A/N; First story here, well just a ficlet for the moment. Greywizards story involving Xander, Iron Man and a rifle, is what set this particular plot bunny loose. "Re-establishing parity" go read it. Tis good.
The Avengers belong to a Mr Whedon and Marvel, Buffy just belongs to Mr Whedon. I'd love to claim that I am these people, but I would be lying. Ah well.
The man reclined at his desk. Silence covered the room like a fog, though that was not particularly unusual for this room, nor was the feeling you had stepped into a hallowed library with precious history books unseen for centuries, which was even true.
The only thing that appeared to be out of place was the newspaper, lying open with the major headline visible from most everywhere in the room. Mr Williams had already read it a hundred times today, he wouldn't have been very good at his job if he was not aware of it, but while he thought most unpleasant news, the man reclining at the desk, his esteemed employer had considered it most satisfying. The master had his intentions and he would never question them here, even if he felt that two powerful forces for good getting set against each other would only lead to disaster.
Still, the Master had his intentions.
Mr Williams cleared his throat and the silent fog appeared to fade. "Is there anything else to be relayed today Mr Travers?"
"Nothing today Williams. Today I think, calls for unrestrained celebration. Tomorrow I shall have a new set of tasks for you to put in place. Thank You"
Mr Williams acknowledged the dismissal and walked out of the room, and the fog descended into the room again, like it had never left