Defenders part 2
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dorksidefikerTitle: Defenders part 2
Author:dorksidefikerFandom: Marvel
Characters: Trauma
Prompt: Table 1/37. Turbulence
Word Count: 575
Rating: PG
Summary: Like pervious incarnations of the Defenders, this team is off to a rocky start.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“I guess borrowing the Leapfrog was out of the question?” Billy asked, not even bothering to hide his disappointment that he was going to be the ride for this little trip.
Nico adjusted the straps of her backpack and glared. Mostly at Billy, but really, no one in the room was spared. “If you wanted the ‘Frog, you should have asked Chase.”
“Chase doesn’t have the Staff of One,” Billy pointed out, wincing as the coffee table shattered under the force of Skaar winning the arm wrestling contest he’d been holding with Hildy. Nico’s eye twitched, and Billy stepped between her and the destructive duo. “I can fix it,” he said quickly.
“Remind me why I don’t throw you all out right now,” Nico sighed.
“Because we’re going to save the world,” Terry reminded her, not emerging from the corner he had claimed for himself after Nico had forbidden him from sitting on her furniture. One look at the stat of his clothing had nearly gotten the man refused entry.
“If I win this one,” Skaar said, oblivious to both the conversation and Nico’s death glare, “you will be my woman.”
“You will have to fight Molly for that honor,” Hildy replied, laying on the floor and putting her hand up. “She has… what is the word? Dibs.”
Nico marched to the door, throwing it open. “Oh no, no more! You two have broken enough of my stuff for one lifetime, you don’t get to break the floor too! We’re going!”
***
“If you two don’t knock it off I’m gonna turn this energy disk around!” Billy snapped. Hildy was still glaring at Skaar, one hand on the handle of her war hammer.
“Tell him to stop touching me!”
“There isn’t much space on this thing,” Skaar pointed out, smirking.
“There would be more than enough room if you would resume your human form, you great green troll.”
“What if we’re attacked?”
Terry, clinging to the edge of the glowing blue energy disk Billy had manifested, looked over the side. “Then we fall into the Pacific and drown or get eaten by sharks.”
“That might happen anyway,” Nico said gloomily.
“If I had known our method of travel would be so cramped,” Hildy said, brushing the bright red locks of hair being whipped into her face by the wind away, “I would have brought Sugar Pie.”
“I thought your Pegasus was named Apple Dumpling?” Billy asked.
Hildy batted at Skaar’s hand, which had been creeping closer to her side of the disk. “Apple Dumpling has been retired from duty so that she may bring forth a fine and valiant line of battle steeds. Sugar Pie is new.”
“Guys,” Nico said, squinting at something on the horizon.
“What kind of name is ‘Sugar Pie’ for a battle steed?” Skaar sneered.
“Guys.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Sugar Pie!”
“Guys! Bats!”
The things that descended on them did indeed have a certain bat-like quality, but they shrieked with the voices of the damned, and their bodies consisted mostly of human faces that grinned with far too many teeth.
“I think your father knows we’re coming, Terry,” Nico said with surprising calm.
“Yup,” Terry agreed darkly.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: MarvelCharacters: Trauma
Prompt: Table 1/37. Turbulence
Word Count: 575
Rating: PG
Summary: Like pervious incarnations of the Defenders, this team is off to a rocky start.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
“I guess borrowing the Leapfrog was out of the question?” Billy asked, not even bothering to hide his disappointment that he was going to be the ride for this little trip.
Nico adjusted the straps of her backpack and glared. Mostly at Billy, but really, no one in the room was spared. “If you wanted the ‘Frog, you should have asked Chase.”
“Chase doesn’t have the Staff of One,” Billy pointed out, wincing as the coffee table shattered under the force of Skaar winning the arm wrestling contest he’d been holding with Hildy. Nico’s eye twitched, and Billy stepped between her and the destructive duo. “I can fix it,” he said quickly.
“Remind me why I don’t throw you all out right now,” Nico sighed.
“Because we’re going to save the world,” Terry reminded her, not emerging from the corner he had claimed for himself after Nico had forbidden him from sitting on her furniture. One look at the stat of his clothing had nearly gotten the man refused entry.
“If I win this one,” Skaar said, oblivious to both the conversation and Nico’s death glare, “you will be my woman.”
“You will have to fight Molly for that honor,” Hildy replied, laying on the floor and putting her hand up. “She has… what is the word? Dibs.”
Nico marched to the door, throwing it open. “Oh no, no more! You two have broken enough of my stuff for one lifetime, you don’t get to break the floor too! We’re going!”
***
“If you two don’t knock it off I’m gonna turn this energy disk around!” Billy snapped. Hildy was still glaring at Skaar, one hand on the handle of her war hammer.
“Tell him to stop touching me!”
“There isn’t much space on this thing,” Skaar pointed out, smirking.
“There would be more than enough room if you would resume your human form, you great green troll.”
“What if we’re attacked?”
Terry, clinging to the edge of the glowing blue energy disk Billy had manifested, looked over the side. “Then we fall into the Pacific and drown or get eaten by sharks.”
“That might happen anyway,” Nico said gloomily.
“If I had known our method of travel would be so cramped,” Hildy said, brushing the bright red locks of hair being whipped into her face by the wind away, “I would have brought Sugar Pie.”
“I thought your Pegasus was named Apple Dumpling?” Billy asked.
Hildy batted at Skaar’s hand, which had been creeping closer to her side of the disk. “Apple Dumpling has been retired from duty so that she may bring forth a fine and valiant line of battle steeds. Sugar Pie is new.”
“Guys,” Nico said, squinting at something on the horizon.
“What kind of name is ‘Sugar Pie’ for a battle steed?” Skaar sneered.
“Guys.”
“There’s nothing wrong with Sugar Pie!”
“Guys! Bats!”
The things that descended on them did indeed have a certain bat-like quality, but they shrieked with the voices of the damned, and their bodies consisted mostly of human faces that grinned with far too many teeth.
“I think your father knows we’re coming, Terry,” Nico said with surprising calm.
“Yup,” Terry agreed darkly.