#captain man

You mean to tell me...your girlfriend is from Hollywood? Going to Hollywood Arts??" Henry heard from Ray, much to his annoyance, before Ray laughed straight into his face. This wasn't the first time he heard it...minus the laughter. "You!? A girlfriend!? From Hollywood!?" Ray wheezed as he laughed harder. Henry gave him an annoyed glare. "Are you done??" Henry asked deadpanned. Charlotte looked at him from the couch in the mancave as she said, "yeah, no offense Henry but... It's kinda hard to believe. You never even mentioned a girlfriend until now" with a shrug. Henry sighed out in annoyance as he said, "why the hell would I fake having a girlfriend from Hollywood!?" with annoyance and irritation lacing his tone. Charlotte gave him a deadpanned expression as she said, "I wonder why...a girl from Hollywood? It surely won't make you seem like a cool guy who FINALLY has a girlfriend?" As Henry looked at her with an open mouth and closing again--like a fish. She had a point... He can see why it seemed so unbelievable now. Jasper, who was sat next to Charlotte, decided to speak up as he said, "yeah! I mean...how could you have a girlfriend who attends Hollywood Arts?? Without us knowing?" As Henry sighed. "I already told you! I wanted to keep it a little private... Since I knew you were all gonna act like this!!" Henry exclaimed with annoyance. Ray smirked and said, "okay, let's say you DO have a girlfriend from Hollywood who attends Hollywood Arts... Why haven't we ever met her before?". Henry looked at Ray with an expression that had slight confusion as he said, "well....she's from Hollywood...and she goes to school...do I need to say more??". Charlotte gave him a tight smile as she said, "we'll believe you when we see it, Hen..." which made Henry roll his eyes at his two friends and boss.

Y/N stepped out of the taxi as she stood in front of Henry's home. She was smiling happily as it had been a while since she met up with her lovely boyfriend. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked up to his porch and rang the doorbell. A man opened up and looked a bit confused as he said, "uhm, hello, can I help you?". She recognized him as Henry's father, she had seen him in photos a few times. She smiled brightly as she answered the man with, "hello sir!! I'm here for Henry". The man looked even more confused, but turned towards the stairs and yelled out, "Henry!!! There's a girl for you!!!" And it was comical how fast Henry ran down the stairs to the point of almost falling--made her giggle as she watched. His father walked away from the door as Henry smiled at her. "Babe! You're here!!" As he hugged her tightly. She laughed as she hugged him back tightly. "Yes!! I have some free time so I decided to come visit," she explained as she looked at him. He looked her up and down--she was dressed extremely beautifully and stylishly, so cute and attractive. He blushed as he put a hand on the small of her back and led her up to his room. "How are things at school?" He asked her curiously as he grabbed her bags from her and put them on the ground by his bed. She plopped down on his bed as she began to talk excitedly. "Well it's going amazing!!! There was this producer from the Platinum Music Awards and we were able to send our auditions in so that maybe we could perform at the show and like my friend Tori won the competition but then was fired and I was banned from eating bibble with my sister!!" She rambled on happily as she explained what happened at Hollywood Arts. Henry--even though having dated her for a while--still couldn't help but be impressed. Sure, he was a superhero and was famous already, but being noticed by a producer?? That was so cool, he thought. "Yeah?? What's bibble, sweetheart?" He asked her with a smile, laced with a little confusion and curiosity, sitting down next to her. She laughed happily as she leaned into him, saying, "bibble is a delicious colorful popcorn-like candy and it's the best candy out there and I love it!!!! Me and my sister are banned from buying, eating and breathing in bibble!!!" She explained with a slight laugh and smile. Henry let out a loving chuckle as he shook his head. But his demeanor quickly grew tense as his S.W.A.T. watch went off. She looked at his watch curiously as she said, "your watch beeps". He laughed nervously as he looked at her, he then tried to explain as he said, "yeah... It's uhm...an alarm, for work...it means..that...yeah...wait here, okay?" Which in return she just nodded with a smile. He quickly rushed out of the room and went into his bathroom, locking the door. He swatted his watch open and a hologram of Ray appeared. "Hey Kid! Listen, I need you to come into work," Ray said with that annoying smirky smile. Henry replied with, "for what? I thought you said I could have the half day off? I'm a little busy with my girlfriend.. She's visiting me today," he tried to explain, only to immediately get a scoff in return. Ray said, "sure... GIRLFRIEND! HAH!! And you thought wrong. Charlotte and Jasper need help with cleaning the mancave," as Henry gave the hologram a deadpanned expression. He really couldn't stand his boss sometimes. "What do I do about Y/N then??" Henry asked his boss, Ray laughed in his face again as he said, "Y/N!? You're making up names too now!? Oh...you're making me laugh. Be here in 5" as the hologram disappeared. Henry couldn't help but look at his watch in disbelief. Was it that hard for Ray to comprehend that he didn't have girl trouble for once??

A few hours later after selling some junk, you head back to the desk to peek at the monitor, checking up on Ray. He was spread out on the couch like a starfish, playing Wii Sport tennis with bare-minimum movement. “Christ…” You sigh. He was losing. 

Not too long after watching Ray play (and lose) Wii Bowling, Henry returned from his mission of saving a lady from drowning in a pond. You winced, watching Henry yell at Ray while the man kept spooning canned meat into his mouth. Disgusting...

 “Go.” 

You turn to see Gooch back from his break, sipping on a blue raspberry slurpee and sunglasses still on his face. After working with Gooch for the last 6 months, you’ve gotten used to his limited speech. In a way, you appreciate it and sometimes prefer it over small talk. Makes it easier to understand people. 

Not that you understand people at all. 

You grab your jacket and head outside, wincing at the sudden brightness of the sun and wishing you had your own shades to wear. Walking over to the alley a few buildings down, you pull out a smoke and a lighter, taking a puff while checking your phone. You see the headlines. 

Kid Danger Saves Norwegian Tourist from Swellview Lake!

 Escaped Tiger Returned to Zoo by Kid Danger; Captain Man Not a Cat Person? 

Rolex Robbers Stopped by Kid Danger; Captain Man Tardy to the Party

You feel bad for the kid, really. 

Part of you understands why the Captain is so afraid— he’s never really been vulnerable before. You remember yesterday when he came running into the store freaking out about a bee sting. It reminded you of when you were a kid, crying to the camp counselor after getting stung. You almost felt bad for the Captain. 

But then you remembered he’s a 30 year old man paying a pre-teen $9.00 an hour to put himself in mortal danger all alone; so you shoved a bag of ice in Ray’s chest and told him to cry you a river. 

“I’m assuming you know those cause cancer right?” 

You look up to see Charlotte, her backpack strung over one shoulder and a single eyebrow quirked in judgment. 

“Do they?” You hum in fake-thought. “I thought everyone was just faking it.” You smile but put out the cigarette nonetheless; you wanna be a good influence (though, you’re pretty sure Charlotte’s too smart to ever pick up the habit). “How’s it going Charlotte? Speaking of, discover the cure for cancer yet?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah- not smoking that crap.”

“Touché.”

 She adjusts the weight of her rucksack. “Is Ray in?” 

You scoff. “Oh yeah, he’s in alright. Pretty sure he’s permanently glued himself to the couch with syrup.” 

Charlotte’s nose crinkles in slight disgust. “Hm.. Charming.” She continues. “Anyway, I did some digging and I found something that might help him.” 

You can’t help the snort that escapes you. “Yeah good luck with that, girl. The guy’s got zero motivation; he’s completely given up. I don’t even think Pamela Anderson would be able to get him off the couch.” 

Charlotte tilts her head. “Who?” 

“Pamela Anderson? Super hot model?” You try again. “Baywatch?” 

She slowly shakes her head. “Unfamiliar with who or what a Baywatch is. Have you tried using Henry’s mom?”

It was your turn to look confused. 

Charlotte sighed. “He’s really into Henry’s mom. It’s super gross.” 

Ray being attracted to a (probably) super hot suburban mom with her life together? Typical. 

You felt the need for another smoke. 

Charlotte seemed to remember why she came. “I need to go see Ray.” She headed off for the entrance of Junk-N-Stuff. “See ya later!”

You mumble a goodbye and light up another cigarette. 

Your thoughts drift back to Ray, wondering if Charlotte’s news will indeed get him out of the slump. The information Charlotte gave you made you snicker quietly. 

So. Henry’s mom does it for the Captain, huh? 

You and Captain Man—Ray—didn’t talk much. In fact, it would be accurate to say you two didn’t exactly get along. While it’s true keeping an eye on him and aiding his superhero activities was part of your job, your relationship with him did not extend farther than that. Working your ass off at school and a second job was exhausting, so clocking in to Junk-N-Stuff to see Ray playing Guitar Hero still in his pajamas irked you slightly; however, you do recognize he does fight crime to keep Swellview safe, so the irritation is irrational and brief. 

But then you look at him. 

And the irrational irritation comes back. 

Like an itch, the annoyance you feel for Ray originates from an unknown source and drives you crazy.

Maybe it’s his arrogant attitude? 

His stupidly large biceps?

His disregard for Henry and Charlotte? 

His obnoxiously broad chest?

His vanity?

A mystery, truly. 

So finding out something personal about Ray, such as his type in women, was humorous to you-- like learning a useless secret about your boss. 

You continue to smoke in the alleyway for a bit before your brain is scratched with idle curiosity, encouraging you to pull out your phone. After doing some Facebook stalking, you let out a low whistle. 

Huh…wonder if Henry’s mom ever gets lonely. 

Charlotte’s research did not, in fact, get him out of the slump. After your break, you resumed your position at the desk while Gooch worked on his own tasks in the back. A glance at the monitor showed Ray exactly where he was when you left: on the couch in his sweatpants. You bite back a groan. He’s such a child. 

A ping on your mobile alerted you of a new message. Fishing out your phone from your back pocket, you see a new text message— from Ray of all people. 

Again, you don't get along with Ray.

For a superhero, he’s annoyingly arrogant— which grinds your gears. Likewise, you’re pretty sure your sarcasm and smartass attitude gets under his skin. Whenever you two do interact, it’s extremely tense; like the wrong word will cause someone to snap.  

You two do not get along at all. Which is fine- you hardly have to talk to him anyway. Exchanging numbers was mostly for work-related business. On your second week, after passing each other frequently with no exchanges past the initial interview, he had given you a slip of paper containing his phone number. He said nothing else; just looked anywhere but you before retreating back to the man cave.

‘My boss is so damn weird’ You thought back then. 

Your last text from Ray read: 

Ray-Ray: I’m expecting an interview with someone around 3. Send him clown.

Ray-Ray: Down* 

You: okay

Your newest text from him reads: 

Ray-Ray: 7876. 

You furrow your brows in confusion. 

What?

You: what?

On the monitor you see Ray look at his phone. He begins texting with an unphased expression on his face. 

Ray-Ray: I ordered food. That’s the pin number for the delivery guy. Bring it down to me when it gets here. 

Anger flashes through you. 

The audacity! 

You: im not your slave get it yourself 

Ray-Ray: You’re my employee. Which is basically the same thing. 

You: don’t u have a snack machine that can make literally anything

Ray-Ray It doesn’t hit the same. 

Ray-Ray: Also I don’t wanna get up :P

You had half a mind to send the last 7 hours of camera footage to the news. The true nature of Captain Man. 

“Delivery for Raymond?” 

You look up to see an energetic 20 year old holding a sealed bag of Thai food. You’re tempted to risk all secrecy and identities by sending her down yourself, but her next words stop you. 

“The instructions say ‘bring to the grouchy lady at the desk with the botched haircut’?” 

Oh. My. God. He's gonna regret acting like this when he’s vulnerable to ass-kickings. 

You plaster on your best smile and take the bag, not being careful with the contents at all. “Yep. That’s me.” 

“Perfect! Could I just get the pin?” 

You recite the 7876 back to her while she types it away. You open up the bag and see a take-out container of Pad Thai. Typical. 

The delivery girl speaks up again, nervous this time. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I know you already opened the food but I have to take a picture of it.” She laughs awkwardly. “Proof of delivery and all that.” 

You smile once more. 

“Of course.” You grab the pencil sharpener next to your unfinished midterm paper and empty the contents all over the food, pencil shavings and graphite spilling all over the hot noodles. “Don’t forget the flash.” 

Posing for the photo with a certain hand gesture, the delivery girl gives you a weird look and takes the picture, leaving without another word. 

Fuming, you grab his food and march towards the elevator, yelling to Gooch you’re going downstairs. Pressing the button, you clutch the container and hold your breath. You hate this part. 

The ground seemingly plummets to the floor as the elevator drops at an unprecedented rate, your screams echoing around the elevator shaft. 

When the elevator slams to a stop and your knees buckle to the ground, you know you’ve made it to the Man Cave. The door slides open with a relaxing chime, and you smell him before you see him. 

Dear God. 

Captain Man, hero of Swellview, was sprawled on the couch in the same pajamas you saw on the monitor playing Animal Crossing. His villager just got stung by a swarm of wasps. 

“I’m not even invulnerable on a perfect island utopia…”

“Hey bossman.” You stumble at first when you first get to your feet, but you’re quickly storming over to him. “Your food.” You practically drop the bagged food on his chest. 

“Hey hey hey! Careful!” He scrambles up to a sitting position, picking up the food and looking at you in alarm. “That could’ve burned me! Or bruised me, or–” 

“If you don’t shut the hell up I’m gonna bruise you.” 

He blinked in surprise, looking gobsmacked with his half-opened takeout in his lap.

“Watching you these past few days has been a nightmare. A nightmare, Ray! I have never, in my life, been more embarrassed just looking at another person. Eating cold meat? From a can?! What the hell man!” You realized in your haze of anger, you didn’t really prepare a speech or anything. Now you were just spilling everything out. “Look, I get your having some sort of crisis or something. Yes yes, the idea of getting hurt is scary. Newsflash buddy: no shit! You of all people know the kind of jankass city we live in! I walk to class everyday knowing I could just be attacked by the plethora of freaks that terrorize Swellview. Is my phone going to get eaten by a human shark? I don’t know. Is my morning commute going to be ruined by a grown man dressed as a toddler? It happened—twice!” 

You take a deep breath, feeling your anger start to consume you. You continue with a more calm voice. “But that doesn’t stop me from going to work everyday, or stop me from living my life. As scared as I’ve ever been, I’ve never become a lump on a couch eating meat out of a can.” 

It’s quiet as Ray stares at you, processing all the words you vomited out at him. 

“Hey...” He looks down at his food for a solid minute. You think he's finally about to apologize for being a piece of shit when he raises to look back up at you. “Are these pencil shavings in my Pad Thai?” 

Alright. 

Before you could stop to think about it, you pinned him down to the couch and held your forearm to his throat. Your other hand comes up to grip his hair, yanking his head back. 

“Listen, asshole. Wallow in your own filth like a pig for all I care, send Henry off to do your job until he drops dead, waste away down here like some loser who cried over a bee sting.” 

“That-” 

The arm on his throat came up to quickly clamp down on his mouth, silencing him with your hand.

“Shut up!” With his mouth covered and head pulled back by his hair, you had a clear view of his eyes and the freckled skin surrounding it. Sun-kissed skin and warm, blue eyes stared up at you in shock. 

You continued, putting more weight on him to keep him pinned. “Become a pathetic has-been for all I care. But do not ever treat me like your slave again.” Your grip on his hair tightened as you grew more frustrated. “I’m not your sidekick and I’m definitely not your fucking mommy. Got it? So either get the fuck up, or grow the fuck up.” 

But Ray just continued to stare up at you with wide eyes, breath puffing out of his nose heavily. After a moment of no one saying anything you start to feel insecure, like he wasn’t taking you seriously. 

Tightening your grip on his brown hair, you pull it harder. 

“I said do you understand–”

The second you yanked his hair, two hands flew to grab your hips tightly. His eyes screwed shut for a split second before fluttering back open to look into yours. 

Um. What the hell was that. 

You stared back at him, your disturbed and confused eyes meeting his wide ones. 

For a second you think he’s going to throw you off of him—

Wait. 

He easily could’ve thrown me off this whole time. He may not have his invulnerability, but he’s still a man with muscles and fighting skills. Why hasn’t he thrown me off yet? 

You wrack your brain for an answer. 

Did I hurt him? Was it when I pulled his hair? 

Experimentally, you curl your fingers through brunette strands to get a firmer grip before tightly and slowly pulling his hair. 

The muffled grunt from under your hand told you all you needed to know. 

Huh. 

What an exhilarating feeling, knowing you were causing pain to the once indestructible Captain Man. The guy was afraid of nothing and never worried about feeling pain—ever. You’ve literally seen him do a backflip off a building before falling 50 feet. 

“Oh,” you frown, moving his head slightly to remind him of the hold you have on him. His blue eyes followed yours as you pouted in mockery. “Does that hurt?” 

You laugh, adjusting yourself so your knees press into his sides more, part of you hoping it hurts, and settle onto his leg while you continue mocking him. 

When he flinched, you took that as confirmation. 

“Oh come on! This is pathetic, Ray! You’re 90% muscle and been shot at more times than all Presidents combined- and yet a bee sting and little hair pulling is all it takes to bring down the mighty Captain Man?” 

You move your hand away from his mouth (since he wasn’t moving it himself with his free hands... for whatever reason) to hear his retort to your taunts. You waited for him to throw you off, get to his feet in a fit of insecurity, and get his ass back in the field to prove nothing can take down the mighty Captain Man. 

Except he didn’t do any of that. 

Instead, his chapped lips were parted as heavy breaths escaped him. Ray’s eyes flickered to your lips for a brief moment, licking his dry lips quickly before returning his gaze back to your eyes; except this time, his ocean eyes looked a shade darker than they just did. 

You blinked. 

Then blinked again. 

Uh. What. 

For whatever reason— maybe the sight of him looking at yours— you felt the compulsion to look at his lips. Your eyes flickered from scared blue eyes to parted lips. 

They looked.. normal. Jesus does his breath reek though. Like meat and— 

Realizing you can smell his breath, you looked back up, seeing how close you’ve been to him this whole time. 

Your ears burned slightly once you realized you’ve been quiet for a hot minute, maybe even caught looking at his lips. Fearing losing control over the situation, your hands tighten on his hair once more, harsher than you meant to. Your free hand fists the fabric of his stained shirt and robe, hoping to snap the attention away from where he was currently looking.

“HEY, answer me—“ 

This time, when you pulled his hair, his hands gripped your hips tighter and pulled you even closer as he moved his leg under you. 

You thought that this was it— this is where he throws you off. 

Except he doesn’t. 

Because that’s not his leg. 

You glance down, preparing to meet the floor, only to see you haven't been on his leg throughout this entire exchange. 

You’ve been on his dick. 

His very erect dick. 

You stare down between you two as it all clicks into place. 

The groans; the hands; the not fighting back; the sneaked look; his—

You swallow. 

“Do-“ You can’t believe you’re about to say this—to Ray of all people. “Do you.. like— ?” 

“N-No..” His voice cracks. He swallows, still looking at you before scoffing. “Pfft. No. Definitely not.” 

You stare at him and everything sinks in. 

“Oh.. my god—“

“Listen it’s not what it—“

“Holy shit Ray—“

“You were the one that got on me—“

“Because I was pissed off! Not because I wanted to…” you trail off, too flustered to say anything. “Not because of anything!” You scoff, allowing yourself to look him up and down with disgust. “Your breath smells disgusting and your shirt smells even worse. Trust me— there is nothing about you I am even remotely interested in.” 

He narrows his eyes and returns the judgmental up-and-down look of you. “And what, you think I am? You smell like a chain smoker and dress like Jesse Pinkman.” He scoffs. “Trust me— there is nothing about you that’s remotely attractive.” 

You gape at him in anger.

“At least I have basic fucking hygiene! You’ve only gotten up three times—THREE TIMES— in the past two days! Are you telling me you’ve only had to piss three times?!” 

“Ew! Why have you been watching me for two days?! That’s freaking creepy!” 

Before you could respond, he continued his tirade. “Besides, there is no way in hell I’m getting a lecture on health from someone who smokes cancer sticks!” 

You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off again, pulling you down closer to him with hands that are still on your waist!

He laughs in disbelief. “Also–HA– have you seen me? I’m everyone’s type, sweetheart.” Shut up. “Unlike you, I have something to show off— my super fit bod.” Please god shut up. “I mean, pfft, how could I be attracted to something no one has ever seen? Who knows what unattractive, disfigured blob is hiding behind all these Adam Sandler clothes—“ 

SHUT UP!

In a fit of frustration, you tangle your hands through his hair, not caring if you scraped his scalp, and pull on the unwashed strands—hard. 

Ray promptly shuts up, his offending words being cut off with a groan instead. His eyes squeeze shut and his hands tighten on your hips. 

You don’t even like Ray. 

You two do not get along— that much is obvious. You have no desire to change that, or no desire to change his opinion on you. 

But goddamn you were one competitive son of a bitch. 

And you’ll be damned if you aren’t the one with the last word. 

So you scrape his scalp with your nails and promptly grind against his erection, rolling your hips and not breaking eye contact. 

You chuckle when Ray’s mouth opens in a breathless groan. 

“Don’t lie Ray. You like this.” 

“No I—“

You roll your hips again, taking immense pleasure in the power you have over the superhero. 

“No?” you smirk down at him, yanking his head up to look at you when it drops. You get closer to his face, holding his head in place while you whisper against his lips. “So that’s not your hard-on I feel through your sweatpants?”

Ray swallows, gaze flickering to your lips. 

The hand that was bunched in his shirt travels down, roaming over the top of his sweatpants. Slowly, you slip it inside and tug on the waistband of his boxers before going to cup his cock through the fabric of his boxers. 

Holy fuck. Captain Man is packing! 

Ignoring that thought, you continue to feel up his hardening length through the fabric, the sensation almost enough to make you moan, but you hold it in. 

You lean down to the side of his neck and whisper against his skin there. “I think you are enjoying this. In fact…” You lick up the side of his neck, sucking his pulse point. You hear him hiss above you and feel the roll of his hips against your hand. You pull it back and smirk, whispering against his glistening skin. “...I think you want me to keep going.” 

You pull away to take a look at his face. His pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed, and his chest is heaving with want. 

You have no idea where this confidence in you has come from. You can’t even tell the TA to go fuck herself when she grades your paper like you killed her puppy. All you know is that right now, at this very moment, you’re pissed off. 

And maybe a little turned on. 

You roll your hips again, this time slow and firm, and finally let out a soft moan at the sight of him falling apart beneath you. 

“Yeah? You want–”

You don’t get to finish your taunt because you’re interrupted. Rudely. 

By Ray.

Crashing his lips onto yours.

It’s messy and uncoordinated, has more teeth than lips, and so unbelievably hot. 

You gasp into his mouth when he bites down on your bottom lip, which he takes advantage of to ravish your mouth with his tongue. His disgusting, unwashed and canned meat-flavored tongue. 

“You…taste…so gross..” You get out in puffs of breaths in between each crushing kiss. You grind your hips down onto him, noticing a dampness in your panties you weren’t sure how long it's been there.

“You taste so fucking disgusting.” He groans, bringing your hips down to meet his thrusts. “Like cigarettes and coffee.” His mouth engulfs yours once more, tongue exploring your mouth like a man starving. 

“Shut up.” 

You break apart the kiss. With a string of drool connecting your mouths, you yank his head back, going down to mark up the exposed skin once more.

Except you don’t get to because suddenly you find yourself flipped, with Ray above you and a hand pinning your wrists above you. 

“W-What..” Dazed and confused, you look up at Ray to see him smirking victoriously at you, lips swollen and raspberry marks on his neck.  

And that’s when it really hits you: 

Ray is…big. 

You always knew that, you’re not fucking blind. 

But it really sinks in now. 

His broad shoulders span across the entirety of your vision. A single one of his hands is large enough to grip both of your wrists together above your head, giving you a perfect angle of his giant bicep flexing. His large chest was heaving, and his other large hand traveled down to palm at your dampening center. 

You gasp at the feeling, tugging against the restraint. 

“You are such a fucking brat.” 

After unbuttoning the top of your pants and undoing the zipper, his hand moves to slip inside your jeans, feeling the object of your shame even from the outside of your panties. He groans at the touch. 

“Fuck…you’re so wet.” 

You’ve never heard Captain Man curse before today. (Shamefully, it kinda turned you on.) “Damn sweet cheeks…I don’t think I’m the one who wants something here.” He clicks his tongue at you, moving a finger to trace the entrance of your pussy through the cotton of your panties. You bite down on your lips to stop the whimper about to escape you, tugging at his iron-clad grip once more. 

“Ray…” 

Some sort of restraint snapped in Ray then, because after you said his name, his mouth was attacking your neck. 

“Fuck,” you breathe, your hips involuntarily bucking up as he bends to kiss your neck. Your mouth falls open at the feeling of Ray’s hot breath against your jugular, the quick flicks of his tongue as he plants open-mouthed kisses from the base of your throat to the sensitive spot below your ear. You unconsciously tilt your head to give him access, leaning back further as he nips at the skin there. His free hand continues to rub your entrance from outside of your panties, soaking your underwear even further. His thumb traces the edge of your panties, teasing you for a moment by pulling on them, before his hand slips back out to the outside of your jeans to rub over over the rough material, holding down your waist. His scruffy five o’clock shadow scrapes your skin raw, right over the pulse point. Despite laying down, you feel your legs start to shake– with arousal or anger, you’re not sure.  Probably both. “God..” you groan in frustration at being put in this position. “F-Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” he asks between kisses, the vibration of his husky voice making you shiver. Ray takes the time to suck at one spot in particular, drawing a whine from you, before he pulls back. Your chest heaves in exertion, and you just register the taste of blood in your mouth– as you didn’t realize you’ve been biting down on your lip. Once your hazy vision clears a bit, you look up to see Ray leaning over you, his bicep flexing even from under his grey shirt as he continues pining you down. His eyes are dark, his lips flushed and parted slightly as he catches his breath.

You almost vomit at the intruding thought that he looks kind of good like this. 

He smirks down at you. “I knew you wanted me.” 

Okay that’s it. 

Hooking your leg around his waist, you use all your strength to flip your bodies, counting on the momentum to be enough to overpower his strength. 

Straddling him once more, legs pinning down his, you once again grab a fistful of hair and regain control. 

Yanking his head to the side, you hiss in his ear. 

“Listen Captain Munch, I think you’re forgetting something here.”  

“I–”

“Shut up.”  

Ensuring he would indeed shut up, you use your other hand to reach up and slightly choke his throat. Not enough to hurt him or cut off any air, but enough to make him shut the hell up. Ray groaned, and you could feel just how excited the Captain really was from your spot on his groin. His hands once more found a place on your hips, fingers gripping you tightly. Even through the thick material of your jeans, you could feel his hard length pressing into you. 

“The thought of your sweaty, unwashed dick being anywhere near me makes my skin crawl,” You growl in his ear. “Even before you got sprayed with the tears of the Jolly Beetle and became a giant pussy, you have always pissed me off. Having no regard for your employees, flirting with every set of boobs in the state,” You remember the Fourth of July cookout he threw at the store where he juggled three different women at once.

“--And being an unbearable, arrogant prick every chance you get. And now? Now that you can feel pain like everyone else, you’re acting like the world ended– like being normal is some sort of curse and poorer quality of life.” 

Making sure he’s still paying attention, you nip at his earlobe and slightly apply pressure to his throat. You feel his hips buck up into yours and a groan of your name escapes his lips.

Ignoring the tingle the sound of your name from him gives you, you continue to growl in his ear. “No one liked you because you were some buff, indestructible superhero that fought crime; they liked you because you’re literally indestructible and chose to protect them rather than take advantage of them. So get your head out of your ass and Captain Man up.” 

It was quiet after you spoke, the only sound filling the silence was the hum of machinery and heavy breathing.  For a moment, you think your words finally sunk in for him, and maybe even changed his perspective on–

“….You think I’m buff?” 

“Jesus Christ, that’s all you got from that? Are you serious?!” 

“Hey, you said it–” 

Purely wanting him to shut up, you slam your lips onto his. His lips move roughly and eagerly against yours, tongues fighting for dominance as both of your hips rolled against each other now. 

“Fuck,” you breath in between breaks of air. “You’re so full of yourself it’s unbearable.” 

“Ugh.. your stupid lip is bleeding,” he grunts out, using his hands to help guide your hips roll against his. “It tastes so gross.” 

“Oh yeah?” You moan, no longer bothering to attempt holding it in when you feel his hard length press against you just right through his sweatpants. Part of you was afraid you would start soaking through your jeans.

“You hate it? Here, let me help you with that.” 

Without warning, the next slide of his lips against yours ended with you biting down harshly, definitely breaking skin. He groaned in pain as you pulled away from him slowly, still tugging on his bottom lip. Releasing his lip, you saw bright red blood staining his mouth. You then move to suck gently on his upper lip while his hands increase their speed at bringing you down on his no doubt leaking erection through his pants. 

He groans your name and screws his eyes shut, cheeks flushed pink.

A sudden realization strikes you and it’s almost enough to make you come right then and there.

“Oh my god,” you try to taunt him with a cruel laugh but it just comes out as a breathless gasp. “You like it, don’t you? I don’t just mean this– I mean you actually get off to the feeling of pain…don’t you?”

He doesn't answer, digging his fingers into your sides instead, hard enough to bruise. He doesn't stop the rhythmic thrusts up to meet the roll of your hips.  

Testing your theory, you apply more pressure to his throat, actually choking him slightly this time. 

Ray moans, the sound coming out cracked and muffled from being choked. His hips stutter and his hands hold you firmly in place, slamming you against the press of clothed hard-on. 

Holy shit. 

You laugh deliriously. This newfound realization combined with the hot exertion of your hips and being so close to his heated body made your head spin and sweat. 

“How..fucking…ironic..” You pant, leaning down to return the onslaught he gave on your neck earlier. One of his hands comes up to tangle in your hair as you suck and nip at his pulse point, licking at the perspiration that’s appeared on his skin. 

“N-No....” He moans.

“Who would’ve thought..” you suck hard at the skin there, finding the taste of his sweat was starting to grow on you.

“It’s not what it..”

“..That Captain Man, indestructible hero of Swellview—“ You pop off of his neck to speak, finding a deep red mark on his neck near where you bruised his skin earlier.

“S-Shit…!” His grip tightens on your hair, pulling it slightly and causing you to groan and grind your clothed pussy against his groin roughly. 

“—Had a secret kink for feeling pain..” Satisfied with your work (yet unsure how long it will stay on his skin) you lean back up to glance at his face. 

You were not disappointed. 

Captain Man, hero of Swellview, looked absolutely wrecked. 

Cheeks flushed, half-lidded glassy eyes, and blood smeared across his parted lips that panted out noises you’ll be remembering in your dreams. 

“P-Please…” He breathes, hips stuttering. “...I’m almost–” 

“Yeah? You gonna come?” You pick up the speed, chasing your own release. 

“Yes..!” 

“You gonna come in your pants like a pathetic, horny little teenager?” 

“Yes! Yes…Fuck... I’m–!” 

Just as you felt his body stiffen and hips jerk, you hopped off of Ray onto the linoleum floor. 

Breathing heavily, you adjusted your clothes and ran a shaky hand through your hair, hoping the stench of the Man Cave didn’t latch onto your clothes. 

Ray’s eyes that were screwed shut a moment ago flickered open. “W-What–”

“Wow..” You let out a long exhale. “That was super gross.” 

Blinking a few times, Ray suddenly sprang to a sitting position once he registered what had happened. 

“What the hell!”  

Admiring the view of Ray still looking wrecked with a very sizable tent in his pants, you scoff at him. 

“What, did you actually think I was gonna make you come? Dude, you’ve left Henry to deal with all of Swellview’s crime by himself so you can rot on the couch. No way in hell was I gonna reward you for being a piece of shit.” You crinkle your nose at him and look him up and down, soaking in the sight of Captain Man in this vulnerable state. “Plus, I thought you liked pain. And there’s nothing more painful than blue balls.”

Ray’s jaw drops and he stares at you in disbelief. He wordlessly opened and closed his mouth, speechless. “You—You came all the way down here just to torture me because–” He looks around in anger and confusion. “What, because I was being a jerk?!” 

“No, I came down here because you ordered me too boss.” Bending down and picking up the container of Pad Thai, you shove it into his hands. “But I’m glad you recognize you’ve been a dick.”

“I said jerk.” 

“That too.” 

Ray continues to stare at you, flabbergasted and still flushed, when his watch makes a beeping sound, signaling someone trying to contact him. 

He stares at it, then you, and back at the watch. He swallows. 

You sigh and crouch down to be more eye level with him. 

“Look, do you really wanna stay down here marinating in your own filth and fear like a pathetic, manchild loser,” He gives you a look at your superlatives. “Or do you wanna be Captain Man?” 

Ray stares at you for a moment longer before nodding in newfound determination. Face hardened, he stands up and throws his takeout to the floor. 

“You’re right.” 

You nod back and dap him up, holding onto each other's clasped hands for a moment in shared resolve. Then, before you can think about it, you pull on the hand still in your grasp and yank him down to kiss him roughly. 

Your hands fly to his hair and his roam all over your body. The slight hum of machines in the Man Cave is accompanied by the sound of wet kissing, lips smacking against each other and moaning softly. One of his hands travels to the small of your back to press you closer, your body finding his half-hard erection. You bite his lip, earning a soft groan, and use the opportunity to slip your tongue in. Your hand goes to the back of his neck to hold him closer while you defile his mouth with your tongue that probably still tastes like cigarettes and coffee. He doesn’t seem to mind though, as his hand slips down to grope your ass, eliciting a soft moan from you. Just as he starts to deepen the kiss further, you slip your hand into his pant pocket pulling out both things of chewing gum: one superhero-flavored, and one spearmint-flavored. 

Pulling away, you wipe your lips clean of any blood with the back of your hand. “This is for you,” you open the Superhero gumball and press it against his lips, pushing it past and letting him suck on the tip of your finger slightly when it intrudes in his mouth. “And this is for me.” You pop a piece of the spearmint gum in your mouth and pocket the rest of the pack. 

“Hey that’s mine–”

“Shut up. Your breath smelled so bad I’m gonna need the whole pack to get your taste out of my mouth.” 

“...Is it that bad?”

“Two days, Ray.” 

“Touché."

When his watch began beeping again, you gave him a salute and walked towards the elevator, feeling his eyes on you while walking away. 

“Good luck, Captain Munch.” 

Later, once Captain Man returned from the mission and had his powers rejuvenated from the Jolly Beetle enzymes, you approach him and ask about the Memory Eraser. 

“Why would you want the Memory Eraser?” 

“So I can forget I literally felt your dick through your boxers, Ray. Obviously.” 

Ray tells you he lost it, and doesn’t look sorry about it. 

And if he looks at you nervously a few days later while Henry is retelling the story of Captain Man using it against his classmate and father, you don’t say anything. 

You’ve had worse managers.

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Feeling bad for the boy, you decided to change spots and put on his costume to fight crime with Captain Man before he got a chance to show up for work one day. It left you with a broken rib from getting thrown through a countertop in a diner across town.

Henry was furious and glared at you when you got back to the Man Cave. Ray clapped you on the back with a smirk. You repressed a groan as you clutched an arm to your ribs, pretending you were perfectly fine. Clearly you needed more practice out there, but if it gave Henry a break, you would endure it again.

"Well done kid. You really threw yourself at that burly criminal! He never saw it coming!" Ray chuckled, proud of the outcome of the mission. He went over to the Autosnacker and began ordering, turning away from you. Ray was oblivious to the angry teenager that stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. It made the young boy's anger grow even more.

"You know, you're like a Kid Danger 2.0" He continued as he threw some pieces of popcorn into his mouth. "Oh, I got it!! How about Girl Danger! Yeah?" He raised an eyebrow, still riding the high from the fight, and pointed a finger towards the injured girl who still wore Henry's superhero suit. You had moved to stand beside the boy, trying to silently apologize for taking his costume. It was exciting to be out there fighting the bad guys, it was a rush, but a part of you still felt bad for making him so angry.

"Really? The only way she would be dangerous is when she's on her period." Henry finally spoke up, his anger finally boiling to the surface as he laughed bitterly. That made you snap your head towards him in shock.

"Ha! Thats a good one, Kid!" Their boss agreed, not really taking a moment to realize how upsetting it was to the girl who practically threw herself into danger to help keep him out of harm's way.

That is when the real distain started towards Henry Hart. Their shared laughter rang in your ears for weeks. Mocking you as if you were less than. It bugged you, eating away at you from the inside out. Even at just 13, the backhanded sexist comment wasn't lost on you.

Sure, it was out of jealousy and bitterness, but at the time it hurt you more than you would ever admit.

There were many little moments that made your hatred for him grow even more. Since that whole incident, you both started a rivalry to see which one of you could be a better sidekick for Captain Man. Between the yelling, arguing and nitpicking at the little missteps in each other's routine during a fight, it was quickly becoming the only consistent thing in both of your lives.

At one point there was even a poll online for who Captain Man's best sidekick was according to the citizens of Swellview. No one knew who had won since a certain someone hacked into the Swellview Internet Database and deleted all of the information that ever existed about it. Not a single person stepped forward to confess but everyone in the Man Cave had a sneaking suspicion about who had done it. Schwoz, the little smirking man in the corner when the internet shut down while Henry and you were huddled around the computer screen with Ray for the results. What a shame.

The saving grace, however, was Charlotte. The two of you became quick friends, and you finally gained another girl on your side. You weren't alone anymore and that made working there a whole lot easier. It also gave you more time to one-up everything that Henry did. The two of you got quite close over the four years that she was a part of the team.

Charlotte hated your petty rivalry and often called it 'childish and unnecessary'. The one time she had to cover as a substitute Kid Danger was when you were sick. Normally you would've jumped on the opportunity, but Schwoz had decided to feed you some science cookies he had cooked up and now you were currently curled up on the couch in the man cave with ice on your head as Schwoz kept asking you obvious questions.

You looked up with an expectant smile as you saw the tube come down with Charlotte stepping out from under it soon after. A disgusted look on her face as she wiped off the sludge that had gathered on her arms from the mission. Her costume was singed at the edges and her hair was fuzzy, sticking up in all different directions. It was almost comical and reminded you of how cartoons picture characters after an explosion. "I don't know how you and Henry can do this for a living. You've done this for years and you're still not tired of it. I've done it for a day and I'm ready for retirement."

You laughed at her joke, which was soon followed by a cough. "Thank you for covering for me. Henry couldn't do it because of some stupid after school thing"

"Is everything he does stupid to you?" She asked as she plopped down beside you.

Your nose scrunched up as a waft of her stench drifted towards you, almost making you even more sick just by the smell. "Not everything. Just most things- Ugh what is that?"

"uhh.. burnt anchovies, I think? I was standing in the canned food aisle of Swellview Foods when some petty criminal decided to blow up the things he deemed 'Too Expensive'"

"You smell awful, Char but on the bright side I think you opened up my sinuses." A brief moment of laughter was shared between the two before Charlotte reached into the pocket of the Kid Danger suit and pulled out a shriveled anchovy. She dropped it onto your lap, and you squirmed away quickly, knocking off the icepack in the process.

"Looks like there was a survivor" She smirked before getting back up. "You should really talk to him, you know. Outside of work, I mean. You two would actually be friends if you weren't in constant competition."

After getting off of the couch, Schwoz swiftly jabbed you in the arm with the finished antidote. You yelped and swatted at his arm out of retaliation. Realizing you didn't respond to your friend, you turned back to her with a shrug. "I like making his life difficult, it keeps him on his toes"

"Or! Maybe you just like being on his mind constantly, any way that you can be. Because you like him~" She teased and got up from the couch as well, pointing an accusatory finger to your chest.

"I don't.. Like him" You mumbled, matching her tone.

Speak of the devil. The elevator beeped and out came Henry. He dropped his school bag by the door and walked over to the group. "I see the she-devil has arisen" He smiled and nodded to you. There lacked any ill intention behind his comment as he continued. “Feeling any better?"

"Just peachy" You replied quickly and crossed your arms, your mood instantly souring upon his arrival in the Man Cave. It was as if on instinct you fell back into your petty ways. Charlotte sighed in frustration and went off to the back to shower finally.

Your eyes watched the boy silently before finally speaking again, letting your arms drop to your sides. "How was the after-school program?"

After raising a questioning brow, curious of your motives, he went to get comfortable on the couch. "Principal says I can make up for all the classwork I missed from wor-" As soon as he sat down the condensation from the ice pack instantly made its way onto his pants. He grimaced. "Why is my butt wet?" After another moment he gasped. "And why does it smell so fishy?"

Schwoz giggled. "Henry has wet butt!" You looked to the man and shook your head, trying desperately to hide your amusement but inevitably failed, joining in with the laughter.

Taking a few strides towards where the boy sat you reached down to the seat beside him and tossed the shriveled anchovy in his direction. He shrieked and fell backwards, landing unceremoniously on his back. Sprawled out on the floor, he groaned dramatically.

You smirked before reaching over to the 'Sick bin' that Schwoz had set out for you earlier. Reaching inside, you grabbed a towel and placed it on the table for him while he wasn't looking before walking off to the back.

It was another night patrol in Swellview. It should've been relatively simple. A call came in complaining of loud banging in the alleyway near their apartment building.

Crime was pretty slow that night, otherwise you all probably would've ignored the call and just given it to the police to deal with. Henry was busy with a family reunion, which he insisted wasn't very important, but you beat him to the mission first. Much to his disappointment.

Captain Man walked beside you in the dark alley, passing by some dingey dumpsters that rattled softly. "You should check that out"

"Why do I need to check it out?" You asked, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. Your mask scrunched around your nose slightly with the movement.

"Because you're..shorter" He explained simply, as if it made all the sense in the world.

You picked up a stray pipe that was lying on the concrete before giving in. With a sigh, not willing to argue pointlessly, you approached the dumpster with caution.

Opening the lid with a creak, you looked over the edge to see a bunch of trash bags stacked together inside. You made a curious hum before a startled screech rang out. A fluffy raccoon jumped out of the dumpster, clinging to your face as you fell backwards on the ground. The pipe clattered beside you as you frantically tried to pry the animal off of you. "Captain Man!"

Ray laughed, holding his stomach as he bent over from excursion. "Oh! You got raccooned!"

A noise from the dumpster drew his attention, stopping the laughter as he approached it without a care in the world.

Just as you released the claws of the raccoon from your skin, it skittered away quickly and you rose to your feet, panting. Sending an angry glare towards your boss. You were about to comment before you saw a second raccoon spring up and latch onto Captain Man.

It clawed angrily at his face, sinking its nails into each piece of flesh it could. This one seemed much scrawnier and rabid than the one that had attacked you previously.

You could have helped, you really could've, but instead you decided to take a step back, pipe in hand and a content smirk on your lips as you waited for the onslaught to end so you could return back to the Man Cave. "Karma"

-Back in the Man Cave-

"If he wasn't invincible, I swear he would have had rabies by now" Your amused laugh rang out. Currently you sat by Henry on the couch, still clad in your suit as you watched your boss pacing back and forth angrily. "Do you see him foaming at the mouth too?" You leaned over to the boy to whisper.

That had Henry looking at your boss as well. Sharing a laugh together seemed to draw the man's attention. Ray furiously wiped at the corner of his mouth. White foam suspiciously frothed up and leaked from his lips. "It's not rabies!" He insisted, clearly irritated by the joke.

"Schwoz will fix the rabies! Come here." Came a voice from behind the couch, the scientist popping up into your line of sight. His smile crazed with barely contained excitement.

"Stay away from me Schwoz!" Ray warned, grabbing the nearest weapon to him in order to defend himself.

A chase ensued around the entire Man Cave. Surprisingly Schwoz could move very quickly when he wanted to. Like right now, as he was now equipped with a long test tube and multiple cotton swabs. "Let me schwab you!"

"There will be no schwabbing! I'm perfectly healthy!"

By this time the scratches and bite marks had disappeared completely on the superhero's skin, but that didn't sway the scientist away from his persuit.

"Oh, come on! Just let the man schwab your mouth, Ray!" Henry spoke up beside you, a playful tone taking over as you both continued to watch with amusement.

"If he was going to schwab my mouth, I wouldn't be running from him! He's a maniac! Now, help me fend him off!"

"I uh... we can't! I have to help y/n clean those cuts. real serious stuff. Not all of us can be invincible, you know"

You turned to Henry, confused by his excuse but before you could protest, he was already dragging you towards the bathroom with a firm grip on your hand. Remaining silent, still caught off guard by the sudden movement, you allowed it to happen.

He ushered you inside and you quickly took a seat atop the counter near the sink, scooching back enough that your back hit the mirror.

After rummaging around in the cabinet, he turned back to you and uncapped a bottle of peroxide.

"You do know I can probably just get something to heal me quickly from Schwoz, right? You don't have to do all of this"

Henry only poured out some peroxide on a cotton ball and leaned in closer, his hand lingering close to your cheek before answering you. "I know, but did you really want to stay for The Schwabbing?" He asked dramatically before smirking.

That got you to laugh, unable to stop the sound from escaping your mouth. A blush crept up onto your cheeks as you realized he actually made you laugh for the first time in years. You blamed it on your potential rabies.

He stared a moment too long, admiring the way the corners of your mouth tilted upwards, the small spark in your eyes. The genuine happiness that he had only caught glimpses of when you hung out with anyone besides him.

The kind smile he thought he had erased permanently years ago. The twinkle in your eyes that he feared he had snuffed out. It was there, caused by him.

You cleared your throat to get his attention, and he blinked out of his trance. "Just let me clean these up and we can go our separate ways, alright?"

With a nod, you let him gently slide the cotton ball against your jawline. His movements only stopped when you would flinch harshly away from him. Henry, however, didn't stray away from you as he worked. Which was odd for you, but you didn't dare question it, the thundering of your heart too loud to override your anxious questions.

Once you realized that the air was getting too heavy between you, you abruptly dodged his hand and hopped off of the counter.

"Anyway, uh... Night, Hen" You muttered quickly before departing the room and leaving his standing there, hand held limply in the air where you once were.

You both never spoke of the moment again after that, but he knew that that was the moment that permanently altered his mind and the way he thought about you. He liked you, he just didn't want to admit it to himself yet.

Their shared experiences left them as far better people than how they began. They weren't kids anymore. The things you once hated him for, he had grown out of. Sadly, it was difficult to kick a habit you had created and stuck by for years. It was like muscle memory at this point.

You had to admit that he had grown a lot since you first met. Mentally and physically for that matter. It was lucky that you got to grow together and experience things firsthand alongside him all of these years.

“How could she have gone without me?!" Henry groaned, pacing back and forth Infront of Charlotte who lounged on the couch. She didn't particularly have an issue with the situation and replied boredly, scrolling on her pear phone without looking up at her distressed friend.

"Her and Ray have been going without you for years, Hen. You're really surprised by this?"

"Well..no! But it's still annoying, ok? The least Ray could've done is tell me about it before they left. It's like he doesn't care either!"

"Maybe he finally wanted to respect your boundaries and give you a well-deserved break?" Her lip twitched up into a smirk before they both doubled over with laughter. She sighed with a smile as the laughter died down. Shrugging and waving her hand dismissively she continued. "Y/n can handle it. Plus, he probably just forgot, that's all"

The moment of distraction calmed his nerves briefly. "I should still go after them. You said they left how long ago?"

The girl glanced over to the clock on the wall. The glass was cracked from the last 'target practice' that was held in the Man Cave. It took her a moment to interpret it before she looked back over to the boy. "About 2 hours ago. But hey, that's not saying much! Remember when you guys were stuck in the Swellview Sewers overnight?"

Henry grimaced. "Ugh, don't remind me. That smell haunts my dreams to this day"

He remembered that day vividly, not just because of the smell but because you happened to be the one to rescue him.

-Flashback-

Captain Man had been beeping your watch for over an hour. It was now 5am on a Tuesday morning and you had a major history exam in the morning that would have made the difference between passing or failing the class entirely. Reluctantly you answered the call and groggily spoke. "I swear if you're calling me for something dumb like a late ice cream delivery-"

"Ice Cream? Hey Kid, there's ice cream. what kind do you-" The phone was abruptly pulled from their boss's hand as Henry spoke, his shoulders barely above the muck they were both covered in.

"We need your help. Swellview Sewers. Stuck on a pipe." He said quickly and tried to move around yet again but to no avail. His utility belt only made a light clanging noise underneath the ‘water’.

"Jeez, can I at least get a please?" You smirked and tilted your head, waiting expectantly. After getting up to grab your tube of gum from your bag you crossed your arms and listened for his reply.

After what felt like an hour but was merely a few seconds, he spoke up. "Please.." He spoke quietly, barely audible but your smirk only grew upon hearing it.

"On the way" You said, proud of your small victory, and popped a gumball in your mouth.

Getting down to the Sewers was the easy part. Navigating a safe path to where the boys were was tricky. Your boot kept slipping on the wet gravel path along the side of the sewer drain. It quietly threatened your demise with every step you took.

“Hey! Down here!” Ray managed to wave an arm out of the water, hitting Henry in the face with the backsplash. Raising his arm to wipe it off would only cause more of a disgusting mess so he resisted impulse. With a grimace and cough, he turned his head away as best as he could.

Your head shot up at the sound and you nodded in recognition, continuing your journey to them. “What happened down here?”

“Criminal tried to escape down here and-“

“He DID escape, Captain Man! You made me go after him and look at how that worked out!” Henry spit out his boss’s alias as if the very thought was laughable. Lately he had been taking most of the blow on his adventures with the Superhero. However he didn’t seem to mind it until now, it gave him an opportunity to show off showcase his abilities and prove that he was in fact better at being a sidekick than you.

After many long tireless hours of contemplating this however, he did realize that the competition that you two had been meticulously competing for was long past its expiration date. It was pointless, you were adults now. And you did a damn good job at being Captain Man’s sidekick. Not that he would ever admit that to you directly.

Ray looked to his sidekick with an incredulous look, not expecting such an outburst out of the blue. After shaking it off, he turned back to you, continuing his statement. “Anyway, the criminal escaped, grumpy pants over here slipped and fell in. Got stuck on a pipe in the water and I climbed in-“

“After 5 minutes of complaining” Henry chimed in, but Ray ignored his tone and continued.

“I climbed in to help him get out and ended up getting stuck myself. We tried to get out ourselves but just managed to make things worse.”

You laughed, amused by their one sided bickering. “I think I get the gist of it” After a brief moment of hesitation, you began climbing into the water. Your boss smiled, happy to be rescued. “You’re paying for dry cleaning” His smile dropped as you mumbled out your terms.

It only took a few moments to untangle him from the pipes. Captain Man didn’t wait another second before climbing out. Henry shuffled back on instinct as you got closer to him. The movement had the pipe clanging under the water.

“If you keep moving, you’ll just get more stuck, genius” Your voice came, reprimanding. He obeyed and stiffened as you advanced towards him even closer. The pipe he had been stuck to was bent in an odd way underneath the water and you grunted as you tugged his utility belt against it.

The pipe protested and held strong against your strength, causing you to move closer to his body. Your hip bumped against his thigh and he couldn’t help his mind from focusing on the warmth you provided through your suit. Everything you were doing caused his mind to go into hyperdrive. Hyper aware of your every move. Your fingers brushed over his stomach as they searched for the cause of the imprisonment. Nimble fingers drifting across the compartments on his belt.

Short breaths of concentration were puffed out against his ear and he blushed, turning his face away from you to hide it. After finally releasing him from the pipes, you grabbed onto his upper arms to steady him. “You alright?”

“Just peachy” he mumbled, pulling away from your grasp. Returning back to his grumpy attitude from before, then gently moving past you to get out.

-End of Flashback-

He blamed his odd behavior towards you as sleep deprivation at first. An excuse that he now came to realize was just that, an excuse. From that day on, he started picking up on the little things you did. The quirks he hadn’t noticed before. Everything from tapping your thigh with your fingertips when you got nervous, to sudden shifts in the way you stared at people. He was beginning to read you as if you were the most interesting book he had ever picked up.

It was frightening to fall for someone who hated you so fiercely. His attitude towards you lessened significantly. He had started to include you rather than blatantly ignoring you. The sudden shift had startled you, but you never seemed to waver from giving him your sarcastic replies and snarky remarks, if anything, they had just increased in the past few weeks.

“Have you heard anything back from them?”

Before Charlotte could reply, the doors at the back of the Man Cave opened, earning both of their attention. Schwoz and Ray emerged, laughing about a weapon test that had apparently worked well. The shorter man held an oversized plastic container filled with Cheez-Balls.

Their boss didn’t seem to pay them any mind as he plopped down on the couch beside Charlotte. After feeling their eyes bore holes into the side of his face, he finally looked up at them confused. “What’s the haps?”

“Wha- why are you here? You’re supposed to be with Y/n on the mission” Charlotte spoke from her spot, just as confused as Henry seemed to be. The boy hadn’t spoken a word since their arrival.

“Hm? Oh! She wanted to go alone.” Ray replied with a smile, making a grabby hand gesture towards the Scientist who leaned against the Autosnacker.

“You let her go on a mission solo? You didn’t even try to stop her?”

“Relax kid, she will be fine. Pass the Cheez-Balls” Ray said in passing, not having any interest in arguing with Henry. He motioned for the cheese balls that was currently being guarded by Schwoz after being ignored the first time.

“You get no cheese bawls” The man pouted and hugged the cheesy snacks to his chest. With a smile, and blatant disregard for his boss, he offered a few cheese balls to Henry that were previously resting in the man’s palm. “Henry, do you want cheese bawls? They’re gewd!”

“No! I don’t want your cheese bawls!” Henry responded with a a wave of his hand. “I want y/n back!”

The room went quiet as everyone let the sidekick realize what he had just said. His eyes widened as he heard himself, stuttering to backtrack. “She’s never gone alone on a mission, I mean. You really want to lose a sidekick?”

“She has been going out there alone for weeks.” Schwoz commented, not realizing the boys distress.

“Even caught the Raging Clown last week. Did you not know?” Ray looked to Henry, shrugging. It hadn’t been a big deal since you consistantly came back, seemingly just fine. Although worse for wear, but hidden well enough.

“Ugh!” Henry groaned and walked over to his bag to pull out his tube of gum.

His boss looked over to him confused. “Where are you headed, Kid?”

“To go help her! Someone should!” He said angrily before blowing a bubble. His clothes changed instantly into his Kid Danger suit before he went over to the tube. “Up the Tube!”

-Across town in an old metal workshop-

Your body was dangled from the chains attached to a crane. It was a terrible situation you got yourself into. Ever since your recent encounters with your fellow Side Kick, you had been trying desperately to busy yourself with work. Your mind betraying you with misconceived thoughts about him. Thoughts you initially believed had been changed and you didn’t know how to cope with it.

It had worked well for the most part, besides today.

Upon arrival, you were bombarded by several goons who had ambushed you. Your vision was snuffed out as one of them covered your head with an old burlap sack.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up attached to the chains, dangling precariously over a boiling pot of something unrecognizable. Your head hurt, which you realized was probably due to being knocked out with a heavy object prior.

This gave you more time to think, which is exactly what you wanted to avoid doing to begin with. Your mind was filled with thoughts of Henry. Stupid delusions that couldn’t have possibly been reciprocated. It crushed your heart against your ribs and made it hard to breathe. That may have just been because of the restraints holding you up in the moment, but it didn’t compare to the torment you were constantly put through by your own mind.

A sound rattled from above you. Once looking up, you spotted a smirking man with crooked teeth looking down at you. “Oh good, the little bird lives. Think Captain Man will come save you?” His cackling laughter rang out through the empty warehouse, echoed by a chorus of laughs from all around.

He seemed to be a newer villain in town, no noticeable information about him was gained from your research online. Due to this, you were severely underprepared for this mission. Normally you wouldn’t have thrown yourself into danger with at least a little bit of information prior. However, you hadn’t quite been your usual self recently. Even your friendship with Charlotte began to fracture at the edges because of your dismissive nature and avoidance.

It’s funny how your life hanging in the balance makes you rethink past decisions. You regretted it, and vowed to make it up to her if you made it out of this alive.

Your hope was slowly vanishing as you were lowered down towards the boiling liquid. You squirmed, trying to free your hands from where they were firmly tucked against your sides. Your torso had been completely bound by rope, trapping your arms to your body.

No one was coming for you, you had argued with Captain Man to let you go alone for the past week. He had put his faith in you, so why would he be on his way to save you when you’ve given him no reason to worry?

A hit to the metal doors caught your attention. Consistent pounding and minimal shaking was seen. After a moment of silence, the heavy doors were kicked inwards, slamming open against the worn walls. It created indents in the ancient wood where it had hit.

In came Kid Danger, a cocky smirk grazing his lips. The men on the ground floor looked towards him in shock, not expecting the sudden intrusion. You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t beat quicker at the sight of him.

It felt like a blur as your eyes tracked his movements. He swiftly kicked one man back into an old wooden shipping box, having it crumble around his form as he groaned.

Two others rushed towards him, awoken by the newfound danger of the situation. One took advantage and hooked his arm around Henry’s neck, rearing him back towards his chest as the other man kicked him in the stomach.

“Kid Danger!” You shouted after finding your words again. His attention was pulled to you, finding renewed strength as he elbowed his captor in the ribs to be freed. After escaping successfully, he swirled around to punch him in the jaw, then swung his elbow back to hit his other attacker.

Kid Danger had since grown to become a force of reckoning, surprising everyone, including you and Captain Man. He made the climb to the second level where he met with the head villain. The man eyed him for a moment before laughing. “You’re no Captain Man, kid. Come on, give me a real challenge”

Henry wasted no time in yanking the man towards him and twisting his body towards the edge of the platform. The villain cling on desperately to Henry’s leg. Almost getting pulled down with him, the Sidekick grabbed onto a swinging pot next to him and swung it hard in-front of him, effectively knocking the stubborn man down to the first floor.

You tried resisting the urge to smile, the corners of your mouth curling up slightly. He caught it, of course he did with how much he noticed you.

“Thank you” you muttered quietly, avoiding his eyes as they stared you down.

The quiet moment was interrupted as his voice reached your ears, more frustrated than ever before. It was foreign coming from him. There was a lack of anger, just pure distress and worry. Of course there was an angry undertone to it, but it wasn’t primarily the one you stuck to. “You’re so determined to beat me at my own game that you’re willing to risk your own life?”

Instinctively your brows creased and you scoffed in disbelief. “I could’ve handled it”

His hands worked quickly to swing you in towards him on the floorboards, no longer dangling. Diligent fingers untied the rope around your wrists and waist. After it was off he sighed, tossing it aside as he looked to you, one hand still lingering just above your side to make sure you were balanced.

“Oh yea, it sure looked like it when you were dangling over the pot of melted metal waiting to be turned into a nice piece of jewelry. Tell me, oh wise one. How would you have handled it, huh? What were you going to do?”

“Well, before you rudely swung in to steal the show.. I was going to-“

“Really? You’re going to argue over this NOW?! Will one of you just come over and help me round up the criminals?”

It was then that you both realized Captain Man had entered the warehouse, having followed Henry out of guilt necessity. The criminals were mostly tied up against one of the walls. A lot had happened since you started arguing. You both blushed and went down to help silently.

-Back in the Man Cave-

Charlotte sat at the computer with Schwoz looking over her shoulder eating Cheez-Balls. The crumbs cascaded down her shoulder and she whined, turning the chair away from him. “Schwoz!”

Ray, Henry and you entered the Man Cave after coming down the tubes in your suits. It was quiet between the three of you and the tension was suffocating.

It was quiet as you made your way to the couch. “Show off” you mumbled, grumpy and angry, mostly with yourself for needing to be saved in the first place. The comment was bitter and unnecessary but felt like a natural response towards him at this point.

“Halfwit” he shot back, pretending to focus on picking his nailbeds.

“You don’t even know what that means, idiot”

“So? Do you ever stop being a bitch? I saved your life today!”

“And I said thank you!”

The group in the Man Cave stayed completely silent as you both argued, not willing to cause more damage. Something had clearly happened during the mission and neither Charlotte, nor Schwoz were going to speak up. Even Captain Man was quiet, not willing to get screamed at by either of you.

“Thank you doesn’t mean anything if you’re just going to continue going back out there and putting yourself in unnecessary danger! Why do you keep doing that?”

“To keep you out of it!”

Henry shut his mouth for a moment, considering your words before he continued, less angry than before. His tone softening. “It’s my job”

“I’ve seen you come back from missions on death’s doorstep. You put your heart and soul into this job and it’s slowly killing you. Do you know how worried I get when you can’t even stand after being beaten down by a guy twice your size?” Your words kept spilling out, the floodgates having opened up. “I can’t just sit by and watch you get hurt over and over again! That’s why I did this in the first place. Do you really think I wanted to take your job? I wanted to give you a damn break!”

Maybe it was the stress that had been building from the past few weeks, maybe it was the heavy onslaught of missions, or maybe it was just because you would rather take a thousand hits than let any harm befall him.

After a few heavy pants, you stared at him. Waiting for his reaction. When one didn’t seem to be coming, you frowned. Exhausted.

“Forget I said-“

His lips met yours, softly at first, afraid you would push him away. It took you a moment to realize what had happened. An arm held you firmly around your waist, pinning you to his chest as he kissed you. It was hesitant, distant in a sense. The tips of his fingers barely grazing your cheek, not quite pressing down, afraid to be rejected.

Sure, he had wanted to kiss you for a while, but he was still uncertain if you wanted him in return. Henry began to pull away before you pulled him back towards you, bunching the fabric of his suit in your fist. You kissed him back with a sigh, softer than he thought was possible from you.

As soon as you pulled apart, only far enough to look into each other's eyes. It was quietly pleasant before you saw the cocky smirk begin to form on his lips.

"You're so into me"

Rolling your eyes with an amused smile you responded softly. "Shut up and kiss me, you dork"

Credit:

Inspo from both @theemissuniverse writing and @writerinlearning for giving me the idea of a enemies to lovers (feel free to comment and ill untag you from this but I wanted to say thank you for the inspiration.)

Heart divider- @firefly-graphics

Stars divider- @thecutestgrotto

Header: Me

A/n: This fic may also not see the light of day since the entire fandom of Henry Danger could all fit inside a single shoe box, but that’s ok. I was going to write more with little scenarios, but it was getting way too long for my liking. If you liked this however, please let me know! It may just be a one off of this fandom, but I wanted to try it out and deliver some content. I also won’t be tagging my regular tag list since this is so different from what I usually write.

I do realize I have to get better with writing fight scenes; I will work on it in the future.

Also, two fics AND a master list all within two days? Something must be wrong with me. (Or it's just my apology from being gone so long)