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Summary: Their worlds are falling into one another. How could no on have noticed? More importantly, how are they going to stop it? Buffy/Marvel Movie-verse.

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Title: Crash Course
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Their worlds are falling into one another. How could no on have noticed? More importantly how are they going to stop it? Buffy/Marvel Movie-verse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss owns all things Buffy. Stan and others own all things in the Marvel universe.
AN: Be warned, this story is based off the Marvel movie-verse. For the most part, it’s going to be Iron Man, Spiderman, a few X-Men, and some Hulk and Blade. I’m not familiar with the comic versions of most of these movies, so don’t expect to see storylines from them. For purposes of this story, we will be ignoring Spiderman 3 and X-Men 3.



Prologue: Countdown

In the middle of a flurry of movement, a tiny, high-pitch sound beeped. It normally wasn’t a sound everyone could hear. Usually, the person who was wearing it was doing good if they heard it go off, especially if there was as much commotion going as there was at that moment. At that moment, however, everyone present seemed to have heard it and paused at the sound. It was as if they were expecting him to say that the sound had meant something else and not that they were running out of time.

“Two minute warning, people,” Xander said grimly. When they didn’t immediately go back to what they should be doing, Xander forced a smile and said, “Well, one minute and fifty-five second warning, actually, but who’s counting, right?”

“Is that enough time?” Buffy asked.

“Barely,” Giles said, lifting a dusty tome and flipping through several pages.

“It’ll be pushing it,” Willow added.

She dropped something fowl-smelling into a muddy mixture that she had been boiling for the past half-hour. Xander pulled a face when the scent hit his nose. Sweet and merciful Zeus, he hoped she didn’t expect them to drink that.

Closing her eyes, Willow held one hand over the potion. For a moment, all that could be heard was her nearly nonsensical murmuring and the flipping of pages. The tense, heavy air weighed down on them as the others in the room listened and waited for something - anything - to happen.

Xander just hoped it didn’t end in an explosion and running in terror. That had already happened twice that week, so, by his reasoning, they had already reached their quota.

Finding whatever it was he was looking for in that book, Giles called Dawn over to him. Handing her a permanent marker, he held out his hand and said, “Here, draw this quickly now.”

Nodding, Dawn set to work.

“Time?” Buffy asked, waiting next to Giles.

Xander glanced at his watch. “Ninety seconds.”

Finishing with Giles, Dawn went to Buffy next. Holding the top of the marker between her teeth, she made a few quick swipes with the pen and moved onto Xander. It was an odd design, but easy enough to make. It kind of looked like a half eye or maybe a sunset. Weird. Seemed like he been seeing that symbol a lot lately.

Willow’s chanting hit a crescendo, causing her to lift an inch or two out of her seat as the power followed through her. Her usually bright red hair started to sparkle with streaks of black as her eyes oiled into the same color. The muddy mix hissed and bubbled before popping into wisps of smoke.

Slumping into her seat once the worst had passed, Willow whipped at her nose were a small amount of blood drizzled down from. It had been years since that happened. From what Xander remembered, Nosebleed Magic never lead anywhere good.

“Almost done,” she panted.

Buffy nodded. “You’re doing great, Wills.”

Willow gave a half-hearted smile, drew a deep breath, and began again.

Xander’s watch beeped again. “Sixty seconds.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Giles asked Buffy.

“What choice do we have?” she countered.

“Yeah, but we’re dragging innocent people into this, Buff,” Xander said.

He hadn’t been thrilled by this idea, at all. He understood why they needed to do this, but still this was way beyond anything they had ever done before. Bringing back Buffy from the dead was kids stuff compared to this, and look how well that had gone. There was no telling what kind of trouble they were asking for here.

Sighing, Buffy shook her head. “Look, I know, okay. But we’ve got to do something.”

Xander frowned.

“We’re out of time, Xander,” she said. “It’s this or - .”

“I know,” he said. “It’s just…”

Buffy pressed her lips and dropped her head. She knew.

Xander looked at his watch. “Twenty-five seconds.”

“Will this work?” Dawn asked, scratching at the mark she had drawn on her hand.

“The better question is, if it works, how will we know?” Buffy said.

“If it does, we shouldn’t remember performing it in the first place,” Giles said, carefully closing his book and lying it back on the table.

Taking off his glasses, he pulled out a handkerchief and began to clean the already spotless lenses. That definitely wasn’t a good sign.

“If it doesn’t, well, I suppose it won’t matter much anyway, then.”

“It’ll work,” Buffy said confidently.

“Fifteen seconds,” Xander announced.

He felt his stomach tightening as the seconds ticked away. Not much longer now. A few hundred different thoughts ran through his mind as he watched the watch hand slowly move towards the twelve that marked the end of the countdown.

“Twelve.”

Was this going to work?

“Eleven.”

If it didn’t, what were they going to do?

“Ten.”

Could Buffy and the other Slayers stop them if this didn’t work?

“Nine.”

Would it really even matter?

“Eight.”

“Willow,” Buffy said with more than a bit of urgency.

“Seven.”

Gritting her teeth and seemingly staring off into nothing, Willow said, “Almost there.”

“Six.”

He wondered what it’s going to be like.

“Five.”

Maybe he’ll be really cool guy there.

“Willow.”

“Four.”

Maybe all his pop cultural references would finally be appreciated in a way that they had never fully been so here.

“Three.”

“WILLOW!”

“Two.”

“Done!”

And, hey, maybe he’ll get his eye back.

“One.”

The watch beeped.

The Scoobies looked at one another.

Xander blinked and it was done.



TBC

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You have reached the end of "Crash Course" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 2 Nov 08.

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