"Alright Marcus, what 'pest' did you catch that was so important that you had to pull me out of my healing vat before my lower half fully reconstituted?"
There was no reply, of course, 'Marcus' was a robot and only had the programming to catch anything dangerous and report it to him. He just shook his head, frustrated as he wheeled down the hallway and f8nally came to the base holding cells. If Marcus was this persistent the energy signature of whatever he caught must be-
Naked. Blindfolded. Cuffed and collared with power dampeners. Laid out, flushed down to his chest. Screaming for him?
Each bit of information seemed to hit him like a weight and dulled his ability to take more in. His rival. His enemy. The man that had lopped him in two earlier today and choked so hard that he took a very nasty hit from the robot defender that had then collected his form and that had allowed him to escape.
"CERE! CERE! GIVE HIM TO ME YOU STUPID FUCKING ROBOTS. YOU NEED TO GIVE ME HIS BODY-" The magical 'boy', Infierno Oscuro, least trusted of his old team cut off his shouting with a... sob?
Ah. That put ice water over Cerebro's head and he slowly pushed further, fingers clenching at the handrim of his wheelchair. Upclose, his old rival's blindfold was damp, snot running down his face in such a pathetic way that it made the villain feel excited. He hadn't expected Infierno to be this destroyed over cutting him in two. Or for the bruise the hero had gotten to look so very pretty-
He dismissed Marcus with a click of a button on the wheelchair's armrest and watched the delectable fear enter Infierno's face. He shouted, his body strained with massive strength against the magnetized cuff and collar. Even without his power the hero managed to disconnect the collar from the floor for half a second before his neck was slammed back down.
He screamed again, "DON'T JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME HERE YOU FUCKING SCRAP. CERE NEEDS- Cere needs-"
Another sob really warmed Cerebro's face and he rested his cheek on a hand, watching over Infierno with a mix of emotions. It felt good to see the proud man torn apart like this over him. Completely bare to him. But he gambled that this might be even better.
"Cere needs what Infierno?"
The answering yelp was delicious.
