sonicfan315..CH_101a - Bruce, Tony, Argentina, Thor
Part 1: The Convincing.
I'll do a follow up at a later point.
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The phrase 'how do I end up in these situations' gets brought up a lot in the life of your average superhero, with things like super-villain attacks, cosmic threats, and even the design of their own costume. Thankfully the Avengers were not your average superheroes. Super teams are created for a reason after all, and as for the costumes fortunately they have people for that. There may be an Un- missing somewhere in that sentence, as said people now included Janet Van Dyne.
First up on the firing squad was Hulk. He obviously needed an update on the look, one can only use the ripped pants look so many times.
"No" Unfortunately for Miss Van Dyne, that was not the answer she was looking for.
"Come on Bruce, you seriously need to update your wardrobe. The ripped pants can only work for so long."
"The ripped pants weren't my idea." his hand went to the bridge of his nose. "How would you get the big guy into that anyway? The only reason the pants stay on is because I make sure all of my pants stretch, I can't even wear the same pair after the big guy's through with them they just fall off. Also why is he grey?"
"I-I um," she managed to stutter out her face tinting red "I hadn't finished coloring it yet. Anyway, please Bruce? Just humor me."
"Fine I'll make you a deal, if you can get a version that will fit both me and the big guy I'll wear it at least once."
The squeal and rib crushing hug was definitely not the impetus for the deal, nor where the inhumanly compelling watery eyes that she was able to call up on demand.
Anyway, if it was that easy getting Bruce to agree then the rest of the group shouldn't be a problem, right?
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"No."
"Tony…."
"No. I designed my own suit and if I wanted a wardrobe change, which I don't, I could either design it myself or have my own people do it for me."
"You have people for that?"
"Some of my designs aren't entirely safe for the public viewing according to them."
"Ah, would you at least like to see what I came up with for some of the others?"
He held out his hand, and she passed him the sketch book.
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"No" came the answer, starting to get old to Janet.
"Argentina."
"Tony?"
"Tony."
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"Thor, please take a seat."
"I heard your summons Miss Van Dyne, thou wish to speak with me?"
The chair gave a groan of protest as all three hundred plus pounds of Armored Norse god weighed upon it.
"Well I've been looking at some of your past exploits, and I've come to the conclusion that your image needs an update."
"An update?"
"Well, all of you keep wearing the same costumes." She smiled "So I decided to help you guys out, here take a look."
She handed the Sketchbook to Thor opened to the first design she had for him.
"I believe I shall keep my normal look."
"What?"
"Look here." The God of Thunder pointed at a variety of spots on the outfit. "these colors clash, this does not fit with the look of the outfit." With each point he spoke as if they were ever increasing sins against the very concept of good taste. "The wings on the helmet are distractingly large, this does not fit with Mjölnir, and worst of all the god of thunder is a spring not a summer." The last was gasped out as if the mistake was the worst of all possible crimes.
"How do you..?"
"Jane has introduced me to the television, I have enjoyed many watchings of The View with her!"
"Right, I think we're done here…"
"Indeed, good morrow Lady Van Dyne."
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"Steve come on in, take a seat."
"Miss Van Dyne." The chair creaked as he sat down.
"Please, call me Janet."
"So what's this I'm hearing about new uniforms?"
"I've been bringing in everyone to get there input on a couple of designs I've been working on. Here take a look." His face went bright red as he froze staring at the Sketchbook.
"Yes, no?"
"It's very, sparse."
"If you don't like it I've got a second one." She flipped the page, revealing the second Design.
He threw himself back, mouth opened in a silent scream of horror. The chair gave its last protest, and with a loud crack Captain America hit the ground. Defeated by the horrors of the Sketchbook, Captain America lay defeated in a dead faint.
Edited because SB ate my formatting.
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Part 1: The Convincing.
I'll do a follow up at a later point.
---------------------------------------------------------
The phrase 'how do I end up in these situations' gets brought up a lot in the life of your average superhero, with things like super-villain attacks, cosmic threats, and even the design of their own costume. Thankfully the Avengers were not your average superheroes. Super teams are created for a reason after all, and as for the costumes fortunately they have people for that. There may be an Un- missing somewhere in that sentence, as said people now included Janet Van Dyne.
First up on the firing squad was Hulk. He obviously needed an update on the look, one can only use the ripped pants look so many times.
"No" Unfortunately for Miss Van Dyne, that was not the answer she was looking for.
"Come on Bruce, you seriously need to update your wardrobe. The ripped pants can only work for so long."
"The ripped pants weren't my idea." his hand went to the bridge of his nose. "How would you get the big guy into that anyway? The only reason the pants stay on is because I make sure all of my pants stretch, I can't even wear the same pair after the big guy's through with them they just fall off. Also why is he grey?"
"I-I um," she managed to stutter out her face tinting red "I hadn't finished coloring it yet. Anyway, please Bruce? Just humor me."
"Fine I'll make you a deal, if you can get a version that will fit both me and the big guy I'll wear it at least once."
The squeal and rib crushing hug was definitely not the impetus for the deal, nor where the inhumanly compelling watery eyes that she was able to call up on demand.
Anyway, if it was that easy getting Bruce to agree then the rest of the group shouldn't be a problem, right?
-----------------------------------------
"No."
"Tony…."
"No. I designed my own suit and if I wanted a wardrobe change, which I don't, I could either design it myself or have my own people do it for me."
"You have people for that?"
"Some of my designs aren't entirely safe for the public viewing according to them."
"Ah, would you at least like to see what I came up with for some of the others?"
He held out his hand, and she passed him the sketch book.
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"No" came the answer, starting to get old to Janet.
"Argentina."
"Tony?"
"Tony."
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"Thor, please take a seat."
"I heard your summons Miss Van Dyne, thou wish to speak with me?"
The chair gave a groan of protest as all three hundred plus pounds of Armored Norse god weighed upon it.
"Well I've been looking at some of your past exploits, and I've come to the conclusion that your image needs an update."
"An update?"
"Well, all of you keep wearing the same costumes." She smiled "So I decided to help you guys out, here take a look."
She handed the Sketchbook to Thor opened to the first design she had for him.
"I believe I shall keep my normal look."
"What?"
"Look here." The God of Thunder pointed at a variety of spots on the outfit. "these colors clash, this does not fit with the look of the outfit." With each point he spoke as if they were ever increasing sins against the very concept of good taste. "The wings on the helmet are distractingly large, this does not fit with Mjölnir, and worst of all the god of thunder is a spring not a summer." The last was gasped out as if the mistake was the worst of all possible crimes.
"How do you..?"
"Jane has introduced me to the television, I have enjoyed many watchings of The View with her!"
"Right, I think we're done here…"
"Indeed, good morrow Lady Van Dyne."
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"Steve come on in, take a seat."
"Miss Van Dyne." The chair creaked as he sat down.
"Please, call me Janet."
"So what's this I'm hearing about new uniforms?"
"I've been bringing in everyone to get there input on a couple of designs I've been working on. Here take a look." His face went bright red as he froze staring at the Sketchbook.
"Yes, no?"
"It's very, sparse."
"If you don't like it I've got a second one." She flipped the page, revealing the second Design.
He threw himself back, mouth opened in a silent scream of horror. The chair gave its last protest, and with a loud crack Captain America hit the ground. Defeated by the horrors of the Sketchbook, Captain America lay defeated in a dead faint.
Edited because SB ate my formatting.
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