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In the end, it didn't take that much for Amy to decide she was done with it all. The thankless healing, the constant stress, the loneliness, the horrible, awful crush on her sister of all people.
Maybe it was the fall on the patch of ice desperately clinging to the sidewalk that she slipped on, bruising her tailbone.
Maybe it was the 45 minute wait at her favorite coffee shop when they changed the registers over to chip readers, causing massive delays in the line for her sweet sweet nectar of coffee.
Maybe it was the absolute idiots deciding that today of all days they needed to rob the fucking bank.
“Okay, everybody just sit pretty for a few minutes while my friends and I rob this very insured bank, and then leave you all to get back to your banking needs. Sounds good? Good.” The blonde says, standing tall on one of the tellers desks, as three other masked capes head down to the vault area, the large monsters following them, several empty satchels strapped to their sides.
“Bug, could you be a dear and black out the windows for us? The wards are going to be coming along shortly.” The blonde continues for a moment before locking her eyes to Amy's. There's a moment of clarity that dawns on her face as Amy can see her eyes opening wide behind the domino mask she's wearing.
“Sure tats, uh, you good?” The black haired bug cape says, as the windows around the room start to darken with a covering.
“Yep, yeah, no. Nope. Not okay, never mind bug, we're changing plans right now.”
“Uh, why?”
“That.” She points directly at a glowering Amy “is Panacea, she's officially more than done with everything. She's spent at least every night this week, on top of most days after her school hours are done in the hospital trying to heal thankless idiots, constantly gets exposed to a harmful to her Master effect, hardly gets support from her family and is suffering from a touch starvation that puts both you and I to shame by at least double.”
Despite her face being hidden behind the mask, there's a sense of supreme empathetic sadness that crosses the face and body language of the bug themed cape before she wanders over to the empty cubicle area that Amy's settled into, somewhat away from the other patrons for the bank.
“Let's chat for a few minutes, if you see that I'm lying then you can put me to sleep and tats won't mess with you over it. Okay?”
Amy nods as she sits down cross legged next to her, the bug cape sighs before offering a hand out. Amy takes hold of it for a moment, before sliding a finger under her sleeve to touch her skin, checking her statements for lies as the girl starts to ramble.
“I don't know what it's like for you, and I know this whole bank robbing thing isn't very heroic, but I did want to be a hero before all of this. Even took down Lung on my first night out as a cape. Doesn't help that to “protect” me Armsmaster took the credit, and my bug controlling powers showed me shadow stalkers real identity is actually my long time bully who helped to cause my trigger event.”
Not seeing any tells for any lies, Amy doesn't do anything to the bug girl yet. Which is the moment when the domino blonde ‘tats’ comes to stand near their cubicle, not turning away from watching the rest of the few hostages.
“I've got an idea Bug, Miss Dallon, if you'd be interested?”
“Oh? What's your great idea Miss ‘Rob a bank on a Thursday’?” Amy asks with a scoff and a slight glower at the blonde while holding the bug girl's hand, a finger still pressed to her bare wrist.
“We, and by that I mean me and Bug here, “kidnap” Panacea, and then leave before the wards arrive and our bank robbing not exactly friends decide to cotton on to us ditching them. The three of us ride off into the sunset as a cute throuple, bugs and I help fix the fucked up aura addiction that your sister gave you, you get to play a bit fast and loose with your really really interesting bio kinetic powers, which by the way seems to be screaming at you to do so, and I get two cute cuddle bugs to keep my toes warm at night.” The blonde says, going a bit quiet when she mentions Amy's sister and her power problem.
“You can't see it Tats, but you have me blushing here.” The bug girl responds, and Amy can definitely see that, her cheeks lighting up with capillary responses matching embarrassment and a little bit of arousal pinging through her erogenous zones.
“I know.” the blonde says, and Amy can hear the smirk in her voice.
“Say I go along with this crazy plan of yours, what about my rounds at the hospital?”
“Well, I figure after about a week of being held at our tender mercies, the new Rogue super healer biokinetic pops up named super ultra mega white mage, name pending, pops up and slides into the place our poor dear neglected regular Panacea left so nicely open for her.”
A snort escapes her lips as she sets her phone down. The message she had ready to send to Vicky was still not sent out. “Sure, could do worse than a cute blonde and a tall raven haired bug lady. Hey, Bug, you cute under that mask?”
The answering squeak was more than enough of an answer for Amy's nerves to finally relax. “Fuck it, we ball. Let's ditch this popsicle stand.” Amy says as she pulls herself up to her feet, bug following shortly after.
As the trio opens the front door to the bank for the other hostages to quietly scramble out of, they sneak out the back entrance, tattletale ditching anything she'd carried that had trackers on it as they started jogging down the back alleys away from the bank.
“I've got a safe house a few blocks away from here we can stop into. It's separate from all of my villain stuff so the ex-boss shouldn't be able to find us there.”
“Might have to deal with him eventually.” Bug says, as they slip into the building, getting a nod from tattletale as they make their way up a flight of stairs and to an apartment labeled 204.
“Welcome to casa de Lisa. Shoes off at the door.” She says, kicking her shoes off to reveal bright pink socks and taking off her domino mask to reveal a face dusted with freckles, bottle green eyes, and a smile that slips into the most vulpine grin that Amy's ever seen.
“Oh, we're doing that then huh?” Bug asks, plopping down onto Lisa's couch. As she works at some latches to pull her mask off, Amy takes a look around at the mostly spartan apartment, a desk with a laptop, medium sized TV across from the couch, and a door ajar showing off a large bedroom on the other side of the kitchen space that Lisa slips into.
As the last clasp unlatches, Bug's face mask slides up and over her hair to reveal big cute brown eyes, and an expressive wide mouth that with her bean pole look made her a perfect big spoon that Amy's honestly pretty excited to cuddle into.
“Hi, I'm Taylor. Not sure if I'll really stick to the whole villain thing. Apparently I'll collect girlfriends too quickly if I keep this up.”
“Never say never, I have a big bed and plenty of cuddles to go around.” Lisa says, as she comes back out of the kitchen with sodas.
“So, now that I'm officially ‘kidnapped’ what are we doing?” Amy asks, settling in opposite Taylor on the oversized couch
Taylor shrugs, looking at Lisa. “You're the lead girlfriend here Lisa, what are we doing?”
Lisa sets her soda down on the couch, plopping her feet onto Taylor's lap and head into Amy's. “Well, if Amy wants she can start playing around with biokinesis stuff, I'd be up for it if you wanted to give me bigger boobs or a fatter tush, could work on Taylor if you want. If not there's houseplants or chicken in the fridge if you wanted to do stuff with that instead, and I've got Netflix and soda so we can just chill out if you want?”
“Oh, would that be okay? If we threw on a movie and I just noodled around with some stuff for a bit? I never really get to try anything except just healing and it got super boring after like three weeks, but by that point if I stopped then everything goes really bad and my guilt would kill me.”
“Eh, you could fix anything you changed right?” Taylor asked, holding a hand out to Amy.
“Sure, I'll stay away from your brain, let me know if anything feels weird.”
“movie preference?”
“I'll be focused on my power, so whatever’s fine for me.”
“Comedy maybe?” Taylor offers.
“Megamind it is.” Lisa says with a giggle as she watches Amy's eyes glaze over.
“Ooh, Taylor, did I fix you up a few months ago?” Amy asks while Lisa menus through to the start of the movie.
“Yep, I was dealing with tons of nasty infections you cleared out for the doctors, saved me a bunch of time with antibiotics after shadow stalker shoved me in a locker with the nastiest stuff ever. I was in a coma for a week and you apparently stopped in sometime while I was out.” Taylor answered, before she felt a small wave of goosebumps roll through herself at the memory of the locker.
“Yikes. And she's still a ward? Fuck the PRT, White Mage isn't gonna visit them anytime soon.” Amy says, poking around with Taylor's cells, boosting her white blood cells strength, fiddling with her muscles to add extra strength and layers and ease up their metabolic processes to help her stamina.
“Think you'll take the White Mage name?” Lisa asks.
“Sure, I've played final fantasy before, and you don't fuck with the white mage. There's a reason doctors have to take the hippocratic oath, they know how to take someone apart better than anyone.”
“Huh. Good thing you didn't need to threaten us with cancer or anything.”
“Oh, I never needed to take the oath, I'm not a doctor.”
“Why did I hear the little trademark logo after that sentence?” Taylor asks, breaking into their conversation.
“Woops, that was me messing with your inner ear. You should find your balance increased the next time you wake up.” Amy says with a chuckle as the movie plays on in the background.
It's about halfway into the movie when Lisa looks up from Amy's lap over to Taylor who's ditched her glasses and is now sporting naturally tinted teal nails.
“And here I expected her to start having her skin turn blue, not her nails.” Lisa says with a chuckle.
“I mean, I could….” Amy says with a thoughtful look.
“Maybe next time… Amy, why does my mouth taste like chocolate right now?”
“Oh, shit really?” Lisa asks, leaping up from her relaxed position to straddle Taylor on the couch. “Lemme taste test.” She says, before locking lips with Taylor, a squeak escaping the taller girl's lips before they're parted and her tongue is tied up by Lisa's.
“Oh wild, I can feel Lisa through you now Taylor. Not gonna make any changes right now tho just in case.” Amy days, watching her girlfriends kiss while holding Taylor's hand still.
Lisa lets out a soft moan into Taylor's mouth before breaking off their impromptu kiss. “Oh heck yes, Taylor you taste like chocolate pudding and I could keep kissing you all day like this.”
“Thank you for exercising restraint Lisa, I know this must be hard for you.” Amy snarks as Taylor's blush goes nuclear and trails down her neck.
“While Taylor recovers from her blue screen, get over here.” Amy says, pulling Lisa by the hips and collapsing the slightly taller girl onto herself. Pulling her close with both hands Lisa feels her mouth go numb for half a second before being replaced with minty coolness as her lips lock with Amy's.
While definitely inexperienced, Amy makes up for it with a boat load of enthusiasm as her tongue explores Lisa's mouth and tangles with the taller girl's.
“Wow. Amy, you might as well just deep throat her tongue while you're there.” Taylor says, finally recovered and trying to talk big while her girlfriends put on a bit of a show for her.
The glint of amusement that flits through Amy's eye, followed by the look of supreme shock on Lisa's face cements Taylor's new smug look. Amy sucks deeply into the kiss as Lisa's eyes go wider and wider.
Lisa pills away from the kiss slowly, her now extremely long tongue slowly sliding out of the other girl's mouth before gravity takes over when it finally slips free, the tip now leaning down and resting just at the top of her bust.
“Thamy, thith my thongthue.” Lisa says around her new longer appendage.
Amy chuckles for a moment and starts to reach for Lisa's cheeks again before a click is heard from Taylor's spot on the couch. “Okay, Amy, now you can fix her tongue,” Taylor says with a giggle. “Though, I wouldn't mind doing that with you sometime.”
Once Lisa's tongue is back to normal, the smug girl's grin is back. “So Amy, you gonna get a taste of Miss chocolate over there?”
“Don't mind if I do.” She says, before leaping across the couch and pouncing on Taylor, the movie in the background forgotten as the trio swap kisses, Amy changes out spit flavors, and things somehow stay just in the realm of kisses only.