POI fic: The new guy
TITLE: POI fic - The new guy
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: none
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 905
SUMMARY: Crossover AU. A different team
John “Hawkeye” Reese wasn’t sure about this new team.
It was certainly unusual, and in John’s long and unorthodox career he had certainly seen his fair share of unusual. Still, the team also had the greatest potential of any team he had been a member of.
There was no denying Stark’s suit was an impressive piece of technology, although one would expect no less from the genius. Reese’s own weaponry now included more tricks than James Bond, but while he might have more variety at his disposal the suit would still win hands down in in terms of shear power. Although the power that the Norseman seemed able to draw on when necessary might be even greater.
The problem was that while both Stark and this “Thor” had power in plenty, they lacked precision and tended to rely on their strength too much. There was a difference between skill and enthusiasm. They also had massive egos, which meant they didn’t play well with others.
The kid had potential. He at least had military experience in his past, giving him some discipline. Unfortunately he was still more comfortable following orders than giving them. But he had guts as well as a big heart, and John felt that being forced to deal with the egos of the other two would no doubt force the kid to be more assertive just in self defense.
John hadn’t been given much of a briefing on their latest recruit, so he thought he would go and try and get a read on the man before their first team exercise tomorrow.
John was surprised when the door to the new member’s room was opened by a short man with mousey hair and dark glasses. After introducing himself, John offered to provide a tour of the facilities. The man nodded and placed the books he had been unpacking on a shelf before coming to join John.
He seemed uncomfortable when they visited the shooting range, murmuring “I don’t like weapons.” He put his fingers in his ears as John demonstrated one of his explosive tipped arrows and asked “what happens when you miss?” “Don’t know” John replied, “never have.”
The recruit seemed almost as uncomfortable when they entered the gym. Eyeing the recruit’s slight physique, John tried to keep his voice neutral when he listed the variety of exercise equipment available. As they paused by a weight machine, the recruit commented that he tended to avoid strenuous activity. “Health problem?” John asked. “Something like that.” John didn’t pry any further, he figured Fury’s briefing material and the team exercise would provide all the answers he needed. And the man seemed to like his privacy.
John was rather surprised when the new guy showed up to the team exercise the next day in a loose T-shirt and baggy purple sweat pants. He now looked slightly embarrassed as well as uncomfortable. John had been expecting some sort of technological weaponry similar to the Iron Man suit. From Thor’s expression, John could tell he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to make of this new team mate. Captain America stepped forward to welcome the man and shake his hand. Iron Man completely ignored him.
They all waited and listened as the parameters of the exercise were outlined. They were to make their way through the maze to retrieve the flag at the other end. Of course, they would need to overcome a number of killer robots along the way, and avoid any booby traps they might encounter. As the exercise began Thor and Iron Man surged ahead eager to encounter the “enemy“. After exchanging a silent glance, Captain America and John stayed close to the new guy, who strode forward resigned but determined.
Things went well at first, Thor and Iron Man easily besting each robot they encountered and clearing the way. But as they fell into a sort of one-upmanship, they drew too far away from the others and were unprepared when a group of robots attacked en masse. John began firing arrow after exploding arrow to try and pick off some of their opponents and give them enough breathing room to regain the upper hand. They were both almost literally buried in a pile of the things. The situation became worse when lasers began to fire from the walls, and John was forced to redirect his fire to the laser mounts while Captain America provided protection with his shield. John had just neutralized the last laser when the three of them were all bowled over by an explosion from behind. John picked himself up, ears ringing as he turned toward this new threat only to see--a giant. A green giant, and not a very jolly one. John had just noted the giant was wearing a familiar pair of purple sweat pants (no longer baggy) when, with an inarticulate roar, the giant began smashing together the latest group of robots. He threw the compressed robot ball down the hallway, knocking aside a number of the robots attacking Thor and Iron Man. He then turned and proceeded to smash his way through the wall, disappearing from view. Sharing a baffled look, John and Captain America turned to follow, having seen that Thor and Iron Man had regained the upper hand against the robots. They were passing through the third hole-in-a-wall, when they met the behemoth returning, a small red flag clasped delicately in his enormous green fist.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: none
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 905
SUMMARY: Crossover AU. A different team
John “Hawkeye” Reese wasn’t sure about this new team.
It was certainly unusual, and in John’s long and unorthodox career he had certainly seen his fair share of unusual. Still, the team also had the greatest potential of any team he had been a member of.
There was no denying Stark’s suit was an impressive piece of technology, although one would expect no less from the genius. Reese’s own weaponry now included more tricks than James Bond, but while he might have more variety at his disposal the suit would still win hands down in in terms of shear power. Although the power that the Norseman seemed able to draw on when necessary might be even greater.
The problem was that while both Stark and this “Thor” had power in plenty, they lacked precision and tended to rely on their strength too much. There was a difference between skill and enthusiasm. They also had massive egos, which meant they didn’t play well with others.
The kid had potential. He at least had military experience in his past, giving him some discipline. Unfortunately he was still more comfortable following orders than giving them. But he had guts as well as a big heart, and John felt that being forced to deal with the egos of the other two would no doubt force the kid to be more assertive just in self defense.
John hadn’t been given much of a briefing on their latest recruit, so he thought he would go and try and get a read on the man before their first team exercise tomorrow.
John was surprised when the door to the new member’s room was opened by a short man with mousey hair and dark glasses. After introducing himself, John offered to provide a tour of the facilities. The man nodded and placed the books he had been unpacking on a shelf before coming to join John.
He seemed uncomfortable when they visited the shooting range, murmuring “I don’t like weapons.” He put his fingers in his ears as John demonstrated one of his explosive tipped arrows and asked “what happens when you miss?” “Don’t know” John replied, “never have.”
The recruit seemed almost as uncomfortable when they entered the gym. Eyeing the recruit’s slight physique, John tried to keep his voice neutral when he listed the variety of exercise equipment available. As they paused by a weight machine, the recruit commented that he tended to avoid strenuous activity. “Health problem?” John asked. “Something like that.” John didn’t pry any further, he figured Fury’s briefing material and the team exercise would provide all the answers he needed. And the man seemed to like his privacy.
John was rather surprised when the new guy showed up to the team exercise the next day in a loose T-shirt and baggy purple sweat pants. He now looked slightly embarrassed as well as uncomfortable. John had been expecting some sort of technological weaponry similar to the Iron Man suit. From Thor’s expression, John could tell he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to make of this new team mate. Captain America stepped forward to welcome the man and shake his hand. Iron Man completely ignored him.
They all waited and listened as the parameters of the exercise were outlined. They were to make their way through the maze to retrieve the flag at the other end. Of course, they would need to overcome a number of killer robots along the way, and avoid any booby traps they might encounter. As the exercise began Thor and Iron Man surged ahead eager to encounter the “enemy“. After exchanging a silent glance, Captain America and John stayed close to the new guy, who strode forward resigned but determined.
Things went well at first, Thor and Iron Man easily besting each robot they encountered and clearing the way. But as they fell into a sort of one-upmanship, they drew too far away from the others and were unprepared when a group of robots attacked en masse. John began firing arrow after exploding arrow to try and pick off some of their opponents and give them enough breathing room to regain the upper hand. They were both almost literally buried in a pile of the things. The situation became worse when lasers began to fire from the walls, and John was forced to redirect his fire to the laser mounts while Captain America provided protection with his shield. John had just neutralized the last laser when the three of them were all bowled over by an explosion from behind. John picked himself up, ears ringing as he turned toward this new threat only to see--a giant. A green giant, and not a very jolly one. John had just noted the giant was wearing a familiar pair of purple sweat pants (no longer baggy) when, with an inarticulate roar, the giant began smashing together the latest group of robots. He threw the compressed robot ball down the hallway, knocking aside a number of the robots attacking Thor and Iron Man. He then turned and proceeded to smash his way through the wall, disappearing from view. Sharing a baffled look, John and Captain America turned to follow, having seen that Thor and Iron Man had regained the upper hand against the robots. They were passing through the third hole-in-a-wall, when they met the behemoth returning, a small red flag clasped delicately in his enormous green fist.