist dramatically.
“Yeah… Michellee’s right. We should come up with another way”, said Donna.
“Actually”, Gluntz interjected. “It could work. They’ll just need someone on the sidelines to watch them in case something does go wrong.”
“But who’s gonna be willing to do that?”, Grinch asked. “All of us are under a microscope and there’s no one in town on our side.”
“Leave that to me.”
“How? You’re wanted too!”
“Yeah, Gluntz. Please don’t sell yourself out like that”, Sam said, his voice full of worry.
“It’s okay, Sam. I know no one’ll hurt me.” She smiles confidently, then lowers her gaze down toward her belly.
“Oh right. Of course.” But Sam still wasn’t entirely convinced yet. “I don’t think those baddies will go easy on you though.”
“That’s why Pam and Grinch will be watching us from above in the sleigh.”
“But- It’s just-“, Sam stuttered. “I just want you and the baby safe.”
“And we will be. I may be pregnant, but I’m not helpless.”
Sam grins like a dope. He then leaps forward and hugs her. “Oh, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
While those two were being cute, everyone else tried to formulate new positions in the plan.
“If you don’t mind, Mr. Grinch, I could offer some help in the sleigh. You know, help get it into the air, be your mechanical engineer, all that jazz”, Guy suggests.
“Sure, if you’re up to it.”
“I’d like to join in too”, said Michellee. “I’m not gonna shy away from danger if I can help it.”
Then Donna says, “That’s funny. You never really struck me as someone who’d stare in the face of danger.”
“I agree”, said Bricklebaum.
“Oh, please. I once jumped on the tops of cold-air balloons as they were taking off.”
“While I was cuffed to her”, E.B. included.
“That’s right. Also, just a few months ago, I helped Pam fight off Zookian guards even though I was going into labor.”
“Remember that as clear as day”, Pam remarked.
“You see? My wife’s got a knack for action just as much as the rest of us”, Guy stated. He gave a reassuring smile to Michellee.
“I didn’t have such doubts, but she’s welcome to take to the air with us if she wishes”, said Grinch.
Sam rang out, “Then I’ll don my jumpsuit and keep a watchful eye from the rooftops. Just in case anything goes wrong, I can swoop down and offer assistance.” He glances at Gluntz and continues, “I need to make sure both my babies are safe.”
“But, Sam, what about your hand?”, E.B. asked concerned.
“It’s nothing too bad. At least I have nine more fingers”, he answered, trying to sound optimistic.
Meanwhile, there was the sound of an explosion from overhead. It was almost like the Whos established a demolition setup in Mt. Crumpit.
Grinch cringes as he draws a breath through his teeth. “We’d better get ready.”
And so, the teams were set
To save Christmas once again
They cleared the room
And prepared themselves in their dens
Sam was scared to let Gluntz
Expose herself in her condition
But he knew her mind made up
And she didn’t follow any tradition
Grinch led everyone who was going out into town to the spot at the base of the mountain. Back in Madame Vaneau’s house, she, Donna, Judy and Bricklebaum offered to lay low with Guy Jr., Buster and Bean while Hansel stood guard for extra protection. As they walked, Michellee kept glancing over her shoulder as maternal instinct was welling up inside her.
“He’ll be okay”, Guy assured her.
“I know he will. But will we?”
Guy stopped walking to look Michellee in the eyes. He placed his hands on her shoulders “Look at me, Michellee.”
“I already am.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you or E.B. In my wedding vows, I promised to be a good husband to you and father to E.B. and now Junior. Now’s the moment I truly prove that to you. I love you so much. I always will.”
Michellee felt her heart skip a beat. “I love you too, Guy.” She leans forward and kisses him. “Now let’s go save Christmas.” Guy smiled at her cheesiness. They continued following the group until they stopped at the stone wall of the mountain.
——
After looking around to count everyone in the party and making sure there were no more or less than eight people excluding himself, Grinch pulls aside a curtain that was designed to look like the sedimentary rock around it and reveals a garage door.
“This is my secret workshop”, he said. “After I used my sleigh, I stored it away in here.” He then plucks a key from under a nearby stone and unlocks the door. It was awfully dark in there until Grinch flicked on the lights. The sudden change in luminosity made every shield their eyes. Once adjusted, they all took a good look around.
In the center of the garage, there was a rocket powered sleigh hidden under a moth-eaten tarp. Said moths were now fluttering around the lights overhead. On the wall to the left was a pegboard with all of Grinch’s tools and a workbench with a vise, a blowtorch and a face cover beside it. To the right was a chalkboard covered in a layer of both chalk and dust. If you look hard enough, you could see some numbers still written on it. As for the atmosphere of the garage, while it was cold outside, it was sweltering inside.
“I’ll keep the door open a smidge to cool the place down a little”, said Grinch.
“That’ll work”, said Pam.
They all stepped inside. The workshop was a lot bigger once they were actually in it. Only now did they notice the refrigerator and couch on one side and mini lab on the other in the back.
“Well, let’s get to work.”
Over the next hour
They tinkered and toiled
With flush determination
To get Christmas un-foiled
The angry mob from above
Muffled their hammering and welding below
With just the sleigh needing more attending to
They were almost ready to go
Grinch popped open the hood of his sleigh. He removed the old solenoid from inside.
“Pam, you still got that other solenoid?”
“Sure do.” She pulled the doodad from her pocket and handed it to him.
It sparked as he put it in place.
“Good. Now we just need to put a coolant in the engine to keep it from overheating. Guy, could you grab one of those vials from the lab over there?”
“Sure thing.” Guy went over to the mini lab and came back with a small glass test tube with thick purple liquid inside. It seemed to gravitate towards Guy’s hand. “Umm, Grinch, is this Goo-Lacka-Goo?”, he asked apprehensively.
“That it is”, Grinch confirmed.
“You make your own?”, Pam asked, less apprehensively, more inquisitively.
“Yep. I use it to keep my devices from overheating.”
“You’re kidding! That’s what I do. Thanks to Pam, of course.”
“You know that trick too?”, he asked Pam, giddiness filling his voice.
“Uh-huh. A tried and tested method. I owed it to him for being a good friend to Sam in my absence.”
Grinch let a smile across his face as he looked at Pam. He wanted to cheekily hold her hand, but he knew he shouldn’t push it. Instead, he said, “That’s so kind of you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Pam lightly nudged Grinch’s arm with her fist.
Solenoid in place with
Goo-Lacka coolant
But let’s take a minute
To back up a bit
While Guy, Grinch and Pam made underbelly repairs to the sleigh, Sam fashioned himself an impromptu gadget. Using some old black rope and a large curved piece of steel pipe, Sam had made a grappling hook. To make constructing it easier, he peeled the bandages off his hands. The stitches held up and the bleeding stopped, so there was no big loss in removing them.
“Is that a grappling hook?”, Gluntz asked, walking over.
“Yep. In case I need to make a quicker getaway. Sadly I left my pole-vaulting pole at home. And my kite.”
“You did a good job with it.”
“Thanks.” As Sam proudly held the hooked section in one hand and the long rope in the other, many thoughts congregated in his mind, both positive and negative. On the lighter side, he envisioned thank you’s from everyone in Whoville, his newborn baby and the happiness of his friends. But by contrast, his dark thoughts showed him falling by Kyler Twotymer’s hand, Snerz rising to power once again and the despair of his friends.
But Sam tried not to let these thoughts overrun him.
Instead he said, “As soon as things look bad, I’m swinging down for the rescue.”
“I know you will.”
They would’ve kissed had everyone else not been watching.
With repairs and grappling hooks
All fixed up and done
The only thing left
Was an engine test run
Grinch sat in the driver’s seat of his sleigh, now modified to be steered by a wheel instead of reins. Wearing a helmet for good measure, he pushed a small red button next to the wheel to ignite the engine. For their own safety, everyone else stood off to the sides.
The sleigh rumbled and, after a good minute, levitated a foot off the ground.
“Ha ha! It’s working!”
“We did it!”, Pam shouted and threw her arms around Guy.
He patted her back.
“I think we’re ready”, said Grinch with confidence.
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I mean, honestly Ash's inclusion has potential (potential that will never be realized, but still), IF they give him the chance to talk to the game counterparts of his companions. And they won't. Trust me when I say that the probability of Ash being added is near zero. You don't trust me? Well then, riddle me this, Crystal: how much time did it get before Kris and Lyra were allowed to interact? You know, the two characters whose coexistence is a huge paradox? Hell, I'm sure that without the (1/2)
Johto villain chapter, those two would have never interacted, period. Ash is that paradox times a thousand: trust me, if there's one thing Dena won't do is open that Pandora Box. The Rocket Trio had the excuse they were in the Let's Go titles, Ash has none. Sorry if I went overboard with this, I just have a lot of emotions right now.(2/2)
Also Pokemon Yellow. They were very much in Pokemon Yellow, which is the game I'm willing to acknowledge in the series. Let's Go isn't real. If it's real, why aren't their protagonists in the game?
It's not that you're wrong, it's that...I have a bad headache and am in a bad mood so I'm willing to say a company after only profit would absolutely nuke the hell out of continuity for a quick buck. It's why Three Hopes exists at all. While I'm enjoying this game, I fully admit that knowing they made fucking Gatekeeper playable, but took out Hanneman and Cyril, leaves an awful taste in my mouth. It's the most transparent "We took a look at the CYL results, and these two idiots, who have every reason to be involved in the plots going on and would actually be great additions, cannot be playable because no one cares. But this dipshit fail meme that people botted to a first place win so transparent that we made him garbage in FEH as a punishment? That can be playable." Never trust the company to do something that makes sense for their own long-term product anymore. That's not what making profit is about. It's about frontloading and quickly moving on to the next big success. They'd nuke this entire gacha game to the ground if it meant getting enough money out of it. And considering a big cited reason SS Serena sold so well was her presence in the anime? I have zero faith they haven't gotten stupid requests from people who want Ash in the game, and feel it's warranted.
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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 3
Episode 10: Space Invaders Part 1
~In the Man Cave~
Swellview was known for a lot of things: a terrible police force, some awesome superheroes and more supervillains than the mayor knew what to do with. But one thing that was not common knowledge was that it had a rather talented astronaut currently circling the Earth high above the city's tallest skyscrapers.
Well, it was widely known now because of the "tragedy". Jim Dickie, the hotshot astronaut and his buddy, Neil, had been taken hostage on their space station and since the Earth's upper atmosphere fell out of the Swellview cops' jurisdiction, Captain Man had taken it upon himself to bring back his town's hero. And Miss Danger was just as patriotic, just less thrilled about how they were gonna be getting there.
"What kind of maniac holds two astronauts captive?" (y/n) asked her boyfriend as they jogged down from the sprocket. They needed to use the supercomputer and even if it meant they had to roll out of each other's arms and exit the comfort of their bedroom, they were gonna make contact with Henry.
"I don't know, but we need to get Henry here and fast," Ray replied and strolled up to the holo-caller, his large fingers immediately punching in the digits he needed for his sidekick's whiz watch. They couldn't go into space Kid Danger-less and no matter what he was doing, he had to drop it and get to the Man Cave ASAP.
"Ray!" Henry's little floating figure appeared in front of them after a few seconds of waiting. The boy hated that he had to lie to his family every time he had to take a call, but duty calls.
"Henry! There's an emergency in spac--are you wearing a Fred Lobster shirt?" The pressing task at hand was swiftly out of the window for Ray as he took notice of the odd choice of shirt Henry was wearing. It was weird to wear something that promoted a seafood restaurant, but he rocked it anyway because it was for Piper and some dumb commercial she had landed a role in.
"Uh, yeah." Henry smiled, looking down briefly to catch a glimpse of the lobster mascot smiling back at him.
"Why?" (y/n) questioned, unable to help her curiosity at Henry's fashion lapse. She knew Jim and Neil were in danger or whatever, but the longer they took, the more time she had before literally rocketing off-world. Plus, it also gave Ray a little more time to slide his hand into the back pocket of her jeans, a move that she'd chastise him for later, but deep down, she secretly loved.
"'Cause, my sister's in a Fred Lobster commercial, so I bought this shirt, but--" The kid started to explain, but then Ray's sense of urgency crept up on him and forced the superhero to butt in.
"All right, look. There's no time to talk about your shirt!" He snapped, making Henry frown. Geez, he was in a crabby mood, no seafood pun intended.
"But--But (y/n) asked me." He stuttered, baffled at how Ray could go from fascinated to bossy in point two seconds, especially since he had his girlfriend next to him. She usually mellowed him out.
"We have an emergency! Guess where we're goin'?" Ray smirked at his sidekick through the hologram and (y/n) gulped at the idea. She wasn't a baby and she'd been on crazy flights before, but outer space seemed so daunting. How did the mousy college student turn into a crime-fighting, space-visiting superhero?
"To space?" Henry gasped, the thrilled smile growing on his face by the second. This was huge, space was, like, the dream destination for any kid who loved adventure and adrenaline as he did. If he could brag about this, he so would. Henry Hart, the boy in space, now that had a good ring to it.
"Not just space, Hen. Outer space, like you know, space that's outer." (y/n) giggled nervously, trying to be braver than she felt. 'Just breathe, Ray will be with you.' She breathed to herself and tried to remember that this wasn't a suicide mission or anything. They were coming back...hopefully.
"Wait, how are we gonna get to outer space?--" Henry asked, but once again, Ray "I can't focus for more than two minutes" Manchester was off on a tangent.
"Y'know, (y/n) and I were in a Fred Lobster last week, and they told me they didn't have those shirts anymore," Ray mentioned, making the young woman next to him groan. It was true; they did go to Fred Lobster last week, for an actual date that didn't involve Drill Finger and psychotic teenagers. It was a lovely evening, just the two of them and it was all going smoothly until Ray asked for the bill and...he started an argument about lobster t-shirts. Typical Manchester move.
"Not this again..." She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. It was just a damn shirt and yes, he would look super hot wearing one and yes, the seams would probably pop as they tried to stretch over his biceps, but was it worth more bickering? No.
"Uh, yeah. I had to order this one online--" Henry just couldn't catch a break today. Another interruption from Ray meant his sentence was cut off again and he was starting to get cheesed off.
"Oh, so, you really wanna talk about lobster shirts while astronauts are in danger?" Ray scoffed, trying to build up an argument, but his pettiness outshone anything he was trying to say. He was in a really grouchy mood, probably because he had to stop cuddling his sweet girl earlier than he would've liked.
"You really wanna talk to me with your hand on your girlfriend's butt?" Henry bit back, causing his boss to pull his hand out of (y/n)'s back pocket like he'd been burnt. It was a good comeback and the blush that covered Ray's cheeks made (y/n)'s embarrassment worth it.
"Henry Prudence Hart! You little...just get to the Man Cave!" (y/n) squealed, feeling all flustered since she hadn't known the kid could see. If she had known, the hand squeezing her ass would've been given a sharp smack straight away.
"How do you know my middle name?" It was Henry's turn to blush. His second name was a sore point for him and it killed him that (y/n) had sneakily discovered it behind his back. She'd have to thank Charlotte later.
"Fast!" The young woman replied curtly, pointing a stern finger at the boy who thought he had the upper hand. It was never a good idea to try and outwit her.
"Okay, I'm on my way." Henry sighed and snapped his watch shut. He got the feeling that he'd been beaten, even if it was amusing to see Ray lightly fan his still scarlet cheeks. He never cared if Schwoz saw him like that, the little guy normally just scuttled off when he was making a move on his girl, but in his mind, Henry was still the cute little kid from two years ago. He was so innocent and cute, even though he was on the verge of becoming an adult.
"Y'see? That's why you don't put your hand on my ass when other people are around!" (y/n) scolded her boyfriend as soon as the pixelated Henry disappeared from the computer. Here came the chastisement, not that Ray was scared, she was so cute when her nose screwed up in anger.
"But I love your sweet, little heinie." He smirked and brought his hand back down and around her waist so it could slide to her butt. The blush rose from her neck and the words died in her throat, making him chuckle in amusement. There was that little nose wrinkle he adored.
"Yeah, well, Henry and Charlotte will be here soon, so it better be gone by the time they get here!" She told him, her voice wobbling slightly as he rotated his body so he was facing her completely and then another large palm came to rest on the other cheek.
"We've got, like, twenty minutes and we got outta bed way too early." He mumbled, leaning down to capture her lips with his. Maybe his mood would perk up a bit after this.
~
Well, the peace didn't last long. Charlotte was speedier than usual, meaning the couple had mere moments to catch their breaths and shrug their scattered clothing back on. Still, it would do for them and at least Ray had stopped his pouting.
"Happy now?" (y/n) giggled and wiped her sticky forehead with the back of her hand. He was insatiable, not that she was complaining because this was what she'd been dreaming about for eight years. Giggly, midday sex with the hottest man she'd ever met.
"Very, sweet girl." Ray breathed out and pressed a kiss to her forehead after he'd zipped up his hoodie again. Their clothes were a little rumpled, but with a bit of luck, no one would be able to suspect a thing, not when they were hunting for an insufferable little rat known as Schwoz. Yep, Schwoz.
The guy was key for Ray's big plans for getting into outer space because he owned a rocket. Yeah, a rocket; some technical wizardry that would send the three superheroes into outer space and get them to where they needed to be. There were a few wrinkles that needed to be ironed out, mainly that the shuttle had enough space for two people (a small hiccup, easily rectified) and that Schwoz wouldn't give Ray the damn key.
Okay, it wasn't called "Schwoz's rocket" or "Schwoz's spaceship", it was known as "the love shuttle" because its sole purpose was to take Schwoz and his future bride-to-be off on a jolly honeymoon in space. Not that there would ever be a Mrs Schwartz, Schwoz could never get a girl to. look at him twice and him withholding the key was driving Ray insane.
"Schwoz...I can see you." Ray called out to his handyman as he and (y/n) crept down the sprocket stairs. The little man had caught wind of Ray's plan to use his honeymoon transportation and rather than give it up, he'd swallowed the key and had found refuge of the roof, which seemed like a safe place, but there was one small problem. Ray had a blaster and Schwoz had no cover.
"Go away!" Schwoz hissed and stuck his tongue out at the couple, who weren't fooling him with their glowing faces and rumpled sweaters. They got to have their fun, why did he have to give up his planned fun? The astronauts could save themselves. Deciding that he was being selfish, Ray took a shot at Schwoz, but his notoriety for being a terrible marksman meant he missed by a mile and a load of debris came falling from a new hole in the ceiling.
"Hahaha! You missed me!" Schwoz giggled as (y/n) gave Ray a pointed look. He knew that he couldn't hit a target to save his life, so why was he the one doing the shooting?
"How did he get up there?" Charlotte pondered, staring at the man in confusion. It was a valid question, the walls were sheer, smooth stone, so it was a wonder how Schwoz had managed to shimmy his way to the top.
"He's like a goddamn ape." (y/n) shrugged and followed behind her boyfriend as they moved into a better firing position. They needed to get Schwoz down, even if it meant blasting him in the ass.
"Come on, Schwoz, you're gonna have to come down from there eventually." Ray pointed out, knowing that the roof didn't have any food or water, which meant that Schwoz's chosen safety spot was a poor one.
"Leave me alone!" The man cried out, hugging a support beam in fear as he braced himself for another round of lasers coming his way.
"Come on, Schwoz! I need it!" Ray shouted desperately and fired his blaster again, causing more rocks to fall to the Man Cave floor. How they were gonna patch these holes was anyone's guess.
"No! I'm saving it for marriage! You marry (y/n) and you get your own!" Schwoz replied indignantly, making the couple below him freeze up. Marriage was something they had lightly touched upon in their late-night confessions, but it was still a foreign idea to them. They'd spent so long dreaming of mutual love that the thought of a white dress and vows made butterflies flutter in their tummies, but they weren't totally against it. Husband and wife sounded quite nice, it was just a tad premature.
"Hey!" Henry greeted his friends as his tube came down and he landed in the "Mad Cave". Schwoz was on the ceiling, Ray was firing a gun at him, Charlotte and (y/n) were watching, there was dirt on (y/n)'s meticulously clean floors, yep, everyone had gone crazy.
"Hi, Henry." Schwoz smiled down at the young boy, a new perspective for one who was usually so small. Normally, he'd be looking up at the lanky teen, but it was Henry's turn to crane his neck.
"Whoa! Why is Schwoz on the--" Henry gasped, both at Schwoz's remarkable acrobatic feat and the laser that Ray fired at him, which missed and sent more rock chunks to the boy's feet.
"Ha! Missed me! Missed me! You are very stupid!" Schwoz jeered at Ray, who'd had just about enough of the repairman's lip. If he wanted to get mean, he'd return the favour tenfold.
"Those are not the lyrics!" The superhero growled, shooting Schwoz with slightly more concentration this time. Schwoz whimpered as he felt a burning sensation in his foot, but he clung to the roof even harder, sacrificing his shoe for the sake of his love shuttle.
"Okay, what is going on?" Henry asked, his brain spinning from everything he'd witnessed in the twenty seconds he'd been at work.
"Schwoz won't give Ray the launch key to his little rocket ship," Charlotte explained, blowing her friend's mind.
"Why won't he-Schwoz has a rocket ship?!" He exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the notion of knowing someone who could fly out on a jaunty space trip whenever he wanted. Now that was cool.
"It's called the Love Shuttle!" Schwoz squealed, happy to brag about his invention, but not share it. He didn't want people to roam around his future love nest, that would be weird.
"Why did Schwoz build a love shuttle?" Henry asked, looking at the couple in front of him. He didn't even want to know why their previously smooth outfits were now full of wrinkles and preferred to just look straight past it.
"For his honeymoon." Ray answered, his tone of voice basically saying "yeah, right like that's ever gonna happen". Girls weren't fond of Schwoz, which was sad, but true,
"Yeah, he says that when he gets married, which, let's face it, is only gonna happen with an insane amount of luck, he's going to have his honeymoon on the actual moon." (y/n) rolled her eyes and hugged herself to Ray's arm so she could inhale the smell of his cologne. All this space talk was making her stomach do somersaults.
"Don't be ridiculous, Schwoz. You're never getting married!" Ray hissed, agreeing with his girlfriend that Schwoz had no chance of getting a girl to look at him, let alone promise herself to him for the rest of time. Although, the glare (y/n) gave her boyfriend suggested that if he kept creating new holes in the ceiling and scratches on her shiny floor from all the rocks, he wouldn't be getting married either.
"It could happen! There are women out there who'll take anybody! And you can't talk! It took you eight years to tell your girlfriend you loved her, so who's the real loser here?" Schwoz poked his tongue out at his boss and tried to fold his arms even though he needed them to stop himself from falling.
"Give me that key!" Ray yelled, fed up with all the tormenting and before anyone could stop him, he unleashed a series of rapid firepower, but all he got was more mess and a burning sense of failure. Dammit, why couldn't he just shoot the little bastard?
"I think you might be overreacting," Henry told the panting man gently and placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him from lashing out again. They needed (y/n) cuddles, stat.
"Here, doofus, gimme that. You're never gonna hit him." (y/n) smirked at her boyfriend and took the weapon away from his hand before he could lose his temper again. They already had too much sweeping up to do, god forbid he caused anymore.
"You trying to say I'm a bad shot, sweet girl?" Ray asked the small woman, who gripped the large blaster with her small but deadly hands. Her experienced and dextrous fingers curled around the trigger as she looked to where Schwoz was hanging on and took aim.
"Yeah, I am. You're a shit shot." She deadpanned and slightly squinted her eyes as she honed in on her target. With Ray, Schwoz wasn't scared, but with Miss Danger doing the job, the instinct to scurry for cover reared its head.
"Wait, (y/n/n), no, no--" He cried out, trying to swing his way across the roof like a monkey, but even a moving target was no match for the woman and she blasted him, right on the ass. That would teach him to not mock her boyfriend.
"Ha! You shot his butt!" Henry laughed as Schwoz groaned on the floor. Ray couldn't help but admit defeat and he gave his girl a sweet victory kiss for successfully getting the guy down. Maybe he was terrible with his aim, but if it ended with a kiss every time, (y/n) was down for it.
"Hey! Did you guys hear?! There's a hostage situation up in space!" Jasper's sudden appearance put an end to Ray's happy mood, which progressively soured as the overly-happy boy stepped out of the elevator. His slowness of hearing the breaking bulletin and getting to work irritated the superhero even more, but he kept his cool.
"We heard,"
"We're aware." Charlotte and Ray told him dully, not finding Jasper's exuberance as infectious as (y/n) or Henry did.
"Well, did you know that one of the astronauts is from Swellview?" The curly-haired boy went on, not realising that everyone in the city had found out before him. He was behind the times, Ray had come up with an entire rescue plan in the time it had taken Jasper to walk to Junk-N-Stuff.
"Yeah, Jim Dickle. I used to have the biggest crush on him when I was in college...until I met Captain Man." (y/n) confessed, but quickly saved it at the end when she heard the low growl in Ray's chest. He did not know that and the thought of rescuing Dick-le was suddenly slightly more bitter for him.
"You went to college with Jim Dickle?" Charlotte looked at her friend in awe, also not knowing that she had actually met the famed astronaut and known him on a personal level, even if personal was far from the truth.
"Well, yeah. I did mechanical engineering and he did...physics and astronaut stuff, so we occasionally bumped into each other. He was older though and a bit of a prick." The young woman shrugged, wondering what she ever saw in that guy. Maybe it was his fascination for all things with cogs and wiring that echoed her own, but she was much happier with her grumpy superhero.
"Stupid Jim Dickle..." Ray mumbled under his breath but soon cheered up when his girl snuggled into his side and leaned her head against his chest. He was the one who got to share her life, no one else and that made him feel so special.
"Well, did you know I was born with eleven toes, but only nine on my feet?" Jasper asked them, knowing that it was something they definitely wouldn't know. Okay, Jasper was born a freak, no doubt about it.
"Eleven?"
"What?"
"What he say?"
"He's a mutant." The four stunned, but also disturbed friends murmured, wondering how the hell Jasper was now walking around with ten normal toes. A miracle of modern science.
"Yeah, who's got news now?" Jasper hissed, glad that he'd rendered them speechless with something, even if it was the weirdest fact about himself. Just as Schwoz began groaning in pain (his butt was spectacularly sore), the computer began to beep, indicating that whilst there wasn't a full-blown emergency going down, there was something that needed Captain man's attention anyway.
"I'll check that," Charlotte told her boss and hurried over to the control panel so she could analyse the data. At least she was helpful.
"Hey, shouldn't you be up at Junk-N-Stuff, watching the store?" Ray suddenly asked Jasper, remembering that he paid the teen to guard his shop on his behalf. He'd be going bankrupt at this point and have enemies crawling all over the place.
"Well, I have to use the bathroom, but the one upstairs is broken," Jasper whined, trying to appeal to (y/n) and her sympathetic side as she reluctantly checked out Schwoz's injuries. It was difficult to remember sometimes that just because she was immune to wounds, it didn't mean others were. Even if Schwoz had been a pain in the ass.
"That's why we told you to use the one across the street at the gas station," Henry replied, getting. there before (y/n) could with a kinder answer. Going down to the Man Cave was probably quicker, but the fewer times Ray had to be reminded that he'd employed the world's most annoying kid, the better.
"I'm no longer welcome at that gas station," Jasper mumbled, scuffing his shoe against the floor awkwardly. He left it open for Ray and (y/n) to think about why that might be and all sorts of weird and troubling things popped into their heads.
"Do we wanna know?" (y/n) asked as she flopped Schwoz's arm back to his side. She was certain he'd be fine, just whiny for a bit. And sore, very sore.
"Uh-oh. You guys, the space station is gonna be orbiting over Swellview in one hour." Charlotte announced once she had checked out the alarm and saw that their moment of opportunity was quickly drawing near.
"So?" Henry asked in confusion, him and (y/n) leaving Schwoz to moan in pain on the floor. They had more important things to focus on now.
"What does that mean?" Ray added, striding over to the computer so he could see what was happening for himself.
"That if you guys don't head up there soon, you'll have to wait another twenty-four hours," Charlotte answered, making everyone realise that the space station was orbiting the Earth like the moon and they only had one shot to do this.
"If we don't make it, it could be too late by then." (y/n) panicked, suddenly feeling sick when the urgency mixed with her nervousness. It was safe to say that this was going to be the biggest moment of her superhero career, the most perilous certainly.
"Come on, we have to help those astronauts...at least the one from Swellview who (y/n) used to like." Henry sighed, knowing that it was their duty to help since no one else was. For all they knew, Jim and Neil could be being tortured and interrogated. The mentioning of (y/n)'s schoolgirl crush on the guy made Ray bite his lip harshly to stop himself from cursing his name. He knew that his relationship was exclusive, but other guys just made him prickle up.
"It was for like one year. He graduated and next thing I knew he was on the moon or whatever and I was gainfully employed by a hot superhero." She brushed off Henry's teasing and lovingly placed a kiss on Ray's cheek. Well, he wasn't grumpy now.
"C'mon, Schwoz. Give us the key to your Love Shuttle." Ray begged his battered and bruised friend, who had only just got to his feet. He was clutching his butt in pain and the handyman was still grouchy about being shot own from his hidey-hole.
"Wait, why doesn't NASA just send someone up there to help the astronauts?" Jasper suddenly jumped in with a reasonable question and Schwoz agreed. You'd think that a governmental agency like NASA would jump at the chance of bringing home two national heroes, but in reality, they weren't so keen.
"No can do. They just sent a supply rocket up two days ago and it's gonna take them six months to whip another one into shape." (y/n) shook her head, remembering Trent Overrunder saying something on the topic when she and Ray were watching the news in their bedroom,
"Well, can't we just borrow a rocket from China?" Henry asked, not realising that "China" and "rocket" shouldn't be said together in Ray's presence. Touchy subject.
"No! No! I'm not getting inside a Chinese rocket ever again!" Ray snapped moodily, making the boy drop the subject immediately. Looks like their only shot was the Love Shuttle and Schwoz still needed buttering up.
"Hey, come on, Schwoz. Let us use your Love Shuttle." Henry told the guy gently, seeing that a calm, soft approach was best.
"Yeah. You're never gonna need it." Ray added in, still a strong believer in the fact that Schwoz would get married the day pigs started flying - never, not a chance in hell.
"I will! For when I get married!" The small man insisted, but his friends weren't so convinced. All his past romances had failed and merely getting a date was a mammoth task.
"Oh, to what, Schwoz? What's gonna marry you?" Ray exclaimed dramatically, thinking that Schowz could only score mutants freaks or blind alcoholics for lovers.
"Gerta, your robot girlfriend that you built specifically for yourself, even she left you. Surely, that tells you something." (y/n) sighed in exasperation, hating to see Schowz build himself up just to be knocked down. The truth hurt; Schwoz was never getting a girlfriend.
"Nooo...we...we're just taking a break." Schwoz shrugged, trying to make himself feel better, but deep down, he knew that his chances of seeing Gerta again were slim to none.
"Oh, come on!" Ray threw his hands up in the air. The guy was in denial and it was so frustrating to put up with.
"She turned herself into a bird, Schwoz! Then she flew away!" Charlotte recalled and Ray imitated a bird flying away with his hands. Geez, that seemed like ages ago, back when Ray still thought he didn't deserve (y/n)'s love and she thought he would never look her way.
"Wait, when did that happen?" Jasper asked, flabbergasted at this new information. He had missed so much when he wasn't in the know with Henry's secret identity and everything was news to him.
"Last season," Henry answered aloofly to no one in particular.
"So you mean winter?" Jasper asked, confused with Henry's odd choice of language.
"Yeah, that's what he meant. Back when Ray was still my best friend." (y/n) smiled at her. boyfriend fondly, who pecked her hairline to show her that he regretted every second they spent together as just friends. He wished his younger self would've been braver, but things had worked out well enough and he was happy now.
"Look, buddy..." Ray stepped away from his girl momentarily so they could work the old charm on their little genius friend.
"Dah, don't choke me!" Schwoz jumped at the sight of Ray's large hands stretching out towards his neck and the man held them up to his ears to show that he didn't mean to be threatening.
"Look, Schwoz, are you planning to marry someone in the next...ten hours?" (y/n) asked him, getting a rough estimation of how long they'd be gone in space. Ten hours: too many in her mind, but she'd die before they left without her.
"Well, I don't plan to, no." Schwoz shrugged, supposing that if it was for that meagre time, he might be tempted to let them borrow it just this once.
"Okay, so just lend us your Love Shuttle, and we'll bring it right back." Ray smiled, his hands patting Schwoz on the back in a friendly matter. Now, they just had to clinch the deal.
"And I'll bake you a batch of my oatmeal raisin cookies. The ones you love..." (y/n) told her friend in a sing-song voice and gave him a. sneaky smile. Bribery was always a good option.
"I do like your cookies. You promise to be careful with it?" Schwoz gave the grinning couple a stern smile and Henry decided that he should swear on their behalf.
"We all promise." He said, walking over to Schwoz who took a second to mull over their oath. It was his precious ship and it had to be perfect for his future wife.
"And you two promise to not do grown-up things in it?" Schwoz lowered his voice to add in the final clause of the agreement, but everyone heard it, even Charlotte and she was on the other side of the Man Cave.
"Ew!" She and Henry groaned, their faces screwing up in disgust as Ray and (y/n)'s ears started to burn. Seriously? Did he have to say something so embarrassing?
"Schwoz! We're not animals!" (y/n) shrieked, hiding her face into Ray's shoulder so she wouldn't meet anyone's eyes. Like they would do it in Schwoz's weird love nest spaceship whilst on a life or death mission. Geez, they weren't that desperate.
"Well, never say never." Ray joked, laughing when the young woman gave him a furious look and Schwoz stamped his foot in anger. He didn't want to give his rocket to some jokers and Henry and Charlotte didn't want to hear this conversation. Adult things, ew.
"Schwoz, just give us the damn launch key!" (y/n) snapped at the handyman, who was enjoying her discomfort way too much.
"Okay...hold out your hand." Schwoz sighed, giving in to their demands. Doing as he had instructed, Ray stretched out his hand to receive the key, thinking that like any normal person, Schwoz would have the key in his pocket or on a chain, but no. The little weirdo had swallowed the key and began to gag and gargle to get it from his stomach.
"Oh my god..." Charlotte wretched, feeling like she was gonna puke if she even dared to peek through her fingers.
"I can't watch this...but I can't look away." Henry was feeling the same, but at the same time, he had a morbid fascination with seeing Schwoz regurgitate the key like an emperor penguin. He really was a freak of nature.
"What are you doing?" Ray asked the smaller man, not realising that it was a huge mistake to volunteer to be the recipient of the key.
"Are you sure you want to hold your hand out?" (y/n) whispered to him, but it was too late. The key erupted from Schwoz's mouth and landed in Ray's palm as a slobbery, bile-covered mess.
"Ew!"
"Gross!"
"It's wet!" The teens cried as (y/n) swiftly stepped back from her boyfriend. She loved him, but not when he had half of Schwoz's stomach contents in his hand.
"That's the launch key." Schwoz panted, feeling both queasy and exhausted from the strain he had put on his digestive system. He'd puked once, now he wanted to puke again.
"All right, Jasper. Looks like Captain Man needs your help." Ray told the aforementioned boy in his hero's voice, knowing that it would trigger his need to please his idol no matter what was asked of him.
"Sure! Anything! What do you need?" Jasper rushed past Henry, (y/n) and Charlotte to enthusiastically bounce in front of Ray, who took advantage of his generous nature by wiping the icky launch key on his shirt.
"You're a good boy," Ray told Jasper, who quickly forgot about his filthy t-shirt when he heard Captain Man's praise, but (y/n) wasn't so impressed.
"And you're a bad man," She quipped back, shaking her head at Ray as he admired the now spotless key. No matter her sarcasm though, she couldn't get away from one thing, mission save the astronauts was about to lift off.
~In the Love Shuttle~
It was go time; Ray, Henry and (y/n) had taken their positions onboard Schwoz's craft, which was strangely decorated in a way that only Schwoz would think was intimate or romantic, and they were taking the final steps for launch. (y/n)'s heart was hammering inside her chest and she was praying Ray wouldn't feel it. Since Schwoz had built the rocket for two people, there were only two seats, so she had been forced to snuggle into Ray's lap, an experience that was both a blessing and a curse. His strong arms around her were comforting, but she didn't want him to sense her dread and send her home, that would be awful.
"Okay, guys, I'm now going to insert the key into the console," Ray told his sidekicks and reached around his girlfriend's hips so he could slot it into its hole.
"Uh, okay," Henry said cooly, feeling completely chill with the whole setup, even if he was probably the youngest person in Swellview to ever go into outer space.
"I did it." Ray smiled at the two, who weren't sure if he wanted a round of applause or something. The boy just wanted to ensure the coordinates were punched in correctly and (y/n) was trying not to freak out.
"Well done you." She breathed out with an airy chuckle and hoped that she didn't sound as nervous as she felt. There was nowhere safer than being in Ray's arms and it's not like she was going to die if they crashed, but leaving Earth sounded so crazy in her mind. She had no time to dwell on it though as she soon caught on that Henry and Ray were feeling for their gum tubes and she did the same.
"You are aboard the Love Shuttle. Welcome, Schwoz and...woman's name. Prepare for your honeymoon." Okay, that was the weirdest onboard announcement ever recorded in the history of aviation. Hearing Schwoz's voice on the tape was odd and the cheesy, romantic music that followed made the whole thing even more insane, especially when Henry and Ray started to dance in their seats.
"Ray..." (y/n) whimpered, trying to keep her balance as her boyfriend sneakily ground his hips against her. Like hell was she going to let him have her twice in one day, especially when they were supposed to be professional, but that didn't mean that the friction of his jeans didn't feel good.
"Okay, Schwoz! Schwoz, how do I turn this love music off?!" Henry suddenly yelled into his headset when he realised that they were actually here to do serious things, not listen to some groovy music.
"Oh, come on. Love music isn't for turning off. It's for turning on." Schwoz joked and continued to slide across the Man Cave's floor to the beat of the saxophone.
"Amen to that," Ray growled into his sweet girl's ear, his hands coming to rest between her upper thighs. It was a dangerous attempt to try and persuade her to give in just this once, so he could indulge in the sweetness he'd been denied for seven years, but they just didn't have the time.
"Don't worry, I got it." (y/n) told Henry and felt Ray slump back in disappointment as she killed the track. Ugh, killjoy.
"Okay, Henry, (y/n), Ray, we pre-set the flight computer to automatically take you to the space station." Charlotte's voice came over the radio and the crew settled down to begin the takeoff procedures.
"Copy that. And we are...prepped for launch." Henry confirmed, flicking the last of the switches in the cockpit and they all let out an excited gasp when the rocket's thrusters began to power up.
"Hey kid, let's go to space and kick some ace." Ray chuckled and his silly comment made (y/n) relax a little. It wasn't a death sentence, more like an adventure and that thought helped her get in the mood for their trip.
"To the stars!" Henry declared and the three blew their bubbles so they could leave the Earth as superheroes, which was awesome to hear over the radio in the Man Cave.
"Hey, we're so cool." (y/n) giggled as they stretched out their costumes and got used to having them on. Ray was particularly pleased with the costume change since it meant he was now able to let his hands roam around his girl's smooth thighs. Sure, his gloves were in the way, but that was just a minor technicality.
"Never done that sitting down before," Henry commented, noting how every time he'd ever transformed into Kid Danger, it had always been when he was stood up.
"Yeah, I wasn't sure if it was gonna work," Ray replied and the two boys laughed at the adrenaline high they were experiencing, leaving (y/n) to roll her eyes at them.
"All right, you guys. I just wanted to say...be careful up there." Jasper told the giggling boys, drawing them back to calmness. They had to have their minds focused because this shit was high-risk.
"Roger that," Henry answered, glad that he had his best friend at the base to keep him grounded. Jasper's support was just what he needed to keep any doubt at bay.
"We copy," Ray replied solemnly too, remembering that not only was he putting himself in danger, but he was also taking his entire world with him in his arms. Lying back with her cuddled up against him made it so easy to forget, but he was determined to keep her out of harm's way.
'Cause, you three are the only, Ray, (y/n) and Henry I have!" Jasper added, his sweet words going over the boys' heads, but at least (y/n) could appreciate his sentiment.
"Aw, thanks, Curly!" She told him happily, thinking that he'd leave it there, but nope...
"I've never told you this before but...I just wanted you guys to know that..." He sniffled and his imminent confession caused all those listening to cringe, hard.
"Hit it." Ray quickly ordered Henry, who wasted no time in whacking the launch button. Ray only needed one person to say those three little words, and that person wasn't Jasper. As soon as the button was pressed, the rocket propelled itself into the air and each hero was pressed into the seats as the immense g-force of the takeoff affected them
"We're going to space!" Ray exclaimed as he gripped the wall with one hand and tightly secured his girlfriend to his chest with the other. He didn't want her to roll around the cabin and hurt herself and it was so nice to feel the way she buried herself into the safety of his chest.
"I know! It's so fun!" Henry cried out, loving every minute of the blast-off, although it felt like his face was going to be peeled off from the force.
"This is your idea of fun?!" (y/n) hissed back and braced herself against Ray so she could wait for them to reach the outer atmosphere. It wouldn't be long, just a few seconds and then it would be smooth flying from there on out.
"Cruising altitude. You're now free to walk about the ship, Schwoz and...woman's name." The rocket's automated voice and its creator announced, allowing the superheroes to relax as they started to gently drift towards their destination.
"Space, the final frontier. How many guys can say they took their girlfriends to space, huh?" Ray spoke as they broke free of the Earth's gravity and he altered his voice to sound like some famous captain off an old sci-fi series from when he was a kid.
"What does that mean?" Henry asked, wondering why his boss was being all mysterious and weird. Obviously, he had never heard of Star Trek.
"Y'know..."the final frontier". Last place in the universe that mankind hasn't explored yet and I'm showing it to my girl. Space!" The superhero exclaimed and wistfully stared at the woman in his lap rather than the stars outside their window because she was infinitely more beautiful to him.
"What about oceans?" (y/n) piped up after a few seconds of pondering her boyfriend's words. She loved his fawning over her, but what he said wasn't quite right.
"What was that, sweet girl?" Ray mumbled against her hair as Henry too looked at her with confusion. What had the sea got to do with space and frontiers or whatever the hell Ray was on about?
"Y'know, oceans. We haven't explored all of the oceans yet. Eighty per cent of our oceans are unmapped and unobserved, so aren't they an unobserved frontier? Oceans and all the weird little fishies we don't know about yet?" She rambled, feeling a bit drowsy and loopy as his warmth soaked into her body. A small nap wouldn't hurt.
"Okay, fine. Space, one of the two final frontiers." Ray corrected himself and cradled her neck into his neck as her shallow breaths danced across his collar and exposed skin.
"What about parallel universes?" Henry was soon joining in on the conversation, although a swift finger over his lips from Ray told the boy he wanted to let the sweet little thing in his arms snooze for a bit.
"What?" Ray sighed quietly, not believing that what was meant to be a cute, cool comment was turning into a damn debate.
"Remember that time that Charlotte and I went to that parallel universe?" Henry jogged Ray's memory, making him bite his lip was all the details came flooding back. In that world, he turned evil after losing (y/n), his wife and the mere thought made him shudder.
"I suppose," He nodded slightly, trying not to make any jagged movements that would disturb his girl from her rest,
"The one where I died." (y/n) muttered and shifted her body so she was comfortably sprawled sideways in Ray's lap. The man had no idea how she knew that, but he didn't want to find out. The less he thought about losing her in all matters of speaking, the better.
"Well, there's probably lots more parallel universes that none of us has explored, so I guess you could say--" The boy tried to explain his theory, but his boss had heard enough. He got it, space was a load of shit, big deal.
"Space! One of many, many remaining frontiers." He snapped in a voice that was a little louder than he wanted it to be and all the shouting made (y/n) flinch in his embrace.
"Stop yelling, doofus. M'trying to sleep." She scolded him with a pathetic slap to the chest, which was more of a light tap since she gave up halfway through. Sleep sounded nice and she just felt so cosy, a few minutes with her eyes closed.
"We'll be there soon," Henry told her, but she just ignored him with nothing more than a hum to answer him. "Soon" actually meant like half an hour or forty-five minutes, plenty of time for a power nap.
"I like sleep. Sleep kicks ass." She muttered incoherently and drifted off peacefully, leaving the boy's to entertain themselves.
~Forty minutes later~
A decent conversation, a game of I-spy and several rounds of rock, paper, scissors later, Ray and Henry were left completely bored. They had nothing to do, no phone signal, no games, no TV, nothing and (y/n) was still fast asleep and dead to the world (or was that space?). Henry had grown tired of watching Ray gaze at her like a lovesick puppy and for the last ten minutes, the cockpit had been silent.
"Ughhhh, I'm sick of just sitting here," Ray complained, shuffling his butt backwards so he could sit up straighter, but still rock his girlfriend like a baby. It was nauseating to see, but certainly better with the knowledge that it wasn't oblivious pining anymore.
"Shhhh! You'll wake your girlfriend up! And, Schwox said that we should be at the space station pretty--" Henry tried to keep his boss entertained, but he was like a toddler a long flight; five minutes and he was touching stuff again.
"I wonder what these buttons do." Ray mentioned like a curious child and began to tap all of the shiny buttons that caught his eye, even though one wrong move could trigger a self-destruction protocol or something.
"Do I have to slap your wrists again?" A gravelly, sleep-filled voice rumbled into his ear, signalling that his sudden movements had woken (y/n) up prematurely. Well, that was her nap over.
"Don't start pressing random--" Henry too protested, but he started selling when his seat began to vibrate and massage his back muscles. Hello, Schwoz had installed a few gadgets on this thing...nice.
"What's happening?" Ray asked his gleeful sidekick as he giggled and (y/n) slid off his lap so she was sat on the chair in between his legs.
"You made my chair start to vibraaaaaaaate." Henry's voice trembled as his vocal cords were shaken, but even then could the couple hear how pleased he was and his fun made Ray pout.
"Aw, no fair! I wanna vibrate!" He whined and against (y/n)'s pleas, he bashed the buttons randomly again, hoping to score lucky. And he did, one tap and his chair was vibrating too, making him and (y/n) collapse against each other in a fit of giggles.
"This feels sillllllyyyyyy." She laughed at how all of her body was tingling all over, like she was being tickled but without the torture.
"Hey! My voice sounds weird. Listen, ahhhhhhh!" Ray's baritone voice began to wobble and Henry's did too, but their combined sounds covered up the crescendo of the computer telling them that they were five seconds away from docking with the space station. Four, three, two, one...
"Arghhhhh!" They all screamed at the violent impact and the boys quickly shut off the vibrations as they thought about all the worst scenarios in their minds, but everything was fine.
"Hey, Schwoz, think we just docked with the space station," Ray spoke into his microphone, not realising that the genius had just said the exact same thing to Charlotte when she verbally wondered. what all the noise was about.
"Oh, really? My goodness, thanks for the information." Schwoz replied sarcastically, but Charlotte ignored him so they could get straight down to business. No time like the present after all.
"Okay, you have a pressure lock, so you are good to enter the space station." The girl told the heroes like a proper controller and they heard her loud and clear.
"Ten-four, good Charlotte."
"We ten-ten on the side."
"Over and out." They replied and shrugged off their headsets so they could stand up at last. This was it, it was just them now and whatever they find on the other side of the door.
"All right, guys, we're about to leave the Love Shuttle and enter the space station. " Ray told his sidekicks, but they didn't need a running commentary, they had their blasters and were ready to kick some ass.
"Yep, I'm up to speed on the story." Henry nodded, feeling like Ray was babying him just to sound cool.
"I also know what's going on." (y/n) added, locking and loading everything she needed to fight any bad guys. Maybe it was an alien, who knows.
"I know, I'm just saying, we have no idea who or what hijacked that space station and we won't know until we go in there and look inside." The man elaborated more, but it was all just waffle. They knew this and were fairly certain that this was just a stall tactic.
"Yeah, which is why I've got my gun so I can shoot it or them in the face." His girlfriend nodded, raising her weapon and shaking in front of Ray's face so he'd get the picture.
"Then let's go do this." He nodded.
"Waitin' on you..." Henry mumbled, knowing that he and his fellow sidekick were ready to go, it was the boss who was keeping them behind.
"Set weapons to stun," Ray ordered them, not wanting any deaths or injuries on their hands. Mass murder wasn't Captain Man's style, even if his work involved low-down, criminal assholes.
"Is this right?" Henry asked the experienced couple, whose eyes widened when they saw that his setting was completely, cataclysmically wrong.
"Shit, no, Henry, that's set to melt. You wanna melt the place into a puddle?" (y/n) fretted, her panic making the kid rapidly change from one mode to the right one. Well, that could've been a disaster.
"No, I do not," Henry replied, glad that they'd spotted the mistake. A melted criminal would be a long and icky cleanup.
"Give it...here you go." Ray sighed when he saw that the boy was struggling to work with Schwoz's technology and it was just kinder to do it himself than let him struggle. Okay, weapons, check, next, the door. Ray pushed the lock that released the door pressure and the hatch slid open. Into the unknown...well, it would be if either one of them knew some common courtesy.
"Do you wanna go first?" Ray asked his sidekick and after a few seconds of floundering, the two had worked out that Henry would go first. Geez, it took them ten minutes just to leave the damn rocket.
"Ray..." (y/n) grabbed his wrist just before he entered the hatched and he turned around to see her big, round eyes staring up at him with so much wonder and love.
"Yeah, sweet girl?" He whispered, brushing some stray hairs away from those eyes so he could gaze into them one last time before they entered the battlefield.
"I love you." She told him cutely, wanting to say it as in their line of work, every moment could be their last.
"I love you too. Always." He whispered their promise again and sealed it with a hungry kiss that was far too short for his or her liking, but the desire it left only meant that the next would be so much better.
"Always." She mumbled against his lips and reluctantly pulled away so he could step through the hole first. Their hands were tightly conjoined as he checked to see if Henry was still alive with no mad murderers around. Thankfully, there were none and they were left in an eerily quiet room with nothing but the pulsing beeps of the machinery around them. God, this was spooky.
"Okay, kid, stay cool," Ray told his sidekick, who was nervously clutching his blaster for dear life since a sneak attack could happen at any given instance. Anything could happen, for example, a small, metal door could fall from the ceiling and crack (y/n)'s skull, sending her to the floor in agony and Henry into hysteria. Shit, what a good start.
"Ahhhh, what is that? What is happening?" Henry squealed in fear as Ray instinctively threw his gun down and ducked down to shield his girlfriend on the floor from any more blows. His sidekick rolled around, shooting rapid-fire at every blinking light he saw. "Cool" went out of the window; Henry was suddenly shit scared and Ray was fretting over the blood flowing through (y/n)'s hair whilst her skin patched over. No biggie, the wound was gone in a flash, but it left them all on edge.
"Hey, I think I got whatever it was that attacked (y--" Henry's caution was right, something was going on. Two more pieces of metal fell from the ceiling and whoever or whatever dropped them had blinding accuracy since they hit Captain Man and Kid Danger on the head too.
"Captain Man? Miss Danger?" A sweet, innocent voice sounded out and the three heroes looked up in horror to see that a little girl had swiped Ray's gun and was now pointing it directly at them. A kid was behind this? What the actual fuck!
"Uh, I'm here too. Kid Danger, also relevant." Henry groaned as Ray helped his girlfriend to her feet and gulped at the predicament they found themselves in. The blood trickling down her forehead was no longer a concern as (y/n) prayed for salvation.
How were they gonna get out of this one?
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After all the stuff poor Peach goes through, I'm just imagining Grey and Plum planning a vacation for her and doing everything in their power to make sure NOTHING RUINS IT. Legendary shows up to whisk her away on an adventure? Gets a tap on their shoulder and turns around to find a huge teddiursa growling and cracking their knuckles. Peach is completely oblivious to Mew being knocked through three dimensions just fifty feet away, she's warm and comfortable and has a beer and is not moving until food is ready, dangit.
I don't think people realise how broken she comes back from Hisui. At the start, she seems fine, normal Peach, just perhaps a little on edge, as one would be after a 2 year stint in the past.
The tells start to creep in, Grey notices first, She's not sleeping more than an hour or two at any one time. Her work ethos has sky rocketed, she's up in the night doing menial tasks, keeping herself busy, if she stops, panic starts to set in. staying in one place makes her feel awfully vulnerable, keep moving, stay on the move at all times, don't get stuck, don't slow down.
Her time training has become dangerous, its past fighting for fun, working out for health and joy, its creeping into survival. Pushes herself way too hard, like she's waiting for something to catch up to her, paranoid. She's started practicing with actual weapons now, something she's never done before. She's afraid of something.
People will talk to her and she has to ask them to repeat, she gets lost half way through conversations more and more, distracted. Starts to get jumpy, startled by anything that shifts, thats not in front of her. A couple of occurrences where she punches first, realises she's hit something non-hostile, Val has to start putting shields between her and people who turn up in her blind spots, just incase she acts first-thinks second again. She's starting to feel AWFUL about the stress she must be putting others through. Panic getting the best of her. So best thing to do in her mind? Cover it up.
Flicks a switch, suddenly she's real cheerful, when people ask, she spews some jovial junk about sleeping well, getting to watch some dumb new movie, read her book, just waking up in a good mood. None of its true. Class A liar.
This is where Grey, Plum, and Rei all have to intervene, the staff are starting to worry, her pokemon are seeing it despite her pretty fair attempts to burry it. With that many eyes on the island, people will see her slip.
So they book time off, all of them. Shift all the staff rotors around to cover it, bring in some extra hands, experts and friends who owe her, she works tirelessly for others, and never calls in any favours, and so they can finally give their time to cover her, make sure she's not totally burnt out.
Peach down right refuses to leave the island at first. She can't leave the place undefended, something the others don't understand. It's one of the safest places in their mind, place is rigged with enough traps and security that even without the professors, the staff would be perfectly capable, plus you know, the whole host of pokemon who work security, special trained to defend and protect the place.
The group convince her to leave, but she's not happy about it. Her free time is hellish, makes her skin crawl, she's so not use to doing nothing. Who has time to read a book?! All she can think about is the Island, the staff, the patients back home who could be in a vulnerable situation should people come to the shores.
It takes a week for her to at least settle a bit. Val and Booker are there to try to distract her, a hike does it. Rei telling jokes as he grapples up the rocky surface, adept from his Hisui time, Peach trained him well. Plum struggling, she's a desk worker, this is a lot for her. Grey trying to keep everyone in one piece, real chill with the hike itself but stressed for everyone else. Pokemon everywhere following up, loving the exploration, the break from the normal. Then theres Peach, up ahead, trying to exhaust her nervous energy, finally able to focus on just one thing, climbing adeptly enough not to fall and hurt herself, catching a view thats really something, she finally pauses, cracking a smile that make everyone else feel something, be it joy, relief, love, success, whatever. They all sit up and watch the sunset on the top of this huge mountainous perch, for a moment, she even forgets about the island, just for a second.
Should anything malicious or powerful turn up, Grey, his team, and Booker are on security, the other two people tasked to distracting Peach enough to not notice any issues. They're successful, Rei is several stories about his weird friends in, Plum asking questions about plants and trees that keep Peach's eyes off the chaos behind her. One more week away and she gets a whole nights sleep, no disturbances, no bad dreams, no issues. Perhaps she did need a vacation.
#long post#i think about the group a lot#theyre a weird found family#prof.peach#prof.grey#plum#Rei#man i could really go into this whole mess#shes gonna have some TRAUMA coming back#shit really kicks off in Hisui#poor peach#i create OCs to break them#im sorry everyone
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