The Smartest Villains Are The Most Dangerous || Byler ||

5 - Sleeper

THIRD PERSON POV:

At ten o'clock at night, Mike was completing his homework. The only light in his room was the lamp on his desk, and the only sound was the fan above his head and the scratch scratch of his pencil on paper.

"Hey, Mike," Steve says, walking into the room. "Your mother requests your presence."

Mike looks up and blinks in confusion. His mother never wants to see him. What was going on? He sets his pencil down and stands up. "Okay," He says. "Why?"

"I don't know," Steve says shrugging.

The younger gives him an unimpressed look as he follows Steve out of his room and downstairs to his mother's study. When he enters, he looks around. He hasn't been in this room since he was very young.

"Micheal," His mother says as a greeting. Mike tenses up under her gaze, wanting to look as presentable as possible. "How have you been?"

Mike blinks a few more times in confusion. The question sent him reeling. "H-How have I been?" He repeats. Karen narrows her eyes and nods. "Um, good. Yeah, g-good."

"Your grades?" Karen questions, raising one eyebrow.

"Fine," Mike says, not making eye contact for fear of seeing some sort of disappointment in her eyes. Which was a funny feeling, they were having a conversation, weren't they? "My tutors and teachers are really good."

Karen hums in thought. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. "I'm scheduled to release a new fashion line very soon," She says. "You'll be the main model."

"Of course," Mike says. He couldn't disagree, it was his job as her son.

A ringing sound from Karen's phone made her look away. "I must leave," She says. "I have an appointment. Make sure you keep your good grades, remember our deal."

Get good grades or no school. Yeah, Mike remembers. Karen leaves the room without a second glance at him, and his shoulders relax.

"Okay, is your homework done?" Steve questions. Mike shrugs. "Once it's done we have an appointment with your photographer for the next shoot tomorrow."

"This late at night?" Mike says, holding back a groan.

Steve nods, and opens the door for Mike to leave. The ravenette sighs and walks out, before looking up at the large open ceiling in confusion. There was a window roof for this waiting room, and small gold sparkles were floating in the air.

"What are these?" Mike questions, moving his hand through the air to touch one of them. But his eyes droop and suddenly-- woah. He can barely keep his eyes open. "..ste..ve..?"

"Mike?" Steve questions. Mike sways and falls forward. "Mike!"

Steve catches Mike before he can fall to the floor, but Mike is already completely out.

"Security!" Steve shouts out as he covers his nose and mouth, but it was unnecessary. The glitter in the air doesn't affect him.

When the security guards come into the room, one of them collapses to the ground while the rest of them are fine. "What's going on?" One of them questions.

"I'm not sure," Steve says, frowning. "It must be a villain. I'll bring Mr. Wheeler to bed, you all check the cameras."

Once Mike was asleep in his bed, guards were posted outside his room and inside as well, just to make sure he stayed safe.

Nothing was wrong with Mike, he was simply sleeping.

Just sleeping.

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