Drabble: How You Remind Me (Norman Osborn, Scott Summers)
Part 2 of my posting-things-from-last-year mission, just a drabble.
Title: How You Remind Me
Author: harmonyangel
Fandom: Marvel (X-Men, Dark Avengers)
Characters: Norman Osborn, Scott Summers
Word Count: 115
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Spoilers: The Utopia crossover.
Summary: Norman Osborn hates Scott Summers.
Author's Notes: Written for likeadeuce in the Utopia Fic Challenge at xmen_on_lj, for the prompt "Norman Osborn, Scott Summers: That Cyclops kid reminds Norman of somebody and he *doesn't like it one bit*."
How You Remind Me
As he watches him fly away with his idiotic jet pack, Norman Osborn knows one thing for sure: he hates Scott Summers.
The nerve of the boy, threatening him. Taunting him. Trying to tell him what to do. As if he has any power at all in this situation. As if his skinny limbs and laser eyes could hurt the most powerful man in the world.
Norman laughs, a cackle that grants his skin a green flush. Oh, no. Skinny little boys don't beat the Green Goblin. Skinny little boys with their quips and their taunts and their spandex costumes and their masks that cover their eyes, they don't get to win. Not this time.
Title: How You Remind Me
Author: harmonyangel
Fandom: Marvel (X-Men, Dark Avengers)
Characters: Norman Osborn, Scott Summers
Word Count: 115
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Spoilers: The Utopia crossover.
Summary: Norman Osborn hates Scott Summers.
Author's Notes: Written for likeadeuce in the Utopia Fic Challenge at xmen_on_lj, for the prompt "Norman Osborn, Scott Summers: That Cyclops kid reminds Norman of somebody and he *doesn't like it one bit*."
How You Remind Me
As he watches him fly away with his idiotic jet pack, Norman Osborn knows one thing for sure: he hates Scott Summers.
The nerve of the boy, threatening him. Taunting him. Trying to tell him what to do. As if he has any power at all in this situation. As if his skinny limbs and laser eyes could hurt the most powerful man in the world.
Norman laughs, a cackle that grants his skin a green flush. Oh, no. Skinny little boys don't beat the Green Goblin. Skinny little boys with their quips and their taunts and their spandex costumes and their masks that cover their eyes, they don't get to win. Not this time.