Incoming!~ Kid x Reader pt5

           The explosion sent you crashing into a pile of scrap metal. You sit up with a frown. "___?" Killer says, peering in.

           "I'm going to sleep in this pile of scrap metal," You grumble turning and squeezing in between the scrap metal.

           "Are... You okay?" Killer questions.

           "Don't mind me, I do this when I mess up.... Lovely hiding place," You tell him. He sweatdrops, unsure what to make of your behavior.

           "Killer what's going on?" Kid's voice calls.

           "Don't tell him where I am!" You hiss.

           "___ blew up something but I don't know where she went," Killer says, turning to his captain. Kid comes in, looking around with slight worry.

            "___?" He calls, looking around. You don't respond, watching him from under the scrap metal. After a few moments he closes his eyes and holds up a hand. Your bracelet clanks against the metal wall, making his eyes open and look over at the scrap pile. He walks over and sticks his arm in, easily finding your wrist and lifting you out of the scrap. "Are you hurt?" He asks, holding you up so you were eye level.

            "Not really..." You assure.

            "You know your arm is bleeding right?" He points out. You lift your arm and look at it.

            "Oh.... Would you look at that," You mutter, totally unphased.

            "Alright, that's enough bomb making for you," Kid says, setting you down but not letting go of your wrist before leading you to his room. He makes you it down before cleaning your arm. You watch curiously.  

             "This is a surprise, I wasn't aware you knew how to tend to someone's wounds," You comment.

             "Happens to me enough that I know how to do this much..." He mutters, focusing on bandaging your arm.

             "Eh? You too?" You huff in surprise, lifting up the goggles. He glances up at you and pauses.

             "Everyone has a bad day," He points out, straightening up a bit.

             "Right," You murmur with a slightly smile since you had expected him to be a bit pompous and say something cocky.

             "There, were you at least able to assemble something?" He asks. You grin and take out a small, beautifully crafted bomb.

             "Isn't it cute~" You gush proudly. Kid sweatdrops at your cheerful outburst.

             "Sure..." He mutters. You blink and pout.

             "You don't think so?' You guess, hands dropping slightly. He blinks in surprise.

             "Uh, well.... Cute isn't the word I'd use," He tells you. You raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to finish. Shifting awkwardly, he gingerly takes the bomb and looks over it. "It's beautiful," He murmurs, rotating it in his hand, taking in the careful craftsmanship and smooth designs. It was actually a pretty looking orb, he wondered why you would put so much detail in something you were going to-

              "Aw! Really? Thanks Kid!" You gasp, suddenly hugging his neck and knocking off his train of thought. He blinks a few times before realizing you were hugging him and blushing heavily.

              "It's..... No problem...." He manages.

              "You're surprisingly really nice to me," You comment, pulling back to give him another smile. He blinks at you, unsure what to say.

              "Get some sleep," He says, standing up.

              "Alright, thanks for letting me use your workshop!" You tell him cheerfully, setting the bomb down on the nightstand. He watches you for a moment.

              "Anytime... Just, don't blow up my ship," He tells you.

              "Yes sir...." You murmur, steadily drifting asleep. He smirks a bit, watching you for a few moments before going over and covering you up.

              "Sleep well, ___."

              You wake with a slight smile, and roll over to see Kid's pale, muscled back. You sit up, lean over him peering at his face with a slight smile. You press a kiss to his shoulder before getting out of bed and heading to take a shower. You found yourself smiling in the shower. For some reason you liked waking up next to Kid. Despite his rash and ruthless nature he was quite respectful toward you when most guys would've probably tried something. After getting out and dressed you peer back into the room at him. You smile a bit and head down the hall just as Killer comes out.

             "Ah, morning ___," He yawns, scratching the back of his head.

             "Good morning Killer.... Um... Do you know what Kid likes to eat for breakfast?" You ask him. He pauses, putting a knuckle to his chin.

              "French toast I think... Are you making breakfast again?" He asks.

              "Yep, you can go ahead and sleep in if you want," You tell him.

              "That's okay, I'll help you," He says. Before long you were finished cooking, the crew swarming at the door to the kitchen. You give them a slight glare, making them clear a path before heading out to where Kid sat waiting for the crowd to disperse a bit.

              "Here you go captain! I hope you like it!" You chime, bringing him his plate. He pauses, blushing slightly as he takes it.

               "Uh, thanks," He mutters. You give him a smile.

               "No problem," You say cheerfully.

               "You slept well I take it?" He guesses. You nod and sit next to him. He pauses, glancing at you warily since you watched him with an admiring look in your eye. "What?" He asks, starting to blush a bit.

                "Hm? Oh sorry, didn't mean to stare," You say, looking away and getting up. "Enjoy your breakfast!" You add cheerfully before heading to the workshop.

                'Staring at me?' Kid thinks in surprise blushing more.

                "La da da da~" You sing quietly, as you worked on a new bomb design, pointing the edges so it will stick to a wall. Kid peeks into the shop, watching you as you worked, and sang quietly with a smile. He shifts, not sure whether he should go in or not. Sensing someone watching, you glance over and catch him looking at you. He swiftly ducks out of sight. You blink at the doorway with a sweatdrop. "Um... Kid?" You call. Kid facepalms at how weird that most have seemed. He heads in, trying to look all cool.

                "New bomb design?" He inquires, looking at the shell of the bomb.

                "Mhm! Want to help?" You ask. He blinks at the question.

                "Uh sure, what do you want me to do?" He questions.

                "Can you add a twist to the spikes?" You murmur, holding up the shell and pointing at a spike you had just finished twisting.

                 "Alright," He breathes, gently taking it from your hands. You smile as he turns to the work bench, starting to use his powers to twist each spike.

                 "Thanks," You say, starting on the actual bomb. You glance over, admiring his ability. A slight pop makes you look down swiftly. "Hit the deck!" You gasp, tackling him to the ground just as the bomb blew up, shaking the workshop. You glance back, sitting up slightly. "Dammit," You breath. You look back down at Kid who stared up at you with a slight blush.

               "Could you-"

               "Oh, right! Sorry Kid, I didn't hurt ya did I?" You ask, swiftly getting off of him. He sits up, looking around at the site of the blast.

               "You're cleaning this up."