The greens.

back to you again

"Let's go girls!" The leader yelled ready to zip off with the other two flashes of lime and ocean. Buttercup  got ready to zip off, but then an irregular tall body caught her attention, languidly lying away in the distance, oozing, bleeding and unconscious. Her eyes widened. Butch. 

"WA- WAIT GUYS, WAIT. HE'S HURT." She zipped off to his side and knelt down next to him, shaking his shoulder. Nothing.

"It's fine BC, his brothers will eventually pick him up and he's not bleeding that bad. For a second, she went confused. 

"We're just leaving him here?"

Pink eyes looked her way. "Yes, we can't risk the fact of taking him home, it could be a plan to attack us and there's too many valuable chemicals in the Professor's lab."

"Butters, she's right. Gotta leave him I'm afraid. He's superhuman that blood loss is nothing." Her younger sister softly croaked. Her fist curled in annoyance, it felt wrong to leave him there like a dead body.

"HE'S INJURED! WHY ARE WE LEAVING HIM, IT'S OUR JOB TO PROTECT PEOPLE....even if we don't like them. That's what you two always say." Limes eyes burned against the calm hues of ocean and fuchsia, which did not react and sadly looked in her direction

"Not villains, they're territory we do not mess with. Come along." Scoffing loudly, she stayed knelt on the floor and gazed at his tattered form. Like his brothers would find him. He lived alone. And she's been in his lonely apartment a few times.

"Fine, I'll join you in a bit. I'm just gonna pop in the convenience store on the way back.." 

"Ok be back soon!"

"Bring me back jelly beans! Thanks!" Pink and Blue diluted off into the air. The heroine turned to him, and raked an unsteady hand through his wet scalp of blood. Cringing, she took it out and patted his cheek.

 "Damn, who left you all discombobulated like this?" She whispered, and tore off the bottom of her shirt. Wrapping the material around his head hastily. Who hurt you this bad? Only worried eyes swam over his bleeding sites and his closed eyes. His blood weakly thrumming against his skin. With a puff, she rested a palm on his neck trying to find a pulse. Thank god, it was weakly bouncing against her fingers. Poor abs, she weakly thought, all scarred and bruised. That was a shame. Quickly dabbing the blood off of his face, she examined his body for any more brutal injuries and proceeded to loop his heavy limb over her shoulders. I'm only doing this since you helped me too. Nothing more. Nothing less. It means nothing. 

Regardless of that she mauled his heavy body over her and zipped off to his place. Buttercup mentally evaluated Butch's muscle count because why on earth did he weigh like a car? After she wedged his door open somehow, she put him to bed  and stayed sat next to him on his bed, her own eyes drifting to sleep. Buttercup quickly did the basics of cleansing his wounds, which were much more than hers, and contemplated whether she should go make him food. She was good at it after all.  A hand curled around her waist as she was sat there against him. Getting startled, the puff's eyes widened in alarm, slow heat rising to her cheeks. Calm down, you can punch him later for that. One hand sleepily rested on his forearm while the other got lost in his soft spikes of cruellest dire. It was just her returning the gesture. Intricately, she examined his face as it crumbled and relaxed at the motion of her fingers weaving through his raven strands. 

Ok so, he didn't look that bad. His face was slightly bloodied and swollen, but when has he not ever looked like that? He had a nice jaw she guessed, it reminded her of that typical model jaw. The chiselled angling. He also had the nice and ripped abs that any typical model would and- 

She should not be thinking of this.  Buttercup pouted and looked away, feeling slightly cold in her now crop top shirt which she previously ripped off to stop Butch's head injury blood.  She should just wait for a bit till he wakes up.

A few hours later, when Butch crinkled his mossy eyes open, he just didn't expect to find her cutely curled up next to him, snoring away.

"Ayo, did I get laid?" A slow smirk was forming onto his face when he realised the arm he had hooked onto was a smooth bare hip. Eyes slightly crunched in pain at his head ache before he let them slither up to the figure's slender body and inky locks.  Why did she look familiar. What chick did he bring home? "What the hell?" He hissed, his mouth scowling. What's she doing here? Once Butch came to his senses, that no this is not some random hot lady he pulled for the night, and it's actually his counterpart, he immediately scooted away from her. Emerald beady eyes still occasionally falling to her abs. The poor excuse of a shirt that looked ripped. 

"What in the...did she start stripping or something."

Out of no where, she immediately sat up, bolting up to glare at him. Messy strands fell into her face as one hand swiped them out of the way. Her signature scowl forming. "For your information, why on earth would I ever do that. Second, why would I do that to you out of all people? And third, I'm trynna sleep but your stupid verbal evaluation is polluting my eardrums." 

"Come on Cup' let's be real you'd drop down for me any day." 

"Let's be real, you could never pull a real one. Also the other part of my shirt is on your head actually." 

Butch's hand instantly touched upon his pained head, and gingerly assessed the damage. 

"Oh.. did you finally beat me?" Butch slowly grinned, his face morphing in pride.

"Who says you always win?! it's a tie each time. And no, I found you unconscious on the road."

"Oooh, kidnapping me now are you? You care too much."

"No, I'm a superhero, it's my job." 

Butch leaned onto his arms, and intently locked eyes with her while raising a brow. Buttercup sat up a bit straight, rubbing one arm. His stares were always eerily soul creepy.

"Helping and caring for me longer than necessary is your job? Hun, you could have ditched me for all I cared. This ain't gonna anything. It's not gonna make me be nicer to you."

"That wasn't the point. I guess I'll go then. A thank you would have been nice. Not everyone is willing to help out a pathetic unwanted villain." She whispered bitterly, and shoved his pillow away from her. Her lime streak being the only thing left to fade away in the distance.

A pathetic unwanted villain. Butch didn't know why that had his chest churning in anger and sadness. His apartment was back to being as remorseful and bitter as him. All...lonely now.

As his eyes lazily fluttered, on a table nearby, a bowl of hot steaming noodles lay. A drink and a small cake set beside it.

Butch's gut screeched at him again in a foreign emotion. A low gut feeling wanting her to come back. But his brain didn't want her back. 

Not everyone has the time and effort to make a pathetic unwanted villain food.