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Dawnie Does the Marvelverse

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Summary: Dawn decides to disregard the Scoobies' advice and have a heart-to-heart with a vengeance demon. The wacky adventures of Dawn Frost ensue.

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Marvel Universe > X-Men > Dawn-Centered(Moderator)JoeHundredaireFR151725,464820229,7191 Aug 1329 Aug 13No

Barbara 'Bobbi' Morse

Joe's Note: Still feeling like crap as I deal with onset sickness from the new meds, so I decided to write in a brief… not so much a detour, but a speed bump. A few chapters that will be short and sweet, mixing exposition and humor as I show that holy crap, running around in public using your mutant powers attracts attention in the modern world. Perish the thought.



     When the train rolled into Providence, Rhode Island a bit over an hour later, Dawn had calmed down enough to be hungry again. Peeking out the window and catching Wanda kissing Pietro again as he handed over their lunch threatened to ruin her appetite once more… but the smell of hot lobster and melted butter managed to combat that quite effectively. Which was lucky for Wanda, because Dawn would have been really pissed to have wasted seventeen dollars on a sandwich she had to throw away. Or let Pietro eat.

     As the train trundled its way into Boston's South Station, Dawn stood in the bathroom of the first class car, looking herself over in the mirror. Making semi-friends with a girl who had a vengeance demon's ability to warp reality but without the abject cruelty and need to twist your words was a handy thing, she decided. While at first the idea had weirded out, she'd quickly agreed to keep them after seeing how hot she looked with blond ringlets similar to Wanda's that were streaked with bright green. The ratty jeans and t-shirt that she'd started the day with had been transformed into a very presentable white button-front blouse and ankle-length skirt, and… Dawn furrowed her brow, leaning in to study her reflection for a moment before undoing the top two buttons of her blouse. Tugging her shirt open so she could get a better view, she chuckled as she discovered that she was now wearing a cardinal red bra. She was willing to bet that her panties were also Wanda-colored now. Cheeky.

     Another screech sent Dawn slamming into the bathroom and she cursed as she straightened up, buttoning her shirt back up hastily. Damn train was out to get her. Opening the door, she stalked back down the aisle to where Wanda was standing in the aisle as she used her power to coax the second seat back over to the right side of the car. "You sure you don't want to come along? Watch me terrorize my new family? Hang out with Adrienne? Maybe-"

     "Get ogled and hit on by you some more? Listen to more jokes about my relationship? Pass." Wanda ignored Dawn's pouting as she turned back to her seat, grabbing the long red coat draped over the back and shaking it. Red light rippled over it, bleaching it as white as the rest of Dawn's outfit, and then Wanda held it out to the younger girl. "Here. It's warmer than the one you came aboard wearing, and you're going to need it more than I will." Dawn made a vaguely inquisitive noise as she shrugged the jacket on, prompting Wanda to elaborate. "It's Carnival right now. Pietro and I are going down to Rio de Janeiro for the day."

     Grumbling, Dawn buttoned her jacket. "And times like this make me wish that Hallie had turned me into a flying mutant. Because then I could meet the Frosts and then jet off for fun in the sun. Você é uma garota de sorte, Wanda."

     "Sim, estou. Afinal, você está preso com Lorna e Jean para o dia." Wanda chuckled softly at the expression of surprise on Dawn's face. "Reality manipulator, dear. I changed the odds of those language learning CDs working for me. Now if I could only change the probability of where the weight goes when I eat chocolate. I would kill to have an ass like some of the girls we see down there." Dawn took a step forward, only to be met with a palm to the chest. "And before you take that as an opening to paw my ass and then tell me how great it is… have fun. I'll be waiting for your email." With that, Wanda clicked the heels of her red boots together three times and then disappeared in a shower of red sparkles.

     The sudden lack of resistance sent Dawn stumbling forward a few steps, earning her twin snickers. Looking up, she glared at Jean and Lorna. "Well, you're getting along now at least… but it's because you're laughing at me. Not sure if want." Turning around, she marched her way up the aisle, breezing between business travelers who were still busy packing up their laptops and retrieving bags from the overhead racks. Exiting the left side of the train, she shivered as a gust of cold wind blew snow down the platform at her, making her very glad that Wanda had been nice enough to give up her jacket. Even if it wasn't quite enough, she couldn't imagine how cold she'd have been in the denim jacket that… Jean had hopefully grabbed on her way out, or otherwise the redhead was going to be down a coat.

     After what seemed like an impossibly long walk but was probably more like a minute and a half, Dawn dove through the sliding doors and entered the station proper, rubbing at her arms frantically. "I take it back. I wish Hallie had turned me into a She-Hulk. I bet he doesn't get cold in the winter." There was a strangled gasp from behind her - two of them, actually - and Dawn peeked back over her shoulder to find both Jean and Lorna staring straight ahead with terrified expressions on their faces. Well, it wasn't Magneto in Jean's case or Xavier in Lorna's because then the other girl wouldn't be scared… they weren't under attack by an unaligned mutant or the Hulk or Godzilla or something because then there'd be crashing and screaming and stampeding… so what was the problem? Slowly turning her head to follow the girls' line of sight, Dawn blinked slowly at the sight that greeted her before tilting her head to the side. It was a really hot blonde woman in a blue and white catsuit. Granted the woman had heavily armed backup in SWAT-esque outfits, but she was still ridiculously hot and wearing a catsuit with a decently low neckline. "Huh. And here I thought that I was a naughty girl this year. And that Christmas was two and a half months ago."

     "You have been a naughty girl, Miss Summers." Twirling the sleek metal staff in her hand a few times, the blonde rapped one end against the stone floor before stuffing her free hand into her pocket and pulling out a black leather wallet. Flicking her wrist, she flashed a very official-looking orange and white ID card at Dawn. "I'm Agent Morse of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. And I'd like to talk to you about the little incident you were involved with in New York this morning."

     Dawn let out a nervous chuckle. "Is there any way I can convince you that it was my evil twin who has straight, completely blond hair and likes to wear less fashionable - and more colorful - clothing?"

     Shaking her head, Morse made a beckoning gesture. "Now the three of you can come with us… or we can make you come with us. What's it going to be?"

     Before Dawn could respond, Lorna stepped forward and puffed up indignantly. "When my father hears about this, he-"

     "Your terrorist father knows plenty about how SHIELD works from all his run-ins with us, Miss Dane. If he sent you to intercept a person of interest, then I'm sure he saw this coming. If you're not here on his orders? Then I'm sure he'd love to find out where his baby girl ran off to." Tucking her wallet back into… somewhere… Morse took a two-handed grip on her staff and twisted, separating it into a pair of smaller metal staves. "Again, you'll come voluntarily or you'll come by force, but you're coming no matter what. So which is it going to be?"

     "…do you have any idea how much that sounded like the intro to a lesbian bondage porno? Especially when I combine it with you telling me that I've been a naughty girl?" Dawn tried her best, but couldn't keep from giggling at the exasperated look on Morse's face. "What? You said it, not me. Although I'm not sure if things are as cut and dried as you think, what with you being armed with a metal staff and backed up by metal guns… when your opponent has a magnokine standing next to her." Morse and her companions shot uncertain looks down at their weapons, affording Dawn a chance to break away from the others and close the distance between her and the older blonde. The soldiers brought their weapons up but a hand signal from Morse stayed their trigger fingers, allowing Dawn to keep walking until she had completely invaded the taller woman's personal space. Resting her hands on Morse's hips, she tapped her fingers lightly. "Not that I'm the type to do it, but… do you really think you could take us if I wanted to force the matter?"

     Surprisingly, Morse reacted to neither the implied threat nor the physical contact, instead choosing to laugh softly in Dawn's face. "SHIELD knows all about you and sent me to bring you in. What do you think?"

     Humming softly, Dawn leaned in and rested her cheek on the agent's exposed collarbone. "Oh? Does that mean the SHIELD handbook covers how to take down suspects that can't be choked out, and who can turn off their circulatory and nervous systems off at a whim? Because I'm not getting that strange tingle off you that I get from being near a mutant. Which means that all you can bring against me are your weapons and your training, and at least one of those is completely useless…"

     "The problem with that logic, though, is that I'm just one agent with some troops. If it comes down to it, I don't need to stop you. I just need to delay you until backup arrives." Morse raised an eyebrow, waiting until Dawn nodded to concede that point, before continuing on. "That being said, I don't want to be known as the agent who started a running battle that took out a century-old train station that's on the National Register of Historic Places. So… I do have a bit of wiggle room when it comes to my orders. What's it going to take to make you come peacefully?"

     "How do you feel about French restaurants?"
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