Okay, here's the first proper chapter. This will be a long story, and I will be using more crossover characters, but hopefully not too much. I am very open to requests though, so if you have any ideas, just say.

Oh yes, and the first chapter is traditionally short, okay.

2. Bubbles' Strength

Roland was slumped on the couch when Brick got home. "How was your day?" he asked, as Brick hung his black cloak up on the rack.

"Long," he said. "Some lunatic went on the rampage, caused absolute chaos. I was there for hours."

"That was over hours ago!" said Roland grumpily. Brick shifted.

"I did stop to see Blossom on the way back," he admitted, "but that's only to be expected, right?"

"Did you see her?"

Brick looked at Roland and guessed that his room mate already knew. "No, she was out."

"Of course," said Roland, "so why were you so late?"

"What's it too you anyway!" said Brick, trying to keep calm.

"I'll tell you what it is! Brandy's teething and I spent all day looking after her! She's your niece; you should be the suffering, with cotton wool in your ears."

Brick listened for a moment. "It doesn't seem that bad," he said.

"That's because she's asleep," said Roland, "earlier, the neighbours were here complaining."

"Which neighbours?"

"The deaf old couple that live… sorry death… next door."

"Ah." Brick paused. "But I can hardly help it; she's not going to cry any less if I'm here."

"No," admitted Roland, "But then I can go out!"

"Alright, alright, keep you hair on," Brick shifted slightly. "Actually, I'm going to be quiet busy."

"I know you are, you're going to be busy looking after Brandy."

"No, I mean I've got things to do."

Roland shot him a look. "You mean you're going to meddle in Blossom's life again."

Brick looked surprised. "No!" He paused. "Okay, yes."

Roland shook his head. "You can't keep doing this. Death has let you meddle three times already, that's three times more then most people. You don't want to double cross Death."

"Why?"

"Because he knows the man upstairs."

"But this is important! It's Bubbles, she's acting really weirdly, and it's…"

"None of your business," said Roland firmly. "You'll only get into terrible trouble."

"That's never bothered me when I was alive."

"But your dead now and the rules are different."

"Oh what to you know," sulked Brick.

"Hey, I was dead before you were born!" said Roland. "So I Know. And anyway, so Bubbles is acting a bit strange. How bad can it be?"

Buttercup landed on the edge of the police cordon. The police chief hurried over to her. "Thank goodness you're here," he said breathlessly. "He's up there!"

Buttercup looked up at the skyscraper that the police had surrounded. "Ah, I see. The big hole in the wall."

"Yes," said the police chief. "He's got the editor, and says that he wants Spider-man in thirty minutes, or he'll kill him." Buttercup nodded. Too bad Sonic had Parker on vacation right now.

"Okay," she said calmly, "I'll deal with it!" With that, she shot off to the hole in the wall, leaving a characteristic green streak behind. As she approached, the huge black monster spotted her, although he didn't react just yet. As described, the editor of the Daily Bugle, (who owned the building) J .J .Jamberson, was being held by his throat by the monster over the street below. Still he'd lost none of his usual vigour.

"It's about time!" he barked. (Well, croaked as he was being strangled.) Buttercup took limited notice, preferring to focus on the more obvious opponent.

"Hey, Venom," she sneered (heroically of course), "your arm must be getting tired by now, why don't you put him down?"

"Go away!" shrieked Venom angrily, "We want Spider-man, not you!"

"I can make you want me," Buttercup said calmly, and zapped Venom in the hand. He dropped JJ in shock and Buttercup swept down after him. The catch was perfect and she deposited the stunned chief on the ground safely. Textbook, she thought to her self. All she needed to do now was tack the corny dialogue on the end (she hated this but it was a government requirement.)

Buttercup wasn't in a very creative mood, so it was partly to her great relief that she only got as far as opening her mouth, before Venom landed behind her (apparently none the worse for ware,) and smacked her flying parallel to the ground into the nearest wall. The crowd that had been in a ring around the building dispersed to a safe watching place surprisingly quickly, even the police officers had the sense not to hang around. Buttercup just had time to acknowledge this before she was forced to acknowledge the police car hurtling through the air towards her.

To Buttercups mind, the situation was almost perfect. It had been a long time since she'd had a good fight without any complex emotional consequences, and the strong and agile Venom was a worthy – dare she say challenging – opponent, although hopefully not too challenging. The crowd of journalists was a good thing too, as there is nothing like a good front page headline for the pampering of one's ego.

Venom's sentiments were slightly different. "We will destroy you!" he roared, as he hurled anything he could get his hands on at her.

"If I had a dollar for every time someone said that," muttered Buttercup as she rolled under the first formerly-car-now-projectile, straddled the second and caught the third above her head. She then catapulted it back at Venom with all her might, and scored a direct hit. The car landed on top of him, and suddenly all was still.

Buttercup approached cautiously, but not cautiously enough as it turned out, because Venom ripped his way through the car and grabbed her by the ankle, swinging the puff into his incoming fist before hurling her away. Buttercup tasted her own blood, before steadying herself, and unleashing a wave of blasts in his direction.

Venom dogged the majority of them, but not the follow but wave of Buttercups fists. Normally, one of the puff's blows would send any villain flying away with ease, but Venom's huge frame absorbed most of the force of Buttercup's blows, which meant that she could hammer him for a good amount of time. This way she was able to inflict a decent amount of damage before he was able to coordinate a defence.

It came in the form of his huge arm swinging towards her. Buttercup saw it and endeavoured to halt this attack be catching the arm. It was not a clever move; Venom turned out to be at least a match for her strength for strength, and scoped the green puff into the air before slamming her into the ground at his feet. Buttercup looked up at his huge tongue from within the creator, before smiling.

Venom was soon hurtling away into a wall, but he landed on his feet and through a large section of brick work back. Buttercup was just scrambling back to her feet, so had little chance to avoid it. The bricks slammed at high speed into her jaw, sending her back to the floor. She pushed her self back up, as Venom lumbered towards her at high speed, roaring with anger and aggression.

This would have been enough to install fear in most superheroes, especially considering that Buttercup now had a serious facial wound. But being Buttercup, see had no fear – well, none worth listening to anyway. But there was something else more important to her; when Venom was charging, his neck was hopelessly exposed.

"Your mine," she muttered, and as Venom swung his hand in to the air to splat her, Buttercup recoiled with all her strength, and prepared to clobber him.

She never got that far, for suddenly, there was a flash, and the air around went cool. Something else felt different too, almost as if there was a strange powerful presence. And then in a streak of blue flame, Bubbles materialised between Buttercup and Venom. Buttercup just managed to stop her hand in time, an inch from Bubbles' head.

"Bubbles, what the hell are you doing?" she spluttered. Bubbles glanced at her with a deriding look, and then glanced at the blood on her shoulder, before looking back at Buttercup.

"I though you could use some help sis," she said in her old cheery voice, before dropping a tone, "since he's kicking your arse."

"He is not kicking my arse! I…" Buttercup stopped, because something had just occurred to her. Venom had been in striking distance for a good minute now, so why hadn't he? The reason was because Bubbles had caught the hand that Venom was striking with. Without looking. And now she was crushing it.

Venom roared with pain, and Bubbles turned her attention away from her sister back to him. She kicked him hard in the neck, her foot almost ripping through it, before punching him high into the air. Before Venom could stop him self from rising upwards, Bubbles had shot past him in a flame of blue light and was waiting at the top of his trajectory. Not perturbed, the ever aggressive Venom tried to hit her and did make contact, but it seemed like he'd punched solid concrete. Bubbles didn't even blink, and instead moved her hands like lightning, shattering every single one of Venom's limbs, be for prodding him back into the ground. The huge monster collapsed in a heap, and the police quickly surrounded him.

Bubbles landed near the ago Buttercup, having not even broken a sweat. "Consider your self surplus to requirements," she said sweetly and cuttingly, before sauntering off to talk to the rapidly assembling journalists, leaving her sister seething.

As I said, the first chapter's always short. Please review and ask questions, especially if you're new. Thanks!