🍬 Mark loves your little crazy ass! You're a little bit weird; he's noticed that. You have a tendency to spy on people. When he comes in and sees you sitting in meditation, eyes completely white he knows what you're doing. He calls it spying, you call it 'keeping an eye on things'

🍬He's quickly found there's almost two you's. The you who is a normal girl, who likes sleeping, social media, online shopping, reading, all the normal stuff

Then there's you who is...different. The you who's a scientist with some disturbing shit in your basement, you who spies on the people of Earth and has no issue putting people in prison until they learn your lesson. You see no issue with any of your actions, no matter how many human rights acts you violate. Besides, what are they gonna do? Arrest you?

🍬Cecil quickly learned he has no power over you. Not when you can literally take over the body of anyone you wanted and just do whatever. You could be you today and the President tomorrow morning. The government is aware of you and just has to be happy that you're on Earth's defense team.

🍬Mark falling for you was so unexpected. He's Invincible, the symbol of free will. He's all for 'let Earth figure it out', where you've used unsavory tactics to steer the people of Earth clear out of the path of self-destruction multiple times

🍬 The issue was, Mark was so in love with you that he didn't see your plans sometimes until it was too late.

🍬You don't feel the same at first. You're capable of loving but at the moment you just didn't feel like being in a relationship

🍬 Mark didn't see the 'evil' in you, not until you and Kate got into it. More so she got mad, you brushed her off and everyone was a bit weirded out. But you did something good. Kate's feelings were hurt, yes. But Multipaul was back in jail where he needed to be

It all started when you and Paul 'coincidentally' crossed paths. Next thing everyone knew, you were dating an assassin who suddenly wasn't so keen on killing. You never seemed too interested in him anyways, more so keeping him distracted.

Mark noticed it when you two were on FaceTime one night. Paul was there, happy to see you. You were mixing together two liquids when he eagerly called your name from a different room. You slammed the beaker down onto the table, Mark jumped from over the phone.

"Yes baby?" You called back through gritted teeth. But when Paul did come in, you greeted him with a hug and a kiss like you weren't just annoyed fifteen seconds ago. It took some convincing, but you eventually got him to leave you alone for just long enough

In truth, you just needed to keep Paul busy. Long enough for him to stop killing. From there, all he needed to do was keep blowing off his bosses. Like a love sick fool. As long as you kept kissing him with those bubblegum flavored lips he didn't even notice the pressure mounting on his shoulders

Eventually, Paul's status as a top assassin didn't matter when his loyalty was being questioned. It was kill or be killed. One kill, just one good one to reassert his loyalty.

🍬 But someone tipped off the police, and so off to jail he went. Through methods unknown to you, Kate convinced herself it was all your fault. All you did was date the guy to stop him from killing people, which led to him being forced into a crime and then put back into prison even though he was trying to turn his life around only for you to use his arrest as an excuse to cut him loose. God forbid women had ambition!

🍬 The fallout was bad. But you just stared at Kate. Letting her rage at you about how you sold him out and let him get arrested and 'how could you break his heart?!'

"Kate, I really liked Paul! Why would I stay with someone who would kill the moment things get to be too much? That's not safe for me. I'm sorry you feel upset, but there's just nothing I could do." You flipped through your text book before scribbling notes in the pages of your notebooks. Ex in maximum prison or not, you still had college to finish.

"Don't give me that shit! I have you figured out! You set him up, no one knew about that job!" The woman was in your face; finger pointed in your chest. You peered at her over your glasses, before you looked down and continued your studies.

"I didn't even know about it." You responded evenly. Everyone in the room could see your patience running thin. Mark felt the skin on his neck tingle, he knew something was about to go down

"Okay girl. You told him to stop killing but you knew the league would go after him! You just let him destroy himself."

The moment she said that your patience ran out. The air shifted. You sat up straighter in your seat. You even folded your hands. Rex came downstairs with some loud comment before Monster Girl quickly shushed him. Everyone waiting with bated breath.

"Did I destroy him?" You asked, taking off your reading glasses and folding them onto the counter you were sitting at. The tone was inquisitive, like you were really curious even though you already knew the answer.

"Did I destroy your brother, who chose to kill someone? Did I destroy your assassin brother who was killing important political figures and allowing corrupt leaders to take their spots which created more struggle for the impoverished? I further corrupted your already morally unsound brother?"

No one moved. No one even breathed. Kate's face was flushed, tears brimming in her eyes as her breath quivered. She looked around the room, only for her own teammates to avoid her gaze. As if to say 'I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole'. Even the birds outside stopped chirping while you sat patiently waiting for her response.

"Don't talk to her like that!" And here goes Immortal. Now Mark respects Immortal just fine; he's fought for humanity for thousands of years with nothing but pain as his reward. But this was a fight Immortal should've kept out of. Everyone knows, if your girlfriend is losing an argument don't jump in. Because that makes her look like she can't stand her own ground.

"Then maybe she shouldn't have invited herself to a conversation with nothing to do with her. What happened with Paul and I is between Paul and I."

Mark hated to admit you were right. Paul was dangerous. No matter how many chances the government, Cecil, Kate, even Immortal tried, he just didn't stop. He didn't want to stop. And you didn't do anything. Even if you did sell him out, you called the police to prevent a murder that would sow political discourse. As much as it sucked, Paul needed to go to jail.

Love is strong, but it ain't that strong. If Paul wanted to change, he would've changed.

🍬 Later that day, when you were in your office Mark popped in

"Hey Mark! What's up?" You chirped playfully, taking off your goggles and gloves.

"Nothing. I just wanted to know if we could talk about today." Mark rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. You tilted your head, face riddled with confusion.

"About today? Sure, why though?"

"Well...did you, you know? Did you do it, I mean."

"Do what?"

He sighed. He couldn't say it, didn't want to say it but he wanted to know. He needed to know.

"Did you set up Paul?" He asked exasperated. Silence settled over the cold steel lab. The only noise was the bubbling of your beaker. You stared at him with no readable expression, almost chilling him to his core.

"Hmmmm. No. I didn't. Paul destroyed himself. Now, if that's all you came to ask me, I am going to ask you to leave. I'm working."

Mark couldn't explain the feeling he got. He couldn't explain the pang in his ribs. It was cold in the room, and looking at you as you snapped your goggles on, he was almost unable to recognize you.

And Mark hated to say, he'd never been more attracted to you.

🍬 As he spent more time with you, he knew he was in trouble. You were cool, smart, friendly, but you didn't hide who you were. Without shame, you were 100% yourself even if it was a tough call. You make the hard choices Mark can't bring himself to make.

🍬 He couldn't stop loving you. He couldn't stop no matter what he tried. What made it hard was that you weren't evil. You were just smart. You made choices to protect whoever you cared about and like you always say, what people don't know can't hurt them. Which is where your next morally reprehensive action came into play.

🍬 You got caught with a needle and Shapesmith's unconscious body in your lab.

🍬 The tube attached at the bottom was filled with the green liquid that was essentially his blood.

🍬 It was a sight that freaked out everyone when they caught you

"What are you doing?!" Rex asked from your doorway. You pulled the needle from Shapesmith's arm and looked up from where you were extracting the needle.

Silence as you scanned the mortified faces of each of the guardian's looking on in horror.

"Nothing too crazy." You replied nonchalantly. As if you were too focused to even try and make an excuse. Which would be pointless seeing as you were literally caught holding the needle.

"Girlfriend this looks really weird. Are you stealing samples of Shapesmith's DNA?" Eve asked from the door, pushing her way to the front of the group. She was probably your closest friend and even she didn't know all the weird shit you do.

"Yes." You continued your work, pulling out a small wipe. You disinfected the area. The skin healed instantly.

"What the fuck?! Why?!" Monster Girl asked, literally mortified.

"Why are you all in my house right now?" Which honestly seemed like a better question for you to ask. You were a young woman, where a bunch of adults just barged into your home. Mind you, this was your private lab.

The question was pointed, as if they were inconveniencing you.

"What is wrong with you?!"

Upon seeing Kate, you just sighed. You pushed your goggles up onto your hair, like a headband before putting the small vial into a test tube holder.

"Listen. I don't exactly have the time to explain the complexities of scientific exploration to all of you."

"You aren't the smartest in the room, we aren't stupid. You know there's no valid explanation for this."

You chuckled at the comment about you not being the smartest. You pushed yourself onto your lab table, carefully placing the thickness of your thighs on the table in between the mass of beakers. Mark was ashamed of how his heart thumped in his chest at the condescending look in your eyes. As if the suggestion that you weren't the smartest was truly the dumbest thing you've ever heard.

"I actually am though. I'm a genius. Why are you all here?"

"What- because you're stealing his DNA?! He's unconscious!" Rex gestured wildly, looking around to see if anyone else to see this insanity.

"Oh please. He's fine. He asked for my help, he asked for this. He just didn't understand what he was asking me to do."

"Like hell he asked for this." Monster Girl scoffed, looking at you like she was ready to haul you off to the GDA. Even with this many people coming down on you, you stood tall against them.

"He's knocked out! What type of help could you be giving him?" Eve attempted to reason.

Mark blinked hard. Eve was right. But if you say that he asked then who were they to call you a liar? You were a genius. His palms pressed to his eyes, like he was attempting to disappear into the background. Somehow, in some way, the Guardians knew Mark had a way about him. You'd almost become his responsibility in a way, the make sure you didn't fly off the handle and do something crazy.

Even though you had far more power over him. Like now, when you were sitting on the table with the dark skin of your thighs revealed. Mark was tempted to just usher everyone out and leave you to your business.

Something about him calmed you, quelled your determined spirit to take a break before doing something insane from stress.

Your hands searched around behind you for a file or something.

You found the heavy folder and dropped it on your lap.

"Shapesmith asked me to help him increase his powers. So, I agreed to help and asked if he was okay with mild sedation. I'm trying to help him stretch far enough without him ending up in pieces. Maybe fortify his core.

Also, it wouldn't be bad to have a sample of his DNA incase those sequids return. I get DNA incase of emergency. He gets stronger. It's a win win."

But Mark knew you better than that. Knew better than to just accept the first explanation because that's the answer that would create the least amount of damage. He stepped forward into your lab, and you met his eyes.

"Does he know your keeping his DNA to experiment incase of the sequids?"

"He didn't ask what I'd be doing with it!"

"Oh my God!" Monster Girl threw her hands up, as if to say she was done with the conversation, done with the madness.

"Well...I guess if he asked." With that, Eve too was done. She lifted herself off the ground and flew away. She was against barging into your home in the first place, certain you weren't doing anything bad. And then she said she was leaving if it turned out it was just nonsense.

"Dude...this is freaky. I'm out." Rex followed Eve. They were probably gonna go get food, burgers sounded good. Eventually you were the only two left with an unconscious Shapesmith behind you.

You gave him big eyes, that looked at him like you were playfully begging him. A look that made him feel like you were the only two people in the world.

"Are you mad at me too?"

Mark sighed, running a hand over his face. He leaned back against the table, before folding his arms over his chest. He could be mad. Probably should be. But he just...couldn't.

"No. But I think we should talk about informed consent."

You gave him a big grin that made his ears turn red, as Shapesmith let out a soft groan from the bed.

"If I have the time." You tease, knocking one of your legs into him. Hopping off the table, you went and sat by Shapesmith's bed.

"Did it work? Have I been transformed into Mega-Shapesmith?" He asked, hopeful and you placed a gentle hand on his arm. You looked at him like a doctor looks at a brave child after surgery. Your eyes were filled with appreciation and tender care.

"Not yet. But you're on your way hon."

🍬 You didn't really have incidents after that. Or maybe Mark just didn't catch you in the middle of anything bad again.

🍬 You just continued doing what you were doing. Sometimes you did confide in Mark, to which he was able to steer you in an ethical direction. Like asking before you use someone's blood in an experiment or telling someone if you feel like maybe you'll sew a tracker into their neck while they sleep.

🍬 Even though you'll probably do it anyways.

🍬 Mark was scared you'd never like him back. Was scared that you'd never feel the same and he'd just be left feeling hurt.

🍬 He was scared until he saw you looking at him. You were looking at him, with this look in your big brown eyes. That seemed like you were scared but helpless about it

🍬 It wasn't until one night when you did confess.

You two sat in his bedroom one night, eating pizza and conversating about everything and nothing. You showed him the new purse you wanted. He showed you the new sweater he got at the mall that he thought was really cool.

Until you were quiet. You two were sitting on his bed, you were fidgeting with the pink of your braids with curled ends as if something weighed on your mind.

"Mark. I am a genius."

Mark looked up from his phone, to see you sitting with your eyes trained on your lap. Because you don't blush, he listened closely to see if your heart was speeding up.

"I kinda know that by now."

"No. Well yes." You uncharacteristically tripped over your words, a frazzled expression before you cleared your throat. Mark raised an eyebrow at you, lifting his paper plate off his chest.

"I mean. I...I am smart. But I still have feelings. Like love. Almost like how I love chocolate. Speaking of chocolate, did you know there's a chemical in chocolate that boost endorphins, which is why chocolate creates a feeling as exhilarating as love? It's also found in peas which is funny because I don't like peas-"

Mark laughed, rolling off of his back and onto his stomach. You stared at him, looking almost offended.

"What's going on with you?"

Your face crinkled in embarrasment.

"You suck!" You assaulted him with a pillow through a self-depracating laugh, and he swore he saw tears brimming in your eyes. He caught the pillow before he stopped laughing completely.

"Why?" He asked, rolling onto his side and watching you with gentle eyes. You sat quietly on the bed, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Eve told me...that it wasn't good to contain my feelings for you. She advised me to tell you how I feel and junk. I don't know. I like you."

🍬 It took him a second to process that you just said that but from there he pulled you into his arms and that was that

🍬 You two enter a normal-ish relationship. You're still weird. Still you. But you reach for Mark in a way you never had before. You're more vulnerable with him. You let him see you cry from stress, let him help you with the mundane of your life (doing your hair, laundry, organizing your makeup) but you also let him provide insight on some of your choices

🍬 You're still you though. And there was a whole year of you two knowing each other before dating. He learned some nasty things you'd done in the past.

🍬 You lobotomized a terroristic supervillian who has been in a care facility since then

🍬 You worked harder during the war. Crafting robots, chemical warfare, anything that could kill the crazy versions of your boyfriend. It did disturb Mark to see the number of ways you could kill him if you just gave it the smallest effort.

🍬 Those tiny robots who latched onto the variants before implanting a chip into their spine were the scariest by far. A chip that detonated once they destroyed said robots.

🍬 Sadly, your powers were in science. You could fight, but you couldn't fight off three variants at once. You barely managed to kill one and almost blew yourself up in the process. But you were hospitalized for the rest of the war and spent all that time stewing in anger from all of your bones being broken. Also, from your lab blowing up when you had to try and kill three Marks

🍬 When everything settled down, you kicked yourself. How could you not have seen Angstrom Levy coming? Mark assured you there was nothing you could've done. You did good enough. You killed seven with your robots, one on your own, better than quite a few. Better than Kate and Immortal anyways.

🍬 After a while things went back to normal. Mark and you were enjoying your lives together

🍬 You often stay up working late, and Mark brings you food.

🍬 You make modifications to his suit, which Art didn't love at first but you just ignored him

🍬 You were a huge help with Oliver too, who caught some sort of mild sickness that Mark brung home from space with him

🍬 You took such good care of him that Mark for a moment pictured having genius babies with you

🍬 Oliver loves you too! You're a great sister-in-law to him. You've even changed you and Mark's plans to take Oliver something fun with you. The trampoline park won him over, especially when you two broke the rules Mark set to ensure neither of you got injured. Even when you two endured the scolding together while Mark carried you through the air and Oliver flew beside you two

🍬 Debbie was a little freaked out by you at first but she came around. Now Mark thinks she likes you more than him.

🍬 He keeps you in check. You keep him confident. A day doesn't go by where you don't tell Mark he can do anything. Afterall, he pulled you. That's an accomplishment!

🍬 You're his safe space. He doesn't have to be ashamed that he can't always be present because you understand him. He's busy, your busy. When he's off battling whatever, your providing support from home. Or when he's in space dealing with some nonsense you always welcome him back with open arms

🍬 Mark also understands that you need space sometimes to do what you're doing in peace. So, if he disappears for a while, or you disappear for a while you both understand there's a reason for it.

🍬 Mark loves you. The crazy parts, the fun parts, even the side of you that commits what he's sure are crimes against humanity. Your heart is in the right place and that's all that matters to him.

• Starting off strong: Steve Rogers. I can’t explain it but trust me please. If you get it you get it if you dont you dont.

• Jason todd. Like c’mon. Look at him. Tell me he doesn’t want to wake up next to a brownskin queen every morning. Look me in my eyes.

• MCU Bucky Barnes. I love to say it, Wakanda changed him. Stepping foot in that country was like seeing the light for the first time. He was basically reborn. I said it before and I’ll say it again. Look at how he looked at Sarah. SAME LITERALLY EXPLICITLY TOLD HIM NIT TO FLIRT WITH HER BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT THERE.

• Gojo, Itadori, nanami, and Toji from JJK. i dont think i need to eloborate here.

• Haley from Stardew Valley. She is not only a fellow girl kisser, but she would genuinely have a real tweak if the farmer was a black woman. Haley needs a 6 ft nonchalant butch dreadhead in her life it would literally solve all her provlems. She has written in her diary about this, and Alex hasnt heard the end of it.

• Fear from Inside out. Just believe me, please.

• This might be controversial but Squidward.

• Bruce Wayne. Literally thinks about eating drywall every time Selina Kyle is even mentioned. “Alfred why hasn’t God hand delivered me what i CRAVE and what i NEED *loud dramatic sigh*” hes also accidentally a perpatrator of hard wig soft life lmao. He donates ridiculous sums of money to black charities like 100 black men, and the black youth helpline. He’s an advocate for his girl’s community and we love to see it.

• Barry Allen. also thinks about eating drywall whenever he sees Iris. She’s just so sigh. And he loves her so much and he’s so glad that he married that beautiful amazing strong and powerful woman.

• Ellanore Shellstrop. After she died she had real clarity about the truths of the universe. If soulmates didnt really exist then wtf were her and Chidi im so deadass.

• Woody from Toy Story. Please do not at me. I will not be taking questions comments or concerns on that one. And for anyone saying “but what about bo peep ?!” Shes albino. Look at those 3B curls and tell me to my face that I’m lying. I dare you.

• lightning Mcqueen. Hear me out here! In universe there have to be like… black cars. He’s def the type to go for a UK baddie ykwim.

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