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Secret Bit of Right From Wrong	By : ChrisCross Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 9417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A.N. Sorry about the wait. Stupid writers block. I'm crossing cannon a little bit, by using some things from the Marvel's Avengers Assemble cartoon, but once more for the record: "I own nothing. I make nothing." (Bonus points to anyone who read that in a Colonel Klink accent.)
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Although their current circumstances were considerably different than any of them were used to, the group settled in remarkably well. Clint and Natasha were finally able to relax a bit, knowing that Magneto was very protective of Steve, and Callisto had a reputation for being even more protective of her home. Cate and Karen got a chance to bond again, after having lived in different time-zones for the last decade. Steve was always a bit of a loner, but he did enjoy seeing his friends happy, and some of the things he couldn’t help but overhear from the sisters were very enlightening. Others just confused him, but that was true of much of this world.
One night, for instance, Karen dragged him into the living room, where she had set up her laptop computer (a device that boggled his mind) to watch a show she claimed was ‘awesome-sauce’ (whatever that meant). It seemed to be revolving around a blond teen girl who fought vampires, when she wasn’t sleeping with them. Beyond the utter mortification of watching a steamy scene while sitting next to a beautiful dame, the whole thing just escaped him.
“How can you not like Buffy? Buffy rocks! She fights supernatural evil, has her own Scoobie gang, makes out with David Boreanaz, and still deals with catty cheerleaders like a normal kid. What’s not to like?”
“It’s totally unrealistic. This Whedon fellow needs to do some research.”
“Ok, now we’re fighting. Joss Whedon is God. Or at least fills in for him on vacation days.” She did seem upset, but not terribly so. At least she wasn’t crying or yelling. He couldn’t have handled that. “And what sort of research needs to be done? It’s a sci-fi/fantasy.”
“Well, for one thing, those fighting maneuvers would never work on anyone with super strength.” He was reaching a bit here, but he didn’t want to discuss the rather immodest way the main character dressed, even though she was fighting. He wouldn’t know how to mention the inadvisability of tiny undershirts in combat without it sounding like he had been focusing on her chest. “Not to mention, that is not what vampires look like. The real deal is much less human-looking.” Steve wasn’t even about to go into the practical difficulties in trying to engage in a physical relationship with something that could just as easily decide it was more hungry than amorous.
“The ‘real deal’? Come on, vampires are just a legend. They can look like anything.” She paused a bit, thinking. “Except those freaking Twilight sparkly vamps. That’s just plain wrong.”
“Well, I don’t know about sparkling, but when I fought beside Dracula, he was kind of an ashy grey. With white hair. Oh, and really bad breath.” He saw her incredulity. “Hey, he might have been an evil, undead, blood sucking fiend of the night, but he almost hated the Nazis more than we did. They were kidnapping Gypsies off his lands, and nobody got away with that. It is incredibly hard to say no to help from a guy who can’t die.”
“That would make sense. It’s just, real vampires? Seriously? I like them better as imaginary Whedon-creations.” She sighed heavily. “I think maybe I like everything better if it’s imaginary. Maybe that’s a part of having had too much reality, too young. I hop from one fantasy to the next so I never have to be in the real world, because the real world hurts. Of course, I could just be ADHD. I also hopped around a lot in school, not really settling down until I was on my own. I took German freshman year, and then switched to Japanese, and junior year I transferred from drawing class to Home Ec. to Shop over the course of one semester.”
“You wouldn’t be the only one to use fantasy as an escape. I used to save up for every pulp magazine I could get. I positively devoured Doc Savage, Buffalo Bill, and Zorro. Might be why I was so determined to get into the war. I didn’t like being bullied, looked up to these characters that stood up for the little guy, and I felt like, by fighting, I was…I don’t know, honoring them somehow.”
“Hmmm, well you may not be into Buffy, but I’m pretty sure you’d like Firefly. I’ll need an internet connection to get it off the cloud, but gorramit, we will get you geek-ified.”
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Meanwhile, Cate had gone out into the bustling life of Haven. She had never been one for confinement, and she knew her sister wanted to spend some time with Steve. She spent some time wandering through the halls that doubled as streets, admiring just how much these outcasts had built. After a few hours of walking, however, she needed to sit down. Locating a small coffee shop, the agent ordered a cup from a barista that resembled a 5 foot tall bipedal fox and sat down in one of the few vacant chairs. The place seemed quite popular, and after only a few moments, her table was approached by a woman with caramel skin and blue hair.
“Is it all right if I share your table? I don’t want to intrude, but this place is standing room only.”
“Of course, have a seat. I’m Cate.” She held a hand out, which the striking young woman shook, smiling warmly. It was hard to remember if she’d felt that tingle of attraction since her first girlfriend.
“Thanks. I’m Torque.” She smiled again, a happy, playful grin. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. I’m sure I would have remembered.”
“It’s my first time.” Blushing Cate scrambled to correct course. “I’m new in Haven I mean. Is it always this busy?”
“Not really, mostly just on Tuesdays. That’s when Carter does the baking, and his pastry skills are phenomenal.” She leaned her head in conspiratorially “Between us, I’m fairly sure his cinnamon rolls are to blame for my pudge.”
“What pudge?” The agent laughed, glad to have a chance to flirt with no fear, no need to get anything from Torque other than a smile. Not often did field agents get to have what one would call normal personal lives. Add in her preference for women, and her social calendar was pretty bare. That this beautiful woman was flirting back was a bit of a rush. Over the next hour, Torque and Cate got to know each other, quickly discovering the similarities of their lives, and appreciating the differences.
“So, you’re a teleporter? That is so cool.”
“Well, I’m not a very powerful one. Unlike the ones you’d hear about on the news, I can’t teleport myself, only other things and it can get really hard to focus on big or complicated stuff. It has to do with the way my powers work.” Sensing Cate’s confusion, she backpedaled. “See, there’s a whole class of ‘porters that do it by going through an alternate dimension. Nightcrawler from the X men is one, the smoke is the giveaway. Then there are the ‘mystic’ types, really powerful ‘porters who can make enchanted doors and shit. I’m a ‘science’ type. All I do is harness rotational momentum, or torque.” She grinned, and Cate grinned back.
“Well, go on…”
“Ha, ok. Take this coffee cup, it’s sitting still to our eyes, but it’s on the Earth, which is rotating on its axis at approximately 465 miles per second, and around the sun at about 18.5 miles per second. I can use that momentum to slingshot it to another place. Sometimes molecules get disarranged by that, which isn’t so bad with a cup, but can be very bad with a person. As the old saw goes; Johnny was a chemist's son, but Johnny is no more. For what Johnny thought was H2O, was H2SO4.” Blushing, she ducked her head. “And now I’ve gone and nerd-ed out on you. Sorry. Enough about me. What’s your mutation? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Well, that’s actually a bit of a complicated question.” Unwilling to lie to such a sweet girl, Cate fell back on incomplete answers, the same trick she used to use to protect her relationship as a teen. “I’m actually not here for myself so much as my sister and her friend. I don’t exactly meet the standard criteria, if you get my meaning.”
“You’re not a mutant?” Shock dropped Torque’s jaw, but she didn’t seem to be about to run, so Cate answered her.
“Do I look like primordial ooze? Of course I’m a mutant. Any multi-celled organism on the planet is a mutation of something else. I’m just not an active-X-gene mutant. This isn’t going to be a problem is it?”
“No, it won’t. I’m just not used to thinking of it that way. You get greeted by enough blind hate, you start to expect it. Anything else feels kinda odd. Good, but odd.”
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While the displaced heroes were relaxing, another group was meeting in the depths of Haven.
“You asked me to find a weakness” said a measured voice with a slight oriental accent. “A way to steal them from under Magneto’s nose. I have done so.”
“How is something he already knew a weakness, Trixta? He will not betray them, no matter their genes.” The tone of the response was withering, much like the heart of the woman who spoke it.
“No one searches for the dead, Mamushi. No one reports a death they caused. Callisto is well known for her hatred of humans. The penalties for betrayal here are…severe.”
“He won’t buy it. Mags may be a cynical bastard, but he never would believe his Callisto would turn on him.” The third speaker had a high, nasal whine of a voice.
“Then, Mister Tolansky, we may have to use plan B. Contact our failsafe. We move on them tomorrow night.”
Additional A.N. Muah ha ha ha! I know, I know, totally evil. It's also going to be a week or more before I can update again, so double evil. I just couldn't resist. I think I may have a problem, does anyone know the number for Cliffhangers Annonymous?
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