The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

Massacre And Cuddles (Pete White x Reader)

AN: This is an excerpt from my Real World Reader x Pete White on my AO3 (A Second Chance At Life).  I'm not sure if I'll be cross-posting that fanfiction quite yet, so instead I'm shoving a cute little aspect of it into my oneshot collection.

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Finding yourself at the Venture Compound, you ended up armed with your gun and hand to hand combat skills, fighting against your own arch enemy and the Monarch at the same time. It was a little overkill for your arch enemy to have so many henchmen at his disposal, where you were a singular person. Billy and Pete were hidden inside the panic room with the Venture boys and Doctor Venture, much to your relief.

You took the opposite side as Brock Samson, fighting off goons left and right. Now you were definitely happy that you had opted to learn how to use your odd gun that you had purchased at the tag sale, and were armed with a knife that Brock was kind enough to lend. Between cutting Monarch's henchmen and Y/E/N's henchmen, the only difference that you were even seeing by this point was the fact that Y/E/N's henchmen did not have yellow in their color pattern.

Blood was splattered everywhere, but your adrenaline on high was keeping you going. More than a few times, Brock Sampson had saved your ass, but once or twice you had managed to get his back as well. The two of you were admittedly making a good team, though his strength outranked you in every way. Your only advantages included agility and the fact that you would use a gun.

"You may have won this time, but the next you won't be nearly as lucky, my darling," you heard Y/E/N's booming voice ring out on his intercom, agitation clear in his voice. The Monarch had said something similar to the same, practically at the same time, about Doctor Venture.

You glanced to Brock and he gave you a reassuring smirk as he glanced back at you. "First massacre?" He joked to you, pointing to the fact that you were practically soaked in blood.

You chuckled back at him, saying, "First time killing."

"Uh, you're one good rookie," he said, a little shocked and stretching out the 'uh' as he spoke.

"Thank you, and I appreciate you saving my ass," you said sheepishly, the two of you walking back to the compounds as the flying ships were finally fully departed. Part of you had admittedly relished in getting your stress out on all those henchmen, though if anyone was taking credit for those kills, it would be Brock. You wiped his blade off on a cleaner part of your pants before attempting to hand it back to him.

He held his palm out vertically and shook his head. "You keep it," he said kindly in his deep voice. "How did you even get an arch enemy like that?"

Your lips curled into a frown before you said, "That's the man that killed me in the other world. My daughter's father."

"Ohh," he said in an awkward tone. "Ex's are a pain."

You chuckled, "Indeed."

The two of you walked through the Venture Compound after Brock had already let Doctor Venture know that everything was safe. You were bleeding a little bit from some slashes on your shoulder, but you could not wait to just get cleaned up and out of the bloody clothes. They were torn to shreds as is with how many henchmen the two of you had to fight off as a two person team. Looking at Brock, it looked like he just stood back and watched with a little bit of blood dabbed on him in the end compared to the mess you were.

As you were coming down from your adrenaline high, you were getting a little dizzy, but you tried to fight it as much as you could. Your adorable albino and your shorter friend greeted you with concerned looks.

"Did you throw yourself through a fucking shredder?" Pete asked in a sarcastic tone, though his eyes showed genuine concern.

You fought off the spinning feeling in your head, giving him a soft, reassuring smile. "Respectively, yes," you said with sarcasm dripping from your words. "Most of the blood isn't mine."