Operation: Protégés
Lonely
Red hated to admit it but at times he missed Nigel.
Sure he had plenty of time to work on his plans for World Domination but it was lonely coming home to an empty house, knowing no one would care if you came home or not. The house was a modest one, deep in the forest, isolated away from the rest of the world. Red liked it that way, no traffic, no noisy neighbors, no females trying to get into his pants. It was peaceful and quiet around the place, and never any visitors.
Sometimes though, like now, it was too quiet for the Russian Villain. The silence was deafening, a constant reminder that in the end, no matter what Nigel promised or claimed, Red would always be alone.
Hallucinations
Red's grip tightened on his pillow as he buried his face into it, trying to ignore the sunlight from the newly risen sun. He hated mornings as they were always too bright for someone who had hidden underground for so long.
The Russian stiffened as he felt his pillow breathe and what felt like a hand run through his hair and down his back. Last he checked pillows did not breathe or touch anyone. Slowly he looked up, defiantly not a pillow.
Oh hell.
Nigel chuckled at the startled look on Red's face, as if he was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, as his free hand wrapped around Red's waist before the other could notice he was un-cuffed and make a run for it.
Red blinked twice before lying back down and mumbling just soft enough for the Spy to hear.
"Note to self: Lay off the whisky. It causes hallucinations."
Nigel couldn't help but chuckle. He wondered how Red would react once he fully woke and realized that this was no hallucination.
Missing Puzzle Piece
Nigel smiled a true smile as he held Red close to him, while the other slept.
He loved the way the smaller fitted perfectly into him as if they were a puzzle and Red had been Nigel's missing piece. He stroked Red's hair as he recalled how they had first met all those years ago. For Nigel, it had been love at first sight.
Misinterpreted Facts
After Count Victor von Sova's retirement, Red found herself "Penguin Enemy Number One." It made life interesting for the Russian villain now known to the world as 'The Red Squirrel.'
And if her hobby of cross dressing had them thinking she was a man, well, she never bothered to correct them. It was a bit amusing actually.
God Brother
Red sat in her cell staring at the ceiling.
She had to admit, she never expected Nigel and Buck to work together just to capture her, but they did. Still, did they actually think this cell would be able to hold her?
The only reason she was still there was to humor them a bit.
She would be leaving soon enough as the place was far too boring and constricting for her taste. Soft footsteps drew her attention and Red rolled over before smiling at the figure outside her cell.
"Hello, Nev. I don't suppose you've come for tea." The teen sighed, as he stepped from the shadows. The boy was around fifteen, tall and well-built with dark hair and warm brown eyes. Not many knew it but he was Red's God Brother, who just happened to be a trained assassin.
"And you're not here to kill me."
It wasn't a question as they both knew Nev couldn't kill Red even if he wanted to, a fact that had been proven some years ago. Red watched as he shifted slightly in unease.
"Can we talk about this elsewhere?"
Red shrugged and stood.
"I was just about to leave anyway."
She walked to the cell's bars...
Before slipping right through them.
"Let's go get my belongings."
War
Red hated war.
She hated it more than humans. She hated it more than Buck and Nigel foiling her half-thought-out plans. War was something Red wouldn't wish on anyone. It was hard to walk through a town after an attack. To see if there were any survivors or any attackers left.
It was hard to see the mangled bodies of children littering the streets or hung up from the rafters as warnings. Children didn't deserve such things. They were young and didn't ask or deserve to be victims of a mad man's war.
Red made it her personal duty to see that every single body was buried and that all survivors had the best medical treatment possible. She was insane, not cruel.
No one deserved to have this thrust on them.