#changing sides

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3544

"Supervillain threw you out?"

"They tried to kill me," Henchman corrected, rubbing at the brand new scar across their stomach. "Apparently refusing to execute Hero's kid sidekick was grounds for a death sentence."

"I would never ask that of you," Villain promised earnestly. "I wouldn't ask you to kill Hero either."

"I know. Which is why I'm here."

[frequentpondcrosser]

Puppet in Chief

[nuttynutcycle]

Prompt 309

He could do this. He should be able to do this. The reformed villain stared down at the unfamiliar logo on his chest and grit his teeth at the thought of facing the cameras again, at the thought of giving a speech about his most recent victory.

"It gets easier." A soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "The first time is always the hardest."

"Easy for you to say," the villain responded bitterly, still gazing at the logo. "The press loves you."

"They don't matter. Your friends do, and we're with you all the way. And we've got a head start on this hero business. As many times as you screw up, I can guarantee that one of us has done it before."

[iwritewhump]

whumptember day 10

title: betrayed 

prompt: ‘you weren’t meant to get hurt’, betrayed, changing sides

warnings: cursing, blood, intimate whumper (not towards whumpee), let me know if i missed any!

characters: villain, hero, sidekick, medic

761 words

a/n: this is going to be 2-3 parts, I haven’t fully decided yet

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Sidekick walked into the small cell, eyes glued to the ground. Hero walked in behind her, a small, satisfied smile on his face. Medic followed closely behind Hero, a heavy bag slung over his shoulder. 

“Well,” Hero started. “We finally caught you.” 

Villain stared at Sidekick, ignoring Hero’s taunts and Medic’s hands sloppily patching up any wounds he thought bad enough to treat. He hung from the ceiling by his wrists, thick ropes dug into his skin. Every move he made tore at his flesh and drew blood. 

Hero sighed and walked up to Villain. “Have you been listening to me?” 

Villain turned his head and Hero scoffed. He grabbed Villain’s chin and pulled him forward, lifting his feet off the ground. Medic protested, but when Hero glared at him, he shook his head dismissively and turned his attention back to the deep gash just below Villain’s ribcage. 

“Villain, it’s in your best interest you listen to me right now.” Hero growled. He pulled Villain closer, so their noses were almost touching, and stared into his eyes. “Look at me.” 

Villain didn’t fight against the death grip, there was no way he was going to get out. Not this time. 

Hero shoved Villain back and continued to monologue, but all Villain could do was stare at Sidekick. She had finally looked up and he caught her eye. 

“Why?” he asked. 

Hero stopped mid-sentence and turned around to look at Sidekick. He rolled his eyes and waved her on, “Go on, tell him.” 

She wrung her hands together and shifted her feet. She looked everywhere but at Villain and Hero got in her face. 

“Either you tell him, or I do, kiddo.” he whispered. He stayed there for a moment, lingering. He breathed deeply through his nose and it took all of Sidekick’s strength not to pull away from him. 

She swallowed thickly and took a deep breath. “You’re the villain. The bad guy. I had to do something.” 

“So you switched sides? You know what happens to me now, don’t you?” Villain said. “They keep me here. Forever. Waiting until I try to escape so they have a reason to kill me. It’d’ve been better if you just–”

“That’s enough.” Hero said, cutting Villain off. “Sidekick, why don’t you go make us some dinner or something? Villain and I need to have a little chat.” 

She nodded and finally looked at Villain. “You weren’t meant to get hurt. I thought they’d call the police or something. Not…not this.” 

The door to the cell closed and Hero locked it once she had turned the corner. “She’s sweet. Gonna be great publicity. Hero takes in Villain’s- what is she to you? Your girlfriend? Daughter? Whatever, it doesn’t matter- Hero takes in Villain’s daughter and makes her part of the team. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Oh, everyone will love it. You did a good job with her.” 

Villain bit his tongue and screwed his eyes shut. There was no way he was going to die in this fucking cell. He had to get out somehow. If he could just heal enough so he was strong again, he could find a way out, he was sure of it. Surely Medic wouldn’t let any of his wounds get infected. Not with the threat of someone coming by and needing to see Villain. Surely someone- the mayor, reporters, other heroes, other villains, someone- would come by to see him like this. Hero could make a pretty penny like that, showing him off like some zoo animal. Someone would come by and Villain could convince them to help him. He was sure of it. He’d always had a silver tongue. Someone would help him. Someone had to help him. Eventually. 

Hero smacked his cheek hard and he jolted back to the present. “You need to learn to listen when I’m talking to you.” 

Villain looked through him, not caring enough to actually listen to Hero. If there was one thing he could do in this fucking cell, it was annoy Hero. 

Hero scoffed and unlocked the door. He grabbed Medic’s shirt and dragged him out of the cell. Once the door was locked again, Villain allowed himself to feel. Feel the pain in his chest from when Hero slammed him onto a rock. The pain in his heart from Sidekick betraying him. The pain in his arms from holding the entirety of his body weight. The pain everywhere from when Hero let Villain fall off the short cliff. 

He couldn’t die in this cell. 

[purgatorysprompts]

The villain joins the hero now that there's a new villain, a worse villain, but not everyone is happy about this.

[areluctantsblog]

Imagine that this happens in the same room.

Gangster Tony arrives home and finds the infamous Peter Parker waiting for him there. He's the adopted son of a certain Toomes who presumes to call himself the boss in Queens. Where the man is sinister glares and rough edges, the boy is beautiful and almost innocent-looking.

Right now however, he's glancing up at Tony with the cockiest expression. Seeing that he didn't even bother to take his gun out, Tony doesn’t draw either. He takes the boy in but he can't guess the reason of his visit.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Tony asks.

The flicker of his eyes and the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth suggests that Peter's amused by Tony's words.

"Pleasure," he muses, still lounging in that armchair without a care in the world. "They underestimate it, yet all our dealings are about pleasure. Drugs, hookers, revenge..." He trails off.

Tony raises an eyebrow. He waits. The boy didn't come for philosophical exchange.

"You know what else they underestimate?" Peter asks, standing and walking up to Tony. "Beauty," he says and his gaze leaves no doubt as to the meaning of his words.

Tony's astonished.

"You and your men are going to hit on Toomes Wednesday night. You are not going to do it. It's not just a drug shipment but firearms, too. You'd be walking to your grave."

"Because you told them about us?"

"I didn't," Peter says holding Tony's gaze fiercely.

"Do they know?"

"Could have figured it out. I did," the boy shrugs. "But it doesn't matter because you are calling it off."

"Why?"

"Beauty, Tony," Peter says simply, tilting his head.

Tony's breathless. No one had the insolence to use his first name without permission in a very long time. The last one who did got a punch for it. Peter won't.

"What do you want?" he demands.

"To know if you appreciate beauty and pleasure," Peter replies, taking a step closer.

"You are betraying them."

"They would have destroyed something beautiful," Peter says, closing the distance between them.

There is something frightening in the intensity of his gaze but Tony doesn't flinch away.

"And what will make you remain loyal to me?" he asks in barely more than a whisper.

Tony can read what's coming from Peter's eyes. He doesn't stop him.

The kiss burns.

Then, when the boy pulls away, he only says one word.

"Pleasure."

[trope-appreciation-tuesdays]

Tat: sidekick: the sidekick is left for dead... but they weren't. Villan finds them and convinces them to join villain's side, simply because they were abandoned

Nice! I love a good plot twist.

[the-wandering-whumper]

TAT: A minor villain never liked hurting anyone. They just had no choice, if the didn’t follow orders from the big bad then they would be beaten or worse. They are terrified of making a sound, terrified of bringing attention to themselves. But one day, during a big fight with the heroes, instead of folliwing orders they save one of the heroes lives. The big bad finds out and tortures them and leaves them to die. They wake up in hospital surrounded by heroes. Thinking they are going to be punished for all their wrong doings they try to escape but are too hurt. The heroes assure them that they are not in any danger and know that they had risked their life for one of the heroes. If they wanted to, only if they wanted to, they could stay with the heroes. They had never been given a choice before and they can’t help but cry, years of stress finally lifting of their shoulders. They finally have a family who wants them.