A/N: I wrote this a long time ago during my rp days. I liked it and wanted to put it on here too.
I think it's a cute ship.
Cuervo glanced at Chipotle.
He was only mixing some chemicals together. They were trying to make some sort of cool explosive or something like that. Cuervo, admittedly, had not been paying much attention to what Chipotle had been explaining. She found herself in a slight daze instead.
When did she start thinking of Chipotle like this? She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment. But he was so skilled, honestly. He could repair his cybernetic arm with so much ease – a hard thing to do with only one arm. They hadn't talked much about it, but she could guess that he was, at least, partly responsible for its creation too. On top of that, he practiced a lot of biology based villainy, such as breathing life into various creations. She would almost call it beautiful to watch.
The feeling was reminiscent to a year or two ago when she had been under that weird love spell with him placed on her by another villain. Only this feeling was stronger and more potent. It was more natural and definitely more real. Her feelings had depth and it wasn't nearly uncontrollable like when she was under the spell's influence. This was much different.
Whenever they hung out, she found himself looking at him more and becoming less interested in the work. He was strong and loyal and very kind to her. He was intimithating to their enemies and so… powerful…
Cuervo forced herself to look away from him. She closed her eyes.
Why was this happening to her?
She didn't want it. Not at all. A painful feeling in her gut reminded her every so often to escape while she still could. The aching feeling in her chest screamed at her to leave, unless she wanted to be hurt.
The feeling also reminded her of something else, or rather someone else. Manny Rivera. The boy she had been chasing after in vain for over a year. The boy who tricked her, who used her, who never loved her.
She hated him now. She could only feel deeply rooted betrayal and painful memories that came with an overwhelming amount of embarrassment when she thought of him. She had been so foolish to trust him, to throw herself at him. Why hadn't she handled that better? Why hadn't she had enough pride to walk away?
It was happening again.
Cuervo clenched her jaw. She couldn't do this to herself again. No one was worth that amount of pain. She never wanted to go through anything like that again. No amount of physical pain even came close to it either.
She had learned from that experience, she told herself. She would never repeat the same mistake, she would never even come close to it. Yet the blooming feelings for the other villain sitting next to her said otherwise.
She was setting herself up for failure, disappointment, and rejection all at once. He didn't like her like that and even if he did, nothing good would come of it. Nothing lasts forever. She would lose her one friend she had and it would be her fault. She couldn't do herself. She couldn't do it to him.
"Cuervo?" His voice brought her out of her thoughts and she turned back around. He was looking at her now with slight curiosity. He clearly had no idea what kind of thoughts had been going through her head. "I asked for the vial with the red liquid." Slight pause. "Are you okay?"
She cleared her throat. "Yes, of course I am," she snapped and scanned the workbench for the vial. She handed it to him.
He shrugged and accepted it. "You've just been quiet."
She scanned the workbench for the vial and handed it to him. She took a deep breath. She was pretty sure she knew what needed to be done for both of their sakes. She needed to cut off all contact between them and smash this little crush while it was just forming.