Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 25
Rating: Teen
“Are you okay?”
The woman, still blinking owlishly like she’s still in shock, glances down then back up again. “I still have boobs. That’s weird.”
Miyamoto is prone to the occasional hyena behavior like whining when she’s not paying attention to what she’s doing, thanks to the dagger spirit. Usually it just means she’s sore from fights or something, but Cordy decides after a bit it’s best to check in, just to make sure. “Are you okay?”
Suna glances up, eye a little vacant and confused, before she clues in and smiles sheepishly, rubbing at the back of her head. “’M a little twig-like, so when I ain’t out causin’ a ruckus my circulation’s shit and I get cold easy. Sucks.”
“I’ll warm you up,” Cordy offers, only realizing the dirty connotations a few seconds after she says it.
She’s not embarrassed, though, not this time. Because that actually might be the slightest hint of a blush, and that’s adorable.
“Feel free ta heat me up anytime, darlin’,” Suna drawls.
When Willow finally asks to see him, everybody breathes a little easier, but they all crowd in to listen, just in case. “I forgive you. For now. You ever do anything like this without my permission ever again and I will make Anya’s demon days look like a frolic through flowers.”
“What happened?” Xander holding an ice pack to his head is not a common occurrence, exactly, even if he does tend to forget his spatial awareness after a while if he’s been working on a problem.
He winces. “Flying in a hailstorm. Ow. Need to work on that impact absorption.”
“Our Xander is Different.”
“What?”
“TVTropes thing. Nothing. Never mind.”
“Do you have an angry blue sister?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.”
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 55
Rating: Teen
“Slayer here. You reading me, Paladin?”
“Yep, loud and clear.”
“Okay, report in, what’s up?”
“Well, we were actually wondering if you could have a speech for the folks here at our little shindig.”
“You’re having a party without me?
“We’ll bring you cake.”
“Forgiven. As long as it’s a small cake all for me.”
“That line there about making the world a better place? It’s not just some fancy slogan; I do believe that. Maybe it’s naive and unattainable, but just ‘cause we can’t make it perfect doesn’t mean we shouldn’t improve. It doesn’t cheapen our efforts. It doesn’t erase the good we’ve done.”
He adapts the Exoskel to a Containment Cylinder for villain capture, or Concyl, because everything has to have a catchy name. (Or so he says. Kris suspects he gets a kick out of making people trying to pronounce made-up words.)
“Dear, the science is broken again.”
“Did you try gently vortexing?”
“Why didn’t I think of that?”
“That’s why you have me here to troubleshoot.”
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Iron Man Crossover (Self-Made Hero)
Summary: faster to read
Word Count: 135
Rating: Teen
Kris finds Xander drooling into a pile of some Very Important Official Papers, all capitalized. Her only response? “Not again.”
When Xander thinks about it, really thinks about it, he’s partial to Silver Paladin.
It’s not any more or less derivative than anything else anyone has proposed, and it can evoke ‘White Knight’ without actually being White Knight, especially, well. Not that he has any guarantees that it’ll go the way it does in any of the futures he remembers, but in a lot of universes those end up having connotations he’d really like to not associate himself with. Silver Paladin can have some of the positive connotations with the added benefit of him distancing himself from the negative ones. Plus, then there’s the parallel to Star. Most people won’t know that, he’s keeping the AI stuff closer to his chest because he’s seen how that goes wrong, too, but he’ll know, and she’ll know.
“You have a company?”
“You don’t? I thought they were all the rage, the newest thing. Everyone has one these days, right?”
“...Yep, that’s Xander.”
Staring at this is just kind of pain. There are so many viruses that they’re going to start gobbling each other up and evolving into some sort of ubervirus. This might not even be worth the gratitude or the money he’s being paid to fix the laptop. It’s not like he needs it, with the company, and this is just going to be one big headache that’s going to tempt him into unwise things like inventing Technovore to eat the ubervirus and it’s going to be this whole vicious cycle. Even ‘friend of Larry’s’ doesn’t quite cut it. “I mean, I understand the temptation, but dude, you gotta use protection.”
It is terrifying being cornered by Franziska and he feels ready to confess to something on the spot, before she gets into the actual interrogation. She would use the whip. “You! You’re the fool that that foolish fool Wright adopted.”
“I...um…” He’s pretty sure there’s, like, papers and legal proceedings involved there, but then he’s signed some stuff Mr. Wright’s handed him without reading it since the guy’s his boss and how has he not learned this lesson already? “Plead the fifth. Bye!” In this case, hightailing it is the only sensible option. He can come back later. Much later.
One of the nice things about having her own Family is that for all the shiny new responsibilities, she also gets lieutenants and nobody’s gonna ask questions (well, outsiders, maybe, but most of ‘em learned not to screw with the Miyamoto-gumi or even look at ‘em too much if they value shit like unbroken noses). If she needs a break, she can actually get one. The powers of delegation, baby.
“You realize these aren’t our bodies,” Yashiki mentions cautiously, watching Mashita approach.
“You think,” the detective snarls, “...I care?” He crowds Yashiki against the wall and apparently decides the easiest way to prevent any further protest is to muffle any future attempts with a kiss.
It was probably foolish to assume that Mashita would care, even if he should, but the kiss feels nice and Yashiki had forgotten teenage hormones. Fortunately, the (surprisingly friendly) teenage ghost behind him is more than happy to lecture instead.
It’s easy to miss a lot of things, when you’re a kid.
It’s easy to see the guy getting so many kisses. It’s hard to notice it’s done under mind control, or as a distraction, or persuasion. To protect the self, to protect the ship, to protect the crew.
Even when you’re a skeptic with a nose for the worst life has to offer, it’s easy to think he’s got it all. The ship, friends, the smiles and the action and the winning. Maybe because it’s on screen. It’s easy to gloss over the pain and tears when they’re more implied.
It’s easy until you’ve got it in your head and know exactly how hard, how painful, how it all being effortless is just an act. Sure, James T. Kirk is incredible and forged that reputation with difficulty, but a lot of it is acting.
Dialogue half written just so I can use this title, because it is very apropos.
Main Points: “If I flirted with you, would you be cool with that?”
“...I...um. If you were serious, sure.”
“What about me makes you think I’m not serious?”
“Good point, there. Then I’m looking forward to it.”
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