The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Blue Morpho After Party (Watch x Reader x Ward)

"Uh, no!" Sargent Hatred exclaimed as he watched you and your team walk by, following behind some of the Guild of Calamitous Intent.  "Stop right there!" You allowed your eyes to trail over to the man, though you continued walking on your way. A gentle smirk played upon your lips as you walked, trying desperately not to laugh at the body guard's shitty attempts to stop heros, villains, and all the lot. 

You were a part of an organization in between the two, the leader of it, for that matter.  Behind you followed two of your most trusted allies. All three organizations had one purpose tonight, and that purpose was to stop the Blue Morpho.  It was kind of sad, really, that a man with a butterfly name was on top of everyone's wanted list. The man was supposed to be dead, after all, and was off killing villains to make everyone's job harder.  

You walked through with your coworkers, before allowing them to branch off to their stations to help the Guild of Calamitous Intent.  Though your little organization was just that, little, the Guild and OSI both saw you as a little partition that kept a balance between the two of them.  It was not hard to gain the respect of both, and Hunter gave you a shitty half smile as you walked further into the room.  

Returning it with a gentle, acknowledging nod, you scanned the room with your eyes.  One of your workers had taken details from an OSI agent, while the other was dealing with the Guild of Calamitous Intent.  That left you to check in with Dr. Mrs. The Monarch, and Hunter himself. With the glance he had given you, you knew it was time to set up camp near the Guild of Calamitous Intent.  As you sat beside him, you could hear a discomforting voice beside you.  

The voice beside you was no other than the target everyone was currently using as bait.  "Isn't life funny," he said, trying to act fancy with a glass of red wine swirling in his hand, while the other swirled around in emphasis.  "Me, a handsome billionaire play-." 

"In all due respect, no," you said, taking a sideways glance over at the man, your eyes clear that you meant business.  

"Maybe you were drawn here," he tried to continue, ignoring your warning glare as you shrunk a little closer to Dr. Mrs. The Monarch.  "To me." 

You took a glance over at her, your eyes assessing how she felt about the situation.  Though you could be a bit of a hardass, that was precisely the reason you did not act.  "Um, we need the civilians out of here!" She called out, much to your relief. There were quite a few to get rid of, ironically, where Billy Quizboy and Pete White were also present.  Hank and Dean Venture were somewhere in the apartment as well, and you would feel much more at ease once they were all out.  

Tonight, you would be face to face with Red Death, using him specifically as bait for the Blue Morpho.  Doctor Venture was the bait for Red Death, while the stupid butterfly man was your target. You were almost already bored of the whole situation, before it started getting heated up.  One of the OSI agents was giving a status on Red Death, while Phantom Limb was thrown out of sorts with the idea of the OSI tracking the Guild.  

"Men, please," you said, clearing your throat and standing up straight.  Your voice was authoritative as you spoke to them, freezing Phantom Limb in his tracks.  "We're all here for one reason, and that reason is Blue Morpho. Everyone needs to get along for this little fucking tea party." 

Thankfully, they had all managed to calm down, Phantom Limb and Hunter being the most begrudging of them all.  You gave Hunter an understanding half smile, and went back to sit next to Dr. Mrs. The Monarch. "How's the married life treating you?" You asked, genuinely curious as you glanced over to the black haired woman.  

She bit her lip gently, before allowing a half smile to form on her face.  "A little strained, but I wouldn't trade him for the world," she said in a hushed tone, making sure no one could possibly hear the two of you.  "Any prospects on your end?"