Once upon a time, there was a girl named Hannah....
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Lev hated a lot of things, superheroes, supervillains, people that caused harm. Another thing he hated were people that start pointless arguments. The man in front of him glared as he aimed a fist toward his jaw. Lev would’ve smiled if it wouldn’t ruined his current image that he had set for himself.
“Is that all you’re gonna do?” He asked as he ducked away from the other man, tripping him and pushing him into the pavement. Thanks to his training with the Team, hand to hand combat was a breeze.
The other man, known only to Lev as Beau or that dirtbag down the street, groaned.
“Davis you’ve got a lot of nerve bringin’ your stupid face around here!” He yelled, standing up and wiping spit from his mouth. Beau was attractive, but a massive dirt-bag, and not too bright either.
“Oh yeah? Care to explain why I don’t have a scratch on me?” Lev asked, breaking his self made ‘image’ to crack a grin to Beau.
“‘Cause I ain’t done with you yet!” Beau yelled as he charged toward Lev with a growl. His hands were clenched at his side, and his face was contorted angrily.
“You know,” Lev tapped his chin, sarcastically looking thoughtful. “Neither am-”
“Levitt Davis if you say one more word.” A stern but kind voice called out. Shoving past the group of people that were watching the fight, walks a thin brunette.
Elsie stepped past the crowd, wearing a dress and heels she walked straight up to her boyfriend. Ignoring the few whistles coming from the crowd she pointed her finger at his face with an annoyed look on her face.
“You are done this fight, you insufferable man-child.” The angry brunette said with a glare. Pulling Lev away from the group by his hand.
“Then why don't you get with a real man?” A smug voice asked from behind the two.
Lev jumped at the words, moving to stomp back up to Beau but pausing and looking at Elsie’s hand on his wrist, then looking up slightly to her eyes and he gently removed her grasp from his arm. Mouthing a quick apology, he stomped back over to Beau.
“What was that?” Lev asked, stomping over to the smirking man. “I seem to recall that I was winning, ‘real man’.” He started as he balled his hand into a fist and punched Beau in the face.
He yelled in pain and staggered back, “What’s wrong Davis? Did I finally find your weak point?” Beau asked, smirking slightly despite the pain.
“No.” Lev glanced at Elsie’s still shocked face, then back up at Beau, huffing, he smiled. “I think you found my strong point.” Lev said lowly, standing up to his full posture.
“That must be the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said, Davis.” Beau replied, cracking his knuckles, “Ready for round two?” He asked, squinting slightly from the newly forming bruise on his eye.
“Round two’s already started.” Lev laughed, dodging a kick from the man opposite him. “Or did that punch to the face make you forget?” He taunted with a grin on his face, no longer trying to keep his ‘image’.
“So whoever wins gets the girl?” Beau questioned casually, missing a hit to Lev’s teeth. “Because I’d be okay with that.” he said, eyeing Elsie with a smirk.
Lev froze, he knew that the idea of ‘winning an individual’ is rude and something no one deserves. However he also knew that Beau wouldn’t let Elsie live it down if he were to ‘win’ her in his eyes. While Lev was processing this comment, Beau threw him to the ground.
“And it looks like I’m gonna win.” Beau said laughing and glancing at Elsie again.
Lev didn’t even bother with witty quips anymore. This was serious. Lev glared at the man before him and tackled him to the ground. He sat on Beau’s chest and aimed punch after punch to the once decently handsome face with a few grunts of effort and concentration.
“Stay.” Punch. “Away.” Punch. “From.” Pu- Lev looked up at his wrist which was being held gently away from the dirtbag’s face.
“That’s enough.” Elsie’s soft voice said, keeping her hold on Lev’s wrist. Her eyes were wide and full of concern, while her mouth was set in a slight frown.
Lev looked at her face, then his wrist, then back at her face. A small smile broke out on his face as he stood up slowly and wrapped his arms around her. He mumbled incoherent words, attempting to comfort her, before she spoke up.
“Let go of me.” She said calmly, not returning the hug, not even looking at him.
Lev pulled back slowly, confused by her reaction. He did just fight for her, didn’t he? He did it to keep her safe, away from Beau.
“I-I don’t understand Els.I just-” He mumbled slowly, stumbling over his words trying to make sense of the situation.
“Let’s go, Lev.” She replied, ignoring his attempts at understanding what was going on.
Lev nodded and numbly followed Elsie to the group that was watching the fight. Elsie looked up at one of the guys at the front of the crowd, and walked toward him.
“I’ll take mine, you take yours?” She asked. Motioning to Lev behind her and Beau who was beginning to sit up.
"Yeah, I’ll take him to a doctor.” The guy said quickly. “Thank you.” Elsie nodded and smiled at him, before taking Lev by the wrist again and walking him to her car.
The walk there was a deafening quiet for Lev, still mulling over the situation. Elsie couldn’t be mad at him, not for trying to help her… Right?
Elsie opened the passenger's seat for Lev for him to get in, before swiftly walking to the driver’s seat and getting in. Elsie’s firm posture became slouched as she let out a sigh of relief.
“You absolute moron.” She said, shaking her head and laughing quietly.
That thew him for a loop.
“W-what?” Lev stuttered out, looking at Elsie with wide eyes. She turned to face him with a smirk.
“Lev, your beating on him for ‘my honour’ would just make me have to heal him.” She said, “Meaning the thing you hate me doing the most would have happened and it would have been you that made me do it.” Else said, still laughing slightly as she smacked his arm lightly.
“Wait so you aren’t mad at me?” Lev sputtered out, looking at Elsie like she just spoke a foreign language.
“Mad? No.” Elsie shook her head quickly. “Upset, and slightly annoyed? Oh yeah.” She finished with a smile.
Lev hung his head slightly, taking in what she said and releasing a held breath. He didn’t mean to make Elsie almost use her powers, the powers he doesn’t want her to use.
“Els,” He looked up at her, eyes widened and sad, mouth in a frown. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “I’m so sorry.” He said, pushing his head onto her shoulder and arms around her waist.
“Ew get your blood covered hands away from me.” Elsie laughed, pushing him off of her.
Lev looked down at his hands and lo and behold she was right, it turns out his knuckles split during the fight, no doubt right before he was dragged off Beau. Lev eyed the cuts closely before wincing.
“I guess the adrenaline rush blocked out the pain?” He asked shrugging as he started to wipe the blood on his pants.
“Lev!” Elsie giggled quietly. “I can easily fix your hands up for you.” she said, waving a hand at him.
Lev pouted slightly as he held his injured hand to his chest, thinking over his options. He didn’t want Elsie to feel the pain, no matter how slight it was. He shook his head.
“How about instead of Superhero Oblivion helping me out.” He started, grinning slightly. “Paramedic Elsie helps me out instead with some good old fashioned first aid?” Lev asked, opening up her glove compartment to pull out a small first aid kit.
“I’m not a paramedic yet, mister Firefighter.” She replied taking the kit from him and setting it on her lap.
“And I’m not a Firefighter yet.” He laughed, holding his hands out to her as she looked around in the kit.
“A few more years of college.” She replied, still digging around the box. Finally she pulled out two long bandages for his hands. “Now hold still Mister Davis, the antiseptic may sting a little.” She grinned up at him.
Lev smiled down at her as she worked, she gently took his bloodied hands into her medically inclined ones and pulled out the bottle of antiseptic to spray on his hands. Lev cringed slightly as the cuts stung, but returned to smiling as Elsie carefully wrapped a bandage around his hand, only to repeat the process with his other hand.
“Am I free to go Doctor Titus?” Lev asked, flexing his hands slightly, checking out how much give the bandages gave him.
“Not quite,” Elsie replied, tucking the rest of the supplies back in the first aid kit and putting it down beside her. “Two more things.”
“Like what?” Lev asked, he stopped poking at the bandages for a moment to glance at her curiously.
“Well I need my fee, which is a kiss on the cheek from my favourite patient and one more thing.” Elsie said, grinning as she pointed to her cheek.
Lev chuckled and put his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into him to kiss her on the cheek.
“What else?” He asked curiously, looking around the car as if something would pop out and surprise him.
“Well in order to ensure you don’t allow any more damage to get to your hands, I’ll have to make preventive measures.” Elsie said, her grin still plastered on her face.
“And those would be?” Lev asked playfully, laughing once in slight confusion.
Elsie didn’t respond as she took one of his hands and enclosed it in her smaller one. Lev looked at her questionably, glancing from their entwined hands to her face with a puzzled expression.
“This way you can’t get into anymore fights.” Elsie responded quietly. A content smile on her face.
“With you here,” Lev said, looking at his hand in hers. “I won’t have to.”