Double Date Disaster

Author's Note: Hey there, Misfit Fans! L1701E here! After all this time, I finally got some inspiration to do a brand-new Misfit fic. Basically, a couple of the West and East Coast Misfit teams go out on a double date, and hilarity ensues. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Red Witch, myself, and Marvel Comics…and others. And here's your quote: "Git-R-Done!" – Larry the Cable Guy

Chapter 1: Getting Ready!

West Coast Misfit Manor

West Coast Misfit Manor. It was the headquarters of the West Coast Misfits, the GI Joe-trained team of teenage mutants. And two of them were preparing for a date.

"Will you stop fidgeting?" A feminine voice grunted. It belonged to a blonde-haired girl, with it styled in the classic 70s Farrah hairdo. She was clad in a pink dress. She was standing in her room, fussing over a blond-haired boy, dressed in a black shirt with a matching jacket and slacks. She was fussing over his semi-long hair. The girl's name was Alison Blaire. She was a young singer who had the mutant ability to absorb sound and convert into light, which she could use for various effects, including creating lasers and protective forcefields. Her codename, appropriately enough, was Dazzler, her stage name.

"I'm not fidgeting!" A masculine voice defended. It was the voice of the boy that Ali was fussing over. His name was Longshot. He was an extradimensional warrior and former slave. Artificially created by the television executive/despot Mojo for stuntwork, Longshot managed to "negotiate" a better contract with the fat despot, and he joined the West Coast Misfits looking for adventure. When he met Ali, he was immediately smitten with her. Longshot was very agile, thanks to his having hollowed-out bones. His hands only had three fingers each, not counting thumbs, and he had a bizarre ability to bring 'good luck' to himself. "Ali, I'm nervous. I've never really done this 'double date' stuff before."

"Aw, relax." Ali reassured. "Besides, Todd and Althea thought it'd be fun. We don't get to meet the East Coast guys much. Pretty ironic, considering that we have a way to go anywhere we want in seconds." The Joe silent weapons expert codenamed Quick-Kick peeked in. The muscular Asian-American was dressed in a black sleeveless t-shirt and blue jeans.

"Uh, knock knock." Quick-Kick tapped the side of the doorway to Ali's room.

"Hi, Quick-Kick." Ali smiled.

"Well, you two look very nice." The silent weapons specialist smiled.

"Thank you." Ali nodded.

"Yeah, thanks." Longshot chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Knock that off! You'll mess up your hair!" Ali chided. Quick-Kick chuckled.

"Anyway, you two know what to do, right?" The martial artist reminded.

"Mm-hmm." Longshot nodded. "We got our phones. We'll check in every fifteen minutes."

"You really don't need to worry about us, Quick-Kick." Ali reassured.

"Oh, I have to. It's part of my job." Quick-Kick crossed his arms. "But in all seriousness, I hope the double date goes well."

"It should." Longshot nodded. "Todd and Althea are somewhat sane."

"Mm-hmm." Quick-Kick nodded. The three then heard an explosion outside. "What the-?"

"BWAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" A masculine voice cackled from outside. The cackling was accompanied by a monkey's howling.

"MY JEEP!" Another masculine voice screamed. "FIRESTORM! YOU IDIOT!"

"Oh, man…" Quick-Kick sighed. "I gotta go separate Firestorm and Hardcase before they kill each other again." He then left, muttering as he went down the hall. "As Danny Glover once said in Lethal Weapon, 'I'm getting too old for this stuff…'" Ali and Longshot looked at each other.

"Oh-kay…" Longshot blinked.

"That was…strange." Ali agreed.

"Strange?" Longshot crossed his arms. "Ali, have you forgotten where we live? Strangeness happens all the time around here." A crash was heard.

"BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" A thirteen-year-old boy with his brown hair in a ponytail and bright blue eyes, dressed in an old Undertaker t-shirt and blue jeans, raced by the doorway, cackling madly. He was Kyle Wildfire, a young Boston-born mutant who had the ability to generate and control electrical power.

"YOU GAIJIN DOG! I SHALL BEHEAD YOU FOR THIS!" A Japanese boy with short black hair yelled angrily as he passed by the doorway. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and red jeans. His name was Toshiro Yoshida, and he was a Japanese mutant codenamed Sunfire for his mutant ability to generate intense heat and fiery plasma. He was pitching fireballs at Kyle. The two did not get along. "COME BACK HERE AND FACE MY WRATH!"

"Come and get me, ya slap-happy jerk!" Kyle challenged. Noise was heard from the kitchen.

"Tommy, get yer arse out of the bloody kitchen!" The Scottish-accented voice of the red-haired mutant werewolf named Rahne Sinclair was heard yelling from the kitchen.

"But I'm hungry, Sheila!" The Australian-accented voice of the shark-like mutant named Tommy Sharpe was heard answering.

"Ace Starr, quit making that racket up there! I'm tryin' tae make a phone call!" The Irish-accented voice of the blonde screamer named Theresa Rourke snapped. Ali sighed.

"I suppose." The blonde lightengale admitted. "I wonder if the East Coast guys go through stuff like this?"

Misfit Manor, The Pit

The Misfit Manor was the home of the majority of the original Misfit team. And right now, two of the teenage mutant heroes were getting ready for a date.

"This double date thing was a great idea!" A dark-haired teenage girl grinned. Her long black hair had blue streaks in it. Her ears were decorated with earrings made from triangular Chinese coins. She was clad in a one-shoulder blue dress. Her name was Althea Delgado. She was the leader of the Misfit team, and she was codenamed Wavedancer for her mutant ability to control water, as well as for her ability to breathe both in air and water. She was standing in the room belonging to her boyfriend, looking at herself in a standing mirror. "Don't you think so, Toddles?" She turned her head with a smile as her boyfriend hopped into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Yeah, yo." A teenage boy smiled. His pale skin had a very slight greenish tint to it. He looked a little frog-like, and his eyes were yellow. He was dressed in a black shirt with a dark green jacket and slacks. His name was Todd Tolensky. He was codenamed Toad for his mutant abilities, which were basically like that of a toad. He had superhumanly strong legs, granting him great leaping power, super reflexes and agility, the ability to spit slime and acid, and a prehensile tongue. He and Althea were two of the first Misfits, and they were the 'golden couple' of the team. "I think it's pretty funny, yo. We don't often get a chance to do much with the West Coast guys."

"Mm-hmm." Althea nodded. "And I'm sure Dazzler and Longshot would love to know where we're going."

"Where are we going?" Todd scratched his head.

"Oh, just a nice little place." Althea smiled. "Don't you worry about it." She smiled and kissed the frog-like mutant.

"I just hope nothing happens to wreck it, yo." Todd sighed. Althea laughed.

"Oh, relax Toddles." Althea tapped Todd's nose with her finger, smiling. "The others wouldn't dare spy on us."

"Yeah, I suppose." Todd shrugged. A knock was heard at the door.

"Come in." Althea called. The door opened, revealing Shipwreck, the GI Joe sailor. He was also Althea's dad.

"Hey, guys." Shipwreck smiled. "How's it going?"

"Oh, it's going good." Althea smiled. "Are you sure the Triplets won't try and eavesdrop on us."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Shipwreck nodded. "They said they found something else to keep them distracted."

"Oh, that's good." Todd smiled. "It'll be nice to get away from all the insanity that pervades this place."

"I dunno." Althea sighed. "I gotta funny feeling that their little project is gonna be a disaster." Screaming was heard. "See what I mean?" Shipwreck turned and got out of the way.

"WAHHHHHHHH!" A bound-up boy with short brown hair screamed. He was Jamie Madrox. A mutant with the ability to create clones of himself, he was one of the X-Men, codename Multiple. He hopped by very quickly, screaming. "HELP ME! GET ME HOME! SAVE ME!" He was chased by three squealing black-haired young girls, dressed in identical pink lab coats and jeans. They were Daria, Brittany, and Quinn Delgado, a set of genius triplets who had psionic powers. They were codenamed Trinity. They were Althea's younger sisters, and they all had a crush on Jamie.

"Come back here and give us kisses!" The triplets squealed in unison as they ran by. Shipwreck's eyes widened.

"TRINITY!" The sailor yelled as he took off after them. "Did you kidnap Jamie again?" Althea groaned.

"Man, this double date thing is a great idea. I can get a break from this madness."

"AGH! HELP ME!" The silver-haired speedster named Pietro Maximoff, aka Quicksilver, screamed as he ran by, covering himself with his arms. He was covered in globs of paint of various colors. "SAVE ME! OW! THAT HURT!" A cackling Wanda Maximoff, the hexcasting Scarlet Witch, chased after him, carrying a paintball gun. A fwoosh was heard from downstairs.

"JOHN! YOU IDIOT! YOU TOASTED THE STOVE!" The voice of the redheaded microwave generator named Angelica "Firestar" Jones screamed.

"But Fire Angel, it wasn't me fault!" The voice of the reddish-blond insane Australian pyrokinetic named St. John "Pyro" Allerdyce whimpered. "I was trying to make you a cake, and the oven went nuts."

"I'LL SHOW YOU GOING NUTS!" Angelica was heard screaming, and then she was followed by the sounds of a frying pan hitting a skull. Althea sighed.

"Oh yeah, let's go."

Well, well, well! Looks like the date is going to start off! What insanity will happen next? Where will our heroes go? Will anyone get tortured? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!