S and D Tier: A Small Collection

S and D Tier: Soup and Sniffles

"Achoo!"

The floor shook as the sneeze echoed throughout the secret lair, the electricity flickering and the windows cracking as another bellowed from the study. The S Tier villain groaned as he whipped his nose with a tissue, grumbling to himself at how stuffy his sinuses were as he tossed the rag into the titanium waste bin before looking back over the paperwork. The headache he was fighting off began getting distracting, his eyes blurring from the feeling of what he assumed was a railroad spike getting tapped farther into his skull agonizingly slow as a migraine started to set in. He muffled another sneeze, causing only his room to shake and the bookshelf of trophies behind him shaking.

He barely registered as one of the mementos began to fall until it nearly hit the floor. He looked up to see his casually dressed roommate holding out a hand, keeping the item suspended in the air inches above the ground. A twist in his gut caused him to sit up straighter, eyes narrowing as he sniffled a bit more to at least offer an air of strength and composure.

"Thank you. I really need to get a slip grip pad or something to keep those from moving."

"Or maybe you actually taking care of yourself by resting instead of trying to make plans against whoever it is." His friend said slowly as he came closer and the small glass jar of what he hoped were just gum balls floated back to its original resting place on the shelf. "The henchmen are thinking of going to the Union to complain about an unsafe work environment again with all the earthquakes your causing in the lair."

"Nah, unstable? Yes. Unsafe? Never. This place wouldn't be able to come down easily."

"Yet you are forgetting your a damn supervillain who is able to destroy a group of superheroes without getting so much as a scratch and able to rip the door off most refrigerators unless they are made from a specifically metal you have yet to break."

"Smart ass." The S tier villain grumbled. "It was one time."

"And now I can't open the refrigerator in my apartment without pressing a button and turning a crank." His brown fluffy haired roommate smiled jokingly as he sat down on the metal chair in front of his desk. "Now seriously, you should take a break and get some rest."

"'Ain't no rest for the wicked.' The song at least got that right." He rubbed his fingers against his temples, the pain drilling closer to the back of his eyes by the moment. "And I'm a busy villain, I can't succumb to a damn cold."

"A man as strong as you needs to break before you loose to a cold. And by the way, between you and me, you with all your powers and what I think is more than a cold is gunna slip up. Look at you! You are pale, your eyes look hazy, and your panting!"

"How dare you insinuate I don't know my own body?"

"How dare you act like a pompous superhero with a complex by not taking care of yourself?"

Alex stopped and opened his eyes, narrowing them darkly at his friend. His serpent eyed death glare was being met with a cocky smile and a relaxed and laid back recline. If not for the fact he was in civilian jeans, black bunny slippers, and a red flannel the D tier villain would have looked intimidating. Instead, he looked mocking, concerned, and a tad annoying.

"You dare to compare me to a hero?"

"You're acting like my brother did when he got sick." The man sighed as he leaned forward, greenish grey meeting and holding the gaze of amber fire. "Refusing to stop until it hurts himself or someone innocent. I don't want to see you throw your own progress as a villainous badass and hero killer down the drain like you nearly did when I went on a date with a hero."

"God can we not bring that up? And quiet down. My head feels like a cat's clawing at my brain stem." The man groaned as he grabbed another tissue and blew his nose. "And my nose feels like a clogged drain."