((I had a very strong urge to write a one shot of my fave odd shipping here. This takes place in this sort of AU verse where Liz becomes Firestar and is kidnapped and held captive for three years for experimentation.

Something I'd like to address is the comments on my past stories in the Spectacular fandom. Dudes, calm the freak down. I ship OLDER Liz Allan with Max (Electro), (canon teen Liz would only have a crush on him in my earlier stories) and really guys, Max would be physically incapable of doing anything physical unless he managed to get control over his electrical form or there was a semi-curable solution (i even mentioned/hinted at it in my Brightest fanfic that jumps between timelines.) So yeah. I'm just doing these for fun. If people misinterpret my writing, okay. Just clearing things up here.

Some references to comic books here.

Completely AU and just random shipping things I decide to write up here.))

1-Doctor's Appointment

It's never easy seeing it. The violent reactions he witnessed when something potentially triggered her or had triggered her already. The far away, haunted look in her eyes as she lashed out at anyone who came near her. Flying off somewhere secluded to freely scream, cry, and slowly calm herself down. Of course, the latter part only happened when it was an extreme variable encountered.

The first time he saw her like this, shaking with tears running down her face and trembling under the bindings of the carrier, he punched the doctor hovering over her. Knocking the syringe out of the way and sent out sparks around the room, protectively standing beside her and glared at anyone who came near. Brushing her damp head and murmured reassurances to her.

It took some persuasion from Agent Coulson to allow another doctor to come near her with a syringe. Distracting her by whispering soothing words and promises that everything will be alright.

The look on her face when she felt the prick of the needle felt like a harsh slap to the face.

It was a look of pure, unadulterated terror and fear.

Those wide eyes pleaded with him that everything was going to be okay.

That she wasn't going back to that Hell three years ago.

If he ever saw that Frost woman, he was going to kill her.

"Hey! Give me that!" a familiar male voice called out as another distinctly female laugh echoed down the hallway of the base.

"Nope! Gotta catch me first, nerd!"

Two forms ran into the room, a young woman holding a pad in one hand and a young man reaching to try and grab it from her. Jumping away from him, the woman flew up in red sparks of energy and circled above the man's head, laughing.

"Liz! I'm serious! Give me back my pad!" Peter scowled, his face currently unmasked while still in his red and blue Spider-man uniform.

"Let's see…what were you doing on here." the Hispanic woman ignored the other's demands, sitting cross legged in midair and began looking through the screen. "Boring. Boring. Boring. Wow…even more boring!" she muttered, raising a brow.

"Yes, it's all boring stuff! Now give me my pad!" the arachnid hero demanded, quickly reacting when said pad was promptly dropped and managed to grab it before it hit the floor. Sighing in relief before glaring up at the culprit. "Gee, thanks Liz. I'll be sure to tell Mr. Stark you nearly destroyed vital data I just gathered."

Liz scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her with her nose in the air. "Oh please. He most likely had it programmed to be automatically saved in a file somewhere already." Peter just rolled his eyes and hurriedly made his way out of the room.

Liz too was about to leave when suddenly, a throat was cleared behind her and she looked over to see a man she was very familiar with.

"Max!" she practically squealed, grinning as she zipped on over and hug tackled him. Thankfully, she only knocked him back against the wall behind him. Had he been standing further away, he no doubt would've been flat on his currently healing back. "I didn't see you there!"

He grunted, wrapping his arms around him and pulled her close. "Heh, you were too busy being a little shit to Spider freak to notice your poor boyfriend here." the man mumbled. The Latina rolled her eyes and pulled away to playfully punch his chest.

"Boyfriend who should still be in bed." Liz looked him over, assessing his physical state. "You still look like crap." she stated, taking in the various scratches and fading bruises over his skin-buzzing electricity once being the man's very 'skin' only a year ago-and frowned.

"Yeah, well, I feel like it too." he replied, blue eyes peering down at her-through the goggles of the suite-with a wry smile.

Her fingers brushed his cheek-so soft, so warm, so much human contact he missed-the man shivered, sucking in a sudden breath and exhaled loudly. Cheeks burning at the amused look in her eyes, lips quirked upwards in a lovely smile-crazed madness danced on her face as she walked through the damage around her without so much as a glance. A wide, unsettling grin on her blood covered face as she threw her head back and-giggling at his reaction to a simple touch.

"Still not used to it, huh?" she asked, tucking her head under his chin and rested against him. The two barely noticing their forms sliding down to the ground, his back to the wall, and settled to her lying over him. A small spark jotting up briefly over their heads before dying-so many bodies, so may failed test subjects.

He didn't reply, too lost in thought.

He wanted to see her always smiling-she stood before him, ball of energy in her hand as she got ready to dish out the finishing blow-He never wanted to see Liz unhappy or scared.

"…Max?" she whispered, tilting her head to the side to peer up at him unhindered.

"Hmm?"

"….Are you happy, being somewhat normal again?" The question made him stiffen. However, Liz stared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Honestly? I don't know." Max said quietly, adjusting his warms around her. His gaze fixed on her form, skimming over her as he took everything in-strong, slender legs in his blurring vision. Crackling fire surrounding them; she standing tall and proud, and he weak and lying broken on the ground.-Closing his eyes soon after, feeling somewhat tired. There was some shifting in his arms and soon, a electrifying sensation ran through his body. He jolted, blue eyes flying open and stilled. Seeing the smirking face and amused brown gazing back, tilting her head to the side like a cat.

He gaped, shivering more.

"Something wrong, Max?" Liz asked.

A frown and narrowing eyes were her response.

"Yes." his lips tingling still, leaning towards her. "There is."

That same electrifying jolt came again, followed by him being pressed hard against the wall by powerful arms and a very eager red star.

"Liz…" he gasped, turning his face away from her, feeling tingling lips pressed against his cheek and peppering down to his chin and back. "Did you get your check up yet?"

She froze.

Feeling her lean back, away from his face, and sitting up on his lap, he knew what his answer would be.

"Liz," Max sighed, turning his head to face her and quickly ran his fingers over her arms. Sitting up as well and pressed his forehead against her, feeling her ragged, shaky breath on his face. "It's alright. I know how you feel about it. If you want, I can come with you again." He listened to her shaky breathing, the stiffness in her muscles, and he silently cursed himself for saying it in the first place. But he had to.

She was unstable.

The last thing he wanted was a repeat of what happened three months ago.

A dark, slender figure stood in the flaming ruins of the base. Glowing red orbs glaring down at him with hatred and revenge on her mind. Blasting any who stood in her way of tainting her soul, of bloodying her hands of the ones who took everything from her. Her innocence, her life, her whole future.

He understood.

Despite their situations being totally different, with his being more of an accident than a kidnapped unwilling experiment, he understood how she felt.

"I don't want to end up like that again…" the Latina bowed her head, short, brunette hair falling over her face. "But I don't like doctors."

"I know, Liz, I know."

She looked up at him, face open and vulnerable, so unlike the mischievous and laughing girl he saw only a few minutes ago.

"…Can you come with me, please?" the request was quietly spoken, cracking at the end.

"Of course." Max gently pulled her close, petting her head; whispering words of encouragement and reassurance.

He hated seeing her like this. Hated how affected she was after all these years from that Hellish place she was trapped in for three years. Stolen away from home and put through torturous and inhumane experiments.

Another tingle came, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Can we wait though? Just for ten minutes, please?" Liz pleaded to the former villain, biting her lip.

Another sigh came, "Fine." he felt himself being pushed back against the wall as she followed, curling up against him. He could still feel her trembling, clutching his shirt tightly in her hand.

The Shield doctors can wait ten minutes for them.

Better to have a relatively calm Fire star than an anxious one.

"Max?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

He smiled, rubbing her upper back. "You're welcome."