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This story is No. 2 in the series "Avengers and Slayers". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Xander and a team meet up with the Avengers, before they became the Avengers

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Marvel Universe > Avengers > Xander-CenteredRafMereCFR18109168,23335672428,4231 Jul 1221 Jan 13No


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Disclaimer: I don't own either the Buffy verse or the Marvel verse. See previous disclaimers.



I would like to thank my Betas, MissE and Tammin


Anyone who wants to see something in particular, drop me an email at, or a private review.


Thanks again to everyone. Your reviews have inspired me to go beyond the movie.





I would like to thank Raziel for Recommending the story. 

10:05:02 P.M.

June 12/2012

Joutenhiem, Ice Giants position.


"As a reward take your husband to the 'Land of Mists' and go!"


Hilda could not believe her family's cursed luck. Even as she 'Succeeded' where these brainless morons couldn't she still got the shaft. The chieftain just got her married to her own cousin. A few branches removed, but still her kidnapped cousin.


Everyone knew the story of Loki the Elder Laufeyson. He was the king of their nation during the war with the Asgardians; Loki was taken by Odin as hostage.


After Laufey the Elder, Utgar-Loki took his place as king. Her father tried to remove the family's shame by killing Odin, but he and his men never returned from that mission.


"Say, Chief, how come you’re rewarding that double dealing runt, instead of killing him?" she heard one of the brainless oafs ask he talked with the chieftain.


"Who said it was a reward, Bad-breath? For either of them? For Loki, it will be a punishment worse than death, and for her, at least she removed her family's shame, but we don't have any further use for her or her skills. The Timeless Mists will take care of them both."


Bad-breath shivered and it wasn't from the cold. He was an Ice Giant after all. They all knew of the Land of Timeless Mists. Time didn't work properly there. "I guess you are right. Sending them there is no reward."


The shaman sighed as he saw the defeated look on Hilda's face. She was a pretty and talented girl, but there was nothing he could do for her, except maybe get her humiliation cut short. "Hilda! Come! Bring your husband with you."


Hilda followed her teacher's commands automatically. She dragged Loki behind her. 'Curious. My touch doesn't freeze him. I wonder why?'


"Take this," the shaman held up a small talisman, and Hilda reluctantly took it. An ice travel talisman. She was still learning how to craft and power them. "There's no reason to stay here, listening to, to this...any longer. Is there?"


"No. There isn't. Thank you." she gave her uncle a hug and slung her pack over her shoulders and dragged Loki behind her. She activated the talisman and, together with Loki, sank beneath the ice.


When the chieftain and his men stopped laughing and joking they saw that Hilda and Loki were gone. "Where are they?" the chieftain asked the shaman.


"I sent them into the Timeless Mists. As you ordered."


The chieftain raised his hand to strike the magic user, but the intense blue glow on the tip of the shaman's spear reminded him of the reason he kept around. 'Too deadly by half. The whole lot of them. Their public shame may have been wiped out, but their family's rise to power had made many an enemy. Their time will come.' He slowly lowered his hand, turned around and began walking deeper into the storm.


His warriors followed. The shaman was the last one to reluctantly do so.




09:00:04 A.M.

June 13/2012

SHIELD Hellicarrier.


Fury opened the door to his office. Inside he saw an intruder.




'A couple of intruders.' The man was reading from a hard copy. 'I thought everything in here was supposed to be paperless.'


"Sir Giles, Miss Summers. What can I do for you?"


Giles tsked as he continued reading, "Awful business that." He waved the folder around. "So much violence, so much bloodshed." He dropped the folder on Fury's desk. He got up from behind the desk and offered Fury his seat back. "Quite comfortable that."


"I'll send you one just like it. What are you doing in my office?" he demanded.


"UHMM!" Buffy threatened without moving from her spot. She took out a glow-y knife and started to do her nails. A bad habit she’d picked up from a certain leather clad slayer.


Fury didn't like where this was going. These people meant business; if they wanted to take him out, he'd already be dead. This was again a reminder of why he hated dealing with magic. He sat in his chair and, as much as he could, ignored Summers and concentrated on Rupert Giles. That was the true threat this time.


"What can I do for you?"


"We have a concern."


"What kind of a concern? And why bring it to me?"


"You, or, I should say, your actions of late are the concern."


'Not good. Either they're here on a fishing expedition, or they know exactly what they want.' Fury leaned forward on his desk and said, "I'm listening." Out of curiosity he glanced down on the open folder and saw both police and SHIELD reports about the grisly demise of the old SHIELD council. 'A subtle delivery and not so subtle threat.'


"What do you think you’re doing with all this running around collecting dangerous artifacts? You are stirring up things better left untouched."


"With the loss and transformation of the Tesseract we need a different energy source. What else can we do?"


"You could try not to destroy the world by these hasty, ill-considered actions. You are on notice: Stop while you still can. Buffy, time to go."


"That's it. I don't get to break bones or anything?"


"Maybe next time..." With a wave of his hand Giles and Buffy disappeared from the office.

"I hate magic." Fury checked the surveillance in his office, "Blank."
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