Adult-FanFiction.org : Marvel 'Verse

Flarfegnugen	By : Zemothy Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 6627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own or profit from the movie Thor or the Avengers, nor do I own or profit from anything related to Marvel comics or anything related.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
Stark is unable to contain a short, hysterical giggle, while Banner, Barton, and Natasha just raise an eyebrow each and stare in disbelief. The Captain leans against the wall, scrutinizing Jeremy just as much as Fury was, the Thunderer still sitting on the floor, probably thinking about what a strange man Jeremy was. Stark takes a step forward, one arm crossed over his chest, the other raised to stroke his chin.
            “So, you,” he begins, a thoughtful and slightly sarcastic look on his face. “Whoever you are- whatever you are, want to join us… On a whim? I’m sorry but I find that hard to believe.”
            “It’s not on a whim, Tony…” Jeremy sighs softly and leans back in the chair, one thick, green-and-black checkered boot thunking onto the table top. His pants were the same as his boots, laced up the sides and adorned with two belts not meant to hold the pants up. A dagger made of a chrome-like metal clings tightly to his right thigh in its sheath, held in by a small strap over one side of the cross-guard. A long black tank top clings to his torso, showing off his toned chest and arms as well as his pale skin. His arms lift to place his hair into a tight ponytail, some stubborn strands hanging down around his face. “This organization is different than the last, even though I know you still think I’m a threat. So let me prove to you that I’m not, and that I actually can and want to help. You all are exceptional at what you do; you defeated Loki’s army with relatively minimal casualties, considering what could have happened. Nice work with the nuke, by the way. Could’ve let go a little sooner, but honestly I’m just glad you survived. It would’ve been a shame to lose you. But I’d like to lend my hand.”
            “What would you do to prove it to us?” Fury steps up to the man in the chair, who raises both legs, the one on the table up towards the director’s head, the other catching him at the gut. The action turns him and bends him over, Jeremy’s arms thrusting him upwards as he hops over Fury’s back, doing a twist on one leg before settling. His hand grips the man’s shoulder and helps him up before he hit the floor. Everyone in the room goes on guard, brandishing what weapons they had available.
            “Oh calm down I was just showing off. Fury, have your people gather all the scrap metal they can on the flight deck, I’ll fix your broken turbine. You won’t even have to land the ship.” The director blinks, disoriented for a moment from the swift movements of the other, then nods to Agent Hill. The woman nods reluctantly in response and sends out the order before going back to her post. “Awesome. So, while they do that, I need to explain some things to you. Well, first… what I am. Sit, sit, you all are making me nervous standing there like that.” Jeremy nudges the director into the chair before going over to the railing and sitting on it, watching the others. Everyone but Natasha and the Captain sit, the two still giving Jeremy scrutinizing looks.
            “First things first, you need to know what I am… There is no translation from my language to yours, but the closest word would be ‘vampire’. Now…” he pauses to let Tony have his laugh, glaring slightly at him. “You might think I’m crazy but it’s obvious that I’m at least super-human. Let me explain and it will make more sense. The only reason that humans call my kind vampire is because of the fact that blood is the most nutritious thing we can consume, aside from something else which is entirely too complicated to explain, as well as the fact that it does strange things to our bodies.”
            “So you kill people… You eat them?” Natasha asks, voicing the Captain’s obvious sentiments, causing Jeremy to roll his eyes.
            “I try not to kill people but sometimes it has to happen… Human blood is like… fine dining. The expensive, twelve-star restaurant with the most delicious food you’ve ever consumed and it’s nutritious to boot. And you eat it all there, at the restaurant, because you just don’t take home leftovers from a place like that. While I can and do drink other blood, like animal blood, it’s just not as satisfying. Animal blood is Chili’s or that Italian place on Main that you take your family to on a Saturday night. Tasty and filling but not quite as satisfying. And I don’t ‘eat’ them… I just drain all the blood out of their bodies. I consume no flesh, and honestly that’s disgusting to think about, thank you for that.” The man gives a shiver, going a little green for a moment. Natasha just gives him a funny look.
            “So you’re what kind of vampire, exactly? You don’t… sparkle, do you?” All of the people gathered around the table roll their eyes, some snorting at Natasha’s question because they were reminded of Edward Cullen, the sparkling vampire.
            “I only sparkle if someone rubs glitter all over me,” the ravenette retorts, earning a few chuckles around the table. “As for what kind… your kind doesn’t have a type that’s really close to what I am. Though in a sense I am a lot like those sparkly vampires. Strong, fast, feeding frenzy when I taste blood – so none of you bleed around my face – and my kind have various abilities. I bleed, I sustain injury, though I heal very quickly compared to humans, and I can die through relatively simple means… Don’t have to rip me to pieces and burn them. You can, if it makes you feel better, I guess. I can also transform into a dragon, as a result of being so old. Hybrid, too, if I’m feeling up to it but the full form takes less effort to maintain.”
            “How old are you, a couple hundred?” Dr. Banner asks, scooting a little closer to the male though still keeping his distance.
            “Last time I checked… two thousand seven hundred and twenty… three. I should be turning two thousand seven hundred twenty four in a few months time.” As Jeremy proclaims this, jaws drop around the table; Tony, however, who was always skeptical, snorts and shakes his head.
            “See but that’s impossible, and like, way too precise. I mean yeah you look great for a couple thousand years old but how the hell do you keep track?”
            “I don’t, not accurately. After the first five hundred you stop really giving a shit, then after a thousand it just becomes a marker to keep some sort of grasp on time. And for me, I’m missing a few-hundred year chunk from my memory so I’m probably off by a hundred or so. Most people are lucky to be lucid for ninety-nine percent of their lives; I wasn’t.” The room goes quiet for a few minutes, the ravenette letting the occupants absorb the information he’d just put forth, his own expression unreadable.
            “You said your kind has various abilities… care to explain that?” Fury asks, swiveling in the chair to look at the man. Agent Hill alerts the director that the scrap metal is gathered on the flight deck, adding that, much to everyone’s surprise, it was staying put where they’d placed it. Jeremy grins and jumps up, clapping his hands together.
            “Well, I’ll show you. All of you can come out on the flight deck, I don’t have performance issues.” The ravenette gives a wink before striding out of the room, down the corridor to the entrance to the flight deck, walking out without abandon. He refuses the rebreather mask offered to him and walks over to the damaged turbine, chewing on his lip in thought.
            “This is some nice destruction. A charge detonated off-center, meant to disable, caused a lot of debris. Let me guess, from one of your arrows, Barton?” he looks to the archer, who was standing with the rest of the Avengers with an incredulous look on his face. “Yep, thought so. Well, easy enough to fix.” Reaching a hand out towards the turbine, the Helicarrier shudders slightly as the engine ceases its movement. Everyone shouts in alarm, but stops as the craft doesn’t start to list. The ravenette flashes a grin before extending the other arm out to the pile of scrap metal on the deck, the scrap moving into piles of size and composition.
            And then he begins to rebuild the broken turbine, standing on the flight deck waving his arms about as pieces of scrap move from their places towards the engine, shifting and morphing in the air into chunks of molten metal before being molded into pieces just like the ones originally used.
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Flarfegnugen