Never, in all of Butch's life, had he ever thought of his counterpart as cute.
Fierce? Definitely.
Strong? Check.
Terrifying? Sometimes.
But cute? Nope. Nu uh. Never.
See, in Butch's point of view, (and probably everyone else's), Buttercup was the exact opposite of cute. Need any examples? Sure.
In every fight, she was the most merciless, bringing down enemies to their knees.Every time she loses in a fight (which isn't quite often, thankfully) she would express her anger but giving death glares to anyone who looks at her for more than two seconds. She would punch trees, cars, heck even buildings, for a few hours to calm down. She would even go and look for a fight herself, just to let out some steam.
Her idea of fun is fighting someone strong enough to take her punches and come back for more. She is a true fighter, capable of taking hits and giving them out with twice the fury.
Need he say more? No? Good.
So of course, now you'd understand why he never thought of her as cute...before, at least.
See, now that he got married to her after an epic beatdown (long story) he started to see a different side of her that he (and the rest of Townsville) had never really seen before.
Like the way she would cling onto anything close to her while she sleep, like a pillow, or the blanket, or (his favorite) himself. The way she would snuggle close to him on cold nights and sigh contently as he hugged her back.
In the morning she would always rub her eyes like a little kid's, her hair would stick out in all directions, looking like a rat's nest, (Butch thinks it made her look... not as tough as she always looked).
Her way of mumbling a good morning to him was different from what anyone would expect. She would have this sweet smile on her lips, and would kiss his cheek gently.
On good days, she would even hum a tune while dancing to it, especially if she thinks no one's home (he still didn't tell her about the secretly installed security cameras, and he doesn't think he should).
When she sneezed, it sounded like a kitten, and whenever she yawned, she would sound so, so, so unlike her that Butch sometimes finds himself staring at her everytime she does that.
When she's tired, she would have this adorably sleepy face, and would automatically go to their bedroom. Once there, she would just get on and curl herself, snoring lightly, mumbling words you wouldn't understand.
So, all in all, Buttercup could be fierce, she could be strong, and she could be downright terrifying, but to Butch, she could sometimes be just...cute.