Am I supposed to sit in my online class right now and do stuff? Yeah Maybe but I'm too bored so I came on Wattpad lol.

I don't want to let go from this OS so don't be surprised when a part two comes up/out of nowhere.

Luv

-J

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Michael was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea and a cigarette in his hand, just chilling out the rest of the day while watching the news.

It was quite boring to only hear about himself and his plan to rule the world.

But that's the price he had to pay for being the bad guy in the story.

He just chilled when his doorbell rang loudly, interrupted the newslady in her monologue.

Michael kept sitting and watched the smoke rising from his mouth as he took the last drag and squished the cigarette out.

The bell rang again and again till Michael gave in, picked his swore up and sneaked to the door, looked through the peephole but saw nobody.

Curiosity got the best of him so he slowly opened the door to take a peek out.

"Oh fuck!" he squeaked and slammed the door close.

"Please help me." the weak Voice of his enemy said and something fell against the door.

Michael hesitated before he shook his head and went back in the living room to smoke another cigarette.

The silent made him suspicious, he just forced himself to stay in the living room.

But after half an hour with no noise or movement Michael got up, his weapon ready to kill someone when he opened the door.

His front porch was covered in blood as the local hero was laying on it, half way into unconsciousness.

"What in the actual fuck?" Michael exclaimed and looked around, as if it was a scam.

"Sorry." Luke could barely keep his eyes open. "I didn't know where else to go."

The villain got caught by suprise as he looked down to his passing out enemy. "Na fuck off. You can't just force me to save you when my whole job is to beat the living shit out of you for lord's sake."

Luke giggled. "How time turns tables."

"If this is a trap I'll skin you alive." Michael muttered as he put away his swore and carefully picked Luke up to carry him inside.

He was kinda planless where to put him because he didn't really had something like a guestrooms.

Michael wanted to ask Luke where he would like to have a stay but the hero was finally passed out.

"Oh lord. What am I doing here?"

Michael was not a person who tend to talk to himself but this time he couldn't shut up.

While he nursed around Luke, fixed the disgusting wound on his tummy he was giving himself advices to not loose it all completely.

After making sure the hero wouldn't bleed to death he got a chair and placed it next to the couch, that got misused as a bed for Luke and sat down, starring at his enemy.

With time Michael got tired but he forced himself to stay awake and to not fall asleep.

At 5 am Luke started to blink and slowly woke up, Michael was Hella awake in a matter of seconds.

The hero was confused but smiled at Michael. "Nice to be alive."

"Still...you missed still in your sentence."

Luke giggled and patted his stomach, hissed as he put too much pressure on his improper fixed wound.

"Stupid." Michael sighed and stood up to get a glass of water.

When he returned he saw Luke sitting on his couch, looking around the room, ending at the picture frame on the wall, the only thing hanging there.

"Whos that?" he asked, looking up to Michael, who handed him the glas.

"No one you should not could know."

"Please tell me, it's your love interest!"

Michael laughed cold-hearted and shook his head. "No. You wish, so you can use her against me?"

Luke looked hurt. "You're the evil one, not me."

"I'm not the evil one but nevermind. This conversation topic is dead."

Luke rolled his eyes while taking another sip of water. "Thats not toxicated, isn't it?"

"Maybe. We all don't know."

Luke quickly placed the glas away and looked to Michael.
"Thank you."

"For what? Putting poison in your cup?"

"No." the hero laughed. "For not letting me die on your front porch."

"Oh well. It wouldn't be the fitting end for you as the big hero. We have to stick to the stereo type system that you end me and then the world will life a happy ever after."

"We could make peace if you don't try to kill half of the population." Luke laughed.

"What a disgrace. It's more like about three quarters of the population." Michael said and looked playfully hurt.

"My bad."

"I'm trying to go to sleep for a few hours. So please don't stab me in my sleep or call the cops on me, would be a pleasure."

Luke just rolled his eyes and nodded. "I already said I'm not the evil one in our story."

"Just making sure, no need to become a bitch." 

Michael looked the bedroom door behind himself, because he quiet didn't trust the hero enough.

When he woke up again he expected a FBI squad team in his bedroom, but it was empty and quiet.

Michael panicked as he got up and quickly dressed up to leave his room.

He found the hero in the kitchen, sitting on the floor, drinking a glas of water.

“Hey?“ he said, insecure about the situation.

“Oh hey. Good afternoon.“ Luke said and placed the glass on the floor next to him. “How was your nap?“

“Good...I mean. What...why are you still here?“

“Why not?“

“Cause we're enemies?“

“Thats a point. But I like your company. There's some nice little flakes in your when you don't try to kill me or per quote three quarters of human population.“

Michael laughed and stepped next to Luke to get something to drink too. “I didn't put poison on your cup earlier...just so you know.“

“I do know that. I mean...if you wanted me dead you would have stabbed me on your front porch.“

“Its not like I don't want you dead...it's just...not the end of your story yet.“

Luke said nothing but kept drinking his water.

“Did I say something wrong?“

“No. Actually you said the truth. We shouldn't end our story yet.“

“We're not.“ Michael laughed. “And let me check your tummy.“

He kneeled down and waited for Luke to lift his shirt.
“Wait, that's mine.“

“Yeah...I didn't like to...lay around with a bloodstain everywhere...I hope you don't mind.“

“Uhm...no?“

Luke scrunched up the shirt to his collarbones so the stitched wound wasn't covered anymore.

“Thats a lot of damage.“

The hero just looked away, saying nothing as Michael used a little bit of his quirk to fasten up the healing process a bit.

“If that keeps going... you'll be a nurse...or a hero.“ Luke said with a little smile.

“I don't want to be both. “ Michael got up and left the kitchen, went into the living room and sat down.

Luke followed him with distance, sat down on the chair.

“Whos that girl in the picture frame?“

“My sister.“

“You two still talk with each other?“

Michael looked to the frame, a selfie she took when they where just silly little teenagers, problems seem so far away.

“If I tell you this...I don't want to fight against you anymore.“

“Okay.“ Luke said and reached out a hand. “Lets make peace.“

Michael took the hand, held onto it. “My sister..mshe died 3 years ago, when I was 17. The picture was tooken 4 month before she was dead. Cancer. Really mad fucked up cancer.
Thee doctors said it would need bloodwork, but with blood from three quarters of the world population.“

“Sorry to hear that...she looked really friendly.“ Luke said after a long silence.

Michael laughed. “Oh trust me. She was mean bitch, especially when someone hurt me. She would've killed you like, 5 seasons ago. But she was my guardian angel and watched over me, that I don't do mad stuff.“

Luke smiled too, couldn't help let out a small giggle. “My brother, Jack, he was my idol since I was a tiny boy... until he robbed a bank and got shot from the police. My mom always says that I look like him...“

Michael said nothing, starring at the floor.

Luke went quiet too, hovered a little closer to Michael, gently resting his head on him.