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Basic D.I.D. AKA Wonder Woman (Captain Marvelous x Kidnapped Reader)

Hello, readers.
This was a request by @TaylorGriffith879. Let me know what you think.

Enjoy! 😊

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Another day had begun, and Y/N was still in the same awful pickle.
It had all started about two days earlier.
During the weekend, she usually lay in bed asleep up to that awkward hour where you must decide whether to have lunch or breakfast (sometimes, she even managed to make it to that even more awkward hour where you must decide whether to have lunch or dinner, but that's another story).
Anyway, that particular morning was not to be good one; in fact, just as she was dumping her plates in the sink, a hoard of strange and unsettling creatures burst into her kitchen, armed with unseen technology. As soon as they spotted her, one who seemed to be the commander pointed his weird-looking arm at her and, with some unintelligible sounds, apparently ordered his minions to capture her, because they all charged her instantly.

That was the last thing she remembered.

In the 48 hours that followed the attack, Y/N had the chance to observe the creatures more closely, even though she did not really have a clear idea of what their plan was.
While recovering from a hit to the head, the girl studied her jailers, their weapons and their alien language. Finally, she recognised them.

Zangyack.
Space Empire Zangyack, to be more precise.
Y/N scolded herself for not connecting the dots earlier, but between the assault and her concussion, she really did not have the time nor the means to engage in cultural studies.
Besides, she knew enough about those guys from a reliable source.
A reliable source that made her blush harder than ever and stirred the butterflies in her stomach.

Red.
Her wonderful red.
That was not the reason for which they called him Captain Marvellous, but damn. For Y/N, that was the only reason that mattered.
Well, not entirely: she did not love his looks alone, but also his personality, his whole personality, from his determination and unflinching leadership to the way his seriousness sometimes gave way to cheeky sarcasm.

Wait... Did she use the word love?

Yes, she did. Damn.

Yes, there was no use denying that Y/N had a major crush on the Gokaiger, but she did not like it one bit. First of all, she was certain he did not reciprocate her feelings. Secondly, she did not want to jeopardise her friendship with him; she valued it far too much to even think about it.
What would happen if her deepest, darkest secret were to come out? It would probably be too awkward to be around him, and that would be the end of it.
No, that could not happen.

Y/N clenched her fist in frustration, and she finally noticed the chains that tied her to the bed.
It really put things into perspective: she was a prisoner, there were evil aliens inside her apartment, and her biggest concern was her (inexistent) love life.
In all honesty though, crushes can be terrifying, perhaps even more than a grotesque extraterrestrial gun aimed at your forehead.
Or maybe she was just crazy.

She facepalmed and sighed.
Why had those... Things targeted her?
She could not think of a single reason that made sense. What Y/N did know, however, was that they were not going to kill her, at least not anytime soon. If they wanted to do that, they would have done it at the beginning; besides, they were guarding her.
Just what on Earth was going on?
Again, she had absolutely no idea.
Heck.
She could only hope her rainbow friends, as she called them when she wanted to tease, would come save her soon.

Hours passed slowly, and Y/N grew more and more bored. Not as much as she would during her college lectures, but still.
She was bored to tears.
The Zangyack had been kind enough (note the sarcasm) to let her have something to eat (Fruit? Really? Yes, she was not allowed to leave her bedroom so she could not cook, but come on) and she was still confined to her bedroom-turned-cell.
It was quiet.
Oddly quiet.
Not that she did not enjoy the silence, it's just... It usually precedes chaos.
The good or the bad kind, she did not know.