Accidents Crossover With TDMP!!
Title: Crossover Part 4
Author: Timemonkey
Fandom: Marvel
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing really
Disclaimer: Lots of Ocs
Author’s Notes: A future fic involving a bunch of original characters from my ongoing Marvel fics involving Iceman/Northstar and their son. Part of a crossover with
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The group of the remaining free willed heroes finally came to rest in an unoccupied ally a few blocks away from where everything had gone wrong and they had been forced to flee. Jayna looked over at the others and asked, "Okay, what the hell just happened?"
"Short version?" the male reality warper in scarlet asked. "An Asgardian god from another dimension just hijacked the the brains of all the male superheroes except for me and is probably going to use them to cause a massive amount of havoc."
The three women just stared at the man in disbelief until Wanda finally said, "Excuse me, did I hear you correctly when you said you let a
god into our world? One who is now controlling our friends and trying to take over?"
"Let? I didn't
let Gunther do anything. It's not like I've got him on a leash, or he calls me up whenever he gets one of this ideas into his head! Why aren't
your defenses better against this kind of thing?"
Protean cleared his throat. "Less bitchy, Bobby."
"Hey, we've got our gods under control, you don't see any of them rampaging through
your world do you? You know why? Because
We actually know what we're doing," Wanda shot back at the white haired man.
"You could be a bit less bitchy too," Protean growled
"I don't recall asking for your opinion," Wanda snapped at him.
"He's right, though," Laura interrupted. "We need to focus, there's a god controlling our teammates into doing who knows what right now."
"What can your guys do?" Protean asked. "We're going to
have to take them down if we're going to get to Gunther."
"He'll start by gathering more followers," Bobby added. "Men. He can't really control women."
"Marvel's got super strength, invulnerability and can fly, Intuition's kind of strong, good reflexes and a borderline precog, Northern Light's got speed, flight and energy discharges and Acid, well, dissolves anything he can touch," Laura explained, having decided to trust the strangers, for the time being anyway. Besides, it's not like everyone from their world didn't already know what they could do.
"While we're on the subject, is there a reason the two of you escaped his control?" Wanda asked the only two men to have escape Gunther's control suspiciously.
"That's none of your business."
The speedster made a disgusted noise, and Bobby rolled his eyes. "Please. Who are they gonna tell?" He elbowed the shape-shifter gently. "Show a
little trust?"
"I don't
do trust, Robert Stephan."
"Hey, we just told you what all of our guys can do," Laura pointed out, annoyed that the other team wasn't returning the trust she'd shown them just moments ago.
Protean growled something decidedly uncomplimentary in what sounded suspiciously like Skrullos.
"Just. Do. It!" the speedster snapped.
"Fine. Fine!" The muscular male shuddered, his body twisting and shrinking, his hair growing shorter along with his body, until what was left standing there was a slight, rather ordinary looking young woman. She continued to glare, as if challenging anyone to comment. "I'm Rebecca Altman-Kaplan. And you are...?"
The three women stared in shock for a few seconds as the knowledge sunk in. Laura lifted her hand to her mouth to try and stop the laughter she was desperately trying to fight back.
"This is just typical," Jayna said "What other family could be this damn difficult to work with?"
Wanda simply raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes, I can see why you'd prefer to disguise yourself under such circumstances."
Rebecca bristled visibly (the new spikes were a sure sign of it), and grew again. "It's called a secret identity for a
reason. Unlike some," she looked pointedly at Wanda's chest, "I like to have a life outside of the scanty costume."
"Who was it who was telling me to be less bitchy earlier?" Bobby asked, sotto voice.
"Yes, well, not all of us are quite given the option to hide who we are, some just have to live with it. And as for my costume," Wanda replied coolly, "I believe you'll find that every inch of me is covered,"
"By what, body paint?" which earned a few snickers from Wanda's teammates.
"My head hurts," Bobby muttered. "Becca-"
"Little Brother, I can and will punt you all the way back home."
"Looks can be deceiving, as you yourself should be well aware. Of course, if my appearance bothers you I can fix that," Wanda said and suddenly where there had appeared to be only skin, now was completely covered by her uniform. "There, is that better? I know I can be intimidating to lesser women."
"Okay, I for one have had enough for the catfight," the speedster snapped. "Have you all forgotten that our friends are being controlled by an evil god who is bent on global domination? Andthenextpersonwhobringsupwhosfaultitis
isgettingasuperspeedWEDGIE!"
"She's right, Wanda, just let it go," Laura agreed. "We'll have plenty of time to figure out who's the bigger bitch one we've kicked some divine ass."
Jayna stepped up beside the green skinned woman and said, in a tone that was absolutely serious," And anyone who insists on acting like a bratty child will get far more than their underwear lodged someplace unpleasant."
"My head," Bobby moaned quietly, rubbing his temples. "I think..." He dropped to his knees, clutching his head. "I think something's wrong with me.
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