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Meeting You Again

Chapter 14

This chapter took quite a while to write, hope everybody enjoys!

Nemesis’s POV

You didn’t like this; you felt exposed, like you were standing on a stage naked in front of a crowd of hundreds. Of course, you were bundled up in plenty of clothes but without your mask it didn’t feel like it really mattered.

Still, you were alive and so was Trevor and that was all that really mattered at the moment. You’d gotten untied by a kindly old lady after the man left, and she’d brought you into the hub of Miasma.

It was exactly as you’d expected based on the room you’d woken up in; a high dome ceiling of glass, a damn fountain in the center of the room and a few benches littered around. There were hallways that stretched into the rest of the complex, and quite a few villains hanging around.

You didn’t recognize any of them, and you glanced back at the lady who’d kindly escorted you out and she’d already wandered away. You took a deep breath, an escape plan already piecing together in your mind.

You had to find Trevor before anything though; rule number one in dangerous situations, no man left behind. Trevor was practically helpless unless he used his venom, and leaving a trail of dead bodies wasn’t preferably in any situation.

You made your way over to the fountain first, and gazed at the trickling water for a few minutes as you weighed the pros and cons of asking any of the other villains lingering around for directions. One one hand, you were technically one of them now, on the other hand these were unfamiliar villains and you wouldn’t be surprised if they fucked with you.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt someone slam into you and wrap their arms around your chest tightly. You stumbled back, but they held on tight. You looked at them, warmth and relief spreading through you when you saw who it was.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” You asked, wrapping your arms protectively around Trevor and shooting a glare at anybody who stared. Anger boiled in the pit of your stomach as you thought of the last time you saw him, scared and desperate.

“No, I’m fine. Are you okay? Was Nessie with you?” Trevor asked, clearly still mildly panicked. You shook your head, and let out a squeak of surprise when he noticeably sagged into your arms with relief.

“Woah, jeez.” You mumbled as you carefully lowered him onto a bench. You could feel the stares of the other villains and you tried to ignore how vulnerable you felt. Soon enough you’d both be out of here and halfway across the world in a couple days; after all, if nothing else you knew how to disappear.

“I see you two are settling in.” A familiar but still unwelcome voice broke through your moment, and you glanced up to glare at the man who’d originally recruited you. He smirked down at you, as if you two were friends or close colleagues.

“Yeah, lovely place. I expected a dirt-covered warehouse or something.” You offhandedly commented, slinging your arm protectively around Trevor’s shoulders and continuing to glare at them.

“Ah, no.” He answered with a small airy gesture. “We take pride in being more organized and hygienic than most villains.”

You watched him carefully as he spoke, and rolled your eyes as he started rambling about hygiene. Who cared about that stuff? If they wanted a nice, clean life they could’ve stayed as citizens.

“I just remembered that I forgot to introduce myself to both of you, so I’d like to take a moment to do so.” He continued, as if he didn’t notice your blatant disrespect. “My name is Christopher, though I usually go by my alias, Omen.”

You listened and grinded your teeth, wanting nothing more than to leave and not listen to this asshat talk but knowing that doing so, surrounded by at least ten foreign villains, would be suicide.

“Nice to meet you, Omen. You already know our names, as you found great pride in waving in my face earlier.” You responded, your tone easily becoming chipper even though the light didn’t quite reach your eyes. You were used to your mask hiding such things, and it’d take time you didn’t have to retrain yourself.

“So, there’s a couple of things I need to grab from my apartment-” You started calmly, and winced with frustration as he immediately cut you off.

“Ah, yes. Don’t worry, I’ve had everything brought to your new room.” Omen said. “Including a dictionary and any personal trinkets.”

“Great, so where is it?” You asked as you glanced down at Trevor to make sure he was alright since he hadn’t said anything for the whole interaction. His face was pale, and he looked like he’d seen a ghost; you felt anger stir in your gut at the frightened expression.

“I’ll show you. You two are across the hall from each other.” Omen said, and gestured for them to follow him. You glanced nervously at Trevor and then started following him. You subconsciously grabbed Trevor’s hand as soon as you could for comfort.

You took note of your surroundings as he led you through what seemed like a maze of corridors and downright tunnels. The floor was subtly sloped, making it seem like you were staying on the same level but in reality you were going further and further into the ground.

A few villains sent glances your way, and you retaliated by making them forget what they were doing. Halfway through your journey however you had to stop since you’d gotten so tired that you noticed yourself lagging behind.

Omen seemed fondly amused with it, but didn’t say anything. You sent him another glare and moved closer to Trevor.

Finally, after what felt like hours of walking but in reality was only thirty minutes, you reached two doors facing each other on either side of the hallway. There were already copper nameplates thankfully engraved with both of your aliases instead of names.

“Here’s your rooms. Inside are your uniforms and a tablet that accesses our main database to provide you a schedule and an updated map. Don’t lose it.” Omen listed. “If you have any questions, my assistant’s contact is in your phone.”

You nodded to show you understood, and Omen turned and started walking away. You let out a sigh, glad you were at least rid of him for now.

“Don’t trust that dude.” Trevor said softly, and you nodded in agreement. He opened his mouth as if he were about to say more, but instead he turned and entered his room.

You watched him shut the door before turning and entering your own room.

It was luxurious to say the least. A large, puffy bed that looked awfully tempting was pushed up against the far-right wall, and a small nightstand sat beside it with a sleek black tablet on top. There was a comfy chair that was probably stolen sitting on your immediate right, and in front of it was a tiny table that you could at most fit a small meal on top of.

The entire room was carpeted, and you felt kind of like a dick for wearing shoes while examining the room so you quickly yanked your shoes off before continuing.

There was a painting that you recognized from the city’s museum hanging on the left wall, and you snickered slightly. Well, at least whoever decorated the room knew how to make it homey. Right next to the painting and bed in the corner was a small door, which lead to a tiny wardrobe that you’d definitely be complaining about.

And the most important part of it was the familiar mask sitting on your bed. You darted forward and grabbed it, relaxing as you felt the smooth texture. You put it on and spent a minute adjusting it until it was perfectly covering everything except your eyes and hair.

There, at least you could do things in style.

You remembered crashing immediately after getting your mask, which you didn’t expect but hey, it’d been a long day. You woke up to a faint buzzing sound and you let out a groan and threw your arm over your eyes in protest. It didn’t stop, and eventually you opened your eyes and sat up.

Your tablet was buzzing, still sitting on the nightstand where you’d left it. You grabbed it and fiddled with it for a minute before finding the button to turn it on. You winced at the bright screen and blinked, trying to adjust.

There were a bunch of notifications, including shit like a simple tutorial for the tablet which you skipped past and a schedule which you’d completely fucked up by falling asleep early.

You huffed, not really caring that you’d missed breakfast. It turned out you were on laundry duty for a couple hours, and then a bunch of free time. Did they kidnap you just to use you as a laundry slave? That was douchey.

You yawned and stood up before shuffling to the wardrobe. You would’ve worn your normal clothes out of spite, but they were dirty and grimey and you needed to change. Sadly, the only thing in your closet was various uniforms in different shades of blue.

You sighed and grabbed a teal shirt that was much too modest for your tastes and some simple navy pants. You’d have to get new clothes while you were here, this stuff just wasn’t you.

You exited your room and pulled up the map on your tablet. Unsurprisingly enough, you and Trevor’s rooms were on the bottom level of the complex; probably to keep you both from escaping.

You peeked into Trevor’s room, but he wasn’t there and the lights were off. You tried to hold back your concern; Omen had made it very clear that Trevor was the expendable one, and the thought of him getting hurt.. Gods, it sent lightning bolts of adrenaline through you. You both needed to get out of this, you wouldn’t stand for making it alone.

You took a deep breath to calm down and examined the map again. It’d take you ten minutes to get to the laundry room, five minutes if you ran. But you weren’t really in the mood for running, so they’d just have to wait.

You trotted down the hallways, examining the walls closely for any cracks in their defense. This was the first time you’d been kidnapped by a supervillain group, so you weren’t sure what you should be looking for; but hell, any sort of weakness would be welcome at this point.

Maybe that glass dome? That was the central hub of Miasma, so it’d be a bloody battle to get out and you’d have to find a way to climb up but once you did you’d be home free. A grin slowly spread over your face, and giddiness kept your steps light; you had some free time later, you were sure you could find some way to scale those walls.

You were getting out of here.

Doing the laundry of several hundred villains was surprisingly underwhelming. It was mostly a mix of embarrassing and amusing seeing all the overly edgy garments. You were alone in your task, which was fine with you; you didn’t really want to spend time with any of these folk anyways.

Halfway through however, you would’ve given anything to spend time with anybody; even Omen, as creepy as he was. You perched on top of one of the washers and pulled out your tablet and snorted with displeasure as you remembered you didn’t get Trevor’s contact yet.

You vaguely wondered if you could contact the outside world with this, and spent a good twenty minutes trying to find ways to hack out of the system. You had no programming knowledge however, and <hack>we’re in</hack> didn’t actually work.

You eventually gave up with that plan and decided to study the map instead.

To the left of the hub were a maze of hallways and rooms which slowly lead down into the earth which were the residential area, to the right was a corridor that lead to several larger rooms which were marked as storage. To the north was a sprawl of different, gigantic rooms labeled things such as “Broken doomsday machines”, “Vehicles” and “Weapons”. To the south was a bunch of different rooms labeled “Classified”, and the map cut off strangely the further it got. You narrowed your eyes, trying to calculate if you had enough stamina to keep a minor invisibility illusion up while you explored all those Classified rooms. Probably not, which was disheartening.

Still, at least now you knew the basic layout of the place and could plan your actions accordingly. Ah hell, when did you ever do that? Now, where did they keep the grappling hooks?

It’d probably be best to check the Weapons section first, and then Broken Doomsday Machines because at least it’d make it seem like you were exploring and not trying to find a way to escape.

Plan in mind, you went back to.. Doing the laundry. Ergh.

Laundry was boring, everything was boring. Miasma was boring so far, other than a couple scares and a bunch of weirdos; you longed to see the sunlight, and more importantly see the bustling city and all the comforting background noise.

The hours you spent doing the only job they’d bothered to plan for you was a waste of time in your opinion, but you finally got through it and now you could actually start doing shit.

You darted out of the laundry room and started making your way towards the hub. As much as you despised it here, you kept your head low and tried to not attract attention. You needed to be stealthy.

You slipped through mostly unnoticed, until someone grabbed your shoulder. You whipped your head around, expecting Trevor or Omen again but this time it was an unfamiliar figure. He had dark skin, spiky short black hair and friendly grey eyes. He wasn’t what you’d expect from a villain.

“Hey, you’re Nemesis, right?” He asked, and you stared at him. “My name’s Damien, but most people know me by my alias, Crow.”

“Nice to meet you, Damien.” You said, not bothering to smile or emote at all but the lightness in your tone apparently fooled him well enough since he grinned happily at you.

“So, how’ve you been settling in? I noticed you showed up late for your chores earlier.” Damien continued, and you ducked your head in minor embarrassment.

“Decided to test out the bed.” You answered jokingly. “Its high quality, who’d you kill to get them?”

“Heh, we didn’t kill anybody. We have enough money that we don’t have to resort to violence much-” Damien started rambling, and you sharply inhaled.

“Pff, much? I dunno man, I’ve still got a bruise from my recruitment.” You said, a little louder than intended. You sighed with frustration as a few other villains glanced over, and quickly wiped the last thirty seconds from their memory. As they stumbled around confused, you continued.

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that- We meant to just capture Manticore at first, then blackmail you. But you’re here now, so it's all good.” Damien admitted guiltily and you rolled your eyes at them. Kidnap your friends and then use them to bring you into their fold? You would’ve been flattered if you weren’t disgusted by it.

“Yeah, its fantastic. No rent, free food, what more could someone want?” You shot back sarcastically and he winced. You didn’t feel guilty; villains were, as the name suggested, villains and didn’t deserve pity.

“Y-yeah, I guess.” Damien said before ducking his head and shuffling away. You watched him walk away and let out a long sigh; you were tempted to take the entire conversation back from him, but you still needed your strength and you didn’t want to be forced to reintroduce yourself.

You turned away from him and walked towards the northern hallway, your steps light but your mind buzzed with impatient anger.

The Weapons room buzzed with people; training dummies and long-range targets were set up behind a tough glass wall, and racks of weapons lined the walls. You weaved through the crowds, keeping your head low as you tried to see if there was anything useful.

You noticed a lovely silver mace with an exceptionally long chain and started making your way towards it, already trying to decide if you or Trevor had the better throwing aim when you smacked into someone.

You stumbled back, annoyance rippling through you before you noticed how gigantic the person in question was. They had to be six feet tall at least; skull face paint distorted their face, muscles bulged out of every possible place on their body and he was very clearly flexing and showing off to someone. He was kind of cute, but in the obsessive body-builder who’s probably on steroids kind of way.

“Oh, sorry.” The man rumbled, embarrassment covering his features. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered, absentmindedly adjusting your mask as you spoke.

“Oh, good. My name’s Jason, nice to meet you.” He said, and the person beside him who he’d been showing off to glared at you. You grinned underneath your mask at them before turning back to Jason.

“Nemesis, it's a pleasure.” You answered and extended your hand. He took it gently, as if he was afraid of breaking it - which he probably could, judging by those pecs- and shook it.

“Nice mask. I always wanted one, but it didn’t really fit with my overall “theme”, you know?” Jason chattered and you nodded along. “So I decided to go halfway and go with facepaint.”

“It looks really nice.” You commented warmly, and blushed slightly when he glowed at the compliment. “Did you do it yourself?”

“No, Christie usually does it for me- Christie! Where are you going?” Jason called as the person he’d been showing off to, apparently Christie, started walking away. “-Sorry, I should go see what’s wrong. Um, here’s my number if you wanna chat.” Jason said as he grabbed your tablet and quickly put himself in as a contact. You didn’t object, but you could tell that your face looked like magma and you were never more thankful that you were wearing a mask. You grabbed your tablet back and mumbled a goodbye as he jogged over to where Christie had disappeared to.

You watched him walk away for a few more moments to calm down, before turning around and trotting towards the rack where you’d seen the mace only to smack into another, more familiar figure.

“Oh, greetings again.” Omen purred and you glared coldly up at him. It was like he’d positioned himself so that you’d run right into him the second you tried to dart for the weapons rack.

“Hey,” You started, but your voice fell flat as you tried to think of a witty response. You shrugged and decided to roll with it. “-What do you want?”

“I’m just checking up on you and making sure you’re ready for your first real task.” Omen said, his voice completely confident even though he hadn’t even told you what you were going to be doing.

“What am I preparing for?” You asked, casually shuffling to the side and leaning against the wall. The mace was so close you could grab it and smash his smug face in, but there were so many armed grunts around that it’d be suicide.

“Such matters shouldn’t be discussed in the open.” Omen said, and gestured for you to follow him. You narrowed your eyes and stayed put; you weren’t going anywhere with this dude, especially not alone.

“Nope, I’m good. Just tell me what I need to do when I need to do it.” You said, crossing your arms defiantly while glaring up at him, silently daring him to try anything while there were so many people around.

“Hmm, alright then. I’ll send my assistant to get you when you’re needed.” Omen said, apparently frustrated with your defiance but not pushing. He brushed off his tunic and briskly walked away.

You let out a sigh and slumped your shoulders, your entire body still tense with stress. The sooner you got out of here, the better.

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Chapter 13

Masterlist

Duncan’s POV

You weren’t surprised when Jesse brought you four back to his apartment, or when he spent twenty minutes getting dressed. Disappointed maybe, but not surprised. In that time you stood around awkwardly, occasionally eyeing Nessie and only glancing away when she met your gaze.

You weren’t sure what to make of her; she was a villain definitely, and apparently she had some tie to Nemesis. Which meant she had some connection to you, specifically. The absurdity of the whole situation was making your head spin; but.. You supposed villains would have friends.

You were still lost in thought when Jesse trotted out, clad in their full hero ensemble.

Taylor had worn a League outfit when you’d met them, but it was less flashy and much more humble. Jesse was wearing a bright golden cloak, with a small hood at the back that they could throw over their hair. Two golden plates guarded their arms and neck, and there were several notches and suspicious stains that you preferred to not dwell on.

The cloak ended right under their knees, and muted red slacks were visible underneath before being cut off by black boots. They had a golden mask with an autumn-red stitched trim that only covered their eyes.

You could tell they were smug as fuck, just by the casual tilt of their mouth. You scowled at them and turned away, annoyed that you’d been caught gawking.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” Jesse snickered, twirling to show off. “You guys won’t have the shoulderplates, ‘cuz these are expensive as shit and I have no idea who’s going to kick the bucket this round, but I can set you up with most of this stuff.”

“Wow.” Veronica breathed, not masking her awe. You watched as she hurried over and started examining the clothes, her eyes glittering with barely contained excitement.

“...We have to wear that?” Nessie piped up, her voice unenthusiastic and drawling. You couldn’t help but agree with her; it wasn’t that stealthy, and you had a team of four people taking on how many fuckers were out there. You could steadily assume it was well over four people on the other side; Nemesis was crafty, it’d take a lot to overpower him and whoever this Trevor guy was.

“Yes, it's mandatory. If you don’t like our style, you can g.t.f.o. hon.” Jesse said airily. Nessie huffed and rolled her eyes, but didn’t argue any further.

“Anyways, go change. There’s enough uniforms in there for all three of you.” Jesse commanded, gesturing to his room. Immediately the entire room went silent, and you could feel the awkwardness pressing down.

“Oh come on, we’re all friends here. If you already haven’t seen each other naked, then I need to seriously rethink my recruitment choices.” Jesse said, and you glanced at Veronica nervously. She wordlessly walked into the bedroom and threw your uniform out.

Nessie followed Veronica into the room and you opted to change in the bathroom.

You three sat in the living room, changed and ready to sit around and wait for Jesse to finish texting. You let out a soft groan and rolled your shoulders in boredom. You’d spent most of the initiation waiting for Jesse, and it didn’t look like that was going to change anytime soon.

Finally Jesse set down his phone and looked at you and the others.

“Alright, so HQ says we shouldn’t rush in and we should wait for reinforcements before trying anything.” He said seriously. “Actually, that’s a blatant lie. We’re on our own here until I die or all three of you die, in which they’ll send some more heroes to take care of things.” He said airily, as if the concept of their possible deaths was a joke.

“So there’s a good chance we’re going to die during this mission?” Nessie asked slowly.

“Ehhhh, maybe? According to our informants, we could be working with an organized group of supervillains who’ve somehow avoided detection long enough to create a League-like operation.” Jesse started. “-But, we could just be working with a tiny group of villains trying to take over the city by taking out its resident villains.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense; why would they need to get rid of the current villains to take over the city?” You piped up, and Jesse looked at you as if you were insane.

“Veronica you still haven’t explained this to him? Ah, whatever.” Jesse said with a sigh. “Villains aren’t organized, not like heroes are; there’s no real hierarchy to explain who’s a big shit and who isn’t. So they focus on becoming the biggest turd in their area; whether it be a city, a state, or a country. Territory is very important to them; they don’t want anybody messing with their schemes or disrupting the economy too much so heists and the like aren’t profitable anymore.

“Have you noticed there aren’t many strong villains around here? That’s because Nemesis, Manticore and Alley Cat were the big shits. If you did something bad enough to catch their attention, you’re going to get driven from the city.” Jesse stopped for a moment to glance at Nessie, who nodded in confirmation.

“So, if there’s someone strong enough to take out the baddest villains in the city it means there’s something going on. So what can we expect within the next couple days?” Jesse stopped and let his gaze travel over the small group.

“A new strongest villain is going to assert themselves and brag about taking out the last villains-” Veronica started slowly, her eyes going fearful. “-Or there’s going to be chaos as everybody tries to assert themselves as the new villain, the real culprit still hidden.”

Jesse nodded gravely, a soft, pained smile on their features.

“So there’s a chance Nem and Trevor are dead already.” Nessie said softly.

“Hey, don’t lose hope. Its entirely possible they’re still alive; the new villains might be keeping them alive to show off when they reveal themselves.” Jesse said gently, and you had to do a double-take since that’s the most sincere and kind you’ve ever heard him.

“So if they’re alive, they’re trophies.” Nessie said, her quiet voice growing cold. “The second we find those bitches, they’re dead.”

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Masterlist

Nemesis’s POV

Warning: Contains a scene with implied se/xual assa/ult. There’s nothing explicit however, but please be careful if you’re sensitive to that.

You came to your senses slowly. It felt like you’d been hit over the head with a club made of meat- Or a regular club. Either probably would’ve given you this deep-rooted headache.

You opened your eyes and your vision swam. The first thing you noticed was that the comforting weight of your mask was missing. You vaguely wondered why you even noticed that; you took off your mask when you were at home or going to bed.

The next thing you noticed was the fact that you were in a white, small room. A tiny wooden table sat in front of you, and you were sitting in a chair attached to the floor. You tested your arms and legs, but they didn’t move; a threateningly tight and uncomfortable thing was tied around your wrists and ankles, stopping your movement- Oh, wait, it was rope. Damn this headache.

Your vision was only beginning to clear when the white door opened and a tall - you’re talking only a few inches shorter than Rayna tall - person strides in. Their left eye is silver, while their right eye is teal; a menacing scar over their left eye’s eyelid that stretches down their face explains it. They have short, dark brown hair and wears only blue.

They looked like some sort of supervillain, but there was no reason for a supervillain to kidnap you.

“You’re awake.” Their voice was a low, slow drawl. But it had an oddly familiar tone to it, like you’d already met; though you were fairly certain you’d remember them, even with your headache storming through your brain.

“G’morning.” You managed, and it earned you a soft cackle from them.

“Late afternoon, actually. You slept through most of the day; we were starting to get worried.” He answered, strolling over and standing in front of you. You cracked a pained smile and insistently tugged at the ropes binding you.

“Well, as you can see I’m completely fine.” You said while wondering if there was any way to use your powers to trick them into releasing you. In your condition, you’d probably just summon up an illusion of yourself and have them walk through the damn floor.

“So, what the fuck do you want from me?” You started, but jumped slightly when you remembered something important. “-And where the fuck is Manticore?”

“Your friend is fine.” He reassured you, reaching over the table to gently stroke your cheek. You flinched away in shock, struggling against your binds. He stopped for a moment before grabbing your chin and yanking you forward so your face was right in front of his.

“Benjamin Gray, commonly known as Nemesis, low level villain yet they have two very interesting skills.” He said, his breath hot on your neck as he dipped his head down. “Illusions, a fairly common power with criminals and vigilantes alike. Memory manipulation.. A little less common, a little more dangerous.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat and you were aware suddenly that you were wheezing. You were terrified, his cold eyes met yours for a moment before he let go and stepped back.

You looked to the side, trying to focus on steadying your breathing. That name, how did he know that name? It was six feet under, it was gone and with good reason.

And then.. Gods, you didn’t want to think it was more than interrogation tactics. But so far he hadn’t asked any questions; what the fuck did he want? Did the League kidnap you because of what happened to Duncan? Your head was spinning and you felt like you were going to throw up.

“Wake up.” He said suddenly, and your head snapped to attention. You drew back, preparing to do whatever it took for him to not grab you again. You’d take his memory of the past hour, the past day; hell, you’d kick him into last week if that’s what it took.

“Now, I have an offer for you.” He said, leaning against the table. You shrunk back while contemplating spitting in his face.

“Your friend, this Manticore, isn’t useful to our endeavors; however, he’s already seen too much and a whistle-blower would be inconvenient. So, I’ll keep you both as my employees and so long as you both obey, neither of you get hurt.” He explained, and you thought for a few moments. If you had Trevor, you both might be able to make a run for it; but there were so many people last night...

“What could the League possibly want with us?” You countered, and he let out a snort of amusement.

“We aren’t the League.” He said, a half-smile on his pale face. “We’re Miasma, an organization of supervillains. You didn’t really think we were all running around like headless cockroaches, did you?” He explained, and you tilted your head.

“Doesn’t Miasma mean highly unpleasant smell?” You quipped jokingly, and he rolled his eyes.

“When you agree to my deal, I’ll make sure to provide you with a dictionary.” He said, waving his hand airily. He still had that same predatory half-smile, and his eyes were striking and intense.

You watched him for a few moments, weary and still slightly fearful. If you didn’t agree, he’d kill Manticore and probably torture you until you changed your mind. But if you agreed... Gods, whenever you thought about a supervillain organization you’d never thought they’d be like this. Maybe you hung out with heroes too much.

Villains were, after all, the scum of the earth.

“I can’t say no, can I?” You said softly, your body relaxing in the depressing realization.

“No, you can’t.”

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Duncan’s POV

Weird enough, you’d woken up to your phone buzzing. Veronica usually burst into your home, usually while completely covered in flames and screaming unintelligibly.

That was a lie, but an amusing misguidance; she did usually text you in the morning, but only after 9:00; right now it was 7:24. You clumsily grabbed your phone and turned it on, wincing at the bright light.

As it turns out, Jesse somehow found your number; whether or not he got it from Veronica or the League was unknown to you.

bitch u gotta get up b4 noon sometime

me and veronica r going to the BEACH meet us there hunnie

You groaned. The beach? It was late autumn weather, it wasn’t going to be warm enough to go swimming. But then again, they were on the west coast.

You threw on some clothes, making sure to grab a scarf and coat since it’d be colder by the shore. You then didn’t bother to respond to Jesse’s texts, but still remembered to grab your phone.

By the time you got to the beach, it was almost 8:00. You wandered alone for a while, until you noticed two figures; one bundled up like yourself, the other showing off in a swimsuit.

It was not Veronica in the swimsuit.

You sped up to a trot, frustration rolling through you. You didn’t know what you expected, but Jesse was definitely living up to your expectations.

“Hey! C’mere, what do you think?” Jesse called out, their blonde hair slightly ruffled from the cold breeze. You weren’t sure how they weren’t freezing, but they weren’t.

“Its.. Pink.” You commented, looking at their fashion choice with annoyance. It was one-piece, with plenty of strings and it showed more then an appropriate amount of skin. You could see a black binder visibly, but Jesse didn’t seem to give a shit. You personally would’ve picked at least a skin-toned one, or a pink one to match.

“Well, duh. It does with my hair.” Jesse snarked back, flipping their mane of hair sassily. “Does everybody here seriously bundle up in this weather? You all don’t understand what it means to be cold.”

You shook your head slowly and let out a small sigh. You decided to not continue humoring him; it only made it worse.

You noticed Veronica moving in the corner of your eye and turned to see her dropping Jesse’s phone before her hands burst into flames.

A person was jogging down the beach, their short green hair stained with grit and their teal eyes excited for a few moments before it ground down to frustration at the sight of Veronica’s lit hands.

“I’m not here to fight!” She called out, her voice hoarse like she’d been screaming. “I’ve been looking for you for ages, Rayna almost kicked my ass.” She added humorously, as if to lighten Veronica’s mood. It worked, and the flaming girl let out a snort of amusement and the fire went out.

“Errr, who’s this?” Jesse piped up, and for once you were in complete agreement with him.

“Nes- Alley Cat, what do you want?” Veronica stumbled her words, but delivered it coldly in the end.

“No, no you don’t pull this business relationship shit with me.” Alley Cat huffed, strolling right up to Veronica. They were the same height, and they glared for a few moments before Veronica stepped back. You felt as if you were witnessing some sort of ritual.

“Listen, Nemesis and Trevor are missing. The League’s in town, I’m worried that-” Alley Cat stopped, apparently only noticing Jesse’s presence. Her expression, which before had been a mix of concern and thinly veiled panic, turned into confusion and then anger.

“Where the fuck are they?!” She screamed right before connecting her fist with Jesse’s face in a brutal left-hook.

“Jesus fuck!” Jesse screeched, as they stumbled and fell to the ground. They looked up at her with annoyance brewing in their green eyes.

“I didn’t kidnap anybody, you crazed red-arsed baboon!” Jesse shouted as they held their slowly-reddening cheek. You winced, not at the wound but at the fact that their suit would surely get filled with cold sand.

“Then why the fuck are they missing the second your filth waltz into town?” Alley Cat snarled back, anger flaring in her eyes. Veronica grabbed her shoulder and wrenched her away from Jesse.

“Calm the fuck down, Nessie.” Veronica snapped, her grip tight and threatening on Alley Cat’s - or, rather, Nessie’s - shoulder.

“I won’t calm down, not until those two are standing right in front of me!” Nessie shouted back, trying to yank away from Veronica but failing.

You watched the events unfold, your mind whirling. Nemesis, your enemy, was missing? Jesse had all those documents.. He had documents on you, so why wouldn’t he have shit on Nemesis and this Trevor guy? Maybe that’s what he came here to do.

“We’ll help you find them.” You piped up, staring into her teal eyes. Her gaze softened slightly, and she stopped struggling. Veronica sent you an annoyed glance; while Jesse, humiliated and confused, nursed his wound.

“Good.” Nessie said, and Veronica let her go. She brushed off her jacket and glanced at Jesse, her gaze turning disdainful. “So they don’t have anything to do with it?” She asked.

“Nope, but I’ve got a few ideas about who took them.” Jesse said, standing up and brushing themselves off. He still stayed a few feet away from Nessie wearily.

“But before we do that, we need to initiate you three. Confidentiality thing.” Jesse said, airily waving their hand to emphasis. You could see Veronica’s jaw drop.

“W-wait, what? You can just.. Add three members to the League? One of which is a known villain and just punched you in the face?!” Veronica stuttered out.

“Yep, we kind of add people during missions and shit; we just make it seem like its a big, mysterious thing to make people scared. Pfft, why do you think Taylor’s a member of the League? That guy’s power is ridiculously useless.” Jesse giggled, their confidence slowly coming back.

“That’s... Extremely dumb and flawed.” Nessie commented and Jesse let out a huff.

“Hey, I didn’t decide on the system; upper management did.” Jesse said, pouting slightly.

“Are we seriously standing here and complaining about joining one of the most prestigious superhero organizations in the world?” You piped up quietly, and Jesse slung an arm over your shoulder. You tried to pull away awkwardly but they followed.

“See? This guy gets it. He’s already top of the class, you two are lagging behind.” Jesse snarked. “-So, are you all in? If not, I’ll just go find your little villains on my lonesome.”

Veronica nodded enthusiastically, and Nessie let out a sigh and nodded as well after a few moments.

“Good! Now, first course of action; find a cab so I can go back home and change, I’m freezing!”

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Update/Announcement about MYA:

POV will now switch from Duncan to Nemesis every other chapter instead of once every five chapters! For example, the next chapter will be in Duncan’s POV and then it’ll switch over to Nemesis’s POV in the next chapter.

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In Another Time

Meeting You Again

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Meeting You Again

10th - Intermission

Masterlist

The dull drone of the news drifted through the air, and you let out a long sigh of boredom. Nothing ever happened on Saturdays; it was a rule that fun things happened on Fridays and Saturdays were the universal hangover day.

But you sadly weren’t allowed to go out for drinks; you didn’t have a high alcohol tolerance, and when you had the ability to make illusions and fuck with people it didn’t turn out good usually.

Trevor was slammed though, and he didn’t tell you why he’d kept drinking throughout the day; Nessie mumbled something about him having a stressful day at work, but you weren’t really convinced that was everything.

Oh well, nothing you could do other then constantly make him forget where he left his drink.

He caught on pretty fast; or he would’ve, if you hadn’t kept taking that revelation away from him whenever he started to catch on. It was kind of hilarious, but Nessie told you to knock it off after a while.

“He won’t tell me what happened!” You whined, trailing after the girl into the kitchen of your apartment. She rolled her eyes and started rifling through the fridge.

“Maybe because he’s been drinking all day to forget it.” She snapped. “Or maybe its because you’ve been fucking with him all day so he’s not going to tell you out of spite.”

“I wouldn’t have to mess with him if he’d just tell me..” You pouted unhappily. You reached past her and snatched a can of Pepsi before leaning against the counter and cracking it open.

“Just leave him alone, alright?” Nessie said as she grabbed the lone slice of cheesecake and closed the fridge. “He’ll tell us when he’s ready.”

“Wait wait wait, US? I thought he was keeping me out of the loop to be a jerk.” You exclaimed. Trevor shared everything with Nessie; they were practically joined at the hip. “Alright, that’s the final straw; we have to find out what happened now.” You declared, setting down your drink and grabbing Nessie’s arm to drag her out of the room while she awkwardly tried to eat cheesecake with one hand.

“Trevor get that tiny tush over here!” You shouted, even though he was sitting on the couch right in front of you.

“My tush is right here, what’do you want?” Trevor asked, his speech slightly slurred from the alcohol.

“You’ve been drinking all day and as awesome as that sounds that’s kind of really fucking bad. What happened?” You asked a little roughly.

“I already told you I don’t want to talk about it.” He snapped, anger rolling through his form. He was fairly fit and lean, and you didn’t doubt he could take you down if he attacked; but you always had the upper hand of never being where someone thought you were.

“Well too bad because you can spend the night on the streets if you don’t.” You snapped back, worry and frustration coursing through you. Nessie and Trevor usually hopped from place to place together, and ended up spending a lot of time in your home. Still, you were the one who owned the place.

“Hey, calm the fuck down, Nem.” Nessie said, grabbing your shoulder and trying to pull you aside. You yanked away from her.

“No, if he wants to be a mooching drunk bum he can be it somewhere else!” You yelled angrily. Trevor stumbled to his feet, fangs glistening menacingly.

“Fuck you, I don’t want to stay when you’re being a dick anyways!” Trevor screamed back, turning and storming out. He slammed the door behind him with a loud bang.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nessie hissed in anger before turning to race out to follow him. You huffed and slammed the door behind her, still steaming.

You hated it when they kept things from you; they’d known eachother for a long time before you entered the equation, and you knew you’d never truly be accepted into their little friendship group.

It was fine most of the time, but it was grating and you were always nervous doing any sort of heist with them since you knew that, if it came down to it, they’d always pick the other before you.

And you fucking hated it.

You collapsed onto the couch, dully noting that Nessie had set down her slice of cheesecake before running out. You didn’t care; you didn’t feel like getting up and putting it away.

You didn’t feel like doing jack shit but feeling bad for yourself and fighting off the increasing sense of guilt in your gut.

“What did you need to talk to us about, Ben?” Nessie’s eyes were soft and kind. You sat between your two friends on the bridge, legs hanging off the edge as cars zoomed by below.

“I, uh, just gimme a second.” You said, taking a deep breath. This was the biggest thing you’d ever told them; but you desperately needed a place to stay after your parents kicked you to the curb. They were always a religious family, and it was hard to pry your identity from the claws of the Devil and not think of yourself as a living beacon of sin and lowliness.

“I’m gay.” You breathed out, your hands curling and your body trembling. You trusted them to not push you away, but what if they did? You were one of them, but out of pity; the confused boy who had powers he couldn’t control the second he activated them. Everybody hated him because he’d constantly take away memories, or put up illusions for no reason; he could barely control his powers, and it just annoyed everybody. But Nessie and Trevor took pity on you and pulled you into their group.

“Knew it.” Nessie hissed, pulling you from your thoughts, and Trevor lightly punched your shoulder.

“Lemme guess; parents got riled up and you need a place to stay?” He asked jokingly. You were relieved; but you weren’t sure why. You knew they’d accept you, they weren’t like your parents.

“Yeah.” You answered simply, leaning on Nessie’s shoulder. As the relief soaked in, so did the anger. The anger that people like your parents existed; that they’d throw you out just because they couldn’t comprehend that someone different then them existed.

“Well, you’ve always got a place with us.” Nessie said, patting your head softly at first but then she started ruffling it. You let out a yelp in surprise and fell backwards onto the sidewalk of the bridge.

“C’mon, lets go get some snacks and marathon the Harry Potter movies.” Trevor suggested as he and Nessie slid off the railing to stand near you. You stood up, an enthusiastic grin taking over your features.

“Hell yes!”

You closed your eyes, a deep sigh rattling your chest. You’d been sixteen at the time; that’d been six years ago. They’d given you a place to stay, fixed you up, didn’t question you once even when you fumbled and got confused.

You would be dead or worse without them. You owed them everything.

You stood up and grabbed a coat before going outside. The streets were dark and it was roughly 11:50pm. You jogged down the street, calling their names for what seemed like forever. You got increasingly more worried when they didn’t respond, and you moved further out in the city.

This was dangerous, so fucking dangerous; if you got attacked you’d have to use your powers, and you forgot to grab your mask when you left.

But the streets were empty and quiet; your home was on the outskirts of the city, so the main nighttime bustle was far away.

You let out a sigh after fifteen minutes of searching and pulled out your phone. Or you would’ve, if you hadn’t also forgotten to grab your phone.

With a groan you decided to head home and call them; they must’ve found a safe place to sleep if they weren’t around here, but you still needed to know they were okay.

You were making your way back home when you noticed something moving around in the darkness. You took a step back, seriously contemplating running.

Then you saw a very familiar figure dart out of the darkness, fear glittering in their amber eyes. You didn’t think, you just acted.

You threw up multiple illusions of Trevor to confuse the person - people? There were so many people spilling out of the darkness - and made a run for it, following behind your friend.

You heard the soft sound of a blow dart gun, and you saw a feathered shape sink into Trevor’s leg. He stumbled and after a moment sunk to his knees. You stopped and grabbed him, trying to pick him up but he’d completely relaxed and he was so damn heavy.

You saw people chasing behind, various weapons in their hands. Simple black masks hid their faces, and goggles hid their eyes. You snarled wordlessly at them and tried to drag Trevor back.

You had no idea what to do; you didn’t know how long they’d been chasing Trevor, or where Nessie was, and there were too many to wipe their memories.

And your illusions relied on speed, which you definitely didn’t have.

So you crumbled to your knees and cradled Trevor’s head in your lap, your teeth bared in a wordless threat as they closed in.

It wasn’t too soon until they knocked you out too.

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Meeting You Again

Masterlist

Today you were supposed to go with Veronica to meet the League member who was moving in. Some dude named Jesse; went by Ethereal Shade for their hero name.

You weren’t nervous, but the entire ride there Veronica was messing with her nails and fidgeting anxiously. She was one of the best heroes in the city, and she obviously wanted to make a good first impression.

Messing up her nailpolish wouldn’t do that though, so you silently grabbed her hand when she started messing with it again. She glanced up and smiled reassuringly at you and you let go cautiously.

You arrived at the apartment complex you apparently were meeting them at. You trailed behind Veronica, taking in the happiness and well-off vibe the building gave off. You both piled onto the elevator with someone who was furiously typing on their phone.

They had, for lack of a better word, a mane of curly blonde hair that was cut right above their shoulders and they had a pair of rectangle thinly rimmed glasses perched on their face.

The elevator dinged and opened to the fourth floor and all three of you exited, and you glanced back at the blonde person cautiously. Veronica didn’t seem to notice or care though, and hurried straight to 402.

You walked behind, eerily aware of the person still following behind. Veronica quickly knocked on the door and leaned against the wall, shooting you one more anxious glance.

“Oh! I must’ve forgotten to introduce myself on the elevator,” The person behind you chuckled and you turned around to face them. “-I’m Jesse! You two must be Veronica and Duncan!”

You nodded slowly, both amused and annoyed by Jesse’s apparent lack of tact. This was a professional meeting after all-

“Soo, you guys gonna stand around or help me unpack? That’s what you’re here for, right?” Jesse snarked, brushing past you both and unlocking the door.

“Yeah, of course!” Veronica said, apparently regaining her voice and following behind Jesse. Her expression was like a puppy waiting to be kicked only to be given a slice of bacon. So in other words, nervous but excited.

“Uhh, don’t touch those boxes over there, its just work stuff.” Jesse explained as you stepped over a few boxes laying in the middle of the room. “Ronni stopped by earlier to drop off some food and stuff, so if you need any snacks there’s some microwavable stuff in the kitchen.”

Veronica was already peeking into the rooms, but you kept your eyes on Jesse. They seemed to be taking pictures of everything; themself, the uncomfortable-looking couch, the large windows which were the only source of light in the room.

“Ooh, hey c’mere you two; I made Ronni do it and you two are gonna have to as well!” Jesse said, gesturing for both of you to come over.

“Huh, what’s this about?” Veronica asked as she walked over. You strolled over slowly, even though Jesse rolled their eyes in impatience at you.

“I’ve gotta take a picture! I’ve been hyping you guys up all day and my followers will be pissed if I forget.” Jesse scolded, and grabbed her by the shoulder and raised their phone to the sky to take a selfie. You stood next to Veronica and gazed blankly at the phone’s camera until Jesse silently deemed they’d taken enough photos.

“Thanks! Alright lemme post this and we can get straight to unpacking.” Jesse rambled, taking a seat on the couch and continuing to mess with their phone. With a sigh you realized they weren’t going to be much help.

It took most of the day but you’d gotten most everything unpacked and the whole place seemed nice by the time you finished for the night. Jesse occasionally helped out, but at some point they said they had to run for League business and left you both alone.

It took all your self-control not to look at the classified League documents they’d warned you about the second they left; what if they had things about that guy in the restaurant in there? What if they had files on you?

It was so tempting- Maybe just one peek-

Veronica was in the bedroom trying to assemble a night-stand, you could totally do this.

You opened the box and started rifling through the documents until you found “A, D.” And you pulled it out. You flipped through it quickly, glancing up every few seconds to make sure Veronica wasn’t coming back out.

You stopped when you saw your own familiar muted blonde hair. You pulled your legs closer and read.

Aaron, Duncan

M

Age: 23

Powers: Energy manipulation and manipulation

Status: Alive

Do not engage unless absolutely necessary

You heard Veronica moving around in the other room and slammed the file closed and quickly slipped it back into the box before closing it again. Luckily the tape had already been broken before you opened it, so hopefully nobody would notice anything off.

“Duncan, can you grab me a screwdriver? I, er, this one broke.” Veronica called from the other room and you stood up to go search for a screwdriver.

As you combed the apartment your mind was still focused on the documents; who else was in there? There’d been so many files and people, surely Jesse didn’t need to keep tabs on that many people.

After all, there were only so many heroes and villains in this city.

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Meeting You Again

Masterlist

You were surprised when Rayna called to ask if you wanted to go with her to the mall. It sounded as genuine as Rayna’s monotone drawl could get, so you reluctantly agreed; you had to get along with Veronica’s girlfriend, even if she was creepy and horrifically tall.

It took you a couple minutes - minus the twenty spent dying of boredom in traffic - to arrive at the mall, and then another couple minutes texting back and forth to finally locate her.

She was wearing a blue croptop, black jeans and a peace pendant necklace. She waved you over, phone still in hand.

“Glad you could make it, Veronica said you’ve been wearing the same three shirts for months.” Rayna said, looking you up and down. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“I washed them, its not like I’m rotating through dirty clothes.” You countered, frustrated.

“Uh-huh, we both know you just wear them in the shower.” Rayna snapped back, and you felt your cheeks heating up. You were certain that they were cleaned after a shower! You got cleaned in a shower, so why not clothing?

“Come on, lets go buy you something that’s not a vaguely threatening graphic tee.” Rayna snipped, grabbing your hand and practically dragging you into a store.

She then started browsing through the racks of clothes, and gestured for you to do the same. You sighed and started looking through, grabbing a couple reddish plaid shirts and some dull grey shirts that looked comfy.

By the time you met up with Rayna again, she had her arms full of various shirts that looked only vaguely different from eachother and a bunch of pairs of pants mixed in as well.

You looked at the pile and wondered what exactly Rayna did for a living, since you knew you weren’t paying for any of that. The State covered basic living expenses for heroes, not giant binge shopping trips.

By the time you snapped out of your thoughts, your arms were empty and Rayna was halfway across the store checking out.

You hurried over, embarrassed. You could see the thinly veiled fear in the 4′5 cashier’s eyes as they hurriedly scanned and bagged the clothes. You shot them a sympathetic look and let out a squeak as Rayna shoved some bags into your arms.

By the time you exited the first store, you’d already bought enough clothes to keep you wearing different stuff for a month straight.

It went on like that for a while, until your arms were laden with bags and if you were certain that if you saw one more pair of vaguely different blue jeans you’d explode. Then Rayna dragged you to the food court, and you appreciatively dumped the bags down onto her chair the second she went to order.

You didn’t really care what she got; you had no allergies, and even if you did Veronica and Rayna would probably be more conscientious of it then you would be.

She returned with two iced teas, a salad and sundae. She nudged the sundae and one of the iced teas at you, and you casually grabbed both of them before chowing down.

You watched her move the bags off her seat and settle down. She stabbed at her salad with her plastic fork for a few minutes, but she seemed distracted; her eyes trailed the crowds, as if she was looking for someone.

You glanced around, not wanting to be correct in your assumption that Nemesis was wandering around. But you didn’t see the cat-masked villain lurking anywhere.

“Is someone going to join us?” You asked conversationally before taking a sip of your tea. Iced tea was damn good, and so was icecream; just what you needed after a stressful day of shopping.

“Hopefully not.” Rayna said absently, her eyes searching the crowd for a few more moments before turning to look at you.

“We should leave soon.” Rayna added, as if it was an afterthought. You shrugged your approval; you still had more energy to spend running around and shopping, but if Rayna felt uncomfortable then you weren’t going to make her stay.

Though she was being infuriatingly vague with her reasoning.

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Nobody asked for it but here’s what the MYA crew is going to be for Halloween bc I can’t add it into the main story

Duncan: He refuses to dress up, even for Halloween

Veronica: Sexy fox, trying to seduce Rayna. It doesn’t work

Rayna: Vampire

Travis: Werewolf

Nemesis: Dog

Nessie: Doesn’t dress up, does follow Travis and Nemesis around the suburbs while they try to trick-and-treat

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MYA: Petsmart Au

Writing fanfiction of my own story

Its wonderfully shippy and 99% fluff

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They came in, the same time every week to buy catfood. Every Wednesday, right before closing; some dark-haired person would slip in, buy a bag of catfood, and leave.

For two months it continued; eventually one of your coworkers, a chipper manager named Veronica decided to ask them their name. They left with a wink and told them to call them the Cat Bandit.

You decided to call them the Whiskers Criminal, just to piss them off. Although it only seemed to amuse them, which only made you more frustrated.

After all, who the fuck became a regular at a damn Petsmart and then refused to tell anybody their name. You were starting to actually suspect that they were a criminal of some sort. Veronica waved off your suspicions, and so did your other coworker Rayna. You were almost certain Veronica had purposely given Rayna the job, since she wasn’t very helpful and preferred to spend all day looking at the fish.

You didn’t really like Rayna, but you didn’t want to crush Veronica’s adorable idealization by complaining; Veronica was tough, but she broke easily if you knew where to cut.

Still, you had to be sure; so one day you decided to approach them.

Everybody was cleaning up and darkness had already started setting in outside. You’d positioned yourself at the registers, lazily leaning against one as you waited for the final customer of the day.

Whirr

The quiet opening of the doors was the signal, but when you glanced over you didn’t see the mysterious Whiskers Criminal strolling in.

Instead, they were replaced by a short - still a few inches taller then you though - angry-looking guy with flashing amber eyes and an undercut for their spiky black hair.

They stormed up to Veronica and started talking with her angrily, waving hand motions included. She eventually pointed him towards the cat isles and he trotted towards the isles.

You waited a couple minutes, interested and slightly concerned. After all, it didn’t make sense that they’d send someone in their place; they’d never done it before-

Someone slammed a large bag of cat food down on the conveyer belt, jarring you out of your thoughts. It was the angry man, who was busily fishing cash out of his wallet.

“-Dunno why they couldn’t do it themselves-... Fuckin’ don’t have time for this-” He grumbled angrily before pulling out three twenty-dollar bills and offering them to you.

“Will this cover it?” He snorted, and you nodded.

“Yeah, but this only costs forty-” You started, trying to give one of the bills back after you scanned the bag. He waved his hand airily and grabbed the bag.

“Keep it, its not my money anyways,” He said, a shark-toothed smile taking over his features. “-I’ll just tell ‘em I got robbed or somethin,”

You gave him a doubtful look, but he was already trotting away, bag of cat food in your arms.

You were more confused then ever.

Everything went back to normal for a while; Whiskers came back the next week, but you didn’t get a chance to talk to them. Though sometimes the other guy came in, but he never paid extra again. You suspected Whiskers didn’t trust him enough to give him that much now.

Veronica built up the courage to ask out Rayna, and surprisingly enough Rayna said yes. Then it was hell on earth for a couple days before you complained to upper management about them running around and acting lovey-dovey all the time. They toned it down after that, though you were certain they ran off to makeout in the bathroom sometimes.

You still didn’t know Whiskers name, and it was starting to piss you off. You tried to ask them again, but they waved off your questions with a frustratingly charming smirk.

So you decided to go to their friend; after all, you two were sort of friends now. In a loose sense of the word.

“So, you’ve got some animals at home?” You asked conversationally as you rung up the angry little man’s items. This time he’d bought catfood and a giant dog bed; weird, considering you never saw him buy dogfood.

“Pft, this ain’t for me,” He replied, ruffling through his wallet as he talked. “Its for my friend- Friends, really.”

“Oh? Who’re they?” You pressed, and he looked at you with a lopsided smirk. There were bags under his eyes, but his amber eyes still sparkled clearly.

“Mmmhmm, yeeaaah nah,” He hummed and you resisted the urge to punch him in his crooked teeth. “They already told me about their little game; almost threw themselves outta window when I teased ‘em for it,”

You grimaced and ground your teeth together, angry and frustrated. You silently rung up their items and gave them to him, still sulking. You didn’t want them to throw themselves out of a window, but it was kind of hilarious that the most obnoxious person you’d ever met easily succumbed to lethal levels of embarrassment.

“Well, g’night-” He started, picking up his purchases and throwing them into a cart while aimlessly searching for your nametag. “-Duncan,”

It took all your self control to not flip them off as they hurried out.

The next week, nobody came. You were watching the door the entire time, but neither of them arrived on Wednesday, or Thursday, or Friday-

Soon it’d been three weeks since you last saw them, and you were worried. You reasoned, tried to convince yourself that you were just anxious because you might’ve lost a valuable customer.

But, on a bright Monday morning, Whiskers walked through the door. Their right arm was in a cast, and their tiny angry friend was following behind them while absently staring at his phone.

Whiskers was grinning like he’d just won a million dollars and they hadn’t somehow broken their arm in the three weeks they’d been absent.

“Hey, Duncan, how’s life been?” Whiskers asked, noticing your staring. You averted your eyes to the ground before responding.

“Boring as all hell,” You responded, eyes drifting to their cast. It looked like it’d been doodled on; cats, vulgar stick figures and various farting dragons littered it. There were a couple signatures too, but not nearly as many as you’d think.

“Did you jump out a window or something?” You jabbed, and you heard their friend snort in amusement.

“Yes- something like that.” They answered vaguely while making various motions with their intact arm.

“And it ended up with you flinging yourself out of a window?” You pried, amused by their antics. Compared to your dull life, they were like the gods of entertainment coming down from the heavens to buy things for their cat.

“Basically. Luckily, nothing else broke! And I didn’t immediately die when I hit the ground,” Whiskers rambled. “-But that’s not the thing I came to talk about.”

Intrigued, you nodded for them to continue. Their friend was looking up from their phone now, completely focused on the situation.

“Do you wanna go out?” Whiskers said, doing a small jazz-hands motion using only one hand. It was a dumb and hilariously them thing to do; but then again, you wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d strode in only wearing a diaper and cape.

“Before I agree to anything,” You started, and Whiskers perked up hopefully; it was so damn adorable and he looked so hopeful and pleading. Damnit, you had to stay strong.

“Yeah?” Whiskers asked, and you realized you’d drawn out your silence for long enough. They were blushing bright red, and they looked so nervous and excited.

You knew it would be impossible to deny them, but first-

“You’ve gotta tell me your name.”

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Meeting You Again

Masterlist

Today was a big day; you were going to meet, or remeet, Veronica’s girlfriend. She apparently was a woman without powers, but the fear of the Phoenix’s wraith was enough to keep villains away.

You three were going out to a fancy restaurant on the pier for dinner; formal attire only, so you temporarily had to take off your favorite yellow scarf and throw on the loose mockery of a suit. It was uncomfortable but you looked good at least.

You called a taxi and spent the ride getting mocked by Veronica through text for not calling a more reasonably priced Uber. You responded with fiery remarks about her wanting this to be a fancy night, and if she wanted you guys to have a modern outing she wouldn’t have called for formal attire.

It was lightly showering outside, and by the time you arrived at the pier the rain had already stopped. You tipped the driver and made your way to the restaurant; some place called The Champagne Grill, which served both steak and wine so refined you could see God after a few sips.

Veronica was waiting outside, wearing a red cocktail dress and black flats. Her usually messy black hair was put into a graceful ponytail, and her makeup was done with much more care then normal.

Beside her was a tall - about 6′7, she completely towered over you - woman. She had long, straight black hair and startling emerald eyes. She wore a silky, long dark blue dress and black heels. She looked like she was a kind woman who’d broken two years ago and now was living off caffeine and spite.

“Duncan! Perfect timing much, we just arrived,” Veronica rambled and grabbed your arm. “Now I know you two have already met, but lemme introduce you again; this is Rayna, the light of my life.” Her voice was full of awe and passion, and you were suddenly uncertain about agreeing to third-wheel on what was obviously a date.

“Nice to meet you,” You said awkwardly and extended your arm for her to shake your hand. She took your hand, and you were surprised at how sweaty her palms were; maybe she was nervous, but she had a really good poker face.

“Nice to see you, Duncan,” She responded curtly and pulled away. You watched her walk inside, and you followed behind quietly.

“Stop looking like a kicked puppy,” Veronica hissed in your ear as she walked by, and you stared at her for a few moments as she brushed past you and very casually and very loudly began chatting with the staff.

You zoned out for a couple minutes and just trailed behind Veronica and Rayna. You looked around at the scenery; the general palette was dark reds contrasting striking deep purples and pinks. There was an actual fountain in the middle of the restaurant, but you were only able to see it for a couple moments before being dragged to the back of the restaurant, where all three of you had a booth with a window overlooking the dark, rowdy sea.

You sat next to Rayna, and Veronica sat across from you, the entire seat to herself.

You picked up a menu and started browsing the food; there were various types of meat that you couldn’t differentiate between, and enough alcohol to kill a man.

Time seemed to fly - you decided to pick something randomly and order the strongest drink on the menu - and soon there was a short waiter with amber eyes approaching them.

The waiter seemed to get more and more disappointed and annoyed as he approached, and Veronica’s smile grew strained. Rayna still had a bored, vaguely annoyed poker face on.

“Hi, can I take your order?” The waiter asked, forcing a chipper smile. You noticed two of his teeth were oddly longer then the others, and you realized this must be a mutant.

Mutants were like superheroes, only their powers didn’t come from a supernatural force; they were entirely physical, and not in a transformation sense. They could become heroes or villains, but they had a rougher time in the game because of their natural disadvantage-

You really had to stop spending so much time listening to Veronica, you didn’t need to flashback and remember all of that.

“Of course! I’ll take the filet mignon,” Veronica said, trying to act just as happy as the waiter. You could see through her lies easily though.

Something had gone on that they weren’t telling you about, but you weren’t about to ruin Veronica’s date to find out. You’d grill her for information later, or maybe catch that waiter...

“I’ll have the steak, medium rare,” Rayna answered, not bothering to look up from her menu.

“I meant your appetizers, unless you want to skip it?” The waiter continued. “And will you three be wanting any drinks?”

Veronica’s entire face fell with embarrassment, and you could see the smugness on the waiter’s face.

“The strongest brew you have for all of us,” You answered with a sigh. This was going to be a long fucking night.

Other then the first fuckup, everything went off without a hitch; though you didn’t see that first waiter again, and he was replaced by a cheery asian woman.

Soon, intoxicated and still giggling over a joke Veronica cracked, you three all piled into an Uber and Veronica commanded them to take you all back to your home.

You were completely fine with not going home alone being driven by a weird dude.

You made it back home easily, and you waved your goodbyes before going inside. You immediately collapsed on the couch, warmth from the alcohol still coursing through your veins.

As you fell asleep, you felt confident in your ability to take on whatever dumb thing was going to happen next.

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Meeting You Again

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five (Intermission)

Part Six [Here]

You were going to meet the League’s agent; some person named Taylor, who’s hero name was apparently Wildflame. Didn’t ring any bells, but nothing really rung any bells with you anymore.

Veronica was excited though, so you hoped you wouldn’t have to do any talking to this agent. She warned you that Taylor would probably want to know about your condition though, so you mentally prepared for that.

You arrived at the meeting place; the quaint cafe you saw yesterday on your way home. Taylor was... Not intimidating in the slightest; though they definitely had a look going. Fiery hair dyed in autumn colors and amber eyes to boot, as well as official League clothes dyed in a dull reddish-orange. They held a small notebook and were already scribbling away when you arrived.

“You must be Taylor! Its so nice to meet you.” Veronica chirped as she sat down across the League grunt. They’d claimed a booth near the window, which had a nice view of the street. It was mildly rainy today, so you were glad you were inside rather then running around aimlessly.

“Mhm.” Taylor hummed boredly. “You must be Phoenix. and that’s-?” They ended their statement questioningly as their amber eyes burnt a hole through your chest. Figuratively of course.

“Duncan, he’s the hero Nemesis, er, wiped the memory of.” Veronica’s voice wavered for a second before bouncing back again. You’d never seen her this irritatingly cheerful; but you supposed you both wanted the League to think the heroes here weren’t all jerks.

“Alright.” Taylor responded, and broke their gaze to start writing something down. You sat down next to Veronica, discomfort coursing through your chest.

“Are there any villains threatening the city that will require the League’s help to take down?” Taylor asked, voice drawling and disinterested. You weren’t sure why; they must be traveling all over the world, checking on any large congregation of life and making sure no supervillains were hiding and plotting. It didn’t sound like a boring job.

“Nope, we’ve got it all handled here!” Veronica answered cheerfully. “The memorywipe was the biggest scare, and as you can see they haven’t taken over the city yet.”

You could tell that she wanted this checkup over; they had come out of nowhere, suddenly moving up the date from a couple weeks away to today.

“Mhhm, understood. Still, I am required to tell you that a League representative will be moving to the city soon. If there are any more incidents, you will have to talk to them about it.” Taylor ended abruptly before standing up suddenly. Their amber eyes glittered and they looked troubled.

They looked down at you, and you stared back for a few moments before they broke away.

“I have to go.” They politely informed before striding out of the cafe. A chubby, kind waitress noticed them leaving and trotted up to us.

“So, are you two picking up the tab?” She asked, a smile on her face. You weren’t sure if it was faked by the way she was obviously checking out Veronica.

You sighed and pulled out your wallet, wanting to exit the cafe before you had to remind Veronica she already had a girlfriend.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Their voice rung out and you winced before nodding furiously.

“Yes, of course I’m sure! Wildflame arrived today, way ahead of schedule; and they said a League member was moving into the city. I think they’re-” You tried to say, but they cut you off with an angry bellow.

“I don’t pay you to think, I pay you to spy; you’ve done your job, so get out of my sight!” They bellowed, and you cowered back. You glanced at them one last time before hurrying out of the room.

You didn’t want to risk their wraith; they might’ve taken you in and saved you from a life of petty crime, but they were still easy to anger and dangerous when they got worked up.

And you could tell that the news of a League member moving in was definitely sending them into a rage.

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MYA: Abilities and Strategies

A simplified guide to our current protagonists and antagonists abilities and codenames, as well as basic strategies for fighting them.

Provided by the League

Duncan [no codename]: Able to store excess energy and use it to manipulate their physical form. If focused enough, is able to withstand bullets or break down a solid brick wall.

Best strategy is use loud music to distract them and trap them in a metal room/cage. It is unadvisable to fight against them in close-range. Recently was given amnesia by a villain, so [CLASSIFIED

Unknown name [Nemesis]: Able to create illusions of themselves and other objects; power can be used creatively to mess with perception and make themselves appear faster then normal. Secondary power is [CLASSIFIED]

Best strategy is knocking them out before they can do any damage. Do not let them pick a time or place for the fight. Almost impossible to disorientate or confuse, be very careful when executing sneak attacks.

Veronica [The Phoenix]: Able to create and manipulate flame. Creation is limited to 1 inch above her palms. Cannot be burned by any flame externally, but can be burnt from the inside out.

Best strategy is use long-distance weaponry to take them down. Be careful to not leave any flammable objects near her, as she may set them on fire. Bring flame-proof clothes, and shaven heads are advised.

Travis [Manticore]: Venomous; can transmit poison through naturally elongated canines on the top of his upper jaw.

Best strategy is simply tricking them into a trap. Be careful to not use anybody important as bait, and never take anything from them; any object they come into contact with may be poisoned. Be cautious and always wear protective gear when going into a close-range fight with them.

Nessie [Alley Cat]: Supernaturally enhances strength of powers around them. Works well in favor of both heroes and villains.

Best strategy is knocking her out and keeping her away from any other villains. Other villains may attempt to rescue her, be careful of their attacks. She is no threat on her own, but it is necessary to subdue her before attempting to fight any other villains.

Ronni [Silver Scales]: Silver bulletproof scales cover his chest, arms and thighs. Only useful for defense.

Best strategy is using long-ranged weaponry and aiming for the parts without scales. Do not shoot any of the scales, because the bullets may ricochet. Do not be afraid of their bolster, they are untrained.