Baseball Bedlam

Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel or Hasbro. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis. L1701E owns his OCs.

Chapter 1: The Pre-game

"Tell me again why this is a good idea?"

Leon Maxwell, the red-eyed Avenger Crisis, was walking out to a make-shift baseball diamond that was set up on the West Coast Avengers' compound.

Jim Rhodes, the armored Avenger War Machine, explained,

"Tony and I thought it'd be a great idea, in a support of team unity, that we have a baseball game; East vs. West Coasts."

Crystal, the Inhuman elementalle princess, shook her head,

"I do not know if I can do this. I mean, I am not a natural athlete."

T'challa, the Wakandan prince Black Panther, reassured her,

"It will be fun, Crystal. On my royal visits, I was able to watch a baseball game."

Leon snickered,

"Besides, you run an entire marathon just to chase after Quicksilver."

The blonde blushed at that,

"I hope he comes. I love him SO much!"

The swordsman then looked at Rhodes,

"I mean, it would be great to have the team back east here, but unity is a bit of a problem for us."

Rhodes asked,

"What makes you say that?"

A thunderous crash was heard, and two very familiar female screams were heard. Carol Danvers, the blonde Bostonian heroine Miss Marvel, shouted,

"HAIRBALL!"
Farrah Willows, the white-haired feline acrobat Persiana, shouted back,

"AIR-HEAD!"

The sounds of a cat-fight breaking out could be heard. Sam Wilson, the avian Avenger Falcon, and Hercules, the Lion of Olympus and god of strength, cheered on the fight.

War Machine nodded,

"I see your point."

Crystal then remembered,

"Isn't Kid Razor a die-hard Cleveland Indians fan?"

Leon groaned,

"This is going to go over well, I just know it."

Just then, the sky light up with fireworks as a booming voice shouted,

"HELLO, SAN DIEGO! THE KID OF ROCK KID RAZOR IS HERE!"
Said hero, riding on his guitar, flew in and landed right in the middle of the compound. He grinned,

"The Jukebox Hero is here, and now, this party can really get started."

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Clint Burton, the teen Avenger Hawkeye, was running for his life, being closely pursued by Natasha Romanoff, the teen spy Black Widow. Little hearts floated around the Russian teen girl, determined to catch the boy she liked.

Greer Nelson, the Avenger Tigra, bowed respectfully to them,

"Konichua, West Coast Avengers."

Later…

After breaking up the cat-fight between Miss Marvel and Persiana, both teams had gathered on the diamond. Captain America and War Machine, the two team leaders, were going to explain what was going to happen. The armored Avenger explained,

"Now, we've decided on having the two teams play each other in a friendly game of baseball. But, before we get started, we need to lay some ground rules."

He counted,

"Rule one; No hammer or mace."

Thor, the teen god of thunder, groaned,

"Tis a travesty!"

Captain America continued,

"Rule two; no powers."

Persiana raised her hand,

"What about those of us that run faster on all fours?"
Carol scoffed,

"I think the man said no powers, furball."

Farrah shot back,

"Up yours, Barbie."

Leon looked at them,

"That's enough, girls. For one day, I don't want to have to play referee to the two of you."

Crystal pouted,

"It's too bad Quicksilver isn't here to watch me play."

Hawkeye and the other East Coast Avengers blinked. The archer said,

"Wait, the beautiful chick over there has a thing for Pietro?"

Carol smugly remarked,

"You should see the fan mail Farrah gets. One of them's from some girl in Greece that SO wants her!"

The lioness shouted,

"YOU BARBIE BITCH! YOU WENT THROUGH MY MAIL? DIE!"
She tackled Carol, another cat-fight breaking out. Wasp shook her head,

"Is there something we ought to know?"

Pulsar looked at her,

"Trust me, you're better off not hearing about this one."

Next Chapter:
The first pitch gets thrown, and so do the first punches! Stay tuned for more insanity.