Xavier Bronze
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Any given single command is only valid for twelve hours. Why is never explained.
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Bronze Mettle (MCU/DC SI)
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Any given single command is only valid for twelve hours. Why is never explained.
the explanation could be that's how long a single instance of the virus lives before replicating but the orders don't pass on to the new virus
I take it you are not going by the Comics Jane Foster as Thor then, where she is Thor, including a female version of his armour, and he is just "Odinson"
Xavier Bronze
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Thor is a person's name. If you borrow Steve's pencil sharpener, you don't suddenly get his memories, personality, and job. You aren't married to his wife. And your name sure as hell doesn't change to Steve. You're still you, just with a pencil sharpener, that used to belong to Steve. His power is now yours.
"Whoever so holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor."
Power. Not name. Not status. Power. His divine might has nothing to do with his identity as a person. If you want MCU proof, just look at The Vision. The Vision is still The Vision after he picks up the hammer. Thor's Thor-ness is never in question just because he's not the only "worthy" one anymore. Same goes for Phil Coulson, and Beta Ray Bill, and Jane Foster. They are not, nor will they ever be, Thor.
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In the comic, Thor actually lets his name be used as a legacy title. Initially, the woman doesn't want to take the name "Thor" though she holds the mantle of power and the outfit, but Odinson ends up actually naming her Thor. Jane is as much Thor as Odinson is.
They now call him Mister Coulson Hammer. When he has to take the tie off and take up the hammer, it's hammertime.
There, name debate resolved. *raspberry*
There, name debate resolved. *raspberry*
EnygmaSoul
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Pffft. Just call him Thunderstrike and be done with it.
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Fight As One
Xavier Bronze
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Constantine pours something from a flask into his glass of Kool-Aid, "And this spirit Shazam saw is where your power comes from?"
I dismiss the flame in my hand, "Yeah, I think so. It lets me control the elements, travel to the Spirit World… and maybe transform into a Kaiju and communicate with the dead. I'm not sure about those yet."
"What about this future sight thing? Is that part of the same deal?"
I smile, "No, that's all me. I'll tell you how it works, as soon as you sign a nondisclosure agreement."
I look around the room. Jessica's talking with Banner. Superman is chatting with Rhodey. The three SHIELD people are in a corner isolating themselves. I frown.
"Give me a sec, John." I strut over and flick Coulson in the ear.
"I'm a god now. That didn't even hurt."
I huff and gesture at Natasha and Clint, "These two always keep to each other, but I expected better from you! The whole point of this is for prospective members to get to meet the people they don't already know."
I glare at him, directly in the eyes. I nudge my head in the direction of Bruce and Jessica.
He sighs, "Alright."
I follow him. I pick up on the end of what Jessica's saying, "-Stronger than me?"
Bruce smiles at the floor, "Trust me. You don't want to find out."
Coulson says, "I do." He summons Mjolnir from across the room, "This hammer is pretty heavy. Maybe we can see who can throw it the farthest."
I laugh, "Why don't you just ask me? I know what the outcome would be."
Jessica glances at the place where the hammer was a few seconds ago, "I don't think it takes a Clairvoyant to see that."
Constantine joins our circle, "You left me cold, Xav. Just a sec my arse."
He just called me Xav! "Wow. I haven't heard that nickname in a long time."
He asks, "I can tell the look of someone who's had more than their share of losses. I didn't mean to drudge anything up."
I shake my head, "Nono. It's fine. Those are good memories. I don't mind at all." I sigh, "Alex... sometimes called me that. He was important to me."
Constantine lights up a cigarette, "I'm honored that you'd let me use his pet name then."
"It's not like that. Other people called me that too, once. It's just…"
"It meant more coming from him."
I look at Constantine. I guess he knows something about losing people too, "...Yeah."
Oh right. Coulson, Jessica, and Bruce are standing right here.
I cough, "Anyone wanna show off their moves? Constantine, you must have some party tricks. I could see if I could float some punch. I've only done water before, but..."
Jessica raises an eyebrow, "Fire and water? What are you? Captain Planet?"
"Never saw it, so I couldn't say. But yeah, pretty much. Theoretically I can control all four traditional elements plus 'spirit', whatever that means. So far I've only figured out fire and water, though."
Coulson adds, "Give yourself some credit. You have enough spirit mastery to travel to another plane of existence. That's gotta be worth something."
Constantine smiles, "She told me about that. I've been there a few times myself. 'Course I had to pay off a shaman and be high off my mind to do it. Must be the perks of having an angelic spirit grafted onto your soul."
Jessica looks back at me, "Angelic?"
"I don't think it's literally angelic." At least I kind of hope not, "I think Shazam was just putting it in terms he thought I could understand. It's probably pretty powerful though."
Constantine nods, "It'd have'ta be, if what you've told me other Avatars have done is true."
Bruce asks, "There are more of you? Why aren't they here? Don't you want all the freaks you can get?"
"No, there's only one Avatar as far as I know. The others are dead. Or maybe they never existed at all. I'm not sure."
Coulson explains, "Her Clairvoyance is hazy in completely arbitrary places."
I would object to the word arbitrary. But yeah. That's pretty much an accurate description.
Jessica presses the point, "The same Clairvoyance that told you I should avoid englishmen in purple suits."
"Yeah. He's a really bad guy. Whatever you're imagining he might do to you, the real thing is a lot worse." I turn to Coulson, "Speaking of, any luck on tracking him down?"
"Whoever he is, Kilgrave isn't a legal name. The sketch you helped us build has been put on facial recognition watchlists, but without a photo there's too much room for error to investigate every result. We're looking into alternatives."
John asks, "What can the bastard do that's so dangerous? I might be able to help nab him if you give me something to work with."
"Mind control. And that's exactly why I don't want anyone on this team anywhere near the physical investigation. The last thing we want is a psychopath with superhuman stooges. God forbid the man get any real ambition."
That suitably frightens my teammates. John nods, "Right then. Don't have to tell me twice."
Bruce is getting quiet. I pull him back into the conversation before he can drift away from the group, "Bruce. Are you planning to start your research again? You're not a fugitive anymore. Your genius is worth just as much to the world as the other guy's strength."
He smiles, "I think if we're going to make... this, work, I won't have the time or energy to do much of that. And I've been out of practice for a while."
I scold slightly, "The Hulk isn't an excuse to not live your life. You're sharing your time with someone else. You have to make what little you have to yourself count."
Constantine supports me, "I once met a poor sod named Ketch. He inherited a demon that possessed him come sundown, every day. You never met a man who loved his wife more. That man knew how to party. And party safely at that."
Jessica drops out of the group and slinks into a corner. Bruce is responding, but it looks like Constantine has taken up my cause. I step out and go over to her, "You okay?"
She looks at me, "I'm in a room with an alien, a psychic, a god, and a demon hunter. What do you think?"
I nod, "It's a lot to take in all at once."
She shakes her head, "I don't know if I can handle this. Fuck, I gave up my job to be here. What if I can't get it back?"
"I can call in a favor. If you were being questioned as a witness, they might not fire you for the missed time. No-one will hold it against you if you don't want to join. It's risky work."
"I would hold it against me. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You're giving me the choice between being a world-renowned hero, and being a desk jockey for the rest of my life."
"It's not a one-time offer. You can wait, and sign up later. And if you wear some kind of costume or mask you can always go back if the life doesn't suit you."
She glares at me, "I'm not stupid. There is no going back from something like this." She points at Superman, "This is the kind of shit that changes you. These people are already in it. I'm the only one here with a choice!"
"You're right." That breaks her out of her panic, which was the point, "You're different. But everyone here-" Bruce, "...Almost everyone here faced the same choice at some point. Have you talked to Superman yet?"
She looks at me disbelievingly, "How do you talk about that like it's something I can just go do?"
"Because you can." I point, "He's right there. This is a meet-and-greet. Go meet. Greet. Ask him about how he decided to start going out in tights. Or ask Rhodes, or Coulson. I'm not trying to pressure you into deciding now, but I am pointing out that you have resources that can make it easier."
She doesn't say anything. But she's also not moving.
Okay, let's try something else, "You have a sister, right? Adoptive? You two are close?"
She nods, "Trish. We haven't talked in a few weeks."
"Call her. Tell her. Talk to her about it." I throw up my hands, "I don't know you. Not really. I've seen some hypothetical future version of you that hopefully won't ever exist. It's your choice. These people know the choice, and Trish knows you."
She pulls out her phone and stares at it for a second, "I'm gonna step outside."
I dismiss the flame in my hand, "Yeah, I think so. It lets me control the elements, travel to the Spirit World… and maybe transform into a Kaiju and communicate with the dead. I'm not sure about those yet."
"What about this future sight thing? Is that part of the same deal?"
I smile, "No, that's all me. I'll tell you how it works, as soon as you sign a nondisclosure agreement."
I look around the room. Jessica's talking with Banner. Superman is chatting with Rhodey. The three SHIELD people are in a corner isolating themselves. I frown.
"Give me a sec, John." I strut over and flick Coulson in the ear.
"I'm a god now. That didn't even hurt."
I huff and gesture at Natasha and Clint, "These two always keep to each other, but I expected better from you! The whole point of this is for prospective members to get to meet the people they don't already know."
I glare at him, directly in the eyes. I nudge my head in the direction of Bruce and Jessica.
He sighs, "Alright."
I follow him. I pick up on the end of what Jessica's saying, "-Stronger than me?"
Bruce smiles at the floor, "Trust me. You don't want to find out."
Coulson says, "I do." He summons Mjolnir from across the room, "This hammer is pretty heavy. Maybe we can see who can throw it the farthest."
I laugh, "Why don't you just ask me? I know what the outcome would be."
Jessica glances at the place where the hammer was a few seconds ago, "I don't think it takes a Clairvoyant to see that."
Constantine joins our circle, "You left me cold, Xav. Just a sec my arse."
He just called me Xav! "Wow. I haven't heard that nickname in a long time."
He asks, "I can tell the look of someone who's had more than their share of losses. I didn't mean to drudge anything up."
I shake my head, "Nono. It's fine. Those are good memories. I don't mind at all." I sigh, "Alex... sometimes called me that. He was important to me."
Constantine lights up a cigarette, "I'm honored that you'd let me use his pet name then."
"It's not like that. Other people called me that too, once. It's just…"
"It meant more coming from him."
I look at Constantine. I guess he knows something about losing people too, "...Yeah."
Oh right. Coulson, Jessica, and Bruce are standing right here.
I cough, "Anyone wanna show off their moves? Constantine, you must have some party tricks. I could see if I could float some punch. I've only done water before, but..."
Jessica raises an eyebrow, "Fire and water? What are you? Captain Planet?"
"Never saw it, so I couldn't say. But yeah, pretty much. Theoretically I can control all four traditional elements plus 'spirit', whatever that means. So far I've only figured out fire and water, though."
Coulson adds, "Give yourself some credit. You have enough spirit mastery to travel to another plane of existence. That's gotta be worth something."
Constantine smiles, "She told me about that. I've been there a few times myself. 'Course I had to pay off a shaman and be high off my mind to do it. Must be the perks of having an angelic spirit grafted onto your soul."
Jessica looks back at me, "Angelic?"
"I don't think it's literally angelic." At least I kind of hope not, "I think Shazam was just putting it in terms he thought I could understand. It's probably pretty powerful though."
Constantine nods, "It'd have'ta be, if what you've told me other Avatars have done is true."
Bruce asks, "There are more of you? Why aren't they here? Don't you want all the freaks you can get?"
"No, there's only one Avatar as far as I know. The others are dead. Or maybe they never existed at all. I'm not sure."
Coulson explains, "Her Clairvoyance is hazy in completely arbitrary places."
I would object to the word arbitrary. But yeah. That's pretty much an accurate description.
Jessica presses the point, "The same Clairvoyance that told you I should avoid englishmen in purple suits."
"Yeah. He's a really bad guy. Whatever you're imagining he might do to you, the real thing is a lot worse." I turn to Coulson, "Speaking of, any luck on tracking him down?"
"Whoever he is, Kilgrave isn't a legal name. The sketch you helped us build has been put on facial recognition watchlists, but without a photo there's too much room for error to investigate every result. We're looking into alternatives."
John asks, "What can the bastard do that's so dangerous? I might be able to help nab him if you give me something to work with."
"Mind control. And that's exactly why I don't want anyone on this team anywhere near the physical investigation. The last thing we want is a psychopath with superhuman stooges. God forbid the man get any real ambition."
That suitably frightens my teammates. John nods, "Right then. Don't have to tell me twice."
Bruce is getting quiet. I pull him back into the conversation before he can drift away from the group, "Bruce. Are you planning to start your research again? You're not a fugitive anymore. Your genius is worth just as much to the world as the other guy's strength."
He smiles, "I think if we're going to make... this, work, I won't have the time or energy to do much of that. And I've been out of practice for a while."
I scold slightly, "The Hulk isn't an excuse to not live your life. You're sharing your time with someone else. You have to make what little you have to yourself count."
Constantine supports me, "I once met a poor sod named Ketch. He inherited a demon that possessed him come sundown, every day. You never met a man who loved his wife more. That man knew how to party. And party safely at that."
Jessica drops out of the group and slinks into a corner. Bruce is responding, but it looks like Constantine has taken up my cause. I step out and go over to her, "You okay?"
She looks at me, "I'm in a room with an alien, a psychic, a god, and a demon hunter. What do you think?"
I nod, "It's a lot to take in all at once."
She shakes her head, "I don't know if I can handle this. Fuck, I gave up my job to be here. What if I can't get it back?"
"I can call in a favor. If you were being questioned as a witness, they might not fire you for the missed time. No-one will hold it against you if you don't want to join. It's risky work."
"I would hold it against me. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You're giving me the choice between being a world-renowned hero, and being a desk jockey for the rest of my life."
"It's not a one-time offer. You can wait, and sign up later. And if you wear some kind of costume or mask you can always go back if the life doesn't suit you."
She glares at me, "I'm not stupid. There is no going back from something like this." She points at Superman, "This is the kind of shit that changes you. These people are already in it. I'm the only one here with a choice!"
"You're right." That breaks her out of her panic, which was the point, "You're different. But everyone here-" Bruce, "...Almost everyone here faced the same choice at some point. Have you talked to Superman yet?"
She looks at me disbelievingly, "How do you talk about that like it's something I can just go do?"
"Because you can." I point, "He's right there. This is a meet-and-greet. Go meet. Greet. Ask him about how he decided to start going out in tights. Or ask Rhodes, or Coulson. I'm not trying to pressure you into deciding now, but I am pointing out that you have resources that can make it easier."
She doesn't say anything. But she's also not moving.
Okay, let's try something else, "You have a sister, right? Adoptive? You two are close?"
She nods, "Trish. We haven't talked in a few weeks."
"Call her. Tell her. Talk to her about it." I throw up my hands, "I don't know you. Not really. I've seen some hypothetical future version of you that hopefully won't ever exist. It's your choice. These people know the choice, and Trish knows you."
She pulls out her phone and stares at it for a second, "I'm gonna step outside."
Xavier Bronze
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Does this Jessica Jones look like Krysten Ritter? You said in an earlier post that you kind of looked like Eliza Dushku. So I was curious if the two of you look as similar as the actresses, would people think you are related?
I guess someone could think they're related. Their facial and bone structures are off, but they do have similar eyes and hair. Maybe it'll come up if there's a good time for it. Having different last names and behaving like people who don't know each other well makes it unlikely that anyone at this party would make that mistake.
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But they're not related.
Trish Walker: Interlude
Xavier Bronze
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Trish Walker: Interlude
My phone rings with a tone I haven't heard all week. I instantly leave my producer to his rambling, "Excuse me, I have to take this." He complains, but I don't listen. I step away and answer, "Jess? What's going on? I haven't heard from you in a while."
She sounds distressed, "I need your opinion on something. I got a job offer."
Why is she conflicted? She hates the job she has now, "What's the job?"
"Some organization called SHIELD found out about my powers. They want me to join a team. I know that sounds bad, but it seems about as trustworthy as government work gets." She pauses, "Trish, I'm standing within fifty feet of Superman right now."
Oh my, "Superman? As in..."
"As in Superman. The Man of Steel. The hero of Metropolis. The guy in a red suit who flies around the world without the help of reindeer. Iron Man's sidekick is here too."
I don't know what to think about this, "They want you to work with Superman and War Machine?"
"And some other people too. There's a scientist who's supposed to transform into the Hulk. You know, the green monster that a bunch of people saw in Harlem? And there's some other chick who can see the future. I'm freaking out and I don't know what to do."
I start putting on my coat, "Where are you?"
"Upstate. A town called Marlboro near Poughkeepsie."
I push the elevator button, "Can I meet you there? We need to talk in person."
"Yeah. Thanks Trish."
I roll my eyes, "You're my best friend. This is big. Do you really think I wouldn't be there for you? Text me the address, I'll be there in half an hour."
"You don't have to rush, I think I'll be here for a while."
"We need to talk. I'll be there in half an hour. See you then." I hang up.
What's the fastest way there? Depends on if I can get a good cabbie or not.
Superman? I remember talking about getting her a costume when Superman first made his debut. But, now it's actually happening. I know I should be excited, but I'm really just scared. This isn't like stopping a mugging or something. The stuff those people do is dangerous. We don't know how strong Jessica is, and I can't lose her.
There. That cab is driving far over the speed limit. I wave and whistle, and they pull over. I jump in right away, "Marlboro in upstate. I'm in a hurry. I'll pay extra."
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
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Live To Rise
Xavier Bronze
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So far so good. No-one's started a fight yet. Jessica seemed to calm down a lot after talking with Trish, and she's talking with Superman now. I knew Trish would be supportive of the hero concept. I do want her to make her own decision, but... I also want her to decide to join the team. I think hero work would be good for her.
Rhodes gets my attention, "So we haven't really talked since the Ten Rings dropped a building on you. You okay?"
I nod, "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. Don't be too hard on yourself. There was no reason to think they'd have suits of their own."
"Okay maybe that was the wrong question. How are you okay?"
I laugh, "Part of water, I think. Or maybe spirit. I'm not sure. If I have access to clean water I can heal some kinds of injuries, including burns."
He nods, "So you're the team medic, on top of everything else."
"Constantine can probably do a healing spell in a pinch, but yeah. I guess I am. Try not to need it too often."
He smiles, "I'm just justifying a reason to protect you next time. I felt terrible when I heard what had happened. I never want to let something like that happen on my watch again."
"How about we protect each other? That's what a team does in the field, right?"
He concurs, "Leave no man behind."
I warn him, "Careful with the military talk around the newbies. We don't wanna scare 'em off. I know what we do is basically a military operation already. But some people like to delude themselves that somehow it's different if you're wearing a fancy outfit."
"Copy that."
I chuckle.
"I can't help but notice Tony isn't here."
I look at his face to judge his tone better, "I had something to do with that. I pointed out that in a combat scenario you bring everything he does without the ego and attitude. Fury agreed with me."
He doesn't seem upset at all about that, "Tony isn't going to like getting left out once he finds out about our little club here. Iron Man is the world's most popular human being right now."
I shake my head, "He knows he has problems. Acknowledging that isn't going to break him. Feeling left out might just give him some humility."
He looks at me, "That's cold."
I take a moment to collect my response, "It is. It's also the truth. He's a smart man, he deserves that much."
I glance over and oh dear. Superman and Jessica are readying for an arm-wrestling match. Bruce is watching them. That table won't survive if they're going all out.
A loud bang sounds and Jessica's arm is pinned flat against the table. Looks like Superman kept just enough restraint to avoid collateral damage. I guess he must be pretty good at that.
Ha. Jessica's face is funny. She can't move her arm at all. As soon as she shows frustration Superman takes mercy and releases her. He gives her an apologetic look and says something. She smiles in return, but is still obviously bothered by her thoughts.
I hear something else and turn to see Constantine punching Coulson repeatedly in the face. Clint and Natasha are watching, and Phil is smiling, so I guess it's not a problem.
This must be the part of the party where the house gets totaled by people showing off.
Eventually John stops and shakes off his hands. He laughs, "Did you even feel a damn thing?"
Phil feels his jaw, "I felt it. It just didn't hurt. Sorry to disappoint you."
"Mate, if we're fighting together I want you as tough as you can be. I'll feel a hell of a lot safer with you standing by my side."
The mood overtakes me and I shout over, "Hey Constantine! How good are you at controlling fire?"
He gives me an eyebrow, "Not as good as you, I'd wager."
I generate a fireball between my hands, "Try."
He turns to face me and takes a few steps forward. We exchange challenging looks and he holds out a hand towards me. He closes his eyes and starts muttering some sort of incantation.
Oh that's interesting. I can feel his influence on the fire. The parts that he's affecting are changing. They no longer feel like mine. I have to float it a little farther above my hands to avoid getting burned.
And then it starts to move. The way I move fire is by giving it energy trails to follow. He's not doing the same thing. Some thing about the fire changes, to make it want to follow something other than the path of least resistance. I can give it as much energy as I want, and it doesn't even slow it down. Magic is a whole other level of bullshit.
The fire flows right from my hands over to his, and reforms into a somewhat smaller ball in its new place.
Hmm. Let me try something. I can manipulate heat in much the same way I do fire. I know I can put out fire by moving all the heat away from an area. I've tested it out on candles at H.O.M.E..
I reach out toward his fireball and feel out the energy flow. It's chaotic, and backwards. Something's just wrong about it. It makes no sense. But it's still there. The fire is still drawing from the same basic kind of energy.
Maybe there's an easier way than freezing it out like I usually have to do. I start moving the energy away. Normally, the fire would just follow along. But thanks to the magic, it's not. It's just drawing from however much is left in place.
So as I clear the space free of energy, his fireball quickly shrinks, and then dies in a puff of smoke.
He frowns, "How did you do that?"
Does he not know? "Fire needs energy. That fire wasn't being fueled by anything, so all I needed to do was deprive it of the elemental energy it needed to stay alive."
"It was being fueled by magic."
I shake my head, "It was being held in place by magic. Control and source aren't the same thing when it comes to fire. ...I can feel it."
John looks at me, mental gears turning, "Remind me to ask you for a lesson on 'elemental energy' someday."
"It's a date." As soon as the words are out of my mouth I regret them. But, surprisingly he doesn't react to the phrasing in any untoward way. He simply gives me a genuine and respectful smile.
Oh look, Bruce and Natasha are talking. Should I rescue them from each other? No. It looks like Clint left them to it to go get some food. We catch each other watching over the two and I throw him a telling smile.
He walks past me and I follow him to the far corner. He asks, "Do you know something about those two?"
I smirk, "Yes. And the answer is yes. Is that a good thing?"
He looks back at them just as they break off to talk with other people, "I don't know. Nat's never really done the romance thing. Not for real, anyway. Life like hers makes it hard. Spend your whole life lying to people to make them love you, how do you get someone to trust you the honest way?"
"I can see how that would make it difficult. Whether it happens or not, I think we have a few years. Neither of them are ready right now. Bruce is still fresh off his ex. They both have recently reinforced trust issues."
He nods, "She doesn't show it, but what you told me that I told her, hit her pretty hard. She's started isolating herself, more than usual."
"Hopefully being an Avenger can help with that."
My phone timer beeps.
"That's my queue." I call out to everyone, "Alright Avengers. Let's gather up."
They start to form a sort-of lopsided circle. I make sure the tape recorder is visible when I click the record button.
"I think most of us have met each other already, but just in case, we're gonna go around and introduce ourselves. You don't have to give your real name if you don't want to. But SHIELD regulations require that everyone have a codename. You can also give a brief summary of your powers, or not. If you want to join the team now, you can add, 'And I'm an Avenger!' But it's not required."
Jessica snarks, "AA much?" A few suppressed giggles sound from the circle.
I knew this was the wrong way to go with this, "Vocal declaration seemed more convenient than collecting signatures. The record needs it to be clearly stated in simple and consistent words. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can sign something instead..."
She submits, "No, I'm fine. Go on."
"I'll start. I'm Xavier Bronze. Current codename Clairvoyant, but I keep asking to get that changed to Avatar. I can control and generate fire, heal wounds with and manipulate water, and see some possible futures." Glare at Jessica, "And I'm an Avenger."
I turn to Clint to my left. He takes a moment to figure out that he's supposed to go next, "My name is Barton, codename Hawkeye. I use a bow and arrow, and haven't missed a target in going on three years now. And I'm an Avenger."
Phil goes next, "I'm Agent Coulson. You can call me the Thunderer." He pulls his hammer to him from across the room, "This hammer gives me all the power of the Norse god Thor. Strength, durability, lightning and weather control, and limited flight. And I'm an Avenger."
Superman waits a polite moment, "I'm Superman. I'm an alien from the planet Krypton. And I'm an Avenger. The yellow sunlight here in combination with the relatively low gravity gives me superhuman strength, speed, and durability. I can fly." Rhodes opens his mouth to start but-, "I also have heat vision and x-ray vision, freeze breath, superhuman hearing. And I don't need to eat as long as I have access to sunlight."
Rhodes looks mildly annoyed and waits slightly longer than necessary to make sure he's done, "Colonel James Rhodes of the United States Air Force. I'm an Avenger. Tony Stark is a close personal friend of mine, and I recently acquired one of his suits and took on the name War Machine. When I'm wearing the suit I can-"
Constantine interrupts him, "Does anyone here not know what an Iron Man suit can do? No? Right then. Let's hear from the lovely ladies."
Natasha doesn't quite smile, "I'm known as the Black Widow. I'm trained in martial arts, assassination, espionage, and interrogation. And I'm an Avenger."
Jessica looks around at us all, "I'm Jessica. I don't know if I really want to do this yet, and I don't know what my name would be if I did. I'm not as strong as anyone else who can claim to be strong, and I… don't really have anything else. I don't really know why I was invited when you have Superman. But I'm here, and I'm done talking."
Bruce is obviously uncomfortable at the attention, "My name is Bruce Banner. I'm a leading scientist in the fields of radiology and bioorganic chemistry. But I'm here on behalf of what you might know as the Hulk, who transforms into me when he calms down. It-" I give him a pointedly disappointed glare, "...He, is bigger, stronger and much less friendly than I am. And as far as I know, as long as he exists, neither of us can die."
There's a somber silence, which John quickly breaks, "I'm John Constantine. Xav tells me my codename is Hellblazer, which I'm growing to like more every time I hear it. I'm a demonologist, master of the Dark Arts, and overall nasty son of a bitch to anything that calls Hell its home." He pauses for a moment, "And I guess while I'm at it I might as well be a bloody Avenger."
And that's everyone.
And then the doorbell rings.
Rhodes gets my attention, "So we haven't really talked since the Ten Rings dropped a building on you. You okay?"
I nod, "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. Don't be too hard on yourself. There was no reason to think they'd have suits of their own."
"Okay maybe that was the wrong question. How are you okay?"
I laugh, "Part of water, I think. Or maybe spirit. I'm not sure. If I have access to clean water I can heal some kinds of injuries, including burns."
He nods, "So you're the team medic, on top of everything else."
"Constantine can probably do a healing spell in a pinch, but yeah. I guess I am. Try not to need it too often."
He smiles, "I'm just justifying a reason to protect you next time. I felt terrible when I heard what had happened. I never want to let something like that happen on my watch again."
"How about we protect each other? That's what a team does in the field, right?"
He concurs, "Leave no man behind."
I warn him, "Careful with the military talk around the newbies. We don't wanna scare 'em off. I know what we do is basically a military operation already. But some people like to delude themselves that somehow it's different if you're wearing a fancy outfit."
"Copy that."
I chuckle.
"I can't help but notice Tony isn't here."
I look at his face to judge his tone better, "I had something to do with that. I pointed out that in a combat scenario you bring everything he does without the ego and attitude. Fury agreed with me."
He doesn't seem upset at all about that, "Tony isn't going to like getting left out once he finds out about our little club here. Iron Man is the world's most popular human being right now."
I shake my head, "He knows he has problems. Acknowledging that isn't going to break him. Feeling left out might just give him some humility."
He looks at me, "That's cold."
I take a moment to collect my response, "It is. It's also the truth. He's a smart man, he deserves that much."
I glance over and oh dear. Superman and Jessica are readying for an arm-wrestling match. Bruce is watching them. That table won't survive if they're going all out.
A loud bang sounds and Jessica's arm is pinned flat against the table. Looks like Superman kept just enough restraint to avoid collateral damage. I guess he must be pretty good at that.
Ha. Jessica's face is funny. She can't move her arm at all. As soon as she shows frustration Superman takes mercy and releases her. He gives her an apologetic look and says something. She smiles in return, but is still obviously bothered by her thoughts.
I hear something else and turn to see Constantine punching Coulson repeatedly in the face. Clint and Natasha are watching, and Phil is smiling, so I guess it's not a problem.
This must be the part of the party where the house gets totaled by people showing off.
Eventually John stops and shakes off his hands. He laughs, "Did you even feel a damn thing?"
Phil feels his jaw, "I felt it. It just didn't hurt. Sorry to disappoint you."
"Mate, if we're fighting together I want you as tough as you can be. I'll feel a hell of a lot safer with you standing by my side."
The mood overtakes me and I shout over, "Hey Constantine! How good are you at controlling fire?"
He gives me an eyebrow, "Not as good as you, I'd wager."
I generate a fireball between my hands, "Try."
He turns to face me and takes a few steps forward. We exchange challenging looks and he holds out a hand towards me. He closes his eyes and starts muttering some sort of incantation.
Oh that's interesting. I can feel his influence on the fire. The parts that he's affecting are changing. They no longer feel like mine. I have to float it a little farther above my hands to avoid getting burned.
And then it starts to move. The way I move fire is by giving it energy trails to follow. He's not doing the same thing. Some thing about the fire changes, to make it want to follow something other than the path of least resistance. I can give it as much energy as I want, and it doesn't even slow it down. Magic is a whole other level of bullshit.
The fire flows right from my hands over to his, and reforms into a somewhat smaller ball in its new place.
Hmm. Let me try something. I can manipulate heat in much the same way I do fire. I know I can put out fire by moving all the heat away from an area. I've tested it out on candles at H.O.M.E..
I reach out toward his fireball and feel out the energy flow. It's chaotic, and backwards. Something's just wrong about it. It makes no sense. But it's still there. The fire is still drawing from the same basic kind of energy.
Maybe there's an easier way than freezing it out like I usually have to do. I start moving the energy away. Normally, the fire would just follow along. But thanks to the magic, it's not. It's just drawing from however much is left in place.
So as I clear the space free of energy, his fireball quickly shrinks, and then dies in a puff of smoke.
He frowns, "How did you do that?"
Does he not know? "Fire needs energy. That fire wasn't being fueled by anything, so all I needed to do was deprive it of the elemental energy it needed to stay alive."
"It was being fueled by magic."
I shake my head, "It was being held in place by magic. Control and source aren't the same thing when it comes to fire. ...I can feel it."
John looks at me, mental gears turning, "Remind me to ask you for a lesson on 'elemental energy' someday."
"It's a date." As soon as the words are out of my mouth I regret them. But, surprisingly he doesn't react to the phrasing in any untoward way. He simply gives me a genuine and respectful smile.
Oh look, Bruce and Natasha are talking. Should I rescue them from each other? No. It looks like Clint left them to it to go get some food. We catch each other watching over the two and I throw him a telling smile.
He walks past me and I follow him to the far corner. He asks, "Do you know something about those two?"
I smirk, "Yes. And the answer is yes. Is that a good thing?"
He looks back at them just as they break off to talk with other people, "I don't know. Nat's never really done the romance thing. Not for real, anyway. Life like hers makes it hard. Spend your whole life lying to people to make them love you, how do you get someone to trust you the honest way?"
"I can see how that would make it difficult. Whether it happens or not, I think we have a few years. Neither of them are ready right now. Bruce is still fresh off his ex. They both have recently reinforced trust issues."
He nods, "She doesn't show it, but what you told me that I told her, hit her pretty hard. She's started isolating herself, more than usual."
"Hopefully being an Avenger can help with that."
My phone timer beeps.
"That's my queue." I call out to everyone, "Alright Avengers. Let's gather up."
They start to form a sort-of lopsided circle. I make sure the tape recorder is visible when I click the record button.
"I think most of us have met each other already, but just in case, we're gonna go around and introduce ourselves. You don't have to give your real name if you don't want to. But SHIELD regulations require that everyone have a codename. You can also give a brief summary of your powers, or not. If you want to join the team now, you can add, 'And I'm an Avenger!' But it's not required."
Jessica snarks, "AA much?" A few suppressed giggles sound from the circle.
I knew this was the wrong way to go with this, "Vocal declaration seemed more convenient than collecting signatures. The record needs it to be clearly stated in simple and consistent words. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can sign something instead..."
She submits, "No, I'm fine. Go on."
"I'll start. I'm Xavier Bronze. Current codename Clairvoyant, but I keep asking to get that changed to Avatar. I can control and generate fire, heal wounds with and manipulate water, and see some possible futures." Glare at Jessica, "And I'm an Avenger."
I turn to Clint to my left. He takes a moment to figure out that he's supposed to go next, "My name is Barton, codename Hawkeye. I use a bow and arrow, and haven't missed a target in going on three years now. And I'm an Avenger."
Phil goes next, "I'm Agent Coulson. You can call me the Thunderer." He pulls his hammer to him from across the room, "This hammer gives me all the power of the Norse god Thor. Strength, durability, lightning and weather control, and limited flight. And I'm an Avenger."
Superman waits a polite moment, "I'm Superman. I'm an alien from the planet Krypton. And I'm an Avenger. The yellow sunlight here in combination with the relatively low gravity gives me superhuman strength, speed, and durability. I can fly." Rhodes opens his mouth to start but-, "I also have heat vision and x-ray vision, freeze breath, superhuman hearing. And I don't need to eat as long as I have access to sunlight."
Rhodes looks mildly annoyed and waits slightly longer than necessary to make sure he's done, "Colonel James Rhodes of the United States Air Force. I'm an Avenger. Tony Stark is a close personal friend of mine, and I recently acquired one of his suits and took on the name War Machine. When I'm wearing the suit I can-"
Constantine interrupts him, "Does anyone here not know what an Iron Man suit can do? No? Right then. Let's hear from the lovely ladies."
Natasha doesn't quite smile, "I'm known as the Black Widow. I'm trained in martial arts, assassination, espionage, and interrogation. And I'm an Avenger."
Jessica looks around at us all, "I'm Jessica. I don't know if I really want to do this yet, and I don't know what my name would be if I did. I'm not as strong as anyone else who can claim to be strong, and I… don't really have anything else. I don't really know why I was invited when you have Superman. But I'm here, and I'm done talking."
Bruce is obviously uncomfortable at the attention, "My name is Bruce Banner. I'm a leading scientist in the fields of radiology and bioorganic chemistry. But I'm here on behalf of what you might know as the Hulk, who transforms into me when he calms down. It-" I give him a pointedly disappointed glare, "...He, is bigger, stronger and much less friendly than I am. And as far as I know, as long as he exists, neither of us can die."
There's a somber silence, which John quickly breaks, "I'm John Constantine. Xav tells me my codename is Hellblazer, which I'm growing to like more every time I hear it. I'm a demonologist, master of the Dark Arts, and overall nasty son of a bitch to anything that calls Hell its home." He pauses for a moment, "And I guess while I'm at it I might as well be a bloody Avenger."
And that's everyone.
And then the doorbell rings.
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Princess of Memes, Shitposts, and Puns
And I'm an alcoholic!
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
Three of them are, anyway.
EnygmaSoul
Company of Negotiable Virtue
- Location
- In your eyes and in your arms and in your head.
Ok, they have just formally declared themselves as Avengers. That means even though it would be perfectly logical for the doorbell to be Trish, the odds have significantly gone up that it's actually Galactus.
Krazyfan1
Worrying for the future.
- Location
- Australia
Galactus: "can i be an Avenger too?"
A League of Our Own
Xavier Bronze
The Avatar
- Location
- Metropolis
I open the door and see Trish Walker instead of Matt Murdock like I was expecting.
I call out, "Jessica, it's for you!" Back to the newcomer, "Hi. I'm Xavier."
She asks suspiciously, "How did you know who I was here to see?"
Jessica answers, "She's the psychic I told you about. Creepy, isn't it?"
...I'm creepy?
Jessica says, "Come on in."
Trish comes in and is immediately starstruck by the circle of imposing figures and strong personalities.
Jessica points around the circle, "Superman, War Machine, Black Widow, the Hulk, Hellblazer, Hawkeye, Thunderer, and Xavier's the Clairvoyant."
I shake my head, "Please don't call me that."
Trish looks around at everyone again, "You're all superheroes?"
Clint answers, "More or less. Not all of us are super. Not all of us are heroes. But we're all here to do what we can."
Jessica talks to her sister, "I've been talking to all of them all day. It seems like it's for real. That's definitely actually Superman, at least."
Trish turns, "Oh yeah? Superman has x-ray vision, right? What color underwear am I wearing?"
He shrinks back, scratching his neck, "...I don't answer that question anymore. If you want to put up a certain number of fingers behind your back…"
Jessica interrupts, "It's him. It looks like him, he can fly, and he's stronger than me. Do you really think I haven't been checking for fraud? I'm suspicious too."
Trish snaps, "You damn well should be. We've never even met another person with powers before, and now suddenly this group contacts you offering heroism and fame? It's a trap. I just haven't figured out what for yet."
I answer, "For good. It's a trap for good." She's listening now, "You're right. We are trying to incentivize Jessica to join us. We want her here. But we want her with us for the good of the team, for the good of the human race, and her own damn good too. Fuck, Trish, you must know how bored she's been. Desk job after desk job doing tedious, endless nothings for the benefit of BP and Coca Cola. She's wasted doing jobs that anyone out of middle school could do just as well. She's unique."
She looks at me sternly, "My theory is cult, and I haven't seen or heard anything yet that disproves that. Just because you have powers doesn't mean you know what's best for her."
"You're right. The fact that I can see the future does." I sigh, "She saves people, one way or another. It's who she is. If I hadn't stepped in she would have lost months of her life as a consequence of saving someone. And even then she would have gone to hell and back to save someone else. And then she tried to spare the man who put her through that hell."
Time to pull out the big guns.
"And you know I'm right, because she's saved you too. The bathroom, when you were teenagers. Your mother wanted you to lose weight for the role of Patsy. She never bothered you after that, did she?"
She's tearing up. Maybe I took it too far.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up. I just need you to know that I'm on her side. And that means we're on the same side."
Constantine breaks into the conversation, "No-one's here who doesn't want to be, miss. Your friend's in good hands."
Trish wipes away the tears, "Jessica, can we talk outside?"
Jessica nods and the two quickly clear out, leaving the rest of us to speculate on what's being said.
Bruce comments, "And here I thought I'd be the hardest one to convince."
I shake my head, "Daredevil didn't even show up. Still, three out of four isn't bad."
Superman adds, "I get the feeling I'm only here because of you too. And Rhodes tells me you recommended him over Stark. That makes five out of six."
Phil smiles, "I only have this hammer because of her."
I protest, "There's about four others I didn't bother mentioning because there wasn't a chance in hell that they'd accept." Oliver, Kara, May, "...But I am pretty awesome, aren't I."
Clint joins in, "Hey, now wait a minute. Nat would've brought Bruce in with or without you. You've said as much yourself before. He doesn't count."
Natasha nods, "And while Thunderer might not be here, Thor himself would be."
I turn to Phil, "See? That brings me down to…" Count it up, "...Four out of nine. I think."
Bruce turns to Nat, "What would you have said to bring me in without her offering to help me control the other guy?"
"I didn't offer to help you control the other guy. I offered to help you build a working, stable relationship with him that's mutually beneficial. There's a big difference."
Natasha ignores me and answers the original inquiry, "I don't know what I would've said. You'd have to ask her."
I shrug, "I don't remember that well. Sorry. Not an important moment."
I've spent a lot of time combing through my memory for details. Just thinking about the movies for hours and hours, trying to eek out every bit of information that might be leftover from Alex before I forget anything crucial. After all, it's not information I can get anywhere else. But dialogue hasn't exactly been the focus.
Oh right, I should probably mention that, "John." Constantine looks at me, "At some point there might be a situation involving a little girl and a demon. You might think it's a good idea to summon a bigger, badder demon to scare it off. Think again. That's a massively stupid plan that gets the little girl banished to hell. I'm fucking disappointed you didn't get that right the first time. Don't fuck it up this time."
He lights up a cigarette, "Thanks for the warning." I'm a little surprised he didn't take offense at that. But I guess he might have experience with psychics shaming him for things he hasn't done yet. I wonder if he'll actually listen.
Rhodes asks, "Anything else you want to tell us while we're all here together?"
"Don't trust anyone named Zemo? Run away from anything that looks silly enough to be in a children's cartoon? Oh, should we develop a code so we can tell if any of us are ever replaced by a shapeshifting imposter?"
Phil jumps at the opportunity, "Something like Queen to King's Level One?"
I wave him off, "Something more memorable than that. Besides, isn't that a little on the nose?"
Clint suggests, "How about 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good'?"
"Perfect." In ways only the Order members among us truly understand.
Superman answers, "I liked Queen to King's Level One."
I roll my eyes, "Whatever. We'll get the idea whichever we use."
Natasha says, "I'm not telling you my code."
I look at her, "Then how are any of us gonna know if it's you or not?"
She and Clint exchange a look.
"Oh, well of course he'd know."
Superman leans in to me, "So, are those two…"
"No. Not married. Not siblings. Just close. Yes, that can be a thing."
He quickly backtracks, "Oh no, I know. I didn't mean to assume. I have a friend, Watchtower. We've known each other forever and never..."
I laugh a little at his expense, "Cool it, boyscout. You don't need to be so touchy all the time."
Wait, Chloe's a thing here?
"Blonde? Used to be a reporter for the school paper?"
He gawks for the barest moment, "Just how much of my life do you know?"
"Know? Not very much. But I have a pretty good idea of what most of it might have been like. Your father's still alive, right? The human one?"
He nods, worried, "Should I be worried?"
"Probably not. He usually either dies when you're still a teen or else lives long into your adulthood. But maybe convince him to get his heart checked out just to be safe."
"Thanks."
I wait a moment, "You know, I thought about inviting your cousin."
He glares at me a little bit.
I continue, "I figured with you as an example, she'll come into hero work when she's ready for it. No need to rush things."
He nods, still a little offput by my knowledge, "I appreciate that."
I guess I am pretty creepy sometimes.
I call out, "Jessica, it's for you!" Back to the newcomer, "Hi. I'm Xavier."
She asks suspiciously, "How did you know who I was here to see?"
Jessica answers, "She's the psychic I told you about. Creepy, isn't it?"
...I'm creepy?
Jessica says, "Come on in."
Trish comes in and is immediately starstruck by the circle of imposing figures and strong personalities.
Jessica points around the circle, "Superman, War Machine, Black Widow, the Hulk, Hellblazer, Hawkeye, Thunderer, and Xavier's the Clairvoyant."
I shake my head, "Please don't call me that."
Trish looks around at everyone again, "You're all superheroes?"
Clint answers, "More or less. Not all of us are super. Not all of us are heroes. But we're all here to do what we can."
Jessica talks to her sister, "I've been talking to all of them all day. It seems like it's for real. That's definitely actually Superman, at least."
Trish turns, "Oh yeah? Superman has x-ray vision, right? What color underwear am I wearing?"
He shrinks back, scratching his neck, "...I don't answer that question anymore. If you want to put up a certain number of fingers behind your back…"
Jessica interrupts, "It's him. It looks like him, he can fly, and he's stronger than me. Do you really think I haven't been checking for fraud? I'm suspicious too."
Trish snaps, "You damn well should be. We've never even met another person with powers before, and now suddenly this group contacts you offering heroism and fame? It's a trap. I just haven't figured out what for yet."
I answer, "For good. It's a trap for good." She's listening now, "You're right. We are trying to incentivize Jessica to join us. We want her here. But we want her with us for the good of the team, for the good of the human race, and her own damn good too. Fuck, Trish, you must know how bored she's been. Desk job after desk job doing tedious, endless nothings for the benefit of BP and Coca Cola. She's wasted doing jobs that anyone out of middle school could do just as well. She's unique."
She looks at me sternly, "My theory is cult, and I haven't seen or heard anything yet that disproves that. Just because you have powers doesn't mean you know what's best for her."
"You're right. The fact that I can see the future does." I sigh, "She saves people, one way or another. It's who she is. If I hadn't stepped in she would have lost months of her life as a consequence of saving someone. And even then she would have gone to hell and back to save someone else. And then she tried to spare the man who put her through that hell."
Time to pull out the big guns.
"And you know I'm right, because she's saved you too. The bathroom, when you were teenagers. Your mother wanted you to lose weight for the role of Patsy. She never bothered you after that, did she?"
She's tearing up. Maybe I took it too far.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up. I just need you to know that I'm on her side. And that means we're on the same side."
Constantine breaks into the conversation, "No-one's here who doesn't want to be, miss. Your friend's in good hands."
Trish wipes away the tears, "Jessica, can we talk outside?"
Jessica nods and the two quickly clear out, leaving the rest of us to speculate on what's being said.
Bruce comments, "And here I thought I'd be the hardest one to convince."
I shake my head, "Daredevil didn't even show up. Still, three out of four isn't bad."
Superman adds, "I get the feeling I'm only here because of you too. And Rhodes tells me you recommended him over Stark. That makes five out of six."
Phil smiles, "I only have this hammer because of her."
I protest, "There's about four others I didn't bother mentioning because there wasn't a chance in hell that they'd accept." Oliver, Kara, May, "...But I am pretty awesome, aren't I."
Clint joins in, "Hey, now wait a minute. Nat would've brought Bruce in with or without you. You've said as much yourself before. He doesn't count."
Natasha nods, "And while Thunderer might not be here, Thor himself would be."
I turn to Phil, "See? That brings me down to…" Count it up, "...Four out of nine. I think."
Bruce turns to Nat, "What would you have said to bring me in without her offering to help me control the other guy?"
"I didn't offer to help you control the other guy. I offered to help you build a working, stable relationship with him that's mutually beneficial. There's a big difference."
Natasha ignores me and answers the original inquiry, "I don't know what I would've said. You'd have to ask her."
I shrug, "I don't remember that well. Sorry. Not an important moment."
I've spent a lot of time combing through my memory for details. Just thinking about the movies for hours and hours, trying to eek out every bit of information that might be leftover from Alex before I forget anything crucial. After all, it's not information I can get anywhere else. But dialogue hasn't exactly been the focus.
Oh right, I should probably mention that, "John." Constantine looks at me, "At some point there might be a situation involving a little girl and a demon. You might think it's a good idea to summon a bigger, badder demon to scare it off. Think again. That's a massively stupid plan that gets the little girl banished to hell. I'm fucking disappointed you didn't get that right the first time. Don't fuck it up this time."
He lights up a cigarette, "Thanks for the warning." I'm a little surprised he didn't take offense at that. But I guess he might have experience with psychics shaming him for things he hasn't done yet. I wonder if he'll actually listen.
Rhodes asks, "Anything else you want to tell us while we're all here together?"
"Don't trust anyone named Zemo? Run away from anything that looks silly enough to be in a children's cartoon? Oh, should we develop a code so we can tell if any of us are ever replaced by a shapeshifting imposter?"
Phil jumps at the opportunity, "Something like Queen to King's Level One?"
I wave him off, "Something more memorable than that. Besides, isn't that a little on the nose?"
Clint suggests, "How about 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good'?"
"Perfect." In ways only the Order members among us truly understand.
Superman answers, "I liked Queen to King's Level One."
I roll my eyes, "Whatever. We'll get the idea whichever we use."
Natasha says, "I'm not telling you my code."
I look at her, "Then how are any of us gonna know if it's you or not?"
She and Clint exchange a look.
"Oh, well of course he'd know."
Superman leans in to me, "So, are those two…"
"No. Not married. Not siblings. Just close. Yes, that can be a thing."
He quickly backtracks, "Oh no, I know. I didn't mean to assume. I have a friend, Watchtower. We've known each other forever and never..."
I laugh a little at his expense, "Cool it, boyscout. You don't need to be so touchy all the time."
Wait, Chloe's a thing here?
"Blonde? Used to be a reporter for the school paper?"
He gawks for the barest moment, "Just how much of my life do you know?"
"Know? Not very much. But I have a pretty good idea of what most of it might have been like. Your father's still alive, right? The human one?"
He nods, worried, "Should I be worried?"
"Probably not. He usually either dies when you're still a teen or else lives long into your adulthood. But maybe convince him to get his heart checked out just to be safe."
"Thanks."
I wait a moment, "You know, I thought about inviting your cousin."
He glares at me a little bit.
I continue, "I figured with you as an example, she'll come into hero work when she's ready for it. No need to rush things."
He nods, still a little offput by my knowledge, "I appreciate that."
I guess I am pretty creepy sometimes.
- Location
- Russia
Creeeeeeeeeeeeepy...
- Location
- USA
Its like in one of those bad Mary Sue fics where suddenly someone appears that happens to be your Childhood!Best Friend!First Crush!Step-Sibling! Half-Alien/Half-Demon/Demigod who had your memories wiped to protect you from the Forces of Darkness™.
Well at least she gets things wrong sometimes
Well at least she gets things wrong sometimes