Defenders part 1
Title: Defenders part 1
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: Marvel
Characters: Trauma, Wiccan, Skaar, Nico Minoru, Hildy
Prompt: Table 1/47. Star
Word Count: 1055
Rating: PG
Summary: The stars are aligning, and a team needs to come together to stop the horror from coming. God help us all.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Terry squeezed his eyes tightly shut and took a careful, steadying breath. He tilted his head back, studying the stars above, looking for the patterns he’d long watched for. Unfortunately, they confirmed his worst fear. The stars were almost right for his father to make another play for control over all reality. He groaned softly, standing up and brushing the clinging bits of sand from his rumpled suit. First stop, New York City. He was gonna need help.
***
Billy answered the door, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel and a profoundly disagreeable expression. He drew up to his full, if not actually impressive, height. “Yes?”
“World’s edning,” Terry said without preamble. “Can I come in? I brought coffee.”
“Good coffee?” Billy asked.
“Great coffee,” Terry assured him, slipping inside the apartment. He couldn’t hear the usual sounds of Teddy getting ready, causing him to pause. It wasn’t a good thing when Teddy went on one of his little walkabouts; Billy was always distracted and irritable. Terry put the coffee down on one of the few spaces on the coffee table. Billy disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Terry to consider the mess around him. Actually, it looked the same as it had the last time he’d been by, so that was a good sign.
“So, end of the world?” Billy asked through his bedroom door. He’d slipped inside while Terry had been looking around.
“My father’s making another big push. I need a hand A few hands,” he admitted. “Like the Avengers.”
Billy opened his bedroom door, still pulling a black sweater down over his head. “They’re off in Kree space. Doctor Strange needed me, so I stayed.”
“Oh damn.”
“There are more heroes than just the Avengers. And would you wanna put Tommy in the same room as Nightmare? We can put together a better team for dealing with this than the regular old Avengers. Lemme get my tools.”
***
There were things Skaar didn’t think he would ever understand about Earth. Like coffee shops. The prices seemed ridiculous even to his own uneducated eye. The food was in tiny, unfilling portions and the drinks tasted burnt. Also, the servers were disgustingly, falsely cheerful. Still, he sat in this one, poking a hard, chocolate covered piece of bread around the saucer. He had made a decision to try and understand his new adopted world and the people on it. So far, he was failing in all but the most general sense. They were not all that unlike the people back home, which made it harder to understand the things that were different.
Still. He was smart and adaptable. He would learn.
Two chairs were suddenly pulled up to the spindly table. Not that the two dark haired ment who sat down actually surprised Skaar. He’d been aware of them as soon as they’d stepped outside. He knew the darker skinned one by reputation; an Avenger, a wizard. If it came to fight, he would be taken out first, hard and fast. The other one, with the paper white skin and the rumpled suit, was unfamiliar. His eyes were haunted and his expression was wary. He glanced at the wizard, then fixed his gaze on Skaar.
“I know who you are,” the pale one said. “I know what you’ve done, and what you can do. We need your help.”
“What’s in it for me?” Skaar asked.
“Chance to save the world?” the wizard said.
He almost laughed. It would have been a harsh, bitter noise. He remembered the last time he’d been offered the chance to be a savior. Instead, he’d tried to force his own way, and lost everything. “I am not a world saver.”
“You’re part of our best shot,” the pale one said doubtfully.
***
“You’re kidding, right?” Nico said.
“Nico, have I ever joked about saving the world?” Billy asked.
“I’m not a super-hero, Bill.”
“Neither are any of the other guys I’ve got. Doesn’t mean we don’t need you. Please?”
“I need to think about it. No promises.”
***
Billy, Terry, and Skaar were standing outside the bar, just listening to the fight going on inside. Terry was wearing that skeptical expression that had become his default since Billy had cast the divination spell. Skaar looked like he might be having more fun inside than out there, standing amidst all the motorcycles and trash. Billy was checking his cell phone for the sixth time in five minutes, hoping for a message from Nico. The plate glass window shattered as two large, burly men were launched through it, landing hard on the pavement at Skaar’s feet. One of them groaned feebly, and the other actually managed to get to his feet for a moment before collapsing. Neither of the two men were the weekend warriors who would play the role of badass biker when it was convenient; these were the real thing, covered in slabs of ugly, hard muscle, scars, and tattoos, and clothed in filthy leather and blue jeans.
Four more men of the same type followed the first two out, and then there was silence. The door to the bar swung open with a small screech from the half broken hinge, and out strode an Amazonian red head dressed in red dyed leather, a golden circlet holding her hair back from her face. There was a little smirk on that lovely face as she idly tossed a war hammer back and forth between her hands. She nudged the pile of bikers with the toe of her boot, and asked in a laughing voice, “Done already?”
“I like her,” Skaar said.
“Hildy!” Billy called. The woman raised her eyes from the biker pile and broke into a toothy grin.
“William! What brings you to this gods forsaken little corner of the world?” She closed the distance, pulling Billy into a vigorous bear hug and lifting the smaller man off his feet.
“Saving the world. You in?”
“When do we start?” Hildy laughed.
Author: dorksidefiker
Fandom: Marvel
Characters: Trauma, Wiccan, Skaar, Nico Minoru, Hildy
Prompt: Table 1/47. Star
Word Count: 1055
Rating: PG
Summary: The stars are aligning, and a team needs to come together to stop the horror from coming. God help us all.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Terry squeezed his eyes tightly shut and took a careful, steadying breath. He tilted his head back, studying the stars above, looking for the patterns he’d long watched for. Unfortunately, they confirmed his worst fear. The stars were almost right for his father to make another play for control over all reality. He groaned softly, standing up and brushing the clinging bits of sand from his rumpled suit. First stop, New York City. He was gonna need help.
***
Billy answered the door, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel and a profoundly disagreeable expression. He drew up to his full, if not actually impressive, height. “Yes?”
“World’s edning,” Terry said without preamble. “Can I come in? I brought coffee.”
“Good coffee?” Billy asked.
“Great coffee,” Terry assured him, slipping inside the apartment. He couldn’t hear the usual sounds of Teddy getting ready, causing him to pause. It wasn’t a good thing when Teddy went on one of his little walkabouts; Billy was always distracted and irritable. Terry put the coffee down on one of the few spaces on the coffee table. Billy disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Terry to consider the mess around him. Actually, it looked the same as it had the last time he’d been by, so that was a good sign.
“So, end of the world?” Billy asked through his bedroom door. He’d slipped inside while Terry had been looking around.
“My father’s making another big push. I need a hand A few hands,” he admitted. “Like the Avengers.”
Billy opened his bedroom door, still pulling a black sweater down over his head. “They’re off in Kree space. Doctor Strange needed me, so I stayed.”
“Oh damn.”
“There are more heroes than just the Avengers. And would you wanna put Tommy in the same room as Nightmare? We can put together a better team for dealing with this than the regular old Avengers. Lemme get my tools.”
***
There were things Skaar didn’t think he would ever understand about Earth. Like coffee shops. The prices seemed ridiculous even to his own uneducated eye. The food was in tiny, unfilling portions and the drinks tasted burnt. Also, the servers were disgustingly, falsely cheerful. Still, he sat in this one, poking a hard, chocolate covered piece of bread around the saucer. He had made a decision to try and understand his new adopted world and the people on it. So far, he was failing in all but the most general sense. They were not all that unlike the people back home, which made it harder to understand the things that were different.
Still. He was smart and adaptable. He would learn.
Two chairs were suddenly pulled up to the spindly table. Not that the two dark haired ment who sat down actually surprised Skaar. He’d been aware of them as soon as they’d stepped outside. He knew the darker skinned one by reputation; an Avenger, a wizard. If it came to fight, he would be taken out first, hard and fast. The other one, with the paper white skin and the rumpled suit, was unfamiliar. His eyes were haunted and his expression was wary. He glanced at the wizard, then fixed his gaze on Skaar.
“I know who you are,” the pale one said. “I know what you’ve done, and what you can do. We need your help.”
“What’s in it for me?” Skaar asked.
“Chance to save the world?” the wizard said.
He almost laughed. It would have been a harsh, bitter noise. He remembered the last time he’d been offered the chance to be a savior. Instead, he’d tried to force his own way, and lost everything. “I am not a world saver.”
“You’re part of our best shot,” the pale one said doubtfully.
***
“You’re kidding, right?” Nico said.
“Nico, have I ever joked about saving the world?” Billy asked.
“I’m not a super-hero, Bill.”
“Neither are any of the other guys I’ve got. Doesn’t mean we don’t need you. Please?”
“I need to think about it. No promises.”
***
Billy, Terry, and Skaar were standing outside the bar, just listening to the fight going on inside. Terry was wearing that skeptical expression that had become his default since Billy had cast the divination spell. Skaar looked like he might be having more fun inside than out there, standing amidst all the motorcycles and trash. Billy was checking his cell phone for the sixth time in five minutes, hoping for a message from Nico. The plate glass window shattered as two large, burly men were launched through it, landing hard on the pavement at Skaar’s feet. One of them groaned feebly, and the other actually managed to get to his feet for a moment before collapsing. Neither of the two men were the weekend warriors who would play the role of badass biker when it was convenient; these were the real thing, covered in slabs of ugly, hard muscle, scars, and tattoos, and clothed in filthy leather and blue jeans.
Four more men of the same type followed the first two out, and then there was silence. The door to the bar swung open with a small screech from the half broken hinge, and out strode an Amazonian red head dressed in red dyed leather, a golden circlet holding her hair back from her face. There was a little smirk on that lovely face as she idly tossed a war hammer back and forth between her hands. She nudged the pile of bikers with the toe of her boot, and asked in a laughing voice, “Done already?”
“I like her,” Skaar said.
“Hildy!” Billy called. The woman raised her eyes from the biker pile and broke into a toothy grin.
“William! What brings you to this gods forsaken little corner of the world?” She closed the distance, pulling Billy into a vigorous bear hug and lifting the smaller man off his feet.
“Saving the world. You in?”
“When do we start?” Hildy laughed.