Santa's Helper
Title: Santa's Helper?
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Avengers (Movieverse)
Characters: mini!Buffy, mini!Willow, mini!Xander, Nick Fury, the Avengers
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Word Count: 1350
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of the Avengers belong to Marvel, etc. All are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: You will need to suspend some disbelief. For this scenario, it wold work better if the Scoobies were five or six, but I didn't think they could have remained hidden that long, so I'm pushing bounds of believability and having them be 4 (almost five!) so they will have more training then when this would really have happened just days after they arrived.
Related stories: A New Start, Logistics, Scenes From Down On The Farm, Meeting Miss Darcy, Meeting Uncle Bucky, Hammer Time, Snippets, Mother Son Time, The Frist Mission, The Power Of Love, Meeting Buffy's Boyfriends, Peas and Tanks, Cooking With Willow, The Right Place
Xander's eyes grew wide as he spotted the man entering the conference room they weren't allowed to enter. It was the man Uncle Clint had told them about, the one he said showed up and made it seem like Christmas when he opened the armory (which they couldn't go into until they were “older”). That could only mean he had a direct line to Santa! The fact it was only August meant that Santa would have extra time to work on their gifts this year.
Turning, he headed off to get Buffy and Willow. They had plans to make.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Nick Fury was a man who knew things. He didn't like secrets - other people having secrets - because those secrets tended to get the wrong people killed.
The Avengers had been hiding something from him, from SHIELD and, thanks to some excellent analysis and routine paranoia involved in working for him, he now knew what it was they were hiding.
Three potentially dangerous beings had come through a portal from another dimension and the Avengers had taken them in rather than turning them over to SHIELD for quarantine and examination. These sorts of beings needed to be controlled, not coddled. It didn't matter that their ages at the time were listed at three-years-old, there was no telling what sort of threat they posed.
“You are not taking our children,” Black Widow (because it was definitely not Natasha with that level of menace in her voice) declared. Captain America and the Scarlet Witch stood on either side of her with the others loosely gathered around them, clearly showing which side they had chosen.
Outside the room, three small figures stepped back from the door. Had something happened? Why would anyone want to take them away or see them as a threat? Especially someone who worked for Santa?
“Maybe something took over his mind and is making him mean,” Willow whispered.
“Wouldn't Dad and the others know that and take him down?” Buffy asked.
“Maybe they can't,” Xander offered.
“It's up to us to save them from the Big Meany,” Buffy declared.
“But how? What powers do we have that we're allowed to use?” Willow asked.
The three were silent for several moments before Xander brightened. “We have the power of cute!”
The trio exchanged grins. Uncle Bruce had taught them about the power of cute that they possessed and then made them promise to never, ever use it on any of the Avengers. But that man wasn't an Avenger.
After a few minutes of planning, as much as a group of four-year-olds could plan, they gave the special override code they weren't supposed to know about to Friday so she would let them into the room.
Once the door was open, they didn't hesitate and swarmed over to Director Fury. They stopped just in front of him for a moment and allowed their eyes to go wide and mouths to drop open as if in awe.
“It is you!” Willow squealed in glee.
“Mister Director Fury, sir, we're so glad you're here,” Xander added.
“Uncle Clint says you have the bestest toys after Uncle Tony and an armory like Christmas and it's almost Christmas in four months and the Santa's aren't in the mall yet, but if you give toys and make it like Christmas, you must know Santa, so we can tell you what we want!” Buffy babbled, moving forward and climbing into his lap during her speech while Willow and Xander took up positions on either side of the director. They needed to move quickly before their parents recovered from their shock.
The director, not one to be surprised often, was taken aback, not only by the sudden onslaught, but by the fact these were really children, creatures he had very little to nothing to do with if at all possible. And it was possible for him to have nothing to do with them, dirty little germ factories that they were.
“I want a super big Lego set!” Xander practically shouted from next to the Director, causing Fury to turn his head and lean slightly toward Willow.
“And I want a super-cool chemistry set!” Willow pleaded, ensuring her eyes were as wide as possible. “With real chemicals, not the color water kind.”
Buffy reached forward and tugged on the lapels of his jacket. “Mister Director Fury,” she started, her own eyes wide, her little face pleading, “may I have a Pretty Princess Game and a crossbow with real arrows and a Playdough Fun Factory and...”
“Got it!” Xander called out before she could continue.
Buffy leaped off the Dirctor's lap. Willow and Xander quickly made their way to her sides. Fury looked confused for a moment before he tried to move and found his hands secured to the chair in which he was sitting.
The trio, satisfied with their work, met their still shocked parents half-way around the conference table and immediately reached their arms upward, demanding to be picked up. It was a wish their parents quickly granted. The adults swept their children to the other side of the table, away from the Director while the other Avengers moved to stand between the children and the seated man.
Once standing still, Buffy tugged on Steve's shirt. “Daddy, can you fix him now?”
“Fix him?” Steve asked confused.
“Yeah,” Willow agreed. “Uncle Clint says he makes it seem like Christmas which means he must work for Santa, but people who work for Santa are happy, not mean and they don't want to take kids away from their parents and....”
Wanda placed a hand over her babbling daughter's mouth. “No one is going to take you away from us,” Wanda assured, ignoring the part about something making the Director mean.
“Um, Mom?” Xander asked, sheepishly.
“Yes?” she asked, never fully taking her eyes off Fury.
“I have some things of his I need to put on the table,” Xander admitted.
“Me too,” Buffy and Willow chimed in.
The adults moved closer to the table and crouched down so the children could reach it. Once they were close enough, the three preschoolers began to lay out their items. Smiles twitched on the faces of the Avengers as Fury's filled with, well, fury.
The tiny trio laid out Fury's wallet, SHIELD ID, several weapons which Rhodey quickly secured and several other items, some of which caused raised eyebrows from the parents.
The adults stared in wonder at the collection and the fact that Director Fury was secured to his chair.
It was the Director's laughter that shook the adults from their bemusement. “Dangerous indeed,” he observed. “But very loyal to you and, apparently, easily trained.” When three sets of arms tightened around the three children, he shook his head. “No interference from me, but I will be keeping an eye on them,” he warned. “Now, would someone set me free?”
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Director Fury would never be completely free of suspicion about the tiny terror trio, but, as promised, neither SHIELD nor Fury himself interfered with the children. The speculative look in his eye as their training progressed was chalked up as an unavoidable consequence of establishing lives for the trio in their new world. The team would just need to be sure the kids knew that they were in no way beholden to SHIELD or required to work there.
The kids, of course, weren't aware of the intrigue that surrounded them. What they did know is that on Christmas day, they each got exactly what they asked for from the Director: Xander got the largest Lego set he'd ever seen; Willow got a chemistry set with real chemicals (none of which could be combined to make anything dangerous) and Buffy got her Pretty Princess game, Playdough Fun Factory and an actual crossbow complete with arrows that looked very realistic until the tips were touched and revealed to be made out of foam.
Each gift came with a tag that read “From Uncle Nick”.
End
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Avengers (Movieverse)
Characters: mini!Buffy, mini!Willow, mini!Xander, Nick Fury, the Avengers
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Word Count: 1350
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of the Avengers belong to Marvel, etc. All are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: You will need to suspend some disbelief. For this scenario, it wold work better if the Scoobies were five or six, but I didn't think they could have remained hidden that long, so I'm pushing bounds of believability and having them be 4 (almost five!) so they will have more training then when this would really have happened just days after they arrived.
Related stories: A New Start, Logistics, Scenes From Down On The Farm, Meeting Miss Darcy, Meeting Uncle Bucky, Hammer Time, Snippets, Mother Son Time, The Frist Mission, The Power Of Love, Meeting Buffy's Boyfriends, Peas and Tanks, Cooking With Willow, The Right Place
Xander's eyes grew wide as he spotted the man entering the conference room they weren't allowed to enter. It was the man Uncle Clint had told them about, the one he said showed up and made it seem like Christmas when he opened the armory (which they couldn't go into until they were “older”). That could only mean he had a direct line to Santa! The fact it was only August meant that Santa would have extra time to work on their gifts this year.
Turning, he headed off to get Buffy and Willow. They had plans to make.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Nick Fury was a man who knew things. He didn't like secrets - other people having secrets - because those secrets tended to get the wrong people killed.
The Avengers had been hiding something from him, from SHIELD and, thanks to some excellent analysis and routine paranoia involved in working for him, he now knew what it was they were hiding.
Three potentially dangerous beings had come through a portal from another dimension and the Avengers had taken them in rather than turning them over to SHIELD for quarantine and examination. These sorts of beings needed to be controlled, not coddled. It didn't matter that their ages at the time were listed at three-years-old, there was no telling what sort of threat they posed.
“You are not taking our children,” Black Widow (because it was definitely not Natasha with that level of menace in her voice) declared. Captain America and the Scarlet Witch stood on either side of her with the others loosely gathered around them, clearly showing which side they had chosen.
Outside the room, three small figures stepped back from the door. Had something happened? Why would anyone want to take them away or see them as a threat? Especially someone who worked for Santa?
“Maybe something took over his mind and is making him mean,” Willow whispered.
“Wouldn't Dad and the others know that and take him down?” Buffy asked.
“Maybe they can't,” Xander offered.
“It's up to us to save them from the Big Meany,” Buffy declared.
“But how? What powers do we have that we're allowed to use?” Willow asked.
The three were silent for several moments before Xander brightened. “We have the power of cute!”
The trio exchanged grins. Uncle Bruce had taught them about the power of cute that they possessed and then made them promise to never, ever use it on any of the Avengers. But that man wasn't an Avenger.
After a few minutes of planning, as much as a group of four-year-olds could plan, they gave the special override code they weren't supposed to know about to Friday so she would let them into the room.
Once the door was open, they didn't hesitate and swarmed over to Director Fury. They stopped just in front of him for a moment and allowed their eyes to go wide and mouths to drop open as if in awe.
“It is you!” Willow squealed in glee.
“Mister Director Fury, sir, we're so glad you're here,” Xander added.
“Uncle Clint says you have the bestest toys after Uncle Tony and an armory like Christmas and it's almost Christmas in four months and the Santa's aren't in the mall yet, but if you give toys and make it like Christmas, you must know Santa, so we can tell you what we want!” Buffy babbled, moving forward and climbing into his lap during her speech while Willow and Xander took up positions on either side of the director. They needed to move quickly before their parents recovered from their shock.
The director, not one to be surprised often, was taken aback, not only by the sudden onslaught, but by the fact these were really children, creatures he had very little to nothing to do with if at all possible. And it was possible for him to have nothing to do with them, dirty little germ factories that they were.
“I want a super big Lego set!” Xander practically shouted from next to the Director, causing Fury to turn his head and lean slightly toward Willow.
“And I want a super-cool chemistry set!” Willow pleaded, ensuring her eyes were as wide as possible. “With real chemicals, not the color water kind.”
Buffy reached forward and tugged on the lapels of his jacket. “Mister Director Fury,” she started, her own eyes wide, her little face pleading, “may I have a Pretty Princess Game and a crossbow with real arrows and a Playdough Fun Factory and...”
“Got it!” Xander called out before she could continue.
Buffy leaped off the Dirctor's lap. Willow and Xander quickly made their way to her sides. Fury looked confused for a moment before he tried to move and found his hands secured to the chair in which he was sitting.
The trio, satisfied with their work, met their still shocked parents half-way around the conference table and immediately reached their arms upward, demanding to be picked up. It was a wish their parents quickly granted. The adults swept their children to the other side of the table, away from the Director while the other Avengers moved to stand between the children and the seated man.
Once standing still, Buffy tugged on Steve's shirt. “Daddy, can you fix him now?”
“Fix him?” Steve asked confused.
“Yeah,” Willow agreed. “Uncle Clint says he makes it seem like Christmas which means he must work for Santa, but people who work for Santa are happy, not mean and they don't want to take kids away from their parents and....”
Wanda placed a hand over her babbling daughter's mouth. “No one is going to take you away from us,” Wanda assured, ignoring the part about something making the Director mean.
“Um, Mom?” Xander asked, sheepishly.
“Yes?” she asked, never fully taking her eyes off Fury.
“I have some things of his I need to put on the table,” Xander admitted.
“Me too,” Buffy and Willow chimed in.
The adults moved closer to the table and crouched down so the children could reach it. Once they were close enough, the three preschoolers began to lay out their items. Smiles twitched on the faces of the Avengers as Fury's filled with, well, fury.
The tiny trio laid out Fury's wallet, SHIELD ID, several weapons which Rhodey quickly secured and several other items, some of which caused raised eyebrows from the parents.
The adults stared in wonder at the collection and the fact that Director Fury was secured to his chair.
It was the Director's laughter that shook the adults from their bemusement. “Dangerous indeed,” he observed. “But very loyal to you and, apparently, easily trained.” When three sets of arms tightened around the three children, he shook his head. “No interference from me, but I will be keeping an eye on them,” he warned. “Now, would someone set me free?”
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Director Fury would never be completely free of suspicion about the tiny terror trio, but, as promised, neither SHIELD nor Fury himself interfered with the children. The speculative look in his eye as their training progressed was chalked up as an unavoidable consequence of establishing lives for the trio in their new world. The team would just need to be sure the kids knew that they were in no way beholden to SHIELD or required to work there.
The kids, of course, weren't aware of the intrigue that surrounded them. What they did know is that on Christmas day, they each got exactly what they asked for from the Director: Xander got the largest Lego set he'd ever seen; Willow got a chemistry set with real chemicals (none of which could be combined to make anything dangerous) and Buffy got her Pretty Princess game, Playdough Fun Factory and an actual crossbow complete with arrows that looked very realistic until the tips were touched and revealed to be made out of foam.
Each gift came with a tag that read “From Uncle Nick”.
End