The Sorcerer's Apprentice- chapter 1- 1st draft- idea pending
"Tony, I'm not going to let some old fart teach me how to do what I do." A female voice rang out through the room.
"Jes, come on. I don't really like the guy all too well-"
"Having tried to destroy New York a few years back..." she mumbled.
"Screw destroying New York, he tossed me out my own window!" Tony Stark defended, exasperated. "I know he's not all that likable, but he's like the king of your little coven!"
"I'm not a witch, Stark." she started.
"No I'm sorry, you're right. You're our dog." He retaliated.
"Shut up, Stark. I'm not go-"
Director Fury chose that precise moment to enter the penthouse living room, finding a place to stand right behind the smallish female figure. "Yes, you are, Agent Wade," was his deep reply. The young woman's long brown hair whipped his chest as she turned.
Jesus, working with these spies I'mma die before I officially become an agent! Living with the rest of the avengers already is hard enough-
"Director, I-" she stammered.
"He is still not to be fully trusted, but you need to be trained by someone who knows your trade," he stated, the no-nonsense tone clear as crystal.
Her blue eyes met his brown one. "Sir, he's a war criminal." she sighed.
His tone did not change. "You DO need to train, Wade, to control your powers."
"Permission to speak freely, sir?" Jessica sighed, trying to get her point across.
"Granted."
"I've been training since I was 8. I'm 22 now. Xavier-"
"Xavier's school does not have a sorcerer or sorceress to train you, did it?" The director interrupted.
She sighed, defeated. "No, sir."
"You will train with Loki, once a week, till you are fully able to control your powers. Understood?"
"Yes, sir." He exited the premises, leaving a smug Tony.
"Alright, say it. Say it out-loud." She sighed.
"Told ya." he smiled as he waltzed out of the room.
She sighed and walked onto the balcony, finding Dr. Bruce Banner in his usual thinking spot, staring out into Manhattan. He was the smallest male Avenger, allowing her 5' 4" frame to better relate to him, and she leaned slightly into him.
"What happened?" He asked, honestly curious.
"I am to train with Loki if I ever want to become a true field agent."
"Ouch... At least you get the chance to train." he tried to cheer her up.
"Yeah, with a man who that was once Earth's most wanted."
"He's been punished," He defended, mildly. "I've met him since his punishment. He's... different... from last time we met"
She laughed "Yeah, cause last time the two of you met" she continued in a funny voice "'They said I could become anything... so I became a pancake'"
He chuckled "You probably start tomorrow; get some sleep." He kissed her scalp as an older sibling would.
She sighed, but started walking obediently. "I'm stealing that brown blanket you have. Just sayin'."
"Jessica Samantha Wade, you leave that blanket alone. Get to sleep." He laughed as she saluted him and wandered inside.
-Le Line break-
Jessica woke up that morning to Jarvis' announcement of "Good morning, Agent Wade. It is 6:30am. The weather in Manhattan is 89degrees and partially cloudy, with a 20% chance of rain."
She sat up groggily, her long hair matted to her head and dark circles under her eyes. "Thanks, Jarv"
"Master Stark would like me to remind you that your scheduled training begins at 8:00," The sultry British accent responded.
In response, Jes groaned.
UGGH! He's not going to leave this alone, is he?
She turned over and stuffed her face under her pillow. "Tell him I died and didn't leave a
forwarding address."
"Yes, ma'am." After which, she promptly fell asleep.
Approximately 20 minutes later, she was awoken by a sudden tug at her ankle. She yelped as she was dragged from under her pillows and into the open by 4 different hands. Bleary eyed she whirled around to see two men, a blond and a brunette, smiling wickedly. The light in his chest gave Tony away instantaneously, but the blond, similar in size and build to the billionaire, was harder to recognize for a moment.
"Clint? You're back?" She slurred as she tossed a pillow at Stark.
"Yeah," The blonde replied, revealing his identity. "Tasha and I got back around 3:00."
Tony, after having gone through her closet, tossed a t-shirt and some jeans at her. "Get dressed. Dead or not, Rover, Fury said you need to go."
"Since when do you urge people to follow orders?"
Clint interrupted Tony's, inevitable, sarcastic response. "Last night. When he found out that you didn't want to be trained by the loon."
"UUUUGGGHHH! Get out."
"No, you need to get dressed." Tony's replied.
"Exactly."
Tony gave a smug smile. "Oh, so you don't want me to watch you get undressed?" He winked.
"Pepper would frown upon it." She was wide awake by this time.
Clint grabbed the self-proclaimed playboy's arm and, much to his protest, dragged him out of the room mumbling.
God, this is going to be a LONG day...
-El line break-
Breakfast: check; dressed: check; strange encounter with the male kind: as odd as it is, check.
Jessica ran a checklist through her mind as she slowly made her way to the penthouse living room, in the elevator. There, she would meet the person who would direct her to Loki... and she wanted to put it off for as long as possible.
Come on... there must be something you still have to do...
Too late. The elevator dinged and the metal doors slid open, revealing a short hall that led to the living room, and she began to walk. When she arrived and peered in, the only living soul that could be seen was the God of Thunder himself. He was hunched over the counter, in civilian clothing, drinking a coffee, surprisingly quiet, and chowing down on a package of pop tarts. A mischievous smile spread across Jessica's face.
Practice makes perfect- you gorgeous excuse...
Slinking behind the well-built blonde, she decided to play around, just a tad, nothing much. The coffee cup began to float out of his hand, causing him to jump. The god looked quizzically at the cup before reaching for it, and as he did so, the cup slowly floated away from his hand, keeping the same distance as before. Thor made a face before jumping onto the table and grabbing at the cup, but to no avail. The cup simply would not return to his hand, as if they were two magnets with the same polarity. She could not suppress a giggle that was heard by the massive man climbing the table, and he stopped.
"Brother?" Thor turned to see Jessica, an extremely small woman compared to his size, smiling warmly up at him.
"Good morning, Thor." She giggled and allowed the cup to rest on the table once more.
The Asir chuckled and grasped her in a tight bear hug. "Good morning, Jessica. How was your slumber?"
"Eh, can't complain."
"Nor can I." He agreed and turned, downing the last bits of the brown goodness from the cup. "Are you ready to meet with my brother?"
No getting out of this, hm?
She sighed. "As I'll ever be."
Thor laughed heartily at this and made his way to the elevator. "Come, he awaits you in the city."
"The city? Why not here?" she pondered as they ventured into the elevator.
"I know not of the answers you seek, but I trust that there is good reason to his doings." Thor pressed the button for the lobby. "Downward!"
A/N:
Hey guys! This is something that just popped up into my head. Attack of the plot bunny! I hope to continue this as a series so please read and review, no flames please. If given any I may become a pyromaniac and bake a few thousand cookies...