Magic Show
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madimpossibledreamer((it's a miracle I made it to the post screen, because I kept getting a timeout error
so this is serving as a placeholder until I can actually post something
sorry for the technical difficulties, but they're working on it))
Sorry about that. I could've skipped posting yesterday entirely, but it was the day that I graduated and I wanted to celebrate with some fic /sadface
Fortunately, I can do so now!
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Avengers Crossover AU (Self-Made Hero: The Infinity Mirror) + Psych, for fun, because the multiverse is my plaything
Summary: Sometimes, Xander just gets bored.
Word Count: 720
Rating: Gen
But he’s definitely curious.
“Student engineer, huh?” Shawn asks confidently. And then starts to pout as one minute, then two go by without a response. Gus is fairly certain that the guy’s just oblivious as he works, not deliberately joining them, but he’s fairly sure Shawn hasn’t come to the same conclusion.
“Can you two keep a secret?” The voice is discreet, mild.
The two lean in. Gus is interested despite himself.
“I’m a superhero from another dimension,” he continues.
Instantly Shawn scoffs. “Couldn’t come up with anything else?”
The smile is amused and not at all offended as he tears off another piece of toast. “As a psychic, shouldn’t you have seen that coming?”
Shawn’s actually thrown off for a second. It’s probably the tone. Most time’s that’s said with anger or accusation, but this time it’s just quietly amused.
And then Weirdo College Boy proceeds to explain his project—a thesis, actually. Research into nanotech that sounds like science fiction, but Shawn’s able to come up with good enough questions that at least he’s following and apparently Mystery Man is grounded, since his issues sound like reasonable problems, so probably he’d just been messing with them earlier, like Shawn had, apparently, suspected. He ends up ordering extra smoothies for the two of them with the kind of nonchalance that, yep, means he’s rich. He and Shawn spend the time stealing sips from each other’s drink. There’s a surprising minimum of pirate jokes.
“It was great to meet you two,” he says eventually, handing out a hand for each of them to shake in turn. Then he stands up, tucking his papers into a pcket in his coat, leaving a wad of cash on the table, and with a wave to the waitress exiting the diner.
Shawn tugs on Gus’s sleeve. “Let’s follow him.”
“We’ve already intruded into his privacy too much,” Gus argues weakly, knowing he’s probably going to lose the fight.
“He didn’t mind. Clearly. Who minds and buys you a pineapple shake? Come on.” As much as he hates to admit it, that’s a good argument.
They end up finding the kid waiting for them, grinning, in the alley across the street. “Took you long enough.” He scribbles something on one of the pages and tears it out, holding it out to Gus, who takes it, a little confused. Then he smirks, wolfish. “Star, time to suit up.”
“Yes, Ranger One,” the vaguely Russian voice seems to come from nowhere. They aren’t left with much time to react to that, since it’s on to the next magic trick. Out of seemingly nowhere, metal folds down over his body, encasing him in something that looks roughly like the Iron Man from the movies.
Gus’s jaw drops open probably further than it ever has before, and he can’t help but step forward to feel the metal under his hands. He has no idea what Shawn’s doing or where the guy went.
“Everybody likes to feel me up.” There’s voice modulation, but it’s also not unfamiliar in tone and cadence after talking to the guy for an hour. “In that case, gents, hold onto your hats for this one. Star, status?”
“On target,” she answers, and he salutes them both. It might be a touch ironic.
“In that case, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” And then he blasts off and at some point within view he disappears, with a light like the distant twinkling of a star and the not-so-distant booming of thunder.
The thought occurs to Gus and he hands over the letter.
‘Told you so. I sent you an app from my phone so you can call me interdimensionally if you need to. I don’t forsee any potential complications but then, that’s your job, isn’t it? -Alexander Knight, Paladin
PS: Thanks for taking care of the kid. He was getting a little stir crazy and you helped him take his mind off things.
-Tony Stark (you know who I am)’
“Gus,” Shawn states in a monotone, shocked voice, “I am so glad you were here. You wouldn’t have believe me if told you.”
Gus shakes his head. “I’m not sure if I believe me.”
so this is serving as a placeholder until I can actually post something
sorry for the technical difficulties, but they're working on it))
Sorry about that. I could've skipped posting yesterday entirely, but it was the day that I graduated and I wanted to celebrate with some fic /sadface
Fortunately, I can do so now!
~Dreamer~
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Avengers Crossover AU (Self-Made Hero: The Infinity Mirror) + Psych, for fun, because the multiverse is my plaything
Summary: Sometimes, Xander just gets bored.
Word Count: 720
Rating: Gen
Gus sighs. He almost doesn’t follow Shawn to the other man’s table as a protest against every single time Shawn pulls this stunt.
But he’s definitely curious.
“Student engineer, huh?” Shawn asks confidently. And then starts to pout as one minute, then two go by without a response. Gus is fairly certain that the guy’s just oblivious as he works, not deliberately joining them, but he’s fairly sure Shawn hasn’t come to the same conclusion.
“Can you two keep a secret?” The voice is discreet, mild.
The two lean in. Gus is interested despite himself.
“I’m a superhero from another dimension,” he continues.
Instantly Shawn scoffs. “Couldn’t come up with anything else?”
The smile is amused and not at all offended as he tears off another piece of toast. “As a psychic, shouldn’t you have seen that coming?”
Shawn’s actually thrown off for a second. It’s probably the tone. Most time’s that’s said with anger or accusation, but this time it’s just quietly amused.
And then Weirdo College Boy proceeds to explain his project—a thesis, actually. Research into nanotech that sounds like science fiction, but Shawn’s able to come up with good enough questions that at least he’s following and apparently Mystery Man is grounded, since his issues sound like reasonable problems, so probably he’d just been messing with them earlier, like Shawn had, apparently, suspected. He ends up ordering extra smoothies for the two of them with the kind of nonchalance that, yep, means he’s rich. He and Shawn spend the time stealing sips from each other’s drink. There’s a surprising minimum of pirate jokes.
“It was great to meet you two,” he says eventually, handing out a hand for each of them to shake in turn. Then he stands up, tucking his papers into a pcket in his coat, leaving a wad of cash on the table, and with a wave to the waitress exiting the diner.
Shawn tugs on Gus’s sleeve. “Let’s follow him.”
“We’ve already intruded into his privacy too much,” Gus argues weakly, knowing he’s probably going to lose the fight.
“He didn’t mind. Clearly. Who minds and buys you a pineapple shake? Come on.” As much as he hates to admit it, that’s a good argument.
They end up finding the kid waiting for them, grinning, in the alley across the street. “Took you long enough.” He scribbles something on one of the pages and tears it out, holding it out to Gus, who takes it, a little confused. Then he smirks, wolfish. “Star, time to suit up.”
“Yes, Ranger One,” the vaguely Russian voice seems to come from nowhere. They aren’t left with much time to react to that, since it’s on to the next magic trick. Out of seemingly nowhere, metal folds down over his body, encasing him in something that looks roughly like the Iron Man from the movies.
Gus’s jaw drops open probably further than it ever has before, and he can’t help but step forward to feel the metal under his hands. He has no idea what Shawn’s doing or where the guy went.
“Everybody likes to feel me up.” There’s voice modulation, but it’s also not unfamiliar in tone and cadence after talking to the guy for an hour. “In that case, gents, hold onto your hats for this one. Star, status?”
“On target,” she answers, and he salutes them both. It might be a touch ironic.
“In that case, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” And then he blasts off and at some point within view he disappears, with a light like the distant twinkling of a star and the not-so-distant booming of thunder.
The thought occurs to Gus and he hands over the letter.
‘Told you so. I sent you an app from my phone so you can call me interdimensionally if you need to. I don’t forsee any potential complications but then, that’s your job, isn’t it? -Alexander Knight, Paladin
PS: Thanks for taking care of the kid. He was getting a little stir crazy and you helped him take his mind off things.
-Tony Stark (you know who I am)’
“Gus,” Shawn states in a monotone, shocked voice, “I am so glad you were here. You wouldn’t have believe me if told you.”
Gus shakes his head. “I’m not sure if I believe me.”
