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June 13/ 2012
Destroyed Ice Giants Camp.
"Faith stepped out of the hovering sled. She looked at Tony and asked, "Is there no toy you can't build?"
"Nope. Why? Do you want to play with my toy chest?" Tony wiggled his eye brows.
"Ewwww! Old man drool." Dawn couldn't control the full body shiver that went through her.
Tony stopped in mid-step as he looked at Xander and asked, "Aw come on. I can't be that old?"
"You're not. It's just that she developed an allergy to old people." Xander quoted the old people reference.
"Why? What could have caused that severe a reaction?"
"Most of her sister's boyfriends counted their birthdays in the century marks, not years. Whenever she sees someone who's a least a couple of decades older make with the flirty she has a reaction." Xander shrugged to indicate that there was nothing he could do to change it and had learned to live with it, and simply ignored it when it happened.
"How come she's reacting so badly now?"
"Tony if you weren't as self absorbed as you usually are you'd have noticed. Hell Tasha smirked every time you and Faith did the flirty thing."
"What about the Bruce and Faith thing?"
"Bruce!" Xander shouted.
"How old are you?"
"Why you asking Xander? And no, I'm not telling you."
"Will you tell me?" Tony asked.
"Nope. I don't swing that way."
"It's okay. I already know how old you are. Although I must say I'm hurt that you wouldn't share that confide..."
"Ah knock it off ya ham." Bruce laughed at Tony mock-hurt look.
"What brought this on all of a sudden?"
"Xander's trying to make a point and he's using your age to do it."
Bruce debated getting sucked into the meaningless drivel that sometimes came out of Xander, 'Nope. I don't want, or need to know.'
Tony I know how old he is. And that's the point. There's less than a decade between Faith and Bruce. You? You're just old as far as Dawn's concerned."
"But not Faith..."
Xander agreed, "But not Faith."
The rest of the Avengers gathered around the yellow spot.
"Good grief. You really stained the glass."
Faith laughed and Dawn Ewwwd. 'How the hell do I brake him out this habit. I so don't need him marking his territory at home.' Dawn's nose wrinkled involuntarily.
Natasha subtly guided Frost to the spot. "and you say you sent them on their journey from this spot?"
"Ye spear maiden. I did. It was the only thing I could do for them. Otherwise the chieftain would have had slain during the journey. My family is hated. We are still blamed for the defeat we suffered during the war. We were the kings and generals. Now, now we are less than nothing in the eyes of our people."
"You brought such shame upon yourselves mage. You could have left fabled Asgard alone, but you chose to start a war with us instead." Thor declared.
"What choice did we have. You who lived in the lap of untold wealth and luxury, and we who had to adapt to the harshest of environments just to survive. Your kind never gives thoughts to those less fortunate than you..."
"Frost...Now is not the time. If we are to retrieve your kin, we must work together." Natasha continued to use the velvet glove treatment with the ice giant. So far it had borne fruit. She would continue to do so until Frost became reluctant to share any more of his knowledge. So far she couldn't get the old one to shut up. With his isolation from his people he was starved for any kind of positive attention. When his was done she would have to see about removing him gently. She did not need an overgrown puppy following her around. That was Clint's job.
"Let's get started people I din't want to grow roots on this particular spot." Tony let a bit of his distaste show through. Even now he could still smell Xander's urine. 'Damn sharp sense of smell.'
Just a little something between classes and work.