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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2017-10-14 11:58 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2017-10-14 11:58 pm
Entry tags:
Kung Fu Ninja
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Krista's full of surprises.
Word Count: 625
Rating: Gen
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: Krista's full of surprises.
Word Count: 625
Rating: Gen
They’re on a business trip to Japan. By now, he really should’ve learned that he shouldn’t, at least, take Krista Chase on business trips. It never seems to go well. Or maybe that’s just the trouble magnet in him, but the point is, it’s not good for her, since she didn’t have to grow up in Sunnydale so probably doesn’t have the self-defense training he and the others do.
At least, that’s what he thinks until two guys with knives come out of nowhere and try to force them into an alley. He thinks for two split seconds about whether or not he’s actually going to reveal things he probably shouldn’t (it’s barely a question, really; between the lives of innocents and a little worldview change there’s no contest), and that’s apparently enough time for her to disarm the first opponent. He freezes, lost and a little confused, and that’s long enough for her to take them out.
“Thanks for helping,” she mutters under her breath, and that’s enough to kick him out of the confusion. He recognizes it as one of the fighting styles Buffy knows (he’s pretty sure she taught him at least one of those kicks at some point). But given that they’re now standing here awkwardly, he figures now’s as good a time as ever.
He pulls some rope out of his briefcase. Magic rope, not that Krista would know that to look at it.
She eyes it warily. “Do I want to know what that’s for?”
“Not you, relax. I’m not that kind of boss, unless you want me to be in which case we can sit down and have a nice, mature, adult discussion about it, and I tend to be a lot more vanilla than you’re thinking.” He has to concentrate to disrupt the spell to cut the rope, which is why he doesn’t realize he’s said yet another Tonyish thing without meaning to. He smiles sheepishly, but professionally ties the knots on the wannabe attackers, just to be careful. Then, to avoid talking to her (and also because it’s a good idea), he puts in a tip with the police, a Suou Murai, whose daughter Kuniko is a Slayer.
Probably the easiest way to distract her is to get her on another tangent. “You’re a ninja?” he asks in delight.
“I’m only a black belt,” she corrects, and his eyes involuntarily narrow as he thinks through the images of her fighting and agrees with that statement. Competent, but not extraordinary, not like Buffy. Who would probably be able to tell in a second what martial art she actually practices, because he can’t. Buffy just effortlessly juggled them all. He hadn’t realized how extraordinary that was until he saw—Buffy and others trying to teach the Potentials. Still, he deserves a good Slayer kick for assuming that anyone wasn’t useful in a fight, even though, he realizes, he tends to do that with anyone not from Sunnydale.
“Kuuuuuung Fu!” he shouts, and she backs away from him a little, embarrassed.
“You’re seriously weird,” she points out. Which is pretty much the same as saying ‘the sky is blue’, come on, give him something better than that.
“You didn’t put that on your resume,” he continues, which gets him another weird look.
“Just because I went with a friend during high school doesn’t mean I should include that, as it’s from high school and not relevant to anything.” she explains patiently and sighs. “Sorry, I’m really tired.”
“I get it. Though I’d like to file a complaint that martial arts are always relevant. We’ll be at the hotel soon,” he promises, and drops it for now. (It really is a relief to know that she can protect herself, though.)
At least, that’s what he thinks until two guys with knives come out of nowhere and try to force them into an alley. He thinks for two split seconds about whether or not he’s actually going to reveal things he probably shouldn’t (it’s barely a question, really; between the lives of innocents and a little worldview change there’s no contest), and that’s apparently enough time for her to disarm the first opponent. He freezes, lost and a little confused, and that’s long enough for her to take them out.
“Thanks for helping,” she mutters under her breath, and that’s enough to kick him out of the confusion. He recognizes it as one of the fighting styles Buffy knows (he’s pretty sure she taught him at least one of those kicks at some point). But given that they’re now standing here awkwardly, he figures now’s as good a time as ever.
He pulls some rope out of his briefcase. Magic rope, not that Krista would know that to look at it.
She eyes it warily. “Do I want to know what that’s for?”
“Not you, relax. I’m not that kind of boss, unless you want me to be in which case we can sit down and have a nice, mature, adult discussion about it, and I tend to be a lot more vanilla than you’re thinking.” He has to concentrate to disrupt the spell to cut the rope, which is why he doesn’t realize he’s said yet another Tonyish thing without meaning to. He smiles sheepishly, but professionally ties the knots on the wannabe attackers, just to be careful. Then, to avoid talking to her (and also because it’s a good idea), he puts in a tip with the police, a Suou Murai, whose daughter Kuniko is a Slayer.
Probably the easiest way to distract her is to get her on another tangent. “You’re a ninja?” he asks in delight.
“I’m only a black belt,” she corrects, and his eyes involuntarily narrow as he thinks through the images of her fighting and agrees with that statement. Competent, but not extraordinary, not like Buffy. Who would probably be able to tell in a second what martial art she actually practices, because he can’t. Buffy just effortlessly juggled them all. He hadn’t realized how extraordinary that was until he saw—Buffy and others trying to teach the Potentials. Still, he deserves a good Slayer kick for assuming that anyone wasn’t useful in a fight, even though, he realizes, he tends to do that with anyone not from Sunnydale.
“Kuuuuuung Fu!” he shouts, and she backs away from him a little, embarrassed.
“You’re seriously weird,” she points out. Which is pretty much the same as saying ‘the sky is blue’, come on, give him something better than that.
“You didn’t put that on your resume,” he continues, which gets him another weird look.
“Just because I went with a friend during high school doesn’t mean I should include that, as it’s from high school and not relevant to anything.” she explains patiently and sighs. “Sorry, I’m really tired.”
“I get it. Though I’d like to file a complaint that martial arts are always relevant. We’ll be at the hotel soon,” he promises, and drops it for now. (It really is a relief to know that she can protect herself, though.)