Vance blushed again, jaw tightening. He really, really didn't want to have to deal with this. It was bad enough being in this future without being laughed at.
It didn't help that he wobbled when he took a few steps forward. "Stupid things would be a lot easier if I had my powers." TK would keep him from falling over. "And laugh it up, Nova. You're the one on distraction duty."
Which Rich hadn't been that enthused about, so maybe that would snap him out of the laughter.
"We really should have asked for directions to the Temple," he said, following Cap and trying his best to look comfortable and confident. It wasn't easy, but once he got the hang of the heels, it was easier, at least.
No offense meant to his esteemed colleagues Scott and Ororo or the others he had followed on the various teams over the years, but when it came down to who he'd most want to lead when the chips were really down, Hank would go with Steve every time.
He turned to follow along.
So, Hank, what did you do today?
Oh, I got kidnapped by radical feminists from the future. We had to put Justice in drag to effect our escape.
No, really, what did you do today?
Why doesn't anyone ever believe my Avengers stories? Everyone believes my X-Men stories, and my X-Factor stories. Of course, even I don't believe my Defenders stories, and I was there for those...
Cap leads the team through the streets, careful to look every inch the part of the subservient slave to Justice's owner. Despite their ribbing of Vance, it's not the most convincing disguise... the Femazons, for example, seem to shave their legs.
Thankfully, Beast is a big help here. People are so busy looking at him, they're not paying close attention to his owner. It's not every day, even in the future, that someone blue and furry is led towards the Temple of Genetics.
He opens the door for Vance as they approach, bowing his head as he leads the others inside.
Dwayne's transformation from shy, somewhat awkward young man to cold eyed vigilante is startlingly fast; he stumbles forward a little, his hands seeming to flail in an attempt to keep balance while not touching the sacred flesh of a woman...
...the priestess feels gentle pressure on her shoulders and neck that, for an agonizing second, turns into piercing, burning pain...
...and the Night Thrasher falls, catching himself on a heavy thud to his knee, not seeming to have touched the woman at all. "Excuse my clumsiness." He murmurs, not looking directly at Vance or the actual woman.
"Good work, Thrasher," Cap nods. "Alright. If our intel is correct, nine left. Split up and find them, and take them out silently. Clint, you're with me... we're finding the best place to put that bomb in order to take this whole place down. Justice, Nova... you're on guard duty. Make sure no one else comes in."
He glances over in an adjoining room to see the machine set up there, and he shudders. Any amusement he felt before is gone -- this so-called "temple" is nothing more than a place for slaves to be sexually assaulted.
Vance glanced out the door, barely stifling a curse of his own. "We need to give them more time," he says, looking back into the temple, then at Rich. "We need a distraction."
Well, he didn't say the exact words. Is that somehow better, Rich?
"I got an idea to distract 'em," he said to Vance. "But you gotta make a big show of like...you're giving me over as a gift. Ah. A gift to entertain 'em. After that, you might wanna look away. Please."
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Sighing, he ran his hands back through his hair. "All right, all right. I'm coming."
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He tried. He really had. Nova was an Avenger now, it was a serious mission, he wanted to be taken seriously. He tried SO hard not to laugh.
"Sorry. Sorry. I'm stopping. Sorry."
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"That's enough, gentlemen. Remember he's doing this to save all of us."
He turns back towards the door. "And he'll be in charge of giving orders on the way over there."
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It didn't help that he wobbled when he took a few steps forward. "Stupid things would be a lot easier if I had my powers." TK would keep him from falling over. "And laugh it up, Nova. You're the one on distraction duty."
Which Rich hadn't been that enthused about, so maybe that would snap him out of the laughter.
"We really should have asked for directions to the Temple," he said, following Cap and trying his best to look comfortable and confident. It wasn't easy, but once he got the hang of the heels, it was easier, at least.
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He turned to follow along.
So, Hank, what did you do today?
Oh, I got kidnapped by radical feminists from the future. We had to put Justice in drag to effect our escape.
No, really, what did you do today?
Why doesn't anyone ever believe my Avengers stories? Everyone believes my X-Men stories, and my X-Factor stories. Of course, even I don't believe my Defenders stories, and I was there for those...
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Thankfully, Beast is a big help here. People are so busy looking at him, they're not paying close attention to his owner. It's not every day, even in the future, that someone blue and furry is led towards the Temple of Genetics.
He opens the door for Vance as they approach, bowing his head as he leads the others inside.
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"Solidarity, sister! Have your slaves disrobe and we can begin..."
She's approaching, but her voice begins to drop off as she approaches and looks at Vance a little more closely...
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...the priestess feels gentle pressure on her shoulders and neck that, for an agonizing second, turns into piercing, burning pain...
...and the Night Thrasher falls, catching himself on a heavy thud to his knee, not seeming to have touched the woman at all. "Excuse my clumsiness." He murmurs, not looking directly at Vance or the actual woman.
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He glances over in an adjoining room to see the machine set up there, and he shudders. Any amusement he felt before is gone -- this so-called "temple" is nothing more than a place for slaves to be sexually assaulted.
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Apparently, someone had an early appointment.
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"Aw, $%@#."
Please, Vance, don't say 'We need to distract them somehow,' please don't say 'we need to distract them somehow,' please don't say--
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Well, he didn't say the exact words. Is that somehow better, Rich?
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For the love of God.
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