Sorry this took a while, I was working on another story for a different fandom. It'll be up soon if you guys want to check it out. Anyways, here's the drabble. A plot bunny attacked me. Her name was Jeff.
Also, I don't own the Avengers. If I did, I wouldn't be here. I'd be making out with Captain America.
"A movie about how we beat Ultron?" Steve repeated, disbelief leaking into his words. "Why?"
Tony smirked. "It'll make money, that's why. Clearly you haven't been paying attention to the screaming mob of fangirls outside lately, but we have fans."
Steve glanced out to window at the aforementioned screaming mob. "Oh, right. You kinda get used to them."
"So, anyways, the other Avengers are on their way here to read this letter. It has the script for the movie, projected castings, and our first royalty check."
"Don't they need permission to do stuff like that? Make a movie about someone?" Steve asked as the rest of the team trickled in.
"Of course. I gave it from me and forged the rest of your signatures."
"Stark, if this is the emergency you called us down here for, you have five minutes before I toss you into the crazed mosh pit out there," Romanov said, her voice completely flat. Tony swallowed hard.
"Look, I just wanted to get you guys down here fast."
Vision did a complete three-sixty sweep of the room as he entered. "Mr. Buchanan is not present," the android commented matter-of-factly.
"Who?"
"Bucky," Steve supplied.
"Oh, right. He told me last time if I gave him another false alarm, he'd castrate me. So he's not coming."
The rest of the Avengers were caught between laughter and winces at the collective mental image.
"Can we get this over with, Stark?" Barton prompted, bringing them all back to reality.
"Right! So, there's this movie in the works about us beating Ultron. We were just sent information about it and I thought it would be fun for us to go over it together. Also, you don't get to leave until we're done."
The superheroes groaned and slumped onto the coach, predicting that this would take quite a long time.
"Kay, here's the casting choices," Tony began as a collection of miniaturized pictures filled the screen behind him. "Here's me!"
"Not bad. His goatee is actually better than yours."
"I resent that."
"Next is Cap..."
Murmurs of surprise filled the room.
"He's good. If I didn't know Cap personally, I could probably get them confused."
"Here's Nat."
Romanov was the only one who commented. "The hair's okay. She's wearing too much makeup. Also, call me Nat again and you die tonight."
"Katniss."
"His face is too wide."
"Brucey."
"Wow, that's actually pretty good. He looks like the quiet scientist type."
"Point Break."
"HIS PHYSIQUE IS IMPRESSIVE, BUT CANNOT RIVAL THAT OF A TRUE ODINSON," Thor rumbled.
"And Speedy and Witchy."
"They got my hair all wrong," Quicksilver complained. "It looks like I dyed it badly or something."
"At least I look okay," Wanda said before adding, "We look really young."
"Yeah, it's weird."
"Changes made from real life? Why would they want to make any changes? Isn't superheroes fighting a deranged artificial intelligence good enough?"
"Guess not. Hey, they want Nat and Brucey to have a thing."
Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Um, what kind of thing are we talking about?"
"A romantic thing. You know, boyfriend/girlfriend."
"Well, that's random."
"Let's see, what else... Merida has a family."
Clint blinked. "What?"
"Yeah, you have a pregnant wife and two other kids."
"When the hell would I have the time to do that?"
"Dunno. Oh! This might be the last one. Speedy dies at the end of this version."
Pietro gaped for a second. "Excuse me, they kill me off? In a movie based on real life in which I am very obviously not dead?"
"Looks like it."
"Dammit! I'm going to go run this off."
Before anyone else could say anything, he had disappeared. Wanda just shrugged. "He's probably only going to California and back."
Eh... I think this one might have been funnier in my head... oh well.
Thanks to autumnsfire1 for reviewing! U R AMAZING.
Please review and remember that suggestions/prompts are awesome, as always.
-Holly
