006. KISS N MAKE UP? NO. KISS N FUCK UP

S2E2 END-EPISODE
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▓*ੈ✩‧₊˚. . . . .Eveline fixes her crimson gloves again as she leans against the van.

At this point, it is just out of habit and something to pass time.

Beside her stands, Hughie. Who rocks back and forth on his feet as he waits for Butcher and Frenchie to finish setting up to capture the supe in the store.

She looks up to the night sky, an almost exact replica of Vincent Van Goghs painting, Starry Night. How the gloomy, not filled with life clouds whisk around with the scattered lights from the self-luminous celestial body that in simple terms are called stars. Her barely visible sigh of breath mixes with the peculiar air of multiple gasses as she loses herself in her isolated thoughts.

A sudden breath, more like stuttering comes from Hughie. She turns with her hazel eyes trained on his fragile frame. Looking him up and down, she scoffs. "Out with it." Clearly he had something to say.

"Why the gloves?" He asks immediately after with a defeated voice. Yet his eyes fills with a glint of curiosity. Which he has shown a tendency to do a lot.

"Do they not go well?" Eveline gestures towards her outfit. She didn't want to go into why she actually wore them. Instead, she decided to downplay it.

"Uh," A small genuine laughter came from him as he scratches his neck. "That's not what I meant-"

"I'm joking. Hughie." She says with a deadpan expression. She shrugs and gives his shoulder a playful shove. "Smile more, looks good on you."

Her shove, probably not intended, gave more force than a regular human would. He grabs onto his shoulder with a slight scowl at the millisecond pain. "Well," He nods his head rapidly with a scoff. "You definitely are not the average gal."

Eveline scrunches her face, her nose squishing in itself. Her scrunched face resembled a baby bunny. She mouths a sorry at him, to which he waves her off, not bothered. Their moment was soon put off by a black coat brit staring at them, standing right by Eveline. Nobody could be happy around the guy could they?

"We got a job to do. Knock it off." He commands them. She notices the detest looks both of them give each other. Hughie was the first to head up to the building after their tense starring.

Eveline sighs and begins to walk with Butcher. They both slow their walk to be the last ones to make it. "You always going to be an ass to the poor kid?" She said without looking at him. She didn't know their drama or history, but it was clear that Butcher was too harsh on Hughie.

A lot.

Butcher continues to walk forward as well as he responds. Holding his gun in his hands. "He's a little twat thinking he's gonna get his way."

She couldn't argue with him with no prior knowledge of their history. "Nevermind, not my business." She concluded.

Their conversation dies quickly as they near the door, Frenchie is currently picking at. After a few seconds he opens it and Butcher was the first to go through following Eveline then the rest of the team. Making it through, they all make it past thin cut drapes with the colors of the U.S. of A. Welcoming the scenery of a supe theme party store.

Eveline let's her eyes wonder until Butcher spoke quietly. "Lass, on me." He gestures with a hand and she automatically follows. Not before giving a reassuring glance to Hughie before he went his own way.

As she follows Butcher from behind they come across a cut out of Homelander. She lifts her top lip in disgust. "Ugh," She announces quietly. Using her powers, she made it disintegrate into dust with a fling of her glove hand. Watching as it forms into a pile of dust on the floor. If it were that easy why hasn't she done on real Homelander. Well, humans have more mass than a cardboard or non-livable object. Her powers were complicated too much it confused her herself. To the point she has a book on what can and cannot work in different aspects of her powers.

She hears a silent, dry laugh come from Butcher. "Not a fan?" He concludes as he slowly walks with his gun aimed.

"Hardly." She states, and she keeps close to his six. She then refpcuses to the gun he keeps on him. "What the hell is a gun going to do against a supe anyway?" Eveline whispers.

"Well," He starts. As they make it around numerous aisles, he finally stops and looks through a rack of toys that hang from it. He beckons her with a finger and makes her look at what he was.

Eveline looks back and forth from Butcher and the scene. "That him?" She questions. She finds the supe they were looking for, but the woman they came with is hugging him affectionately. Was he her boyfriend, brother, father? She didn't know but they were hugging like their life depends on it.

Butcher smirks at E's reaction of confusion towards the two. "Aye and this piece of work-" He quietly shakes the gun in front of her face to which she shoves it back to him. He shakes his head, mentally laughing at her short-tempered irritation. "has modified shots to put supes, He then gets close and gives her a side profile of his face with a smug smile. "night, night."

"Gosh," She mutters as she tries to back up from him. "Put me night, night from this conversation."

Butcher smiles intently and gets close to her face, then drags the barrel of the gun along her red sleeve. She watches him, wondering what the hell he was doing. "Will do prince-"

"Butcher, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Hughie's trembling voice hauls towards the two as he comes from behind them. Butcher stops what he's doing and backs up a bit from Eveline to look at Hughie.

She turns around. Watching Hughie panting like he just ran a marathon was quite amusing if it wasn't for the current situation. She makes eye contact with him, he worried face seems to beg mercy on his next words. "It's her brother."

Brother?...Crap.

This was going to be harder for her to complete. Well, Butcher said the shot only puts them to sleep, but she shouldn't trust a word that comes put of his mouth. Though what is the alternative? Mallory needs the supe anyway. Dead or alive? She couldn't recall but better be safe than sorry.

Butcher them looks to her as if waiting on what she wanted to do, to see if she'll follow through or holdup like Hughie. She gives Hughie a solemn smile and nods at Butcher. "Do it."

He was suprised a bit, by how fast she warmed up to Hughie but declined to follow through with him. Nevertheless, it makes his job even easier. "Aye." He agrees.

She watches as Butcher gets out of hiding and aims at the supe. But something unexpected happens, Hughie runs past her. She tries to tug on his shirt to prevent him further but it slips right through her hands and she didn't want to use her powers on him.

He didn't earn it.

Hopefully, he never will.

His shot misses by mere inches as he was dropped to the ground by Hughie. Eveline finally makes it out of the hidding spot and eyes the supe with venom seething on her teeth. The supe makes eye contact with her and grew with more anger. He raises his hands and with his telekinetic powers similar to hers. Throws everyone backwards but Eveline, she uses her own against his. Balancing out their similar powers to a zero. She holds out her hands and creates a red mystic force field around herself. After that, the man then hauls anything and everything at them, the aisles as well. She continues to hold her force field with not strain effort written on her face or crimson eyes. She smiles wickedly at him and this seems to set off the supe.

As a last resort he aims his hands to the roof were spotlights were being hold up by bars. They begin to rumble signaling he was ripping them off. She looks behind her to see the group still on the ground, recovering from the first throw. If they were to get smash or hurt from the ceiling then she wouldn't get paid, especially if Butcher were to die. He had to stay alive to make sure both get their ends in the deal.

"Fuck." Was all she spits out as she tries to make the force field bigger than herself, to protect them all. Right as she finally got them all in the force field with more effort than before, the spotlights came down and smashes against the force field.

They all were already crumpled in debris, but she couldn't let the spotlights add more damage to them. As she keeps the shield up the supe and the woman from Butcher's team left soon after.

God dammit.

Everything them died down and Eveline finally let the shield down not before moving the spotlights with her one of her hands. She huffs in defeat as the supe was able to get away even though she easily levels out with the supe. She'll just have to catch up to the supe again.

Eveline likes her prey running in fear anyways. She observes as Frenchie and the other man tend to Butcher. Looking around, she sees Hughie off to the side, trying to get up. She quickly goes to him and helps him up by his elbow. Rubbing it up and down in comfort. She looks into his troubled eyes. "Are you alright?" Her voice laces with concern.

"Yeah-" He closes his eyes and nods his head continously. Most likely trying to compose himself mentally. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."

She smiles as does he but it quickly goes away as footsteps from behind her made its way to them, stocking like. Thump after thump.

"No, no, no Butcher!" She hears. She turns around and sees Butcher glaring at Hughie past her. He reaches out towards Hughie as they other two hold him off. "easy, easy Butcher!" The man pleads.

Hughie softly pushes Eveline out of the way as he finally confronts the raging Butcher. "The CIA would have locked him up in some black box forever, and she never would have seen her brother again!"

Eveline gazes down at the realization of what Mallory really wanted from the terrorist. Would Mallory have done the same to her if she continued on her rampage to get Homelander? She still does but just not to the extent she took before, she had be more stealthy and sly. Would the same happen to her when Mallory is done with her on this mission? She couldn't, she wouldn't, she'd been an executioner of hers for a few years. Why would she now? Her chest began to hurt and her emotions with pushing against her facade of being a cold stone supe. And the relevancy of a past memory suddenly pops in her head, dealing with her brother. Her breathing starts to become irregular.

She looks back up and sees Butcher calming down. "Right," He says as he composes himself. He then gets in close proximity to Hughie and jabs him in his chest. "You fuck off. The rest of you with me." At that he eyes Eveline and gestures with his head to leave Hughie's side.

She wanted and needed to get the job done to get her part. As much as she hated to side with the brit she needs to. But the whole theme revolving around this mission was family and it was unfortunately getting to her. Fast.

She needed some time alone. Now.

Eveline ignores Butcher's glance and walks back the way they came. Frenchie and the other man get out of her way as she walks past them.

"Oi! Where you off to?" He yells out.

She stops and sucks in a breath. "To the van. sort your fucking drama out with your team. I'll be waiting." She hid her torment of suffering from her past with being pissed about their delay in capturing the supe. She didn't wait for a response and slams the metal door open. Walking with force as her heart begins to pound roughly against her chest. The top left of it begins to hurt excessively and emotionally.

She tries to open the passenger door but it was locked. She keeps on trying to open it, her emotions become more reckless as her failed attempts angers her. "Come on!" She yells out.

She bangs the door in frustration and slid against it. All the way to the gravel ground. She holds her chest, as her breathing was too erratic, it felt like her heart eould rip out pf her chest. She tries to control it but everytime she did she'd just cry even more. Her hands began to feel numb as she kept her hand on her chest, curling her hand and her other, crumbling a pile of concrete. She couldn't necessarily do that regularly but her emotions were too wild at the moment that a surge of her powers amplified her strength to grab concrete like grass.

She sat there crying, quietly. Alone. Remembering one of her memories she tries to hide from herself. Her breathing remains erratic but her tears slowed down. Her heart beating fast as ever.

A after a few mintues alone a shadow of a figure looms over her and spoke. "...you alright?"

She gazes up to see Butcher looking her with sadly. She let her head hang loose and looks to the ground. "Yeah, had a moment...I'm fine."

He walks around her and sat on the ground next to her. He places the gun in front of him on the floor sluggishly. "Hughie has these moments." He admits. He didn't know why he did but she was the only one who followed through with his plan. Yeah...that was it.

She scoffs and wipes her sweaty palms on her corset. "And you noticed?" She shockingly ask, interrogating him.

"Look I may not be in a good place with the sorry fuck right now but I notice. How he hides his dainty little knuckles that are covered in blood and what not. His panic attacks. Reminds me of someone close." His voice wonders off as he face contorts with a look of confusion with constipation.

She hugs herself, not buying hi story. "Yeah, sure does."

"Look," He snaps out of it and looks at Eveline, infuriated with her smart remarks. "Just so we don't rip eachothers heads off, I'm doing this for someone I love, alright. And I'll do anything and kill anyone who gets in my fuckin way. Including you." Way different than the last sentence he spoke to Eveline, he really was bipolar.

She stands up, finally done with his shit. "And that gives you the right to treat Hughie like crap, like he's just an obstacle?"

He does as well as get chest to chest with Eveline. He looks down at her as she looks up. "This again? What? Are you wanking him off or somethin'? The twat should stay in his place and he won't get treated like shite."

"Wow," She says, not believing the words from his ill tongue. "And just when I thought you had some human decency."

Butcher gazes at her hard. Showing retaliation to her comment as he pushes her against the van, trapping her between him and it. He seeths his teeth at her. "Fuck. Off. You supe cunts act like you know everything." He confesses. "you come here acting like you already know me. It's only been 3 days. You don't know shite about me, you terrorist cunt."

At least this terrorist has better morals than you, you dick.

Her eyes glow red as she leans off the van and keeps her chest against his. He doesn't show any intent on moving. "You wanna push me again? Try me, I'll take your fucking life away." She threatens and continues to ridicule him. "Men like you disgust me, acting like everything can go your way."

Butcher gaze remains firm, didn't falter at her threat. Their eyes remain stuck on eachother until voice were heard from a distance. "Yo Butcher, the hell you at? Let's roll!"

He grunts at her then slams a fist against the van and quickly got in leaving Eveline standing. She sees Hughie rounding the corner. "Are you- are you okay?" He asks.

She was getting tired of that question. She sooths out her hair and fixes her coat that got shifted by Butcher's close proximity. "Yeah I'm fine."

"Your eyes are red-" Hughie persists on the topic, aiming at his eyes as he speaks. She quickly cuts him off.

"I said I'm Fine." She states coldly. She dust herself off and opens the van. "Let's go."

Rushing to get out of the van, Eveline sees the supe they needed was sedated by the sister herself. She huddles over him in a protective manner. Eveline stands by Hughie away from Butcher, due to their abrupt altercation.

"Are you alright? Mon Coeur?" She sees Frenchie asks her.

"Well cheers love." Butcher announces as he rest his gun on top of his shoulder. "At least someone's got some sense around here." Butcher states playfully. No one was amused especially the woman. She looks at him menacingly which made his smirk quickly die out.

This time Eveline steps forward. Everyone's eyes watch her as she makes her way to the woman. She reaches her hands out to which to woman growls at her and huddles over his unconscious body even more. Eveline raise her hands defensively. "It's okay," She bends down on her knees to get on the woman's level. "I'm not going to hurt him. I promise, I have-" She gulps as she had to correct herself. "had a brother of my own. I understand."

It was at this sentence the woman's gaze turns soft but still cautious at Eveline. She slowly moves to let Eveline pick him up. She picks him up as if he was her own brother. "See, I'm not going to hurt him." She reassures the woman even more.

Getting no response but a look, Eveline stands up and takes the body to the back of the van. Frenchie and the other man opens the door for her as she places the body gently onto the van floor. Speedily getting push by the woman who checks up on his sleeping frame, getting in the van with him.

Hughie then closes the doors. She stands right next to him when Butcher makes his presence known by how close he stands to him. They both give eachother looks until Butcher gives an unexpected punch to Hughie's face. Eveline grimaced as she looks away, unable to intervene. She hears Hughie gasp as he fell to the floor from the force.

"You come between me and my missus again, I'll fucking kill you." Butcher says to Hughie.

He then goes past Eveline and whispers to her. His hot breath fanning her ear. "How's that for human fuckin' decency."

She ignores him and swiftly tends to Hughie. "Here," She says as she helps him back up for the second time. Finding blood coming from his mouth and a flushed cheek forming from the hit. She smiles and raises her hand.

He flinches as he reaches a hand out to stop. It almost made her cry if not internally. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not like that." She tells him truthfully.

He looks at her skeptically but nods his head eventually. She places her hand where he got hit and her red mystic power emits from her hand. Her eye twitches slightly as she felt a slight pain on her cheek. But set it aside as she was glad the strain in Hughie's face disappeared. He taps his cheek rapidly as he looks at her with bewilderment.

"There." She says, satisfied. "Pain should be gone by now but the blood isn't unfortunately." She pats his shoulder.

"Uh, thanks." He replies but no smile came this time. "I don't know why continue to help me but thank you." Hughie wasn't as timid around her. He has more hate for Butcher than her at the moment.

Eveline shrugs. "I don't know either."

She knew. She knew from the start but to say the words took more mental strength than she had currently.

"But," She places both her glove hands on his shoulders and shakes him lightly. "I'll help you for the few days I'm here."

He nods and rubs his jaw. "Come on." She said as she guided him by his back and helps him in the van.

She didn't noticed but Butcher saw the affection she gave towards Hughie. He rolls his eyes at his observation and inspects his gun. "Fuck me." He mutters. Already feeling bad but to be honest to himself Hughie deserved it. And he'll be happy to do it again.