I don't own Disney movies or Twizzlers; but c'mon, you already knew that.
So this was from a prompt that said to include the words "I hate surprises".
If she concentrated hard enough, she could become the enemy. A good fighter knew their opponent inside and out.
Smirking, she realized the only way she would ever fail this task would be never being able to lower her brain capacity to that of the Cy-bugs'.
If she focused on what would kill her, she could apply that to a weak point on the viruses.
Once the game ended, and the beacon shined, she could concentrate on other things.
Things like the 'boing' of one short-stacked hero handyman of a husband suddenly hopping into her office with several of what looked to be lollipops on Twizzlers.
"Surprise, m'Lady."
Tamora shook her head in, dare she think it, playful exasperation, muscles relaxing again to continue the process of pressing the symbol on her belt, allowing her armor to collapse back one piece at a time, clicking like Lego's into it and hanging it up.
"You know I hate surprises, Fix It."
She zoned in on his relaxed smile, his 'honey-glows', the way his body moved as he made his way over to her desk to hop on her chair and scoot over to her with a push of his foot.
"I just can't get it through my head, I guess."
He presented one of the candy-flowers to her, which she accepted between her teeth.
"And whys' that?" Tamora asked, snapping the pop right off before offering the red licorice between her lips to the blushing little man.
"Well," She gave attention to his shoulders, moving up to cover his neck. He was about to say something cute, embarrassing, and her offering up the treat in such a way was doing more to him than she intended.
"…how could I hate anything that led me to you?"
If she concentrated, she could hear herself falling for the small sap all over again.