A/N This story just randomly came into my head. I normally hate it when Buttercup is weak so I'm a bit of a hypocrite. Sorry 'bout that. Enjoy!
A lone lime-green stripe streaked across the sky. A 16-year-old girl with short black hair landed gracefully at an abandoned park. She sat on a swing set and slightly moved back and forth.
BUTTERCUP POV
I can't believe them! Wait, I take that back, yes I can. I half-heartedly swung on the shitty swings, trying to cool off. I always come here after a fight. Nobody but me comes here so it's perfect.
A dark green blur shot down from the sky and pushed me of the swing. Instead of fighting back like I normally would, I just sat there. "What's wrong Butterball? Finally realized you can't beat me?" he said tauntingly. "Stuff it Butch. I'm not in the mood," I said dryly. "And I have a tutu in my closet. You're always in the mood to fight," he said. "Not today. Now piss off!" I said. "Seriously Buttercup, what's going on?" he asked, sounding concerned. I could tell he was sincere because he only calls me Buttercup when he's serious. I sighed.
"I had a fight with the Professor… again," I said. "And?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Aaaand I over heard something I wish I hadn't," I said, dejectedly. "Started with the fight," he said. "Why do you want to listen to my problems?" I asked. "Because I'm the only one allowed to make your life hell," he said with a smirk. I managed to crack a smile.
"Well I had passed curfew by, like, two hours and the Professor was really pissed," I started. "The argument got pretty heated and ended up with me being grounded and me running to my room and slamming the door." He was about to say something but I cut him off. "Yeah, that happens all the time but what happens next made me snap." "This morning I woke up still in a bad mood from last night. I started to go into the kitchen when I heard voices. I decided to eavesdrop for a while. Blossom was talking to the Professor. They were talking about how I was a…." I stopped. "A what?" Butch asked softly. "A fucking lit fuse, uncontrollable, untrustworthy… a damn loose cannon!" I yelled. I lost it and began to sob. "You've been called worse. Why does this bother you?" he asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. "My own fucking sister! She has no faith in me. She thinks that when the superhero thing stops being fun and beneficial to me I'll leave." I paused letting a breath out. "And… she's partly right. I love being a superhero but I AM uncontrollable. I nearly left my sisters in the dust once, I could do it again." Butch pulled me into a hug.
"No you're not! Blossom is wrong for once. You are one of the most committed people I've ever met. You don't give up on a fight until you're unconscious or you've won. You care for people too! Those kids at school had to have a damn full body cast after you caught them hitting on Bubbles. You would never hurt the people you love," he said. "What are you? My stalker?" I sniffed. Then smiled. "You do realize that if you tell anyone that you saw me cry, I'll beat you so hard you'll wish you'd stayed in fucking Hell, right?" I said smirking. "You know it, ButterBitch!" he shot back, smiling.