Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the wonderful and hilarious "callieandjack" - who I suspect is also going to be the only person to ever read this. If you want to prove me wrong on that, that's cool too. :-D I do hope whomever reads this enjoys it. I know a lot of people don't really read crossovers. But I like them!
Callie and I stood about two feet apart on the Avengers Tower balcony, eyes trained up towards the roof and squinted against the bright sunlight.
Two male figures were way up there. One was hovering in open, empty air, and the other was standing on the roof. The flying one was dressed in patchy greens and browns, with thick light brown hair, eyes that shifted endlessly between blue and green, pale skin, and powerful muscles, but quite the beanpole. He was about 5'9". The one on the roof wore black, gold, and green armor, had long black hair, icy blue eyes, skin so pale it looked like snow, and powerful muscles hidden under the strange garb he wore. Just like the other one, he was a slim beanpole. He was probably 6'1" or 6'2".
"What are they doing?" Callie asked.
My face flushed a bright shade of red. I didn't want to tell her. They were having a standoff—but that much was obvious. Though she asked what, she meant why. And that was where the horrific embarrassment came in—the part I didn't want to admit. "I don't know," I replied.
"You're not a very good liar, Cass," she commented.
Tell me something I don't know, I sassed silently. At some point in my life I was going to get an attitude adjustment—I just hadn't gotten around to it yet—and Callie knew it.
Before either of us could say anything else, the smaller of the two men—the hovering one—threw a fireball. The kind that literally came from nowhere.
A blast of ice from the one on the roof met it midair and froze it. It fell and landed squarely in front of me and my friend and promptly shattered into pieces—sending shards of glass-water everywhere. My arms flew up in front of my face, but neither of us were harmed. As the blue-white icicles pooled around our feet, the men eight stories(ish) above us began talking in threatening voices, tones escalating to furious rage. But we were too far away to hear them.
Another round of fire-and-ice (in the opposite order this time) sent cold water raining down in our hair. Both of us instinctively recoiled and shook droplets out of our faces. Callie and I let out little squeaks of alarm, but didn't dare make any more noise for fear of attracting unwanted attention from the angry parties upstairs.
"Callie!" The door to the balcony burst open and a very tall man rushed out. He was about the same height as the man in the armor, with short blond hair and crystal blue eyes. He had bigger muscles than the other two men and just looked like the embodiment of hunk. Not hulk. I live with Hulk—and this man looked nothing like him. He gathered my friend to his chest. "What are you doing out here?" he demanded. "It's not safe!" Callie gave me a smile over one of her boyfriend's large biceps but sighed at his protectiveness. She knew I'd never let her get hurt by the two guys upstairs.
"I'm fine, Steve," she insisted.
"Come on. We're going inside."
"And find a nice broom closet to hide in?" my friend suggested, sounding both mischievous and hopeful. I snickered behind my hand, trying to be polite for his old-fashioned-manners' sake.
Steve looked a little flustered. "Sure," he replied, a small shade of pink igniting on his cheekbones. Keeping one arm around Callie's shoulders, he rushed back inside, leaving me on the balcony alone to watch the two angry guys shouting at each other in British accents. I knew it was escalating quickly because more than just fire and ice was flinging between the two of them now. Knives, attempted illusions, several insults I couldn't quite make out, and a couple lightning bolts.
The man on the rooftop jumped at the younger one, missed, and landed on a flying-boat-thing. With an angry growl I could barely hear, he went flying after the teenaged man—who was darting through the city and flying very quickly under his own power.
I'm getting a little ahead of myself aren't I? Sorry about that. Give me just a second to rewind.
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End Note: And there's the prologue. I'm having way too much fun writing this, by the way!
~Cass