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Professor Xavier was often a man of somewhat mysterious motives; it was hard to know precisely what he was thinking at times, and harder still to know what his long term plans were. Ororo had faith that he had the good of mankind in mind, and she trusted his judgement; if she hadn't, she would have left the X-Men long ago. Charles Xavier was a singular man, and at times, trying to predict what he would do next could be somewhat daunting.
As a rule, Ororo tried to be prepared for anything when it came to the professor; she was one of the senior X-Men, and it was her duty to be ready to handle the most unexpected of situations, whether they came from outer-space, or from their founder.
So when Xavier called her into his office for a private meeting, she thought she was ready for what ever he might say.
"Storm, I want you to go to New York City, and join the Avengers."
Ororo blinked. "What?"
"I want you to join the Avengers," Xavier reiterated.
"Perhaps I should say -- why?" Ororo said. The Avengers were a relatively newly formed team, only a few months old, but they already had quite a record, facing off against Kang and Baron Zemo. And they covered an entirely different jurisdiction than the X-Men usually bothered with. She could see no reason why the professor would have any particular interest in them, let alone want her to join the team.
"Because," Xavier said, "the team is currently led by Captain America."
Ororo raised an eyebrow. "And? I'm sure that Captain America is an excellent leader. Unless of course you believe that he's secretly undermining modern values with his old-fashioned views?"
Xavier laughed. "Not at all. But he celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday two months ago. I believe that he might benefit from your," he paused. "Experience." Never let it be said that the Professor didn't know how to phrase things for the benefit of a woman's ego; years of dealing with Magneto had probably taught him that.
"He may be twenty five, but this is Captain America that we're talking about," Ororo said. "I can't imagine that he's in need of guidance, no matter how old he is." Still, she hadn't thought of how young he must be before; it was somewhat disconcerting to consider that Captain America was just barely old enough to drink.
"The fact that he's Captain America not withstanding, he's very young," Xavier said. "And at the moment, the team consists of him, Iron Man, who, if I am not much mistaken, is actually Tony Stark, and is no older than the Captain, the Hulk, Giant Girl, and Spiderman."
She had met Spiderman once; she wasn't sure that he had actually hit puberty yet. And if Stark was actually Iron Man, that made the rumors about the nature of his relationship with Captain America all the more intriguing. It also meant that the Avengers currently consisted of Captain America, his boyfriend, the Hulk, and two teenagers. Ororo stood, nodding. "I'll prepare to leave immediately," she said. The Professor might be a strange man, often possessed of mysterious motives, but he always had a reason for what he did.
Ororo was already thinking as she left the Professor's office. She was going to need something to do this properly.
She found Logan smoking on the back porch, giving every impression that he was the only thing holding up the wall.
"Logan, go pack your bags," she said. "The professor has an assignment for us in the city."
He looked up at her, raised an eyebrow, shifted his cigar to the other side of his mouth, and said, "No."
"We're going to join the Avengers," Ororo said, folding her arms. "The professor wants us to keep an eye on things."
"No."
Ororo closed her eyes. Logan was useful, and a friend, but talking with him could be trying at times. "I'm going to need you to keep the Hulk in line. If he goes out of control, someone is going to need to be able to take him down."
There was a long moment of silence, as Logan contemplated this, then he nodded. "Alright. But I'm not taking orders from some goddamn twenty-five year old.
Ororo refrained from pointing out that Logan rarely took orders from anyone, anyway, and said, "I thought you knew him during the war?"
Logan snorted. "I did. And he was a goddamn twenty two year old, then."
"Considering how well you follow Cyclops's orders, I don't foresee that being an issue," Ororo said dryly.
Logan ground out the tip of his cigar on the door-frame, a practice Scott had taken him to task for more than once, and stuck it behind his ear. "Yeah, well, when Slim's old enough to drink, we can talk," he said, sauntering inside.
Ororo closed her eyes. She had had many hard assignments over the years, and faced many powerful foes. Somehow, though, she thought that this might be the most trying of them all.
A ficlet nominally set in the Marvel Adventures Avengers Universe, because that is the most insanely adorable universe ever, and Cap and Tony are married in it.
As a rule, Ororo tried to be prepared for anything when it came to the professor; she was one of the senior X-Men, and it was her duty to be ready to handle the most unexpected of situations, whether they came from outer-space, or from their founder.
So when Xavier called her into his office for a private meeting, she thought she was ready for what ever he might say.
"Storm, I want you to go to New York City, and join the Avengers."
Ororo blinked. "What?"
"I want you to join the Avengers," Xavier reiterated.
"Perhaps I should say -- why?" Ororo said. The Avengers were a relatively newly formed team, only a few months old, but they already had quite a record, facing off against Kang and Baron Zemo. And they covered an entirely different jurisdiction than the X-Men usually bothered with. She could see no reason why the professor would have any particular interest in them, let alone want her to join the team.
"Because," Xavier said, "the team is currently led by Captain America."
Ororo raised an eyebrow. "And? I'm sure that Captain America is an excellent leader. Unless of course you believe that he's secretly undermining modern values with his old-fashioned views?"
Xavier laughed. "Not at all. But he celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday two months ago. I believe that he might benefit from your," he paused. "Experience." Never let it be said that the Professor didn't know how to phrase things for the benefit of a woman's ego; years of dealing with Magneto had probably taught him that.
"He may be twenty five, but this is Captain America that we're talking about," Ororo said. "I can't imagine that he's in need of guidance, no matter how old he is." Still, she hadn't thought of how young he must be before; it was somewhat disconcerting to consider that Captain America was just barely old enough to drink.
"The fact that he's Captain America not withstanding, he's very young," Xavier said. "And at the moment, the team consists of him, Iron Man, who, if I am not much mistaken, is actually Tony Stark, and is no older than the Captain, the Hulk, Giant Girl, and Spiderman."
She had met Spiderman once; she wasn't sure that he had actually hit puberty yet. And if Stark was actually Iron Man, that made the rumors about the nature of his relationship with Captain America all the more intriguing. It also meant that the Avengers currently consisted of Captain America, his boyfriend, the Hulk, and two teenagers. Ororo stood, nodding. "I'll prepare to leave immediately," she said. The Professor might be a strange man, often possessed of mysterious motives, but he always had a reason for what he did.
Ororo was already thinking as she left the Professor's office. She was going to need something to do this properly.
She found Logan smoking on the back porch, giving every impression that he was the only thing holding up the wall.
"Logan, go pack your bags," she said. "The professor has an assignment for us in the city."
He looked up at her, raised an eyebrow, shifted his cigar to the other side of his mouth, and said, "No."
"We're going to join the Avengers," Ororo said, folding her arms. "The professor wants us to keep an eye on things."
"No."
Ororo closed her eyes. Logan was useful, and a friend, but talking with him could be trying at times. "I'm going to need you to keep the Hulk in line. If he goes out of control, someone is going to need to be able to take him down."
There was a long moment of silence, as Logan contemplated this, then he nodded. "Alright. But I'm not taking orders from some goddamn twenty-five year old.
Ororo refrained from pointing out that Logan rarely took orders from anyone, anyway, and said, "I thought you knew him during the war?"
Logan snorted. "I did. And he was a goddamn twenty two year old, then."
"Considering how well you follow Cyclops's orders, I don't foresee that being an issue," Ororo said dryly.
Logan ground out the tip of his cigar on the door-frame, a practice Scott had taken him to task for more than once, and stuck it behind his ear. "Yeah, well, when Slim's old enough to drink, we can talk," he said, sauntering inside.
Ororo closed her eyes. She had had many hard assignments over the years, and faced many powerful foes. Somehow, though, she thought that this might be the most trying of them all.
A ficlet nominally set in the Marvel Adventures Avengers Universe, because that is the most insanely adorable universe ever, and Cap and Tony are married in it.