Captain Man x Reader | Danger Force Reader Insert: SEASON 1

Episode 7: Chapa's Crush (SMUT)

~Nacho Ball...the close one~

Of all her days of fighting crime, Miss Danger would not remember this one with a golden reverence.

She'd never been so humiliated in what should've been just another call-out. Another day at the office, if the office was the big, wide world, filled with criminals and villains who needed a good hiding. It wasn't like this job was anything complicated or unique - merely a bust-up about some lowlife burglar, so she, Ray, and Danger Force headed to the Nacho Ball at the foot of Mount Swellview.

Just the location was a bad omen.

No one liked that Nacho Ball, not even her doofus, who wasn't fussed about where his Mexican-based cuisine came from. He usually didn't care if the staff were useless, if the food was questionably out-of-date, if the toilets were cleaned, or if the city's scum liked to hang out in the car park.

But this joint...God, it was like a nuclear-hit cesspit.

But, ever the heroic do-gooders they were, the team went to the godforsaken flytip, gritting their teeth and trying not to puke when the oily, unclean stench hit their noses. All they had to do was go in, take care of the robber, and get out. It sounded so simple...so why wasn't it?

"Put the balls in the bag!" An obnoxious voice demanded, drawing a deep growl from Ray across the restaurant. He and his beloved wife glared at their enemy as he coolly stood at the counter, throwing commands around since he had the space, time, and nerve to do so.

He wasn't anyone special, not on the same level as Doctor Minyak or The Toddler. Still, Takeout, as he liked to be known, had done the impossible. He'd bested the greatest superheroes in town.

Of course, Captain Man and Miss Danger would've loved to drag him out by the ridiculous paper bag he wore to mask his identity, but they couldn't. Literally, they couldn't move, fight, or retreat, sitting in goddamn trash cans of all things while he raided a free meal from the poor cashier girl.

"I'm putting! Oh, this day is the worst!" Mandy, Swellview's biggest crybaby and most dramatic twenty-something-year-old, whined. Still, she could be excused today - she was in a prickly situation.

That was the most humiliating thing, not that he'd scored an obvious win, but that (y/n) had to endure the foul-smelling goop seeping into her uniform as she squatted in the recycling. It was degrading, and Danger Force was as useful as a chocolate teapot; Mika and Bose were also incapacitated, Miles was God knows where, and Chapa...she might as well not have reported for duty.

"Okay, we might need to take the L on this one..." Ray sighed, punching the walls of his trash can for the fiftieth time, but like before, they were surprisingly sturdy.

Luckily, they could poke their heads out of the holes at the top, but that was the only blessing - he couldn't kiss, embrace, or even touch his sweet girl. Even if their cans were beside one another, it was torture--more than a doofus could bear since she was in a bad mood from their defeat.

"Really, doofus? What gave you that idea?" (y/n) asked dryly, flashing him an uncharacteristic pout as she ignored whatever the concoction was she was sitting in. She just had to get the trash can for liquids - ice cream, soda, coffee, and any other fluid mixing into one gungy mess inside her boots.

It hurt Ray to hear her so bitter and disappointed, thinking he could've done many things differently in their fight with Takeout, not that it mattered now. Still, hope wasn't lost when a quarter of the children roamed freely.

"Don't worry, darlin'. That's what I would say if we didn't have a secret weapon to bust through that window!" He exclaimed, and they expectantly turned to the entrance with optimistic smiles. "AWOL, now!"