Aug 25 - Kept Buffy, Part 2 (FR-13)
Aug 25 - Kept Buffy, Part 2 (FR-13)
Author: mmooch
Chapter Summary: **Part of the 2018 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Fury makes Buffy an offer she won’t refuse.
Crossover: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 1480
Challenge: for the livejournal 2018 August Fic-a-Day Challenge.
Timeline: season 6 ‘Smashed’ for BtVS; while Fury was around for MCU
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. MCU belongs, unsurprisingly, to Marvel Comics. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Sunnydale
Buffy wanted to keep patrolling since going home meant dealing with housework, bill and Dawn…none of which she felt up to at the moment. Of course, there was always the frozen security guard to deal with. Deciding that was the easier option, Buffy started towards the Magic Box.
Once there, she called the house and checked in on Dawn, annoying her younger sister with her overprotectiveness. “God, Buffy, we’re just watching a movie!” she snapped.
Tara took the phone and tried to sooth things over, to marginal success. When she worked out the schedule for getting Dawn home, they said their goodbyes and hung up.
“Where’s Willow?” Buffy asked Xander and Anya, surprised the red-head wasn’t already deep into the research.
Looking unhappy, Xander answered, “Out with Amy, bonding or something.”
“Something meaning using magic irresponsibly, probably,” Anya pitched in.
Confused at the animosity in their voices, Buffy inquired, “What do you mean?
“We mean that ever since she brought you back…well, actually, it was long before then, but Willow’s gone overboard with the whole magic deal,” Xander explained. “Tara’s right about her being too dependent on it.”
“Great!” Buffy muttered, thinking it was just another thing she’d have to heal with. Like she didn’t already have enough on her plate. And that wasn’t even including that sick attraction she was feeling for Spike she since was resurrected.
She needed to talk to somebody before she did anything she’d regret. Xander was so far out that she could call him a spaceman. Anya probably would say something inappropriate about orgasms. Willow apparently was too caught up with her own thing to care and Giles was thousands of miles away. She could always try Tara…which was a pretty good idea now that she was thinking about it.
A couple hours of fruitless researching later, Spike called with some information…supposedly, and she was about to ignore him, but her research buddies wanted to go home. Since she didn’t feel like going back to her house, she started to head out to the cemetery.
She only got to the intersection when a black man with a black trench coat and eye patch stepped into her path. Cliché much? So help her, if he started monologuing about how she was going to die, she’d make his death extra painful.
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Fury’s POV
Fury thought long and hard about how he should approach the Slayer, and none of his plans sounded good when he faced her in the street. He knew that it wouldn’t matter if he came during the day or night. In fact, she probably was more aware during the night hours. He also knew that meeting her at her home would make her feel defensive, which he really didn’t want.
“Buffy Summers, I’m Nick Fury and I have a proposition to make you,” he said, almost groaning as he heard the words come out. He used to be so much better at this.
“That’s new…kind of,” she replied. “Hate to tell you that Dracula has already offered to make me his queen.”
“That came out wrong…and I’m not a vampire,” Fury clarified, realizing that she might have taken his badass look for something else.
“Uh-huh,” she clearly didn’t believe him. “Should I call you Blade? Are you a daywalker?”
“You can’t think of somebody cooler than him to compare me to?” he demanded, somewhat offended. Sure, as vamps went, Blade was kind of badass, too, but not nearly as much as him. He held out his arm and said, “Take my pulse if you don’t believe me.”
She carefully reached out with her left hand while holding a stake in her right and felt for circulation. She was actually surprised when she found some, but she wasn’t ready to let down her guard just yet. “Still doesn’t mean you can’t be evil.”
“You hungry? I want to get something to eat,” Fury changed the subject momentarily. “We can talk at the restaurant…my treat.”
“Ok, if you’re buying, we’ll go to Fitgers Steakhouse,” Buffy challenged, only to have him nod approvingly.
He waited until they had ordered before telling her why he was there, “I work for a world government agency tasked with the safety of humankind,” he held up his hand to stop her protest, “We aren’t involved in the supernatural conflict at the present. We just handled an extraterrestrial invasion, but mostly it’s humans we fight again. Some are normal types who want to wreak havoc, but others have superhuman abilities. Have you heard of the Hulk?”
“I think so,” she hedged, “Not so jolly green giant?”
“That’s him,” Fury confirmed. “He’s actually part of our team now that he understands his condition a little better.”
“Let me guess, you want me to join your team?” Buffy snarked angrily.
He held out his hands in a placating manner, “No, no. My organization doesn’t even know about you - at least not officially that I’ve seen,” he corrected himself. It was entirely possible some people knew about her. “Even if we did, you’re too valuable where you are now to change that.”
Confused, she asked, “So why are you here?”
Deciding to lay his cards on the table, Fury admitted, “I saw that your Watcher, Rupert Giles, left the country with no indication that he was returning any time soon. I also know about your mother’s death earlier this year. My condolences, by the way. With both of those events happening so close to each other, I thought you may need some assistance.”
“What kind of assistance?” she inquired warily.
“Financial to start with,” Fury said, feeling this was going far better than he anticipated.
“In exchange for what?”
“In exchange for what you are already doing every night. I know your ex, Angel runs a detective agency and charges, but somehow I don’t see you choosing that path. On the other hand, it’s not as if you can have a normal job - unless your boss knows about the supernatural and understands why you had to miss a day,” he pointed out reasonably.
God, she hadn’t even thought about that! Even if she had any marketable skills for a job, with her luck, a demon would attack during her interview…assuming her boss wasn’t a demon themselves. “What kind of money are we talking about?” She felt slightly dirty just asking, but then she reminded herself that Watchers got paid, so why shouldn’t she?
Really, why wouldn’t the Council pay the Slayers? Was it because so few of them reached the age where they would be out on their own?
Before her mental rant could go too far, Fury replied, “To start with, I was thinking of a lump sum payment to ensure that you don’t lose your house or have to eat ramen noodles for the next five years. Then a paycheck for a job - purely on paper - so the government doesn’t wonder how you are making ends meet.” He took out a slip of paper, wrote a couple numbers on it and showed it to her.
“Wow,” she gasped, “That’s a lot of money!”
Shaking his head, Fury disagreed, “Not really…when you consider all the costs involved in running a household, plus raising a teenager. Not to mention the expenses you probably incur due to your Slayer duties, like clothing replacement.”
“Yeah, I’ve lost track of how many outfits and shoes I’ve had to replace over the years. Some really cute ones, too!” Buffy said with a pout. “And I’m not going to have to do anything I don’t already do to get this?” she checked.
“Well, if you need additional funds for clothing or household repairs due to demons, you’d have to submit paperwork to justify the reimbursement,” Fury cautioned, knowing that he would immediately shred and burn the paperwork as soon as he read it.
“This sounds too good to be true; can I have some time to think about it and talk to my friends?” Buffy asked, wondering if he would demand an immediate answer.
“Take all the time you need,” he assured her. Handing her a card, he told her, “This is my number while I’m here in town. If you decide to take me up on my offer, I’ll give you my permanent number. I’ll even talk to your friends if it would make them feel better.”
As they walked out, he took an envelope and pressed it in her hand, saying, “Just something for taking the time to listen to me and not beating me up when I mentioned I worked for the government.”
Buffy gave him a half-smile and responded, “It was pretty close, but then I didn’t want to give up the free meal.” She held up the doggy bag, which held a to-go order and added, “I’d better get this home to my sister while its still hot…Thanks.”
“My honor,” Fury answered sincerely.
A/N: I’m hoping that I made this somewhat realistic, both in his offer and her reluctance to accept right away. If you notice, I saved her from the sex scene in the demolished building. Yay, me!
Author: mmooch
Chapter Summary: **Part of the 2018 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Fury makes Buffy an offer she won’t refuse.
Crossover: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 1480
Challenge: for the livejournal 2018 August Fic-a-Day Challenge.
Timeline: season 6 ‘Smashed’ for BtVS; while Fury was around for MCU
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. MCU belongs, unsurprisingly, to Marvel Comics. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Sunnydale
Buffy wanted to keep patrolling since going home meant dealing with housework, bill and Dawn…none of which she felt up to at the moment. Of course, there was always the frozen security guard to deal with. Deciding that was the easier option, Buffy started towards the Magic Box.
Once there, she called the house and checked in on Dawn, annoying her younger sister with her overprotectiveness. “God, Buffy, we’re just watching a movie!” she snapped.
Tara took the phone and tried to sooth things over, to marginal success. When she worked out the schedule for getting Dawn home, they said their goodbyes and hung up.
“Where’s Willow?” Buffy asked Xander and Anya, surprised the red-head wasn’t already deep into the research.
Looking unhappy, Xander answered, “Out with Amy, bonding or something.”
“Something meaning using magic irresponsibly, probably,” Anya pitched in.
Confused at the animosity in their voices, Buffy inquired, “What do you mean?
“We mean that ever since she brought you back…well, actually, it was long before then, but Willow’s gone overboard with the whole magic deal,” Xander explained. “Tara’s right about her being too dependent on it.”
“Great!” Buffy muttered, thinking it was just another thing she’d have to heal with. Like she didn’t already have enough on her plate. And that wasn’t even including that sick attraction she was feeling for Spike she since was resurrected.
She needed to talk to somebody before she did anything she’d regret. Xander was so far out that she could call him a spaceman. Anya probably would say something inappropriate about orgasms. Willow apparently was too caught up with her own thing to care and Giles was thousands of miles away. She could always try Tara…which was a pretty good idea now that she was thinking about it.
A couple hours of fruitless researching later, Spike called with some information…supposedly, and she was about to ignore him, but her research buddies wanted to go home. Since she didn’t feel like going back to her house, she started to head out to the cemetery.
She only got to the intersection when a black man with a black trench coat and eye patch stepped into her path. Cliché much? So help her, if he started monologuing about how she was going to die, she’d make his death extra painful.
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Fury’s POV
Fury thought long and hard about how he should approach the Slayer, and none of his plans sounded good when he faced her in the street. He knew that it wouldn’t matter if he came during the day or night. In fact, she probably was more aware during the night hours. He also knew that meeting her at her home would make her feel defensive, which he really didn’t want.
“Buffy Summers, I’m Nick Fury and I have a proposition to make you,” he said, almost groaning as he heard the words come out. He used to be so much better at this.
“That’s new…kind of,” she replied. “Hate to tell you that Dracula has already offered to make me his queen.”
“That came out wrong…and I’m not a vampire,” Fury clarified, realizing that she might have taken his badass look for something else.
“Uh-huh,” she clearly didn’t believe him. “Should I call you Blade? Are you a daywalker?”
“You can’t think of somebody cooler than him to compare me to?” he demanded, somewhat offended. Sure, as vamps went, Blade was kind of badass, too, but not nearly as much as him. He held out his arm and said, “Take my pulse if you don’t believe me.”
She carefully reached out with her left hand while holding a stake in her right and felt for circulation. She was actually surprised when she found some, but she wasn’t ready to let down her guard just yet. “Still doesn’t mean you can’t be evil.”
“You hungry? I want to get something to eat,” Fury changed the subject momentarily. “We can talk at the restaurant…my treat.”
“Ok, if you’re buying, we’ll go to Fitgers Steakhouse,” Buffy challenged, only to have him nod approvingly.
He waited until they had ordered before telling her why he was there, “I work for a world government agency tasked with the safety of humankind,” he held up his hand to stop her protest, “We aren’t involved in the supernatural conflict at the present. We just handled an extraterrestrial invasion, but mostly it’s humans we fight again. Some are normal types who want to wreak havoc, but others have superhuman abilities. Have you heard of the Hulk?”
“I think so,” she hedged, “Not so jolly green giant?”
“That’s him,” Fury confirmed. “He’s actually part of our team now that he understands his condition a little better.”
“Let me guess, you want me to join your team?” Buffy snarked angrily.
He held out his hands in a placating manner, “No, no. My organization doesn’t even know about you - at least not officially that I’ve seen,” he corrected himself. It was entirely possible some people knew about her. “Even if we did, you’re too valuable where you are now to change that.”
Confused, she asked, “So why are you here?”
Deciding to lay his cards on the table, Fury admitted, “I saw that your Watcher, Rupert Giles, left the country with no indication that he was returning any time soon. I also know about your mother’s death earlier this year. My condolences, by the way. With both of those events happening so close to each other, I thought you may need some assistance.”
“What kind of assistance?” she inquired warily.
“Financial to start with,” Fury said, feeling this was going far better than he anticipated.
“In exchange for what?”
“In exchange for what you are already doing every night. I know your ex, Angel runs a detective agency and charges, but somehow I don’t see you choosing that path. On the other hand, it’s not as if you can have a normal job - unless your boss knows about the supernatural and understands why you had to miss a day,” he pointed out reasonably.
God, she hadn’t even thought about that! Even if she had any marketable skills for a job, with her luck, a demon would attack during her interview…assuming her boss wasn’t a demon themselves. “What kind of money are we talking about?” She felt slightly dirty just asking, but then she reminded herself that Watchers got paid, so why shouldn’t she?
Really, why wouldn’t the Council pay the Slayers? Was it because so few of them reached the age where they would be out on their own?
Before her mental rant could go too far, Fury replied, “To start with, I was thinking of a lump sum payment to ensure that you don’t lose your house or have to eat ramen noodles for the next five years. Then a paycheck for a job - purely on paper - so the government doesn’t wonder how you are making ends meet.” He took out a slip of paper, wrote a couple numbers on it and showed it to her.
“Wow,” she gasped, “That’s a lot of money!”
Shaking his head, Fury disagreed, “Not really…when you consider all the costs involved in running a household, plus raising a teenager. Not to mention the expenses you probably incur due to your Slayer duties, like clothing replacement.”
“Yeah, I’ve lost track of how many outfits and shoes I’ve had to replace over the years. Some really cute ones, too!” Buffy said with a pout. “And I’m not going to have to do anything I don’t already do to get this?” she checked.
“Well, if you need additional funds for clothing or household repairs due to demons, you’d have to submit paperwork to justify the reimbursement,” Fury cautioned, knowing that he would immediately shred and burn the paperwork as soon as he read it.
“This sounds too good to be true; can I have some time to think about it and talk to my friends?” Buffy asked, wondering if he would demand an immediate answer.
“Take all the time you need,” he assured her. Handing her a card, he told her, “This is my number while I’m here in town. If you decide to take me up on my offer, I’ll give you my permanent number. I’ll even talk to your friends if it would make them feel better.”
As they walked out, he took an envelope and pressed it in her hand, saying, “Just something for taking the time to listen to me and not beating me up when I mentioned I worked for the government.”
Buffy gave him a half-smile and responded, “It was pretty close, but then I didn’t want to give up the free meal.” She held up the doggy bag, which held a to-go order and added, “I’d better get this home to my sister while its still hot…Thanks.”
“My honor,” Fury answered sincerely.
A/N: I’m hoping that I made this somewhat realistic, both in his offer and her reluctance to accept right away. If you notice, I saved her from the sex scene in the demolished building. Yay, me!