Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

One Shot: Mother Nature

(Ya'll this does not end right so be warned

And Sharon Needles is my husband bye

Also, Farley as Black Widow? More likely than you think.

THIS WAS TWENTY ONE PAGES IN MY NOTEBOOK YIKES

My fav line: "His eyes are as blue as Heaven's light, scaring you more than his devillish grin.")

You listen to the sound of music, tapping the tip of your shoes to the beat. The band is an array of well-dressed percussionists who play with only their ears. The beautiful building was taller than the sky, showing off the richest of the Calore Dynasty. All of the high-class nobles through unnecessary balls in the walls of the place, serving champagne and varied flavors of cheese. They are easy targets, obviously, so you keep your eye over them protectively, waiting for the disguised villain to reveal himself.

"Nothing here seems incorrect," you report into your earpiece. Mare clicks her tongue, watching over the building from the outside. She has her arms ready for the, any second, incoming fight. 

Farley adds, "That's the point of a disguise." She's underground with the other assassins, waiting for any negative signs to reveal herself.

Mare comments, "What do you think he's wearing, a fake mustache and a cubicle?"

A laugh escapes your lips before you scan the crowd again.

"Look for a flamemaker," Farley trails on, "anything a burner would use." She looks at her nails, not knowing what to do as she waits. Kilorn hears her, putting his mouth near her earpiece as she tries to continue talking. "Can't you just get birds to find them? Why are you doing it?"

You sigh, rolling your eyes even though they can't see. You are the stardust known as Mother Nature. When you were first created humans were only mere animalistic idiots storming around. Even though they lay under your hand, they know nothing of you. Now, they grow into toxic god-like creatures you wanted to learn more about. 

You pretend to be human with them, pretending to be a simple mutant. And when the public gave you the name Mother Nature, you adored it more than anything. 

You have the power to control the natural elements of the world; fire, water, air, and earth are all in your hands. You can also speak to animals and bugs, a power you can hardly use in New York City. 

"First of all, no." You continue to watch over the audience. Black curly hair, blue eyes. Black curly hair, blue eyes. "The birds have no idea what to even look for, nevertheless..." your words faint as you make eye contact with a specific fancy-dressed boy, "do they care - hey, wait."

With only the sustained eye contact as a clue, the man turned and began walking in the opposite direction. You ignore the questions of your union while following the man, keeping an eye on his head until it was right in front of you. "Excuse me, s--"

The fire that abruptly interrupted you headed your way, but you curve your body with his shoulder as he whips around. Fire, something you absolutely despise. You raise your hands, grabbing the fire and putting your palms together to smother it immediately. The apocalypse in and out of the building was a faster symbol than you to secure the building. No minions getting in, no Maven getting out.

Your first move is kicking under his chin, knocking down his incomplete rhythm. He swings his fiery fist at you, which you counter with a duck and swipe at his knees. He burns a part of your shoulder but the unexpected jab stumbles him back. This battle is one of many, but somehow it feels different. Maybe it's the fact that his blue eyes manage to never leave yours.