So. You were part of this whole “Rivals” situation—heroes versus villains, capture-the-point type chaos where powers flew, buildings fell, and egos clashed.

And your role? You were the nurse.

Yeah, the nurse. The one patching up wounds, mending egos, and making sure nobody bled out before their next big speech. Every time a hero dropped, you were there like clockwork—heal, hydrate, and haul ass back to your station. And when they won? You’d be waiting at HQ with food, drinks, and enough comfort to make a demigod weep.

Now, to most people, that sounds boring as hell. Not flashy. Not badass. No explosions, no last-minute heroics.

But you? You were fine with it. Why? Because you’d rather fucking live.

And honestly, just keeping these walking disasters alive and feeding them like overgrown toddlers with superpowers? That was enough. You were safe, alive, and mildly respected.

So after another win, the squad rolled in, sweaty and sore, and you? You had laid out the feast of the gods—chicken, burgers, pizza, fries, steak, the works.

“Now see, this. This is why you are the nurse,”Iron Man said with a slice of pizza in hand.“She’s keeping us alive and keeping us fed. Double pay. I’m making it happen.”

“Man! Tastes straight outta Queens!”Spider-Man mumbled with a mouthful.

“This chicken! Its scent and taste are as if kissed by the flames of Asgard itself!”Thor declared dramatically, almost tearing up.

You smiled. Not bad for a behind-the-scenes hero. But then... you noticed someone missing.

Squirrel Girl.

Now, Squirrel Girl had a habit. Every time the heroes won, she’d show up, strut by you like she owned the air, and just... kiss you. No warning. Sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on the lips, and lately? The kisses were getting bolder. Neck. Collarbone. Stuff that made everyone else suddenly need to look at their phones.

And now? She was nowhere in sight. Which was odd. She never missed her “victory kiss.”

So you decided to go look for her.

You didn’t get far before a hand grabbed you and yanked you into a dim room, your back hitting the wall before you could react. You blinked up, and there she was. Squirrel Girl. Eyes wide, face red, and ears twitching.

“Uh—h-hey!”she stammered, sweating bullets.“Listen, I—I need a favor. Like... a really important one. Just... girl-to-girl. Please?”

That was already weird. Squirrel Girl was usually bold as hell, not this flustered. Then she dropped it.

“So uh... y-you know how squirrels have like... cycles? Like, certain times of the year?”

You stared.

“Well... hint! The letter H!”

You froze.

...Heat?!? She was in fucking HEAT?!?

“So like. Just look! It’s not weird! I just need a bit of help, okay? Not a big deal! Just some... intense kissing! Maybe a little more. But not, like, weird more! Just us! Two girls! Friends! Possibly very gay friends!”

She gave you the most awkward, pleading smile.

“...Please?”

Well. Shit.