My Hero «Lab Rats Imagines» (✓)

Not so evil〔Marcus Davenport〕

You were in love. With someone everyone, you knew dispised. You were in love with Marcus Davenport. The same Marcus who tried to kill your best friend Bree and her whole family. But you couldn't help it. He was just so amazing. He was tall pale, with perfect brown side-swept hair. He had small freckles along his cheeks, and always did a cute eyebrow lift.

But there was one thing that had stopped you from asking him out. The fact that he was evil, and well the fact that he had been blown into smithereens well at least that's what you thought as you relaxed on the Davenport's couch.

Before you had found out that Marcus was evil ha had told you that he liked. He told you that he couldn't be with you because of a minor technicality.

You would have never guessed that the technicality had been that he was an evil android. But for some reason even though you knew the truth you still couldn't help but wish that he was still here.

Bree came upstairs from the lab, throwing herself onto the couch beside you reaching for your bowl of popcorn. Yeah, you liked to make yourself comfortable when you were at the Davenport estate.

"(Y/N)!" Mr. Davenport, called heading up the stairs, with a grin on his face.

"Yeah?" You called looking towards your only father figure since you were an orphan.

"I have a surprise for you!" He said grinning broadly.

"What is it?" You asked sitting up straighter, on the couch.

"Well, I rebuilt Marcus, and reprogrammed him to be good! But I didn't remove any memories, of you, and I made sure I kept his old feelings for you. So without further ado- Marcus come out here!" Mr. Davenport said happily, motioning for someone to head up the stairs.

Wait did he say, Marcus? Of course, he didn't. You weren't crazy (Y/N). Buty then your heart stopped a the one and only guy that had ever stolen your heart showed up at the top of the stairs. Marcus Davenport in all of his glory.

"Marcus!" You called out helplessly running towards, the boy in shock.

Marcus looked amazing as always, in black skinny jeans a white t-shirt, and a black flannel shirt with the sleeves pulled up to the elbows. He was wearing his black army boots, with a grin on his face to match.

You quickly jumped into his open arms, as he squeezed you tightly. He smiled down at you as you looked him in the eye. He kissed your forehead, as you blushed brightly.

"You're really not so evil." You said standing up on your tippy-toes connecting your lips to his.

God, you missed Marcus so much.

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