#rebelpuff

the constant journey of nomad life was an endless path steve carried with him everywhere, a lonely trek across a broken country where he spent his days helping devastated communities, defending the vulnerable, and secretly chasing down rumors of quantum anomalies or advanced cosmic tech that might offer even a sliver of hope for reversing the snap. following a lead on deep-space communications equipment that had gone offline after thanos's click, his search had brought him straight to california, where the powerpuff girls had set up a temporary operations base to help stabilize the west coast while staying in tight, secure contact with natasha back at the avengers compound. because the girls were amongst the very few remaining entities capable of surviving the vacuum of deep space without equipment, natasha had personally requested they look into cosmic anomalies, which made their safe house the most logical place for steve to lay his head for a night instead of the back of his truck. stepping into the brightly lit kitchen at the crack of dawn, his mind still filled with a half-dozen half-baked theories about temporal mechanics and displaced signals, he pulled up short at the sight of the green-clad heroine standing before the stove. he was so used to seeing buttercup as a bold and rather short-tempered alien liaison who could shatter asteroids with her bare fists and swim through the black void of space without blinking, that seeing her expertly tossing ingredients in a sizzling skillet caught him completely off guard. the domesticity of the scene was a striking difference compared to the grim reality of the world outside, and for a second, he just stood in the doorway, watching her casual movements as the rich, savory aroma of a home-cooked meal filled the room and momentarily pushed back the bleakness of his endless road trip.

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“  Calm  down,  Hermano!  We  don't  need  a  weapon  -  ”

YOU  ARE  DISTRACTED  BY  PHYSICAL  ATTRACTION.  THIS WOMAN  RANKS  HIGH  ON  THREAT  ASSESSMENT.

“  I  am  not  distracted  by  [ . . . ] NO  I'm  NOT!  ”  The  longer  their  bickering  went  on,  the  less  mentally  stable  he  was  going  to  appear.  So  he  went  from  arguing  back  and  forth  with  the  Scarab  to  alternating  his  attention.

With  enough  focus,  he  was  able  to  force  the  sonic  canon  to  revert  to  his  normal  gloved  hand.  Before  he  ended  up  in  a  brawl  with  the  best  fighter  among  the  Powerpuffs.  Fighting  heroes  could  be  bad  enough.  Trying  to  go  Mano  a  Mano  with  her  would  be  worse.

“  My  bad  about  that. Big fan, by the way.  ”

"You're acting like you're upset I took the job, you know you'll love having one of us greens around for a while." Townsville had made a good choice, contracting him to add to their city skyline if you asked him. For one, his desire to always build something greater meant he'd be creating structures that wouldn't crumple like wet paper. A must when you were burdened with so many costly battles. "Or is it just because I roped you into helping me find a decent apartment?"

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Hellboy grumbled to himself as he hastily shaved the forcibly grown portions of his horn. Over the years he'd developed a routine that saw him deal with his horns far before they became an issue. But every time he went to blows with Him, they came to their full grandeur. “ Hate havin' to deal with them when they get like this, disposal is such a damn pain. ”

❝ Such things I hear, they don't make sense ❞

"Are we going tonight or did you want a raincheck since you were in jail."

He'd had all sorts of alerts going off, traps activated, security breached and destroyed, it was a good thing he had nothing important kept there, since she'd followed him to his little base he'd had to move everything noteworthy to a different location.