The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Not Aliens (Henchman 24 x Reader)

Why Hank and Dermott woke you up in the middle of the night, talking quickly about how the Venture Compound had aliens or something was beyond you. Sneaking around with the two younger boys, you could not help but think about how absolutely silly this was. If these boys wanted to go on a silly late night adventure, they should have woken Dean up, not you.

Unfortunately for you, there was movement around the compound. You thought about contacting Brock in case there was actual trouble, but Hank had already told you that he was not answering his communicator. No one was, apparently, despite you. A grimace crossed your face as you followed the boys.

"You know, if it's anything I can't handle, we're all screwed, right?" You said with a little concern in your voice, making sure to whisper in case someone was trying to overhear. "I'm definitely not Brock."

Dermott seemed to laugh at your worried tone, before giving a confident look back at you. "We've got this!" He said confidently. "I have a lighter up my ass if they try to probe me."

You rolled your eyes, before suddenly you could hear someone coming up behind the three of you. The two boys ended up veering off to the left, while you seemed to allow fight or flight to take over, heading to the right quickly. It seemed like you were running forever before you were taken to the ground, someone jumping on top of you. They pinned you by sitting on your ass rather uncomfortably, before you heard a semi-familiar voice say, "You're not Hank or Dean."

"Why the hell would you even think I am?" You muttered out, still uncomfortably positioned under the man. You had to push yourself up with your arms, squeezing yourself out from under the man while he was confused, before taking the opportunity to pin him down to his back, your knife at his throat. "Of course you're one of Monarch's."

"Oh, crap!" The henchman muttered out in a panic, practically frozen still under your blade. "You're Y/N!"

You couldn't help but chuckle, finally recognizing the voice entirely by now. It was, without a shadow of a doubt, Henchman 24. Though you were never told his name, he seemed to be one of the very few Henchman that was smart enough to run the hell away from Brock each time he went on a henchmen killing spree in the compound. "And you're 24," you said with a light smirk. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Arching, duh," the man replied, and you gave him a bored look in return. Of course he had been there for an arching, though it seemed like the Monarch was nowhere in sight. For that matter, as you glanced over to the boys, they were currently fighting off who you could only assume was 21, since you had 24 in your grasp. "You're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"Hmm," you said, pretending to think about it. "What can I possibly get from not killing you?"

"I barely even make minimum wage," he said sheepishly, causing you to roll your eyes. Unlike your father, you did not really care about being rich, or having nice things. You were in your early twenties, and you were interested in getting the hell out of the life your father instilled upon you. Instead, you were being trained by Brock Sampson in the art of self defense.

"Let me see what you look like," you said after a minute of genuinely thinking about what you wanted from the man. He sounded adorable, if you were to be completely honest. Part of you was curious to see if he really was as cute as he sounded. Tall and slender, almost lanky built, you could only imagine how his face was.

"Uh, are you serious?" 24 asked, confused.

You nodded, smirking. "I won't kill you if you show me your face, and you know, don't try anything funny," you said confidently. The man almost looked concerned to show you, his cheeks reddening with blush. You moved your knife a little bit as he reached up to remove his hooded mask.

When he moved his mask, your eyes took in his look. His hair was a deep black, while his eyes were a soft blue. On his cheeks, he still had a decent tint of blush from embarrassment, feeling like he was being watched under the microscope of your eyes. "Happy?" He said, un-amused and a little embarrassed.

"Yeah," you said, moving your blade and allowing him to stand next to you. "You're actually really handsome."

He sheepishly brought a hand behind his head as he looked down, his cheeks reddening more. "You're just saying that," he muttered out, possibly trying to convince himself of this. 24 was a nerd, much like his companion 21, and he never got the chance to be around a girl despite Doctor Girlfriend. Because of this, he had not really been complimented by a girl since he was about sixteen. "And you're not going to kill me if I tell you I think you're hot, right?"

You laughed softly, a smile tugging across your lips. Feeling your cheeks heat with blush, you shook your head. "It sucks you work for my dad's arch enemy," you said sheepishly. "But, hey, if you don't have a curfew with your leader or whatever, we could ditch my brother and his friend to go watch a movie."

"You're kidding me, right?" He said, trying to stifle his laughter. "I'm supposed to be your enemy."

You shrugged, still smiling. "My father's enemy, maybe, but I'm not really into the whole super science thing," you said softly. "I've been taking online classes for game design."

"Hey, 21, don't wait up!" He called over to his fellow henchman, waving at him before heading back with you to the Venture Compound.

"He just used the sleeping darts on them, right?" You said, glancing back to see that your brother and his friend were both passed out on the front lawn before continuing to walk with him.

24 smiled, glancing down at you, saying, "Yeah, they'll be fine in a few hours."

The two of you snuck into your room, turning on the newest Star Trek movie. He had actually calmed down, to the point of comfort with you when he realized that you were not going to kill him. For that matter, he kept the hood of his outfit down as the two of you watched the movie. Sitting on your bed against the frame, you eventually felt him move his arm inconspicuously around you. You could not help but blush as he did so, moving so you were leaned up against him as the two of you continued watching the movie.

Once the end credits rolled, he said, "I should probably head back before 21 kills me, or the Monarch realizes I haven't come back."

You frowned, but nodded. "Yeah, I don't want you getting in trouble," you said with a soft chuckle. "And my dad may have a fucking conniption if he found out."

The two of you got up, you going to eject the movie while he was getting ready to go. "Is this like a one time thing, or?" He asked awkwardly, blush once again coloring his face as he asked. While he stood, you could see his blue eyes staring at you, while his fingers fiddled with themselves.

"I don't want it to be," you said sheepishly. "Are you allowed to have a phone?" It would be an awkward question to just about anyone else, but you could not help but ask it. You were not sure how the whole henchman thing worked, after all. Since you were older than your brothers, you had managed to make the money to get yourself an actual cell phone.

He brought his cell phone looking communicator out and took your number down. The process was relatively quick, because it was already late after all. Once he was getting ready to leave, you leaned upward and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before waving goodbye to him. Though you knew he was supposed to be your enemy, you could not wait to see him again. 

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