omg sooooo I’m writing again? So something good from all of this and it’s NaNo soooooo yeah, have a rough 6k story I wrote in one day because fuck life rn.
Rating: G but tw for descriptions of the perspective of a clinically depressed character
Summary: The entire movie, but from the POV of Metro Man ( because I was thinking so much about him and I am depressed as fuck right now, also I have so many head canons for him I’d yet to explore )
At the beginning of the movie, Metro Man is addressing the crowd and he says, “The greatest honor you’ve given me is letting me serve you, the helpless people of Metro City. And at the end of every day, I often ask myself, who would I be without you?”
He’s trying to tell them. He’s hinting at what’s been going on in his head. It goes right through them, but if you look closely at his eyes, you can see the sadness. He’s admitting he’s looking for his own life beyond the title the population has given him of “hero.” He wants to know who he’d be without them.
At the beginning of the movie, Metro Man is addressing the crowd and he says, “The greatest honor you’ve given me is letting me serve you, the helpless people of Metro City. And at the end of every day, I often ask myself, who would I be without you?”
He’s trying to tell them. He’s hinting at what’s been going on in his head. It goes right through them, but if you look closely at his eyes, you can see the sadness. He’s admitting he’s looking for his own life beyond the title the population has given him of “hero.” He wants to know who he’d be without them.
Syx chuckled in amusement picturing the young Harrison and his artwork, ❝I learned very early to stick to paper for my drawings but every inch of my cell was covered in drawings.❞
His eyes were just as locked on Harrison but his uncomfortableness with others, made him shift and glance towards the waiter when he heard the footsteps. He always struggled to relax fully when strangers were around.
The sight of the desert had his eyes widening, mouth falling into an ‘o’ of delight, ❝I don’t even know what that is and it looks de-lite-ful.❞
“I have no idea either,” Harrison said, picking up one of the sticks to investigate it further. “Ice cream? We could always explore it together,” he adds with a flirtatious grin, wiggling in closer to his companion. He offers one side of the hammer to Syx and leans in to take a bite out of the other side.
Syx grinned. Initially, he took his end of the frozen treat in hand, a playful glint in his eye. Shifting to face Harrison, he slid one knee innocently up the other man’s inner thigh as he leaned in to take a bite. His devious plan was somewhat stalled as the frozen powder hit his tongue, ❝Oh! Banana?❞
Another bite proved it to be something akin to a banana split it altered form. He hummed in delight as he slid it closer. His grip on his end shifting to let him have a free hand to accidentally touch Harrison’s that was holding the treat as well. To slid those fingers tantalizingly close to his blue lover’s lips even as his knee slid further up. Completely innocently, of course. Eyes hooded, Syx licked powered ice cream from his lips.
As good as it was… he wasn’t sure of the dairy content… so best to refrain from eating too much… last thing he wanted was to have to sprint to the bathroom in the middle of their dancing later.
{{ ahahaha yessssss. XD okay so I shall share some of the things that were bouncing in my head while at work.
Syx starts getting attention my the SHEILD after his first teenage fight with Metro Man. They’d sent agents before but Warden always kept the knowledge away from the boy cuz he didn’t want little blue to get used as a science project or used to make weapons or what not. But it was with the “understanding” that Blue would eventually do government work.
This, of course, got thwarted when Syx ran away from home and part of why Warden didn’t look as hard as he might have was cuz of the agents now breathing down his neck.
But when Syx starts up super villainy he gets a big talk to while sitting in prison that is meant to help the troubled teen and about how he can change his ways and they will help him learn to channel his abilities. Syx takes this as “go big but not big enough to make anyone outside the city notice. And from then on is really careful not to make his machines too threatening seeming. (so no death laser with the power of the sun in this verse)
Wayne, on the other hand, is always getting hounded to join the big teams and to help in global threats and is always trying to downplay it because he is just too depressed to deal with anything more that his one city. If anything he’s happy that Megs is as active as he is cuz he can use it as his excuse for why he’s needed here and not elsewhere. So the Game is still going strong.
BUT crossovers! Metro Man having team-ups with the Avengers. Mutant politics in Metro City. Syx having a private and secretive war with Stark Industries to prove his robotic tech is superior. Young Teen Syx trying to break into Stark Industries to figure out how Iron Man manages his flight because Syx refuses to admit he doesn’t know how to keep flight stable.
Seeking out the other aliens and someone with a space ship and begging to see the Earth from space again. Begging to find out if there were other survivors from his planet out there somewhere… Accidentally getting caught up in a big plot and just being so lost. Megamind accidentally helping to save the day and getting a pat on the back from someone he hero-worshiped and being so ashamed to admit that he’s a villain and the Steve Rogers is just, “Yeah I know, kid, but there is more to all this than what legal side you’re currently on. What matters is that you are fighting for your beliefs. For what is morally right.”
And Megs is just…
and mind blown.
Metro Man having his crisis moment of wanting to retire and getting to talk to people like Bruce Banner who gets the immense power thing, the desire to isolate and pull back despite the potential they have to do good.
Roxanne being a mutant. Just think about it. Cuz yes. Maybe not even a flashy or combat power. Just something she always feels she has to hide so she can fit in. Feeling so much connection to Syx because he might actually understand? Having a moment when Syx is on the brink of am I good or evil and her ability getting revealed. Of them building on that and as a point of connection. Roxanne just fighting so hard for good mutant representation in the media. And making so many projects based on it. Roxanne protesting for mutant rights even while closeted herself.
Just… Marvel Verse. }}
{{ okay so I’ve been wanting to make a Marvel Verse for quite some time now as I think Megamind could slot in pretty well… the problem is just how much detail to put into it… I really like the idea of a young Syx trying to get recruited by SHEILD or something… I may have to put some thought into this… but I’m not sure how much use I’d get out of the verse. Still… Tony Stark. I want a Tony Stark. Someone let Syx meet Iron Man. }}
Giddy at the quick response, Megamind thought over the options and sent back 3 choices with the same bot.
Whichever you prefer: 1. Over cocoa downtown, though unless we got a private room we’d have to speak in code 2. My Uncle’s restaurant Le Coeur Brisé, while closed or in a back room 3. The roof top of the old paint factory between our territories, Minion says he will pack snacks
Syx felt that such plans really should be made over food. As a neutral peace offering as well as the best way to discuss business.
Considering the options, Megamind’s next response takes a bit longer to be decided on. “Either the first or third.” Not recognizing the restaurant’s name erring on the side of caution seemed the best possible choice to make.
She’d still bring her own contingent of Brainbots, naturally.
Being able to talk openly sounded better in his book so he sent her the message back saying what roof he wanted to meet on. After that it was just the matter of selecting an appropriate outfit and making food suggestions to Minion.
At the agreed upon time Syx was already prepared, a table set up by his brain bots. He’d only brought the more advanced models that he’d made sure could tell the difference between him and his alternates. Minion had prepared then an array of pastries and chocolate dipped fruit and Syx had decided to fuck it and had brought wine too because he wanted to make a good impression. He endeavored to make the table setting appear business like and professional as this was a formal interview. For that he’d picked out a suit at first but feared it gave the wrong impression. After going through five outfits he settled on a villain suit with fewer spikes and a more subdued collar. The cut of the shoulder meant to more resemble a suit jacket in the way his cape hung from them. Villain but classy. That’s what he was hoping for anyway. Something to impress his potential new temporary nemesis.
“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH!
Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”
Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”
Well THAT certainly wasn’t something Lyn expected anybody to tell her when she said that particular line, looking over at Bell in obvious surprise. She wondered where in the hell this girl got the idea that pointing a damn gun at her wasn’t threatening… but for now she simply let it go. It was obvious that she was prone to dramatics, unsure just how to react to it past being fairly amused with it all. She certainly had quite the way about her, didn’t she?
When Bell took off sprinting, she merely laughed, shook her head and soon took off right behind her. “Whatever ya say, Blueberry!” she called out with a grin, hurrying forward. At this point she would be taken in for aiding and abetting anyways, so there really wasn’t any choice for her but to run just like Bell was. “This way!” She urged, taking hold of the blue woman’s hand and dragging her into a new direction. It would take them both down a new ally way, a sort of short cut that would allow them to not be caught in the process.
She didn’t say anything else to Bell the rest of the way, running swiftly and not truly stopping to allow either of them to catch their breaths… though Lyn was hardly winded. Coming to a stop by one of their less popular joints, Lyn was quick to glance around and slip up into the loft through the back staircase. She would tell her Father what she was doing once she got upstairs.
Bell was breathing too hard and too flustered to sort out a retort during the sprint, but as they drew to a stop she muttered sourly, ❝…not Blueberry. I’m not purple,❞ she huffed and crossed her arms in a pout, cheeks turning lavender. The name shouldn’t bother her anymore, she’d heard it since childhood, but it did, ❝You could at least get the color right.❞
Despite her mutterings she drew close behind, not wanting to get caught. She’d very much been telling the truth about having no desire to go back to prison today. Looking up at the building she worried her lip, eyes widening as she saw it, ❝Hey, hey, wait… isn’t that one a Psycho’s places?❞ she hissed, ❝No way they’ll let us hide here.❞
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