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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Xander can't help but meddle. Also someone's been on the receiving end of far too many coffee shop AU enthusiasts.
Word Count: 625
Rating: Gen
Notes: Willow doesn't actually appear in this fic but she's the driving force behind the events therein.
“Would it help if I said I was asking for a friend?” he asks wryly, amused and sheepish all in one, and, well. That helps a little. Shy and cute is kind of her thing. But it’s still not quite enough.
Someone clears their throat from behind him, and he stops leaning on the counter and glances behind him. At the line. With people displaying varying degrees of patience or lack thereof.
There’s a split second of indecision before he speaks up loudly. “Hey, far be it for me to get in the way of anyone’s Coffee Emergency. Anyone who wants me to pay for their drink, get in line now.”
She blinks as the line grows to the point it nearly touches the door, but is soon taking everyone’s orders as fast as she can. There’s a brief lull when she’s frantically running around trying to get all the baked goods where she hears a woman tell him shyly, “Thank you.”
“Random Acts of Kindness. I do what I can.” He pauses. “I don’t suppose I could get your number.”
“Actually,” she responds with a quiet if wicked smile, pointing further back down the line that is waiting a little more patiently (free can help brighten one’s day considerably), “That’s my boyfriend.”
Even she glances up at that one, and sure enough, there’s another man looking more amused than anything who gives a little wave. Then frowns. Then gasps. “Damn. You’re Alexander Knight, huh?”
He holds out a hand, so Knight, tacky eyepatch and all, jogs back to that part of the line to shake a hand. “Don’t suppose I could get your number?”
At the shocked looks, he shrugs. “I’m discerning, not blind. Despite the eye.”
“I am kind of a fan. Greg. If we’re ever up for a threesome, we’ll consider you. That solid state tech you were working on? Very impressive. I don’t suppose you’re hiring?”
“Always hiring. It’s true that flattery will get you everywhere,” is the reply, and then she’s caught up serving the rest.
To her shock, he actually does pay for all of it, and then pays for a drink for her as she sits down and rests from the rush. “If I’m not your type, how about cute little redheads who keep dragging me here just to see you?”
It takes her a minute, then she asks, “Willow?” in shock, and that earns a delighted grin.
“Well, that’s a good sign,” he drawls. Then waves at the room full of contented customers. “This, by the way? Kinda me showing off, and saying ‘sorry for the inconvenience, and also, well. Just a little something by way of a warning.” He turns absolutely serious. “If you hurt her, I’ve got money, I’ve got influence. You’ll be lucky if they find your body.” The serious switch flips off again, and she gets a genuine smile again. “That being said, I’m not too worried. I’ve read about you, and I like what I read.”
She nods slowly. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t plan on hurting her, because that definitely didn’t scare me off. Despite the fact that you’re coming off like a lunatic.” She pauses, then sighs. “That means I have it bad, huh?”
“Well, here’s a little something to help with that.” He passes her a number scrawled on a napkin, then at her raised eyebrow laughs wholeheartedly. “It ain’t mine. Go on, give it a call. I one hundred percent guarantee she’s pining.”
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Xander can't help but meddle. Also someone's been on the receiving end of far too many coffee shop AU enthusiasts.
Word Count: 625
Rating: Gen
Notes: Willow doesn't actually appear in this fic but she's the driving force behind the events therein.
“You’re not the only one who thinks a coffee shop is romantic,” she nearly snaps at him, and he grins slowly, a roguish grin that she’s sure he thinks is attractive. It probably would be, if she was into guys, which she’s not.
“Would it help if I said I was asking for a friend?” he asks wryly, amused and sheepish all in one, and, well. That helps a little. Shy and cute is kind of her thing. But it’s still not quite enough.
Someone clears their throat from behind him, and he stops leaning on the counter and glances behind him. At the line. With people displaying varying degrees of patience or lack thereof.
There’s a split second of indecision before he speaks up loudly. “Hey, far be it for me to get in the way of anyone’s Coffee Emergency. Anyone who wants me to pay for their drink, get in line now.”
She blinks as the line grows to the point it nearly touches the door, but is soon taking everyone’s orders as fast as she can. There’s a brief lull when she’s frantically running around trying to get all the baked goods where she hears a woman tell him shyly, “Thank you.”
“Random Acts of Kindness. I do what I can.” He pauses. “I don’t suppose I could get your number.”
“Actually,” she responds with a quiet if wicked smile, pointing further back down the line that is waiting a little more patiently (free can help brighten one’s day considerably), “That’s my boyfriend.”
Even she glances up at that one, and sure enough, there’s another man looking more amused than anything who gives a little wave. Then frowns. Then gasps. “Damn. You’re Alexander Knight, huh?”
He holds out a hand, so Knight, tacky eyepatch and all, jogs back to that part of the line to shake a hand. “Don’t suppose I could get your number?”
At the shocked looks, he shrugs. “I’m discerning, not blind. Despite the eye.”
“I am kind of a fan. Greg. If we’re ever up for a threesome, we’ll consider you. That solid state tech you were working on? Very impressive. I don’t suppose you’re hiring?”
“Always hiring. It’s true that flattery will get you everywhere,” is the reply, and then she’s caught up serving the rest.
To her shock, he actually does pay for all of it, and then pays for a drink for her as she sits down and rests from the rush. “If I’m not your type, how about cute little redheads who keep dragging me here just to see you?”
It takes her a minute, then she asks, “Willow?” in shock, and that earns a delighted grin.
“Well, that’s a good sign,” he drawls. Then waves at the room full of contented customers. “This, by the way? Kinda me showing off, and saying ‘sorry for the inconvenience, and also, well. Just a little something by way of a warning.” He turns absolutely serious. “If you hurt her, I’ve got money, I’ve got influence. You’ll be lucky if they find your body.” The serious switch flips off again, and she gets a genuine smile again. “That being said, I’m not too worried. I’ve read about you, and I like what I read.”
She nods slowly. “Well, it’s a good thing I don’t plan on hurting her, because that definitely didn’t scare me off. Despite the fact that you’re coming off like a lunatic.” She pauses, then sighs. “That means I have it bad, huh?”
“Well, here’s a little something to help with that.” He passes her a number scrawled on a napkin, then at her raised eyebrow laughs wholeheartedly. “It ain’t mine. Go on, give it a call. I one hundred percent guarantee she’s pining.”
