You were going at intense speeds, driving down the highway on your motorcycle with your girlfriend right behind you. Together, you two were Creati and Destro, literally gods of creation and destruction. Well...not actually gods, it was just an empath that you loved to roll with and-
Yaoyorozu: (Y/N)! The road!
(Y/N): I know, I know!
Yeah. That. You could get lost in your own thoughts from time to time. It was no big deal. Regardless, you sped up, trying to go after the villains going down the street. You reeved the engine and went even faster down the street. You skitted around a few cars, popped a wheelie, and finally caught up to the truck in question. You glanced back to your girlfriend and nodded at her. She nodded back and leapt forward and onto the back doors of the truck. She created a lock pick and unlatched the back door.
You smiled as you heard a few punches here and there. You shook your head and continued to drive forward. You threw a punch and broke the glass at the driver's seat and grabbed the driver. You pushed the driver back and elbowed them in the neck.
(Y/N): Creati! BAIL!!
You heard the sound of a door being shot open and glanced back to see her jump out from the back. You smirked and reached forward and grabbed the wheel. The villain in the passenger seat took out a knife and stabbed your hand. You winced a little but turned the wheel enough to get the car to flip itself.
The car flipped over along the road and you got the robbers onto the ground with cuffs around them all. You dusted your hands off as Yaoyorozu landed next to you and offered you a smile. You returned it with a wink as the cops rolled up.
Before you could greet them, Yaoyorozu grabbed your arm to stop you.
Yaoyorozu: (Y/N), are you ok? You moving that fast means that-
(Y/N): I know. Just a little dizzy. I'll be fine, Sweetie. Besides, if I crash here, it gives you an excuse to leave me.
Yaoyorozu slapped your arm and looked somewhat upset. Well, upset as she could get.
(Y/N): Just saying. I don't deserve you.
Yaoyorozu: You've been saying that for years now. Stop it.
(Y/N): Never.
You both walked over to talk with the police and file your quick report before you both bolted off around seven blocks back to the car that you parked in an alleyway. Once you got inside the car, you began panting and getting somewhat dizzy. Yaoyorozu sat down next to you and looked at you with concern, but was easily able to deduce what was wrong with you. You felt her push your back forward and she slightly rubbed it.
(Y/N): Yaoyorozu, I know exactly what you are about to-
She karate-chopped you on the neck and knocked you out. When you came to, you were on the couch in your home with two pillows behind your head and the smell of hot soup in the air. You slowly began to sit up and groaned in pain a bit. You looked over and saw that Yaoyorozu had a plate of hot food walking towards you in the living room. You grabbed the back of your neck and groaned out a little.
(Y/N): Was that really necessary?
Yaoyorozu: To make sure you stop saying those terrible things, yes. Yes, it was.
You rolled your eyes and smiled at her. You shifted yourself to give her some space on the couch as well. You tried to reach out to grab the spoon for your soup but she beat you to it and took some and held it up to your head.
(Y/N): Yaoyorozu. I'm not a baby.
Yaoyorozu: You still drained yourself. I'm just trying to help.
