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Summary: Second chances are important. Sometimes it takes a second turn to remember who you really are.

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Marvel Universe > Avengers > Buffy-CenteredcloudleonsgurlFR181030,5841216644,0623 Jun 1221 Nov 14No

Interlude: Shake Things Up

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Buffy and Marvel and everything associated with it belongs solely to its creator. This is not for profit, only amusement for me and for readers.

This will be mainly in Marvel Universe, with light Buffyverse mentions.

Hope you enjoy!

The votes have been counted...and it's a tie between the Captain and our favorite archer which leaves me with three options.

1.) Hawkeye/Buffy, he knows the darkness inside of her and he could be an anchor. With Captain/Buffy friendship.

2.) Captain/Buffy, he is a little black and white, but could be there when the darkness gets too much for Buffy. Everyone needs a nightlight. With Hawkeye/Buffy friendship

3.) (Because my friend bugged me) CaptainBuffyHawkeye. Both have great things to offer her and well, I suppose I could write it...I think...*sweat drops*


Odin, the Allfather of Asgard, brows furrowed with something interupted his deep pondering. Something different, something familiar, tugging on his powers and sent a shiver down his spine. It was the thing that made his wife's trapestry of destiny to fall apart, and then rewoven. Something that shook the universe to it's very core.

Something ancient. And it was oh, so troubling.

For destiny told that both his sons would be pulled in by this force, but how? When? Why? How could he prepare them for something they didn't know? Odin had went to Hemidall, who offered only little explanation. Whoever or whatever this force was hidden from his gaze. He could only sense where they generally were and nothing more. A thing that only in Odin's mind confirmed his fears.

He rose his elaborate throne and paced the length of the room several times, his footfalls echoing across the walls. No one had seen much of the king as of late, he had locked himself away to better think. But today, someone interupted.

The door creeked open and his wife stepped through. Her face was unreadable, while her eyes searched over him, worrying shining in them. She shut the door silently and came to stand in front of him. For a moment, they just stared at one another before she commented, quietly, "You missed supper. Thor and Loki were quite upset they couldn't tell you of their...lastest adventure."

"I'm sorry if I upset anyone," Odin apologized. Never would he apologize to anyone, except her. He would only show this side to her.

His wife's head tilted, her eyes sharp. He knew tha nothing could be hidden from her, and she sighed. "You are worried."

"And you are not?" Odin looking over his wife knew this wasn't true. Her eyes had bags under them, and her dress hanging off her form. Even immortals were no safe from all illness, especially that of the soul.

"Of course I am," she gave him a slight glare before softening. "Thor and Loki are strong. They will handle whatever storms may come. You have to have faith..."

"Have faith? All we've ever known about destiny, about the world we know, is crumbling beneath our feet." Odin moved to take his throne once more, his body feeling all his thousands of years in that moment. "How can we protect them from what's to come? How can we prepare them? Tell me?"

She smiled softly and drew herself towards her husband until she stood before him. Leaning down, she cupped his face, peering into his, eye. And smiled, "We can't protect them from everything, dear. We all can teach them what we can and hope that they learn and do their best with what we have given them. Please, do not let this trouble you further. Now...come to bed. I have a warm plate of food waiting for you."

She leaned down giving him a soft kiss before heading out of throne room. He watched her leave, letting her words sink in. He felt a sense of relief...

And sense of purpose. Rising from his throne determination on his face, thinking, We can't protect them from everything...but we can try.

He went to them. They were both giant and ferocious as they had been when he first found them. They had been faithful guards to Asgard and would defend it to the death.

"Geri and Freki, there is something I need of you..."

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