Squirrel Girl

"You were- hold on, you were on one of the trivia cards!" Doreen Green chirped as she fumbled a deck of Deadpool branded laminate cards. Mandrill's brain processed at lightning speed as he realized that he was inches away from being beat up yet again. If she learned his powers and how they worked, she could easily take action to counteract them or flee, and though he didn't recognize her, she was clearly in some sort of supersuit with rounded ears on a headband, a large bushy tail, and a brown/orange colour scheme that's too well-designed to be someone's average outfit. Thinking quickly, he reached out and slapped the deck of cards out of her hand, scattering them across the dirt. "Aw nuts!" She cried, "come on man, you don't just slap a gal's hands!" Doreen squat down and started picking up each card individually, lifting her eyes to the figure in front of her. He looked scared, and a jolt of anxiety hit her as she wondered if she had frightened him. She reached out to reassure him, like one would a wild horse. His face shifted from fear to confusion to an expression of smugness. Doreen smiled shakily as he regained his confidence, knowing inherently that he has enough for the both of them. The Mandrill recovered quickly, taking her hand in his leathery grasp, saying, "I am The Mandrill. You need not look to your cards for a biography, I would be more than happy to answer any of your questions myself. But if introductions are in order, I would ask for yours first." Doreen was mesmerized by the strange speaking pattern and intoxicating smell coming from the stranger, and immediately divulged everything. Her address, her secret identity, all her various escapades, she would tell him anything to keep his attention on her. Nothing felt better.

"Sorry, you defeated Galactus?" Mandrill interrupted as his new thrall was explaining her life's story. She blushed deeply before saying, "Well I just took him to another planet he could eat it wasn't like I beat him in a fistfight or anything," she chuckled, suddenly embarrassed by the positive attention of her newfound crush. The Mandrill spent some time in thought, wondering how much heat he has brought on himself by dominating this girl as she stared at him expectantly.
"So what were you doing in Central Park Mr Drill?"
"I was- sorry, do you think my last name is Drill? I'm currently lacking a residence after an... attack, you could say, by Kraven the Hunter."
"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that, if there's anything I can do please let me know I'd love to help!"
"Well I imagine you have a home of some sort Doreen, don't you? Surely I could take up residence, if only briefly."
"Oh, uh, sorry sir, I have a roommate. I don't really want to step on anyone's toes..."
Mandrill stared in shock. First whats-her-name this morning and now Doreen. Two women, under his control, have blatantly denied him. He analyzed the freckled face of the girl before him, her bucktoothed smile gone from her face as her fear of disappointing him overtakes her. "I'm really sorry sir, if you could stay with me I'd do it in a heartbeat, but I just can't. Anything else you need, just let me know, okay?"