One Night On Earth
Title: One Night On Earth
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: Avengers: the Initiative
Characters: Terry, Abby, Komodo, various Young Avengers, Armory
Prompt: Table 1/14. Sing
Word Count:
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One Christmas at Camp Hammond. Set about a year after all the current nonsense.
Warnings: Shenanigans!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Written for candyflosskillr
"Siiiiilent niiiight, ho-oly niiiigh~"
Terry winced, looking for some escape from the awful karaoke. They'd gotten Tommy to stop performing Weird Al's Christmas classics, but Billy's attempts to sing were so much worse. He would have given anything to be able to disappear back into his nice new office, but Komodo had informed him that she needed somewhere to set up the Secret Santa give aways, and he wasn't ready to brave her temporary lair just yet.
Abby flipped the white bobble of the hat she'd forced on him. "Stop making that face," she said.
"I'm here. I'm participating. I even drank the egg nog. What more do you want?" he groused.
"For you to enjoy yourself. Have some more egg nog, go lurk near the mistletoe." Abby gave him a playful shove.
"You are way too interested in my love life," Terry noted. "Oh God, I'm your new project. It's going to be Pat and Celeste Cuckoo all over again."
"They're happy."
"They're creepy and coming from me that really -- oh Christ, how much rum is in the nog?"
Abby's steps faltered. "Not enough to excuse someone trying to snog Vance into the floor," she said, making a face.
"Help me get Komodo out of my office, and I'll let you hide with me."
***
"I didn't see that," Terry announced, covering his eyes. Komodo scowled as she pulled her shirt on, and Tommy remained aggressively naked.
"Could you please get your bare ass off my desk?" Terry pleaded. "Thing of it as a Christmas present. And speaking of..." He gave Komodo a dark look. "I thought you were going to be giving out the Secret Santa from here?"
"I was giving her her present," Tommy said innocently.
***
"I thought I'd find you out here," Armory said. Terry looked up, legs dangling off the side of the administration building. She sat down next to him, plucking the hat off his head and toying with it. "Well, I thought I'd find you in your office, but then I saw Speed and Komodo."
"You okay?" Terry asked.
Silently, Armory rolled up her sleeves and looked at the thin white scars. Only some were from when the alien technology that had attached itself to her years ago, which had been forcibly removed by the Initiative after she had accidentally killed MVP. "I'm okay. I saw Pat, and that was weird, but... Yeah. I'm okay."
"You should be inside."
She pushed her sleeves back down. "I think I can stand it out here a little longer."
"Alright."
"Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: Avengers: the Initiative
Characters: Terry, Abby, Komodo, various Young Avengers, Armory
Prompt: Table 1/14. Sing
Word Count:
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One Christmas at Camp Hammond. Set about a year after all the current nonsense.
Warnings: Shenanigans!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Written for candyflosskillr
"Siiiiilent niiiight, ho-oly niiiigh~"
Terry winced, looking for some escape from the awful karaoke. They'd gotten Tommy to stop performing Weird Al's Christmas classics, but Billy's attempts to sing were so much worse. He would have given anything to be able to disappear back into his nice new office, but Komodo had informed him that she needed somewhere to set up the Secret Santa give aways, and he wasn't ready to brave her temporary lair just yet.
Abby flipped the white bobble of the hat she'd forced on him. "Stop making that face," she said.
"I'm here. I'm participating. I even drank the egg nog. What more do you want?" he groused.
"For you to enjoy yourself. Have some more egg nog, go lurk near the mistletoe." Abby gave him a playful shove.
"You are way too interested in my love life," Terry noted. "Oh God, I'm your new project. It's going to be Pat and Celeste Cuckoo all over again."
"They're happy."
"They're creepy and coming from me that really -- oh Christ, how much rum is in the nog?"
Abby's steps faltered. "Not enough to excuse someone trying to snog Vance into the floor," she said, making a face.
"Help me get Komodo out of my office, and I'll let you hide with me."
***
"I didn't see that," Terry announced, covering his eyes. Komodo scowled as she pulled her shirt on, and Tommy remained aggressively naked.
"Could you please get your bare ass off my desk?" Terry pleaded. "Thing of it as a Christmas present. And speaking of..." He gave Komodo a dark look. "I thought you were going to be giving out the Secret Santa from here?"
"I was giving her her present," Tommy said innocently.
***
"I thought I'd find you out here," Armory said. Terry looked up, legs dangling off the side of the administration building. She sat down next to him, plucking the hat off his head and toying with it. "Well, I thought I'd find you in your office, but then I saw Speed and Komodo."
"You okay?" Terry asked.
Silently, Armory rolled up her sleeves and looked at the thin white scars. Only some were from when the alien technology that had attached itself to her years ago, which had been forcibly removed by the Initiative after she had accidentally killed MVP. "I'm okay. I saw Pat, and that was weird, but... Yeah. I'm okay."
"You should be inside."
She pushed her sleeves back down. "I think I can stand it out here a little longer."
"Alright."
"Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas."