These are just some one-shots that came to me about Avery bonding with the Leverage team. I've started on the sequel to my first Leverage fic, but thought this would be cute to do first. Enjoy!
Avery and Hardison
"Aw, no!" Hardison says from the living room area. Avery looks up from her bowl of cereal. Hardison had been playing a video game for the past couple hours and within the past fifteen minutes he had been getting more and more upset. Avery picks up her bowl of cereal and walks over to the chair, plopping down into it.
"What are you playing?" Avery asks, watching the screen in front of her.
"Lord of the Rings. And…come on!" Hardison says, interrupting himself with the exclamation. "I keep dying."
"Looks like you need some backup," Avery says, looking over at Hardison.
"What? You gonna be my backup?" Hardison asks skeptically, assuming she knows as much about computers as Eliot does. Avery shrugs her shoulders.
"Don't know much about it, but I'll try," Avery says, taking the last bite of her cereal and setting the bowl on the table next to her. She gets up and sits down on the couch next to Hardison. Hardison pushes some buttons and brings them back to the main menu, setting it up so it's a two player game. He hands Avery a controller, explaining the basic functions.
"You can pick whatever player you want," Hardison says, automatically choosing Aragorn.
"I wanna be Legolas," Avery says, flipping through till she gets to the elf.
"Legolas? Really?" Hardison says, looking over at Avery and raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah. He has a bow so he takes them out from far away and he has a sword so he can take them out up close," Avery says, turning her attention to the screen.
LEVERAGE
"You know if you do the moves I showed you, you can have stronger attacks," Hardison says, keeping his eyes on the screen.
"Why? Slicing them to pieces is just as strong, only easier," Avery says, pressing the A button and slicing any orc that comes within reach. Sometimes the simple things are the best."
"There's no art to what you're doing. Coming up with combinations and putting things together is what makes the game worth playing," Hardison says, pressing three different buttons and having Aragorn jumping into the air and flinging his sword to one side then the other, taking out three orcs in the process.
"You're playing a video game, there's no art behind it," Avery says, hearing the door shut and footsteps walking towards them.
"There's no art behind what you're doing either. All you're doing is swinging your sword around," Hardison says, a scowl appearing on his face.
"I'm aiming too. If you don't aim you don't kill them," Avery argues, her own scowl appearing.
"You're as bad as your father. You just take out anything in your path," Hardison says, glancing at her quickly before looking back at the TV.
"I got you past that one level taking out anything in my path," Avery points out, glancing at Hardison before turning back to the screen. "Pretty that's how you passed the past few levels."
"I could've passed those levels myself," Hardison says defensively, "It just would've taken a little longer."
"So, I just made this so much more easier for you," Avery says, shrugging her shoulders as she takes out three more orcs.
"No," Hardison says, shaking his head. Avery raises her eyebrows.
"Okay, fine. I'll leave you to your artistic ability of pushing buttons," Avery says, setting the controller on the table in front of her.
"Come on Avery," Hardison says, looking over at her, momentarily forgetting the game. Avery points to the screen, looking at him. Hardison looks back at the screen just in time to see him die. "No…!"
"You were saying?" Avery asks, raising an eyebrow.
"That's not because you stopped playing. That's because I wasn't looking at the screen," Hardison argues, his scowl reappearing.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Avery says, grabbing her bowl and walking over to the kitchen. Hardison scoffs and looks over at who entered the apartment. Eliot is standing to the side of the couch, arms crossed and an amused expression on his face.
"What are you smiling about?" Hardison asks grumpily.
"Just trying to figure out what's more entertaining. The fact my sixteen year old daughter kicked your ass in your video game or the fact that you're trying to convince yourself she didn't," Eliot says chuckling, an eyebrow raised.
"It's not a big deal really. I prefer to play Super Smash Brothers anyway," Avery says, setting her dirty dishes in the sink. Hardison makes a face.
"All you're doing is pummeling people," Hardison says, shaking his head.
"Yeah so?" Avery and Eliot ask, staring at Hardison.
"Disgraceful. The both of you," Hardison mumbles, turning around in his seat and setting the game up for single player once more.
"It's not disgraceful when I save your ass pummeling people," Eliot grumbles, shaking his head and walking towards the table where Avery is.
"I can save…" Hardison begins, turning around to face Eliot once more.
"Eliot, Hardison," Nate says, walking in to the room followed by Sophie and Parker.
"What?" Eliot and Hardison say in unison, looking over at Nate.
"Focus," Nate says, standing at the counter facing the screen. Avery smirks in amusement. Without looking away from the screen Hardison is setting up, Nate says, "Wipe the smirk off your face Avery."
The smirk on Avery's face instantly disappears and she looks over at her dad. Eliot sends her a smirk, amused she still got caught. Avery sends him a glare and smacks him in the arm. Eliot's smirk grows and he gives her a playful shove, chuckling.
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