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This story is No. 9 in the series "Birthday Insanity Challenge Ficlets". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: 28 mostly unrelated ficlets to celebrate 28 years. Multicross.

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - OtherJmariaFR15127,9721196,1504 Dec 122 Mar 13No

Three: Crashing Down Any Chance You Had

Series: 28 for 28
Title: Three: Crashing Down Any Chance You Had
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffyverse - along with a big chunk of the Marvel universe.
Spoilers: The Avengers, Season 7.
Series Summary: Twenty-eight stories and crossings of worlds (read: insanity) to celebrate twenty-eight years.
Part Summary: Something different, not necessarily bad per se.
Words: 559
Title Quote Source: Different by Acceptance
A/N: Ever have that idea that takes a sudden left when you’re meaning to go right? Yeah. That happened here.

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Three: Crashing Down Any Chance You Had


The world had a way of wearing them down. They’d started out idealistic, and for every shove back that idealism seemed to get chipped down. Children, facing against the big bad, until that childhood was so far forgotten that it was hard to remember that they even had been.

They’d become hardened warriors in the fight - a boy who’d grown up in hell, a girl who’d come from nothing more than a ball of glowing light, two girls who’d been hunted down because of their potential to be heroes - and it was hard to remember a time when it hadn’t been a struggle. When they’d never had to fight to survive. Demons, vampires, hell-gods, crazy preaching bastards.

Then aliens popped out of the sky in New York City. That one was a new little curveball. And they’d been suddenly benched in favor of spandex, metal suit, cape wearers. And the Hulk.

“Are you seeing this?” Kit’s voice crackled over the earpiece that Carlos insisted they all wear these days.

“Kinda hard to not see it,” Dawn shrugged, glancing over at Connor.

“They look familiar.”

“Giant fucking space worms -”

“Reminds me of Tremors,” Carlos’ voice slammed over Connor’s. He only shook his head at the interruption.

“You ain’t Kevin Bacon,” Rona cut in.

They’d been stationed around the city, but this conversation was just ridiculous.

“Um, guys? Space worms, not B-horror movies from the 80’s,” Vi’s voice was next. “Can we focus?”

“Vi, they’re swarming about five blocks north of your position,” Kit’s voice was followed by some quiet muttering. “Holy hell. Are you seeing this?”

“What, Kit?”

“Fucking superheroes. I never thought I’d live to see it - but good goddamn, that guy’s the shit with a bow.”

“Staff?” Dawn and Connor were hustling now towards Vi’s location.

“No, fucking bow and arrows,” Kit snapped. Then she gave a yelp. “Fuckers are dropping the buildings down.”

“Get to safety, Kit,” Connor yanked Dawn out of the way as another creature zoomed past them.

“And fucking miss the party? I don’t think so. You need a witch at your back,” Kit snapped again. “Besides, I’ve got that little magic tablet that Willow kitted out. I’m good.”

“She boosted the tablet, she didn’t turn it into a magic shield,” Carlos’ voice snapped back over the line.

“Holy hell!” Kit’s screech drew the converging parties to a stop.

“Kit?” Dawn demanded after several heartbeats of silence. “Kit!”

“Found a magic shield,” Kit said breathlessly. “Totally fucking attached to another hottie.”

“Kit would try and pick up dudes in an apocalypse,” Rona’s voice sounded completely disgusted with their resident witch.

“Go fuck Carlos again,” Kit snapped in irritation. “Nope, I’m good. Bickering with one of my best bitches.”

“Who is she talking to?” Carlos’ snapped.

“Captain America,” Vi sounded pretty breathless herself. “And she’s right, total hottie.”

“Isn’t he in his eighties?” Dawn glanced up at where Vi and Kit were now clearly being defended by a man in blue. “Whoa.”

“Vi, don’t just lay there,” Rona yelled, echoing in both the earpiece and in the din of the ravaged street. Carlos was nearing Kit, hand outstretched to pull her up.“Kick some alien ass, sister!”

“Or, right. I’ve got superpowers.”

Dawn only shook her head as the six joined in the fight, much to the bewilderment of the costume-clad superheroes.
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