Title: first day on the job
Prompt: Piracy & Hero
Bonus? Yes~
Word Count: 686
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Crossover; Fandom: Avengers (movie!verse), Original: Alex the necromancer series
Pairings (if any): N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Profanity
Summary: Really, Alex doesn't know how she manages to get herself into these situations. Last time she leaves bed for a cross-country job offer. On the plus side, this will be a great story for the guys back home.
"Is this really necessary?" The man sitting across from me was stone-faced. I was tempted to ask about the eye patch but figured he was the wrong guy to joke around with. Instead I continued with a huff, "I'd better get a doctor's note or a—a waiver for my absence from work, at least." First day on the job. It never fucking fails.
Without warning, a folder spiraled across the table and smacked into my forearm, causing me to hiss. As I glared daggers at the offending paper, a prickling of my awareness reminded me of the daemon I had waiting in the wings. Nesrasuas wasn't happy with my blood being spilt—oh, right, the paper cut. He could be a drama queen sometimes.
"This file," the mysterious man began, "holds stills from video footage of you standing in what looks to be some sort of ritual circle, bleeding all over the goddamn place. Now, tell me this doesn't look suspicious."
Without missing a beat, I parroted back to him in perfect monotone, "This doesn't look suspicious." But really, he was asking for it, abducting me in broad daylight for some bizarre interrogation and making me late for work.
Opening the manila folder, I flipped through several enlarged photographs of my attempts to summon various creatures and wards around the city. I wasn't going to be taking any chances with my new apartment, and I'd had homework to do before I walked into my new job. Apparently, the paranormal was deemed normal around here—and sitting at this table in the middle of a pristine, almost ruthlessly clinical room I could very well see it. Too bad I wasn't the only one looking out for the odd shit in town.
"You are Alexandrea Window," he went on, reading off of a packet I hadn't noticed him pick up, "age twenty-five, born in Peaceton, North Carolina. You've been trained by an underground academy in various forms of magic, graduating with a specialty in—" Here, he looked up from the papers to pin me to my chair with his good eye. "—"necromancy and daemonmancy." " He threw the papers onto the table. "Now can you see why I'm a little hesitant to let you walk out of here with just a slap on the wrist?"
I was still trying to process the fact that I had a dossier, let alone the fact that he had it.
Absentmindedly, I corrected him, "Window." People constantly pronounced it incorrectly; the last syllable sounded like "ow," or "down."
The man didn't seem fazed by my attitude. He looked like an unflappable kind of guy. If he hadn't shown such contempt for my profession—and had that sinister aura—I might have thought he was daemonic. He moved around the table to stand off to the side, watching me with his dark eyes. "Unfortunately, your employer isn't able to be bought or bargained with; he refuses to fire or transfer you. He's a stubborn SOB—and so I come to you."
Pretty sure you brought me to you, but I won't nitpick.
"If I really wanted to," he loudly interrupted my inner mocking, "I could have you charged with internet piracy. It's easy enough to do, and it would keep you behind bars for a time until I can figure out what the hell to do with you."
Says the man dressed up as a pirate Morpheus. Just who was this guy—CIA?
"Or," I cut in, not liking this train of thought at all, "you could not and say you did, while letting me go to work so I can get paid and then go away, never to be heard from again. Sound good?"
"Like hell it does." His bluntness startled me. "You're under Stark's influence, and that's an accident waiting to happen. So I've got a better idea." Folding his hands behind his back, he casually began explaining this "master plan" of his.
"How would you like to meet a hero, Ms. Window?"
And here I was, actually trying to get some work done. It really never failed.
Lots of dragon-y love,
-DL