heroes & their consequences

R.O.S.S. 3000 ♠ tony & bruce

Bruce approaches the hologram slowly and the concern in his expression is pained and flickers with curiosity like the dimming letters of an old, neon sign. A girl. Slight and blonde, so familiar even though he’s sure he’s never seen her before, “What…” he asks Tony when he’s close enough to be bathed in the projections blue light, “It’s a girl. You’re making a girl?”

He doesn’t always get Tony. This is one of those times. The schematics are right there, rotating in several blocks on the screen beside her. The skeleton and it’s laser-red eyes specifically give Bruce pause, “You’re making a Terminator.” he reaches up to nervously grip at his hair with both hands, “This is a Terminator! Are you outta your mind?”

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                            "Slayer," Tony corrects, pushing his hands in his pockets and wearing on Bruce's expression from the other side of the hologram, "I'm making a Slayer. Vampire Slayer, in point of fact. Something the world desperately needs, can we agree on that?"

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                        Thor's too familiar, already. He'd offered Elektra his arm at the start of the night and has since been leading her around by the hand like there's a night circus out there just waiting for them to find it. He's enthusiastic by nature, eager to show off the crags and nooks he's found in the city. Little dives and out-of-the-way shacks aren't new to him but they were never part of the landscape in Asgard and the shine hasn't worn off for him.

"You'll thank me for this, one day," he's promised it at least four times since the twilight set in, "They're very good," a high compliment from a big eater. Thor's almost too serious, now, like he's got to convince a judge to let him off the hook for something he clearly did, "It's almost as if they've crammed extra taco into these Earth Tacos."

                                 They aren't far off their destination, a little street taco cart that's closing up for the night. The man covering his black chalkboard sign with saran wrap, a local named Willy who stupidly moved back to Brooklyn to get away from the world's hellmouths and doesn't know why people laugh at the name, 'Willy's Wieners', takes one look at Thor and points at him as if he expects it to ward Thor off, "You! Uh-uh, no way! You get outta here! I already told you, I don't sell grog. I don't even know what it is!"

Lilah smiled. “Quite a lot actually,we have a sizable chunk of our files and records room devoted to your former boyfriend.”

           Now, there's something Buffy clearly didn't expect to hear. Doesn't seem to like it, either. She slowly takes a step towards Lilah, all the potential energy of a fight in her expression, "We? Who's 'we'? Don’t play games with me."

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         It's dark, damp. What little light there is only makes the whole 'alley' experience creepier, even grotesque. Damon's pulse is beating his gait, quick and hard, rushing blood in his ears. Quiet as a mouse, on the trail of a pretty little witch who's yards ahead of him, somewhere in the din where his human eyes can't follow.

He feels alive, for a change. Stalking his prey, finding exhilaration in the chase the way he has for lifetimes. Sure, it's not the same without his heightened hearing, sight. The speed. God, he misses the speed, but even without those things he feels a little like his old self, tonight.

“Not really,but I thought maybe Angel Might’ve mentioned me at least once…”

          “Angel...” now, that’s got Buffy’s attention. She slowly folds her arms, levels her brow, “What do you know about Angel?”

                "Was I not supposed to press that button? Well, then, why did they paint it red? Red’s the ‘press me’ color. Right? Literally the color you paint something when you want people to push it. In my defense, I was left unattended..”

         “Lilah Morgan. Am I supposed to know who that is?”

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               “Is it just me, or is it way more dangerous with all the superheroes around? Buildings collapsing, planes falling out of the sky... I wish Ric wasn’t so dead set on working in the city. The girls are really settling in to Xavier’s school, they’re making friends.” Caroline sighs, takes a sip of her coffee and takes the seat across from Bonnie at an over-priced coffee house in a city she’s not fond of, “I guess he’s an Avenger now. I get it, he wants purpose. I just wish he could find purpose in D.C.”

          “This does not have to end in bloodshed, Brother. You have the power to stop it.”

           "Mysty. Can I call you 'Mysty'?" Tony can't shut up. It's a thing with him. He's pouring himself a drink, one he sorely needs, but he can't take his eyes off his guest. Motions between them to get his point across, "I feel like we're on a nickname basis, what with you trying to kill my protege and all. Yadda-yadda, attack the world. Attack Stark Industries. Scotch?"

            "Yeah. That's the trouble, right? With winging it? Something always goes wrong."