Fic: [Marvel Comics] Avengers Wreckage
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2378599/28/
Avengers Wreckage
Chapter Twenty Eight
Olivia Stane lay in her bed, the young woman looking physically exhausted. Curled up beside her was the reason she was so wrung out, the gorgeous redhead laying there also nude. It had been a hectic few days with a attack of men in stolen 'Melter' gear and other minor villains, and they were just catching up.
Jennifer Swensen pushed herself up, smiling at her lover. "I should go away more often, if I get treats like that coming back," she noted wryly.
"Don't you dare," Olivia noted with a smile. "You all right? She asked, "I know the medical staff checked you over when the suit was damaged, but..."
"I'm fine," Jennifer reassured her, "the Melter beams only dissolve metal. They don't effect flesh and blood."
"Any guesses on suit repair time?" Olivia wondered, her mind drifting towards business mode.
"A few days, since the main skeleton of the suit is still intact," Jennifer smiled wryly, "I built the suit modular, so it' mostly just swapping out components."
"Good. I'd hate for you to have to go out in your old Spitfire suit," Olivia teased.
"It's not THAT bad," Jennifer pouted.
"It had a plexiglass view port, was mostly red plastic and looked like a cheap Iron Man cosplay," Olivia continued.
"Meanie," Jennifer sighed.
Olivia ticked her, making Jennifer gasp then laugh. "You know I love you, even if you can't design attractive things," Olivia noted, then kissed her again.
"Hmm," Jennifer kissed her back. "Rested up enough yet?" she asked, gently running a hand down her bare side.
"You are insatiable," Olivia purred happily.
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Clytemnestra blinked in astonishment as she circled the Firepower armor. The heavy suit had been designed to fight Iron Man when he had gone renegade, and had compensated for the gap in technology by using raw power. They had acquired the suit after the government had planned to scrap it, and her team had rebuilt it. It still looked boxy and bulky, nearly one and a half times taller than Iron Man, humanoid but with a dome helm and a massive backpack containing various arms.
"Ma'am," the one scientist, Jacobs, stood at attention, then the others followed, a few still nervous from hearing about her shooting a scientist who had defied her.
"We've got the basic upgrades done," the other man, Alex, said proudly, "and we're incorporating elements from the new Capekiller technology."
"Walk me through it," Clytemnestra ordered.
"After some debate we kept the original look for the armor," Jacobs said briskly, "hopefully Stark will think it's the original suit, unmodified."
There was a sense of annoyance among the scientists at the knowledge that Tony Stark was Iron Man. They had spent years fighting the armored Avenger and Tony Stark, and it was deeply galling to learn they were the same man. Why hadn't they figured it out? They were GENIUSES!
"We've also set up the electronics to spoof Iron Man's sensors somewhat," Alex jumped in, "he'll think the suit is the original, until you power up the systems to full."
"Very nice," Clytemnestra nodded. Smiling. The boys and girls on the tech team then ran through the weapons and other upgrades, which were honestly quite mind blowing. When she faced Stark in this suit, he was going to be very surprised.
"The final addition was requested by the Scientist Supreme," Heather noted, the redhead pointing out a unit inside the main armor lining, "a personal teleporter."
"Teleporter?" Clytemnestra blinked.
"If critical damage happens to the armor or you suffer a life threatening injury, the device is set to teleport you out." Alex nodded seriously.
"But..." Clytemnestra started.
"Sorry, ma'am, but the Scientist Supreme was firm," Heather met her eyes coolly.
Clytemnestra wanted to argue, but realized there was no point. Monica Rappaccini clearly was determined to make sure she came back alive from her planned attack on Stark. She was touched, even though she was certain the other woman was just protecting her investment in her. It was especially touching considering the efforts Monica was putting into finding her daughter too...
"Thank you," Clytemnestra accepted it as gracefully as she could. "How soon will the cape killer additions be finished?" she asked.
"A few days, I think," Alex offered, "we're still going over the technology for possible improvements to the suit. Primarily I think it will be ammunition improvements, along with some improved shielding."
"Contact me when it's ready," Clytemnestra nodded. She left the lab, even as she considered calling up Monica... just to talk.
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Warbird smashed through the first robot, her blond hair streaming behind her as the black and gold clad woman struck another, staggering it. Thunderstrike followed through, smashing another robot even as they tried to get a sense of how much trouble they were in.
"What are these things?" Thunderstrike demanded, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. She hefted her mace confidently, even as the chunky robots prepared to advance on them again.
"They look like Box robots," Warbird noted as the remaining ten lumbered towards them.
"Box?" Thunderstrike asked as she punched a squat robot backward. It was oddly shaped, with gigantic arms and a thick torso, along with stubby legs and a small head.
"Canadian superhero," Warbird explained, "he built a series of remote controlled robots he used to fight crime and help Alpha Flight. The robots were taken over by the government, last I'd heard."
"Obviously, someone else got them," Thunderstrike noted as the group broke into a lumbering run towards them.
The Box-robots weren't that agile or fast, but they made up for it with raw physical power. All of them appeared to be class 50 strength at least, and were reasonably tough and physically durable. It took all their efforts to keep Thunderstrike and Warbird from being overwhelmed as they smashed and broke robots.
"Wish War Machine was here," Warbird muttered as she ripped the head right off one of the robots, then tossed it at the others.
"Neither she or Olivia were answering their phones," Thunderstrike said wryly, "And we know what THAT means."
"You have a dirty mind," Warbird snickered as she kicked a hole right through a Box. Annoyingly it barely slowed it down.
"And proud of it," Thunderstrike smirked, smashing a Box down with her hammer.
"Heads up!" a voice called as a strawberry blond crashed into the attacking robots, flying down into their midst.
"Who the...?" Warbird blinked.
"Ultra Girl!" the younger woman beamed, the orange bodysuit clinging to her like a second skin, a green belt carrying a stylized 'u' buckle. "My agent said that Stane was looking to recruit me, so I thought I'd try you out."
"Agent?" Thunderstrike echoed.
Thankfully the girl was more capable than she seemed. Much like Warbird she tore into the enemy, and she seemed to at least match the attacking robots strength. Unlike the two of them she seemed almost gleeful as she fought, really enjoying the destruction.
Thunderstrike assessed the mass of attacking robots. Some of them were self repairing, and there seemed to be a reserve that moved up to replace fallen machines. Steps needed to be taken before they were overwhelmed.
"Can you keep them off my back a few moments?" Thunderstrike asked.
"Will do!" Ultra Girl said perkily.
Warbird rolled her eyes a bit, "We'll try."
Thunderstrike braced herself, then began to spin her war mace, the battered iron sparking and glowing even as the breeze roared around her. She grit her teeth as the pull on the chain attached to the handle hurt, but spun on as power built.
"Ugh!" Warbird grunted as she used her power bolts and fists to drive the advancing robots back.
Ultra Girl did her best to keep up, mildly in awe over how the older woman was pumping out power bolts. She was going to exhaust herself, but kept going anyway. "You trust your friend that much?" she asked as she slammed two robots into each other.
"She's earned it," Warbird panted tiredly as she blasted another.
There was a massive roar behind them then Thunderstrike called, "Get clear! Now!"
Both Warbird and Ultra Girl took to the air, then turned to see what was happening. "Holy shit," Ultra Girl breathed out.
Thunderstrike had generated a kind of cyclone, but with immense winds. The robots were being yanked in and torn apart, while bursts of lightning danced through the storm to zap anything left intact. Within moments the battle was done, the storm dispersing even as Thunderstrike collapsed tiredly.
"Why didn't you break that out earlier?" Ultra Girl demanded as she and Warbird flew down to her side.
Warbird tossed the girl a glare as she helped the visibly shaky Thunderstrike up. "Because it takes time to do it." Thunderstrike answered, "and my fine control sucks. I wanted to make sure no innocents were nearby too."
"Well, you handled it nicely," Warbird congratulated her.
"They seem to be upping the stakes, assuming these were sent by whomever is running the criminals in town," Thunderstrike noted tiredly.
"So you're fighting the Master Planner?" Ultra Girl asked.
Both women looked at her. "How do you know that name?" Warbird had to ask.
"My criminal contacts?" Ultra Girl shrugged. As both glared at the teen she sighed, "This guy wanted to sleep with me, he told me that to impress me."
To be continued...
Notes: the Melter is a B-list villain of Iron Man. His sole weapon was a beam to melt metal. Not showing the fight because it's be a waste of space.
Avengers Wreckage
Chapter Twenty Eight
Olivia Stane lay in her bed, the young woman looking physically exhausted. Curled up beside her was the reason she was so wrung out, the gorgeous redhead laying there also nude. It had been a hectic few days with a attack of men in stolen 'Melter' gear and other minor villains, and they were just catching up.
Jennifer Swensen pushed herself up, smiling at her lover. "I should go away more often, if I get treats like that coming back," she noted wryly.
"Don't you dare," Olivia noted with a smile. "You all right? She asked, "I know the medical staff checked you over when the suit was damaged, but..."
"I'm fine," Jennifer reassured her, "the Melter beams only dissolve metal. They don't effect flesh and blood."
"Any guesses on suit repair time?" Olivia wondered, her mind drifting towards business mode.
"A few days, since the main skeleton of the suit is still intact," Jennifer smiled wryly, "I built the suit modular, so it' mostly just swapping out components."
"Good. I'd hate for you to have to go out in your old Spitfire suit," Olivia teased.
"It's not THAT bad," Jennifer pouted.
"It had a plexiglass view port, was mostly red plastic and looked like a cheap Iron Man cosplay," Olivia continued.
"Meanie," Jennifer sighed.
Olivia ticked her, making Jennifer gasp then laugh. "You know I love you, even if you can't design attractive things," Olivia noted, then kissed her again.
"Hmm," Jennifer kissed her back. "Rested up enough yet?" she asked, gently running a hand down her bare side.
"You are insatiable," Olivia purred happily.
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
Clytemnestra blinked in astonishment as she circled the Firepower armor. The heavy suit had been designed to fight Iron Man when he had gone renegade, and had compensated for the gap in technology by using raw power. They had acquired the suit after the government had planned to scrap it, and her team had rebuilt it. It still looked boxy and bulky, nearly one and a half times taller than Iron Man, humanoid but with a dome helm and a massive backpack containing various arms.
"Ma'am," the one scientist, Jacobs, stood at attention, then the others followed, a few still nervous from hearing about her shooting a scientist who had defied her.
"We've got the basic upgrades done," the other man, Alex, said proudly, "and we're incorporating elements from the new Capekiller technology."
"Walk me through it," Clytemnestra ordered.
"After some debate we kept the original look for the armor," Jacobs said briskly, "hopefully Stark will think it's the original suit, unmodified."
There was a sense of annoyance among the scientists at the knowledge that Tony Stark was Iron Man. They had spent years fighting the armored Avenger and Tony Stark, and it was deeply galling to learn they were the same man. Why hadn't they figured it out? They were GENIUSES!
"We've also set up the electronics to spoof Iron Man's sensors somewhat," Alex jumped in, "he'll think the suit is the original, until you power up the systems to full."
"Very nice," Clytemnestra nodded. Smiling. The boys and girls on the tech team then ran through the weapons and other upgrades, which were honestly quite mind blowing. When she faced Stark in this suit, he was going to be very surprised.
"The final addition was requested by the Scientist Supreme," Heather noted, the redhead pointing out a unit inside the main armor lining, "a personal teleporter."
"Teleporter?" Clytemnestra blinked.
"If critical damage happens to the armor or you suffer a life threatening injury, the device is set to teleport you out." Alex nodded seriously.
"But..." Clytemnestra started.
"Sorry, ma'am, but the Scientist Supreme was firm," Heather met her eyes coolly.
Clytemnestra wanted to argue, but realized there was no point. Monica Rappaccini clearly was determined to make sure she came back alive from her planned attack on Stark. She was touched, even though she was certain the other woman was just protecting her investment in her. It was especially touching considering the efforts Monica was putting into finding her daughter too...
"Thank you," Clytemnestra accepted it as gracefully as she could. "How soon will the cape killer additions be finished?" she asked.
"A few days, I think," Alex offered, "we're still going over the technology for possible improvements to the suit. Primarily I think it will be ammunition improvements, along with some improved shielding."
"Contact me when it's ready," Clytemnestra nodded. She left the lab, even as she considered calling up Monica... just to talk.
0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0
Warbird smashed through the first robot, her blond hair streaming behind her as the black and gold clad woman struck another, staggering it. Thunderstrike followed through, smashing another robot even as they tried to get a sense of how much trouble they were in.
"What are these things?" Thunderstrike demanded, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. She hefted her mace confidently, even as the chunky robots prepared to advance on them again.
"They look like Box robots," Warbird noted as the remaining ten lumbered towards them.
"Box?" Thunderstrike asked as she punched a squat robot backward. It was oddly shaped, with gigantic arms and a thick torso, along with stubby legs and a small head.
"Canadian superhero," Warbird explained, "he built a series of remote controlled robots he used to fight crime and help Alpha Flight. The robots were taken over by the government, last I'd heard."
"Obviously, someone else got them," Thunderstrike noted as the group broke into a lumbering run towards them.
The Box-robots weren't that agile or fast, but they made up for it with raw physical power. All of them appeared to be class 50 strength at least, and were reasonably tough and physically durable. It took all their efforts to keep Thunderstrike and Warbird from being overwhelmed as they smashed and broke robots.
"Wish War Machine was here," Warbird muttered as she ripped the head right off one of the robots, then tossed it at the others.
"Neither she or Olivia were answering their phones," Thunderstrike said wryly, "And we know what THAT means."
"You have a dirty mind," Warbird snickered as she kicked a hole right through a Box. Annoyingly it barely slowed it down.
"And proud of it," Thunderstrike smirked, smashing a Box down with her hammer.
"Heads up!" a voice called as a strawberry blond crashed into the attacking robots, flying down into their midst.
"Who the...?" Warbird blinked.
"Ultra Girl!" the younger woman beamed, the orange bodysuit clinging to her like a second skin, a green belt carrying a stylized 'u' buckle. "My agent said that Stane was looking to recruit me, so I thought I'd try you out."
"Agent?" Thunderstrike echoed.
Thankfully the girl was more capable than she seemed. Much like Warbird she tore into the enemy, and she seemed to at least match the attacking robots strength. Unlike the two of them she seemed almost gleeful as she fought, really enjoying the destruction.
Thunderstrike assessed the mass of attacking robots. Some of them were self repairing, and there seemed to be a reserve that moved up to replace fallen machines. Steps needed to be taken before they were overwhelmed.
"Can you keep them off my back a few moments?" Thunderstrike asked.
"Will do!" Ultra Girl said perkily.
Warbird rolled her eyes a bit, "We'll try."
Thunderstrike braced herself, then began to spin her war mace, the battered iron sparking and glowing even as the breeze roared around her. She grit her teeth as the pull on the chain attached to the handle hurt, but spun on as power built.
"Ugh!" Warbird grunted as she used her power bolts and fists to drive the advancing robots back.
Ultra Girl did her best to keep up, mildly in awe over how the older woman was pumping out power bolts. She was going to exhaust herself, but kept going anyway. "You trust your friend that much?" she asked as she slammed two robots into each other.
"She's earned it," Warbird panted tiredly as she blasted another.
There was a massive roar behind them then Thunderstrike called, "Get clear! Now!"
Both Warbird and Ultra Girl took to the air, then turned to see what was happening. "Holy shit," Ultra Girl breathed out.
Thunderstrike had generated a kind of cyclone, but with immense winds. The robots were being yanked in and torn apart, while bursts of lightning danced through the storm to zap anything left intact. Within moments the battle was done, the storm dispersing even as Thunderstrike collapsed tiredly.
"Why didn't you break that out earlier?" Ultra Girl demanded as she and Warbird flew down to her side.
Warbird tossed the girl a glare as she helped the visibly shaky Thunderstrike up. "Because it takes time to do it." Thunderstrike answered, "and my fine control sucks. I wanted to make sure no innocents were nearby too."
"Well, you handled it nicely," Warbird congratulated her.
"They seem to be upping the stakes, assuming these were sent by whomever is running the criminals in town," Thunderstrike noted tiredly.
"So you're fighting the Master Planner?" Ultra Girl asked.
Both women looked at her. "How do you know that name?" Warbird had to ask.
"My criminal contacts?" Ultra Girl shrugged. As both glared at the teen she sighed, "This guy wanted to sleep with me, he told me that to impress me."
To be continued...
Notes: the Melter is a B-list villain of Iron Man. His sole weapon was a beam to melt metal. Not showing the fight because it's be a waste of space.