Aug 1 - Favor Exchange, Buffy/Bruce Banner (FR-13)
Author: mmooch
Summary: **Part of the 2016 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. The Council needs something to save the world, but to get it, Buffy has to do favor after favor after favor…
Crossover: The Avengers
Rating: FR-13.
Word count: 734
Challenge: for the livejournal 2016 August Fic-a-Day Challenge. I’m also attempting to go through the Fic-For-All list on TtH for my daily ‘pairings’.
Timeline: before movie one for The Avengers; post-series for BtVS
Warning: likely to be a crackfic and I might mess with continuity as well if it suits me.
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al. The Avengers characters belong to Josh Whedon, Marvel Comics, et al. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean…
Next time Giles asked for a volunteer, Buffy was pushing Xander under the proverbial bus. “Oh, no…let me do this for you so you can go off on your vacation with your wife - my baby sister!” she had stupidly offered. As she pushed her way through yet another cobwebby mess, she vowed make that mistake again.
They needed this magical McGuffin thing to find out about a world-threat level prophecy, but to get to it, they needed somebody who could withstand high amounts of radiation without specialized equipment. Why? Buffy had asked the supposedly simple question, but zoned out after the first fifteen minutes of Giles’ lecture. It boiled to this: her job wasn’t to get the McGuffin; her job was to find the one human on earth known to be able complete the task…supposedly.
Bruce Banner had accidentally been dosed with radiation and manage to survive somehow. That made it both easy and hard to track him down. Willow and the Coven did a search for the special kind of radiation he was hit with and found an anomaly on these remote-ass islands - good news. But they weren’t able to pinpoint his location beyond a 50-mile radius - bad news. That meant she had to check each island and hope that she didn’t miss him.
Finally, she stepped into a clearing with a shack in the middle of it. Not knowing what kind of guy Banner was, she debated if it was better to barge in on him or warn him that she was there. In the end, it was moot because he walked out of the shack while she was going back and forth in her mind.
When he saw her, Bruce immediately scanned the surrounding area, looking for any back up she might have with her. Rather than play dumb, he decided to cut right to the chase by asking, “So who are you and who are you with? I can guess what you want.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Buffy replied. “I’m Buffy Summers and I’m with The Council. We need your help getting our hands on something that could help us save the world.” She saw no reason to lie to the guy, even if it did come off as a bit over-dramatic.
“And if I refuse to come with you?” he asked softly.
“Then I guess it’ll be ‘third times a charm’ for me,” she answered. “Or I guess it would be more like ‘three strikes and you’re out.’ Yeah, probably the second one since I’d be sacrificing myself again.”
Bruce was a little thrown by the casual way she was talking about her own life - at least that’s what it sounded like to him. “And if the…other guy refuses to come?”
Buffy’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Another guy? I was only told to ask you for help. Is he your partner or something?”
Leery that this was a ruse, Bruce walked closer to her and inquired, “You really don’t know about my situation?”
“All I know is you can handle radiation, which is important to the task we need your help with. Oh, and you’re a doctor of some kind. I don’t know if that’s like a real doctor or a sciencey one,” she tacked on after a couple seconds.
He was now close enough to test her, so he slammed his hand on the picnic table next to them and growled in fake anger, “Don’t lie to me!”
Since he had put himself into her space, Buffy reacted instinctively. She drew her hand back and punched him hard enough to knock him on his ass, but not so much to seriously injure him. Still, she swore under her breath when she realized what she had done and tried to apologize, “I’m sorry, but I don’t do well with people getting growly in my face.”
Too stunned to get angry, Bruce sat up and looked at her. Her hit was physically impossible for somebody her size…at least without enhancement of some kind.
“Why don’t you come in and we’ll talk about this task in greater detail,” Bruce suggested.
When she finished giving him the details, he said he’d think about it, but in the meantime, he needed her help with the other guy. Specifically, he needed help controlling his transformations and having pants that didn’t completely shred if he couldn’t stop the change.
A/N: And that’s day one.
Summary: **Part of the 2016 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. The Council needs something to save the world, but to get it, Buffy has to do favor after favor after favor…
Crossover: The Avengers
Rating: FR-13.
Word count: 734
Challenge: for the livejournal 2016 August Fic-a-Day Challenge. I’m also attempting to go through the Fic-For-All list on TtH for my daily ‘pairings’.
Timeline: before movie one for The Avengers; post-series for BtVS
Warning: likely to be a crackfic and I might mess with continuity as well if it suits me.
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et al. The Avengers characters belong to Josh Whedon, Marvel Comics, et al. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean…
Next time Giles asked for a volunteer, Buffy was pushing Xander under the proverbial bus. “Oh, no…let me do this for you so you can go off on your vacation with your wife - my baby sister!” she had stupidly offered. As she pushed her way through yet another cobwebby mess, she vowed make that mistake again.
They needed this magical McGuffin thing to find out about a world-threat level prophecy, but to get to it, they needed somebody who could withstand high amounts of radiation without specialized equipment. Why? Buffy had asked the supposedly simple question, but zoned out after the first fifteen minutes of Giles’ lecture. It boiled to this: her job wasn’t to get the McGuffin; her job was to find the one human on earth known to be able complete the task…supposedly.
Bruce Banner had accidentally been dosed with radiation and manage to survive somehow. That made it both easy and hard to track him down. Willow and the Coven did a search for the special kind of radiation he was hit with and found an anomaly on these remote-ass islands - good news. But they weren’t able to pinpoint his location beyond a 50-mile radius - bad news. That meant she had to check each island and hope that she didn’t miss him.
Finally, she stepped into a clearing with a shack in the middle of it. Not knowing what kind of guy Banner was, she debated if it was better to barge in on him or warn him that she was there. In the end, it was moot because he walked out of the shack while she was going back and forth in her mind.
When he saw her, Bruce immediately scanned the surrounding area, looking for any back up she might have with her. Rather than play dumb, he decided to cut right to the chase by asking, “So who are you and who are you with? I can guess what you want.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Buffy replied. “I’m Buffy Summers and I’m with The Council. We need your help getting our hands on something that could help us save the world.” She saw no reason to lie to the guy, even if it did come off as a bit over-dramatic.
“And if I refuse to come with you?” he asked softly.
“Then I guess it’ll be ‘third times a charm’ for me,” she answered. “Or I guess it would be more like ‘three strikes and you’re out.’ Yeah, probably the second one since I’d be sacrificing myself again.”
Bruce was a little thrown by the casual way she was talking about her own life - at least that’s what it sounded like to him. “And if the…other guy refuses to come?”
Buffy’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Another guy? I was only told to ask you for help. Is he your partner or something?”
Leery that this was a ruse, Bruce walked closer to her and inquired, “You really don’t know about my situation?”
“All I know is you can handle radiation, which is important to the task we need your help with. Oh, and you’re a doctor of some kind. I don’t know if that’s like a real doctor or a sciencey one,” she tacked on after a couple seconds.
He was now close enough to test her, so he slammed his hand on the picnic table next to them and growled in fake anger, “Don’t lie to me!”
Since he had put himself into her space, Buffy reacted instinctively. She drew her hand back and punched him hard enough to knock him on his ass, but not so much to seriously injure him. Still, she swore under her breath when she realized what she had done and tried to apologize, “I’m sorry, but I don’t do well with people getting growly in my face.”
Too stunned to get angry, Bruce sat up and looked at her. Her hit was physically impossible for somebody her size…at least without enhancement of some kind.
“Why don’t you come in and we’ll talk about this task in greater detail,” Bruce suggested.
When she finished giving him the details, he said he’d think about it, but in the meantime, he needed her help with the other guy. Specifically, he needed help controlling his transformations and having pants that didn’t completely shred if he couldn’t stop the change.
A/N: And that’s day one.