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reunions and opportunities - chapter twelve

gary x fem!reader

both of you didn't get the ideal high school experience it would make sense that you both would be dreading the reunion.

little did you know how many doors would open after that.

ao3 version here - chapters on tumblr are slightly rewritten and restructured.

content warning: fic contains smut in later chapters. discussions of mental health including trauma and potential ptsd (aka gary is traumatized).

chapter twelve

Neither you or Gary got any sort of rest, tossing and turning in your beds until finally the pure exhaustion of the anxiety the two you were experiencing wore you down.

This resulted in Gary having arguably one of the worst fever dreams he has to date - an amalgamation of his worst fears, ranging from the villains he’s killed to being in a classroom with only his underwear.

He woke in a startle, covered in a sheen of cold sweat. Quickly grabbing his phone, Gary winces at the sight of the time, realizing he had overslept on a day where his timing was crucial for the Monarch’s plan.

“How did I oversleep? Fuck!” Gary says, scrambling out of bed as he pushes the sheets off his half naked body.

The burly henchman runs around the empty Monarch residence, pausing a few times out of habit to do a quick sniff test of his body odor, clothes, milk, and finally, 24’s glove. After completing the final step of his ritual to get ready for battle, Gary stares in disbelief as the Morphomobile is nowhere to be found.

“Aw, come on! I told you I was taking the car!” Gary whines in exasperation before sprinting back upstairs, grabbing his Metro pass to begrudgingly take the train.

–

Meanwhile, you let out a tired yawn, picking at the omelet in front of you as you somehow dragged yourself out of bed early enough to make it to brunch with Sirena, hoping the plans would keep your mind off of the revelations from last night.

Clearly it wasn’t working as you hadn’t realized Sirena had finished her story about her most recent escapade with Hank.

“Man, I didn’t think my story was that boring, [Your Name].” Sirena playfully scoffed to which you did not reply to, lost in thought. Sirena sighs, snapping her fingers in front of your face to which you wince.

“Sorry, ‘Rena. I didn’t get the best sleep last night.” You admit, reaching for the strong brewed coffee to try and wake yourself up.

“Mm, I’m not buying it.” Sirena challenged, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Even on two hours of sleep, you don’t space out like this. Also you’ve hardly touched your food and I know it’s not the food, we’ve been going here for years. Something on your mind?”

Before you can attempt to brush it off, the brunette’s eyes narrow pointedly and you let out a defeated groan.

“Alright, alright. Fuck, where do I even begin with this?” You mutter to yourself before taking a deep breath, regaining your composure, “You know that henchman that works for the Monarch I’m dating? Gary?”

“Oh my god, did he break up with you? I swear men these-” You cut Sirena’s rant off with a serious stare, “Okay, sorry for jumping to conclusions. Continue.”

“Sirena, I swear, you can’t tell anyone about this. Not your dad, not Rocco, nobody.” You warn to which Sirena scoffs, “You think I would tell anyone?”

After you give her another deadpan stare, she groans, “Alright, I got a big mouth, I’m Italian! I promise I won’t tell! Now spit it out already!”

Your hand gestures for her to lean forward so you can whisper it into her ear, your eyes darting around carefully before whispering, “He’s working for the Blue Morpho… because the Monarch is the Blue Morpho.”

Sirena pulls back with a loud gasp, “You mean that crazy guy that’s going around killing villains?” She says a bit too loudly.

Your eyes look around in a panic, thankful that the place that you chose was bustling and the amount of noise surrounding you masked Sirena’s exclamation.

“Keep it down, Sirena!” You hiss, covering her mouth before she bats off your hand.

“So… he’s just doing his job pretty much. Isn’t that kind of normal? I know the Blue Morpho is this big bad wolf but he’s just following orders.” Sirena comments with an eyebrow raise, pulling out her phone to check if you smudged her lip gloss.

“I guess that’s true… but he’s been lying to me about it this whole time. That’s the part that hurts the most.” You admit, reaching forward to hand Sirena a napkin to fix her lip gloss.

“I mean you two were trying to keep that you were both in the Guild from each other from the beginning. It’s pretty much the same secret - he just didn’t want you getting involved in it all. He wanted to protect you, [Your Name].” Sirena pointed out, putting her phone down after she wiped away the gloss that had smeared.

“I know he wants to protect me but I don’t want him to feel like he’s all by himself, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.” You admit, “I know why he wants to protect me but I want to do the same for him.”

“Then tell him that. You’re the one that told me that people aren’t mind readers - if you don’t communicate what you’re feeling, that person will never know.” Sirena said, reaching over to give your hand a squeeze.

“And have you been following my advice?” You snicker with a tired smile.

“I’m a work in progress!” Sirena defends herself to which you both burst out laughing in response.

Your banter is suddenly cut off by Sirena’s phone going off.

“What the hell does Rocco want?” Sirena picks up the phone, answering the call.

You watch in amusement as she argues back to his request for her to come back home, demanding she be able to stay out longer. When Rocco does not budge, Sirena rolls her eyes, conceding but starts fighting back that she does not need Rocco to swing by to get her.

“Tell Rocco I’ll drop you off at Tophet Towers on my way back, it’ll get him off your back.” You say to which Sirena grins at your offer, promptly sharing that with the insistent bodyguard who finally backs down.

–

“Oh man, they are wailing on him!” Gary mutters to himself, dressed in a poor disguise of a fake beard and glasses as he sits on a park bench across from Tophet Towers.

Glancing up from his laptop, he sees a vehicle pull up to the high-rise, his eyes going wide as he recognizes it as your car.

“Oh my god, I totally forgot about the brunch!” Gary groans to himself before pausing as he watches you reluctantly hand your keys to the valet service after what looks like some pressure from Sirena.

He watches you disappear into the tall building, biting his lip as he realizes you may be the only solution to getting the Monarch out of there safely.

Before he can think of a possible plan, he jumps at the sound of the pop-up that appears on his laptop. Confused for a brief second, he remembers it as Sheila’s way of calling him and quickly rips off his disguise before typing out the password.

“Be aggressive, be be aggressive” Gary hums to himself before Sheila cuts him off, “Yeah, yeah, I’ve gotten that three times today. Are you with my husband?”

“Technically..” Gary hesitates before Sheila sighs in exasperation, already frustrated on how today’s events are turning out with villains hungry to get back to arching and wishing she hadn’t given you the morning off to get brunch, needing your support. Hence, why she reached out to Gary, her only back-up at this time.

“Head over to Rat Island immediately. Some villains caught the Blue Morpho.” She says before sending Gary the directions and ending the call.

“Oh my god, can today get any worse?” Gary groans to himself, packing up his bag before pausing. He feels conflicted about what his next decision is but he decides to throw caution into the wind, dialing your number as he taps his foot anxiously for you to pick up.

Meanwhile, you followed Sirena up to the penthouse suite, much to your protest as she wanted to get your help with picking out classes for the upcoming semester. Before you enter through the doors, you feel your phone vibrating and freeze as you see Gary’s face flash onto the screen.

“Gimme a sec, ‘Rena. I’ll be with you, just gotta take this.” You say, gesturing for her to go inside so you can have some privacy. Sirena sees the look on your face and doesn’t put up a fight, disappearing behind the doors. You step away, eyeing the two whale lice bodyguards that stand in front of the door carefully so you can get out of earshot.

After several rings and Gary slowly losing hope, you finally pick up, not knowing what to say as you two haven’t spoken since last night.

“Gare, I told you we’d talk-” You finally break the silence, wanting to set a boundary.

“[Your Name], I got your message loud and clear. We’ll talk later but I really need your help with something.” Gary interrupts you frantically, trying to hail a cab to Rat Island.

“Gare, can’t it wait? I’m with Sirena right now at Wide Wale’s place so if it’s about the Blue Morpho stuff, now isn’t the best time for me to talk.” You mutter, glancing over your shoulder, relieved when you see the two knuckleheads talking to each other.

“Actually, it’s perfect timing… see, the Monarch is there, most likely tied up and being wailed on.” Gary blurts out, not having the most eloquent way to phrase it.

You pause, digesting the information that has just been presented to you before trying to hold back a giggle, “Wait, did you just make a whale pun?”

Gary snorts, “No, but that’s a good one, isn’t it?”

“Okay, corny puns aside, how the hell did he end up in this situation? Aren’t you two supposed to be a team, how did he get captured?” You hiss which Gary winces at.

“Well, I might’ve slept in and missed our planned time of attack… thus leaving him completely vulnerable to Wide Wale.” Gary trails off as you let out an exasperated sigh, pinching your nose bridge.

“So you want me to break him out basically?” You mutter, trying to brainstorm in your head already what your plan of attack will be.

“I would worship the ground you walk on if you can, not that I don’t already… I really didn’t want to drag you into this but I have to meet Sheila at Rat Island to cover for him and you’re my only hope.” Gary pleaded, biting his lip, “Plus I know you can kick ass, you almost took me out that one time.”

You smile at his compliment, “Alright, I’ll do it… we still need to talk and I’m mostly doing this so Sheila doesn’t have to come home to her husband in a body bag.”

“Oh sick! You’re the best! I love you!” Gary says in his excitement, covering his mouth as he realizes he’s uttered the three words that you both had not said yet.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.. it just came out-” Gary’s stammering gets cut off by your reply, causing his heart to go pounding out of his chest and his cheeks to heat up.

“I love you too, Gare.” You say simply, a warm smile spreads across your face, “You owe me a night of snuggling and my favorite food for this.”

“As you wish, m’lady.” Gary says fondly before you hang up, focused on your task to find the Monarch.

After helping Sirena with her classes, you quickly excused yourself, saying you were going to the bathroom before leaving Sirena in the living room.

Ruling out a few rooms right away, knowing it would be too obvious to keep him in Wide Wale’s office or the room where the henchmen congregate, you peer around the corner. A few minutes later, Wide Wale walks out of the large doors of the pool room with Rocco, decked out in his uniform, in tow.

That gives you the answer that you need as you wait for them to make their way down the long hallway, seeing them heading back towards Wide Wale’s office.

After hearing their footsteps dissipate and the door close behind them, you open the doors carefully, sneaking into the massive pool room to see the Monarch on the verge of passing out in the chair at the opposite end of the room.

Through his blurry vision, he blinks at the sight of you standing there, almost believing he’s hallucinating at first. However, as you make your way closer to him, he’s able to make out your face and he snaps out of his daze, wriggling in his bindings.

You press your finger against your lips, signaling him for him to stay quiet. Making your way around, you curse under your breath as Rocco had tied his bindings in a method you were unfamiliar with. Wishing you had your knife to cut the rope off, you focus in on trying to untangle the complicated knot.

“[Your Name], did 21 send you?” The Monarch mutters quietly to which you reply sarcastically, “No, Rusty Venture, your archnemesis, sent me. Of course, 21 sent me.”

A bead of sweat begins to form on your forehead as the knot is giving you a harder time than you had anticipated, tugging at rough material. You know that time is ticking and Rocco or Wide Wale could walk through those doors at any moment.

Just as you’re about to loosen the last knot, the Monarch looks back at you in a panic as he whispers, “They’re coming, I can hear someone’s footsteps.”

Panicking, you quickly leave the knot, knowing that there’s no way you can make an escape with the Monarch as he’s on the verge of passing out while Rocco or any of the other henchmen chase you down.

“Stay still, pretend you’re knocked out. When they leave again, I’ll untie it completely and we’ll get the hell out of here.” You whisper in Malcolm’s ear to which he nods, watching you disappear behind one of the massive pillars.

You hear Rocco’s voice as he enters the room, “Looks like Sleeping Beauty is still knocked out.” Hearing his armor rustle as he picks up the walkie talkie to talk to Wide Wale, “He’s still down for the count, boss. Want me to rough him up for you?” There’s a pause before he lets out a chuckle, “Alright, I’ll let you get the next punch.”

Hoping that he walks back through the doors, you curse in your head as he begins to get closer to the Monarch, “Maybe he’d be up for some Mad Libs when he wakes up. Though he doesn’t have much of a choice, now does he?” Rocco remarks to himself, pausing as he sees some of the rope undone as it dangles off Malcolm’s wrists.

His gaze narrows, knowing full well that the rope was completely wrapped around his hands a few minutes ago. He begins to put the pieces together that someone had snuck in, thinking it was possibly Kano, trying to free him.

Rocco grips his harpoon, beginning to scope the area. Behind the pillar, you’re sweating, trying to keep your breath steady as you pray that he doesn’t suspect something is up and leaves.

Your prayers are in vain as Rocco sees a pair of feet and reacts accordingly, rushing behind the pillar and tackling you to the ground.

Expecting a burly man underneath him, Rocco blinks in confusion as the weight beneath him is significantly less and upon hearing a softer groan, he gazes down, cursing as he sees you beneath him, “What the fuck, [Your Name]? The hell are you doing here?”

“Get the fuck off me, Rocco! I’m just visiting Sirena and got lost on the way to the bathroom!” You hiss out an excuse, wriggling underneath his hold which only tightens. He holds you up by the wrists, hoisting you over his shoulder as you thrash around.

Rocco grabs the rope that dangles off his utility belt, seating you next to the Monarch on the ground before tying your wrists in a complex knot.

“Thought you could pull a fast one on me, huh?” Rocco scoffs, his arms crossed over his chest as he towers over you. “I’m not that stupid, [Your Name] - you know this place like the back of your hand. I know you were trying to help this rat escape, only you could get a knot that complicated almost undone!”

“Hey, I’m not a rat!” The Monarch protests, wincing as Rocco looks at him threateningly, raising his fist in the air before slipping behind him to reinforce the knot once again that you were so close to undoing.

“So what if I was? I work for his wife and am dating his henchman so

obviously I’m not just going to leave him here. ” You challenge your ex, “What the hell are you guys trying to accomplish here? Is this all just to punish him because he’s the Blue Morpho because he’s already going to have to answer to the Guild for this!”

“Well, it’s not my story to tell. Mostly cause I don’t remember it all so you’ll have to wait for the boss to tell you all about it.” Rocco shrugs, “At least you got some company now, Monarch. Ciao!” He turns his back, retreating through the doors.

Once he’s gone, you lean your head back, resting against Malcolm’s leg, “Fuck… I’m so sorry, Monarch.”

There’s a pause before the Monarch sighs, gazing down at you, “No, I’m sorry, [Your Name]. I’m sorry you got dragged into this. ”

You stare at him for a second, shocked by his sincere apology as it feels almost out of character. He feels embarrassed by it and scoffs, looking away, “Alright, you don’t have to gape at me like a fish.”

You chuckle, “Sorry, I’m just not used to you being so mushy. It’s kind of weird and gross.”

Malcolm bites back, “Hey, I’m trying to be vulnerable here! Fuck the apology then, you can suck it!”

Despite the circumstances, you both let out a cackle before the Monarch dips back into a serious tone, “But seriously, don’t be too mad at 21. He’s been loyal to me since day one, he was just following orders.”

“I know, it sucks to be starting a relationship with lie after lie, ya know?” You muse to which Malcolm offers his sympathy, “Oh you think you and 21 are bad? I seduced my wife while I was Phantom Limb’s henchman and she had no idea. She thought I was the Mighty Monarch, a new upcoming villain, not some lame cronie to her now ex-boyfriend.”

“Guess we do wild things when we’re in love, don’t we?” You grin up at Malcolm, which he dryly chuckles at.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“Your husband is alive.” Red Death announces to Sheila and Gary who sit on his living room couch.

“See, I told you! Wait, where’s…” Gary trails off, realizing he had not yet told Sheila that he had you try to sneak in and help her husband escape.

“Your girlfriend, you mean?” Red Death finishes his thought for him to which Sheila stares at 21 incredulously.

“Is that why I can’t get a hold of [Your Name]? Gary, you sent her in to go on a rescue mission on her own?” Sheila exclaims, causing the henchman to wince.

“Dude, she was literally in Tophet Towers! It was the perfect scenario, she’s fully capable of getting him out of there!” Gary defends his decision but pauses as he realizes that he hasn’t heard anything from you in a good hour other than an update text saying you found where the Monarch was.

“Well, she’s most likely captured too. Check her location.” Red Death gestures to Sheila who immediately pulls out her laptop, searching up your data into the system, “Her vitals are stable but she hasn’t moved from Tophet Towers in the last three hours.” She sighs, shutting it firmly to which Gary breathes a sigh of relief.

“I’ll help you both get your husband and your girlfriend out safely if you can get me a seat on the Council. Kate’s really pushing me to retire.” Red Death offers to which Sheila nods, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Stop, stop!” The Monarch pleads, being subjected to arguably the worst form of torture he has endured in the past 24 hours.

Playing Mad Libs with Rocco.

“Alright, fine - I’ll use stop but add an -ing. Stopping…” Rocco remarks to himself, scribbling out the word onto his Mad Libs.

“Oh my god, you’re still obsessed with Mad Libs?” You groan out loud, now sitting in a chair that Rocco had grabbed and placed you on after returning to watch over you and the villain, “This is why we broke up, Rocco!”

“Hey, I thought we broke up because we wanted different things in life, I didn’t know you hated my Mad Libs that bad!” Rocco defended himself, pouting a bit before looking at the next prompt, “Oh, another verb! I’ll use break!”

“You seriously dated this guy? A guy who plays Mad Libs in his free time? Man, you upgraded big time.” Malcolm chuckled to which you rolled your eyes at, snickering.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it. Imagine coming home from a stressful day of classes and work and the first thing you hear is gimme a vowel. Then it just goes on for the next hour or so until dinner - ‘How about an adjective?’ ‘Give me a color.’ ‘Does it make sense if I put this word in?’” You begin ranting, tossing your head back in exasperation before groaning, “Like fuck man!”

“Yeesh and I thought 21’s obsession with Dungeons and Dragons was bad.” Malcolm remarked before Rocco clears his throat to interrupt your conversation, “You know I’m right here still? Come on now.”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll humor you just this last time, Rocco. Only because it is better than you beating up the Monarch and we don’t have a choice to pass the time, do we?” You sigh.

“Nope, you don’t. Now how about a city?”

A few hours had passed, the New York skyline turning dark behind the floor to ceiling glass windows. Both you and the Monarch pass the time, reluctantly playing Mad Libs with Rocco, before Wide Wale saunters back in.

“Rocco, our special guest is coming up as we speak.” The villain announces before pausing at the sight of you adjacent from the Monarch, “Rocco, what the hell is [Your Name] doing and why is she tied up?”

“She tried to break out the Monarch, sir. Caught her about to untie my knots.” Rocco states, standing up to address his boss as he puts down the Mad Libs book.

“You gotta understand, [Your Name], The Monarch killed my brother cold-blooded when he was arching him! I know you think he’s a decent guy and all but I gotta avenge my brother.” Wide Wale attempts to appeal to your emotions, reaching out to cup your cheek to which you whip your head away from him.

“There you go again, being all eye for an eye. Did you ever stop and think that the Monarch was going to be punished by the Guild anyways? Did you even think about how this would affect Sheila or me?” You confront Wide Wale.

“I gotta think of the big picture here, [Your Name]. That’s my family he killed… you were part of our family too at one point.” Wide Wale tries to explain before you cut him off, “Well, we’re not family any more. Not after this… I’m part of the Monarch crew now.”

The Monarch grins at your statement, beaming with pride and Wide Wale pulls back, a flash of hurt peeking through before his eyes suddenly darken, “Fine, be that way but there’s nothing you can do now. Rocco, take [Your Name] out of here.”

“My last grace I’m giving you considering our history, you don’t have to see his brains being splattered.” Wide Wale hums, giving you one final look before glancing over his shoulder as Hank Venture enters the room.

Rocco listens to his boss’ command, picking you up easily from off the chair, tossing you over his shoulder. You watch helplessly as the Monarch gets further and further away from you before hearing his voice call out, “Don’t worry, [Your Name]! I’m not going to get killed by the Venture kid wearing a gigolo costume!” before the door shuts behind you.

“Put me down, Rocco!” You yell, which echoes down the long hallway, where Sheila and Gary just took out a pair of Wide Wale’s henchmen.

“That’s [Your Name]! I have to go rescue her!” Gary says, about to bolt through the doors before Sheila pulls him back by the collar.

“Let them come to us, I hear her voice getting closer. We need to keep the element of surprise or else Wide Wale’s henchmen will all come flooding here.” Sheila mutters, hearing footsteps and your sounds of protest growing louder.

Gary reluctantly listens to Sheila’s guidance, pressing himself against the wall as he gets ready for attack.

“Stop wriggling, [Your Name]! You’re not getting out of these bindings, I learned from the best.” Rocco said to which you rolled your eyes, continuing to squirm to at least be put down, “Right, from your ex, Angie?”

“Hey, she was into bondage… and I didn’t hear you complaining about it when we were together, did I?” Rocco said smugly.

“Oh he did not… I can’t wait anymore!” Gary huffs, ready to burst through the doors and punch your ex’s lights out. Sheila holds him back once again, “Control yourself, 21!”

Rocco finally walks through the doors, carrying you in his right arm and his harpoon on the left. Distracted by the banter he’s engaging in with you, he does not see Gary or Sheila but you do, causing your sour expression to turn into an excited grin.

Gary gives you a wink before glancing at Sheila who nods in understanding. The pair both rush Rocco together with Sheila swiftly kicking his feet, knocking him off balance. Rocco quickly drops you and his harpoon, attempting to catch himself but he’s quickly slammed into the wall by Gary who uses his weight and muscle to pin Rocco to the wall.

Sheila quickly runs over to you, pulling out the blade that is concealed in her heeled boots to cut off the rope around your wrists and pulls you into a tight embrace, “Thank god, you’re safe. I swear I already gave 21 a stern lecture about all this Blue Morpho nonsense but I’m just glad you’re okay… is my husband okay?”

You nod, returning the embrace, “He’s a bit beat up but still alive and not in terrible shape. I’ve surprisingly seen other guys that Wide Wale has captured in much worse condition.”

Your attention quickly turns to Gary as he seems to land a punch or two on Rocco before the latter begins to fight back. You wince as you see the two exchanging blow for blow, grabbing the harpoon Rocco had dropped to put an end to it.

“Don’t fucking talk about my girlfriend like that ever!” Gary grunts, wincing in pain at the solid punch that Rocco had landed. “Oh, this is your new beau, [Your Name]? Didn’t know you liked them- fuck!” Rocco yells, unable to finish his sentence as you sneak up behind him, tasing him with the harpoon as he falls to the ground.

“Kiss my ass, Rocco.” You say, kicking him in the side before dropping the harpoon and embracing Gary tightly. Gary winces in pain at the sudden impact but wraps his arms around you immediately, holding you as if you were about to disappear before his eyes.

“I’m so sorry…” Gary mutters before his words are interrupted as you grab him by the collar of his Kano outfit, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He melts against your touch, cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss, unable to help himself as your tongues briefly intertwine before Sheila clears her throat.

“I’d hate to interrupt your make-up make-out session but we still need to save my husband from being killed.” Sheila interrupts, causing you two to pull away in embarrassment.

“Right!” You both stutter, following behind Sheila as she stomps through the doors. As she rips open the doors of the pool room, you three see Hank Venture shakily holding a gun in front of Malcolm’s face.

“Alright, we have to get the gun away from him..” Sheila mutters before 21 shakes his head. “Let me talk to him… I got this.”

Both you and Sheila look at each other in confusion before shrugging, stepping back as Gary works his magic, appealing to Hank and going on a spiel on how he’s a lover, not a fighter.

With Gary creating enough of a distraction, Red Death comes careening through the glass doors, Dr. Dugong in tow. As the dramatic day comes to an anti-climatic close as Wide Wale attempts to save face to his brother, Sheila undoes her husband’s bindings while you and Gary can finally reunite in peace.

“Ooof, that’s gonna hurt tomorrow, isn’t it?” You say, assessing the bruise that is beginning to form on Gary’s cheek after exchanging punches with Rocco who stands off to the side, being chewed out by Sirena for capturing you.

“It was worth it, I had to defend m’lady’s honor.” Gary says with a tired grin as you press a kiss against his cheek.

“Well, it was quite chivalrous of you… and kinda hot, not gonna lie. The Kano costume is kinda growing on me too, it’s a shame you’re gonna have to retire it after today.” You admit with a chuckle, blushing as Gary pulls you in by the waist.

“Look who’s talking. You were totally hot when you snuck up with that harpoon… I gotta admit I found it hot when you were chasing me with it that one day.” Gary teases back, about to press his lips against yours.

“21!” The Monarchs call out to which Gary groans, “Can’t I just kiss my hot girlfriend in peace!”

You both look up, blinking as you see the villains all huddled in front of the broken glass window, staring across the street at VenTech Tower.

The two of you rush over, staring down as someone dressed as the Blue Morpho exits the Morphomobile, causing you to look at the Monarchs in confusion.

“Oh sweet, I’m in the clear!” The Monarch cheers, high fiving 21, causing Sheila to groan and you sympathetically pat her shoulder.

This evening was just the beginning of the wild night ahead of you, marked the end of Gary and Malcolm’s run as Kano and the Blue Morpho, and the true start to your and Gary’s relationship.

#henchman 21 #venture bros #gary fischer #henchman 21 x reader #dr mrs the monarch #the monarch

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