I own none of the characters or the plots, based on the popular story by Sir-Mercutio-McHuffer, who authorized me to publish these stories as separate, not-exactly-canon bonus chapters.

Also, this will be aiming for humour and comedy, I already write some adventurous/dark stories, this is just me going on the light side, okay?

Chapter 7

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(Based on Chapter 57 of "Smoke on the Water", where Agent Tyler was just shot… oh yeah, spoilers!)

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(Well, you should not be reading this in the first place if you're not up to date on the original fic, okay? Just saying.)

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Talk to the Fish! No, really!

Rose was falling. Slowly, sure, but she was going down. Weightless fall, painful, burning and chilling fall.

A watery grave, kind of a poetic ending for one who lost herself so many times.

That is, until she felt herself being pulled up.

A part of her brain deduced some other agent that was giving her back up was helping drag her to the surface.

Problem is, when they broke surface, they just kept on going up. And up. And, for a brief moment, they stopped, in mid-air.

And that's when they came down. And down. And landed, with surprisingly smooth impact.

Almost tearing from the pain – but never actually being able to, not anymore – she opened her eyes.

"Well, this is a surprise", she quipped, seeing the tall and muscular man that held her in his arms, bridal carrying position - which wasn't doing any favors to her already wounded torso – tanned skin, unkept beard and moustache, black hair, and black eyes.

He was barechested, his upper torso covered in tattoos, many of them she could easily recognize as Polynesian, or maybe was it maori? Hawaiian? Surfer? Why was it so hard to concentrate…

Oh, losing blood, that's right.

"I…"

"Do not try to speak, you are weak", his grave voice was both smooth like water running down a rock and sharp like a knife.

"I..'ve heard… about you", she ignored him. Like a bullet wound would ever stop her.

Well…

"Knew… you were real", she added. She had to remember to get that bet money from Clint, some time later. Well, after the whole not dying, that is. "Say… I heard you talk…"

"If you so much ask me if I talk with fishes, land-dweller, I swear to Poseidon I'm dropping you back where I found you."

"... well..."

The tall man sighed, seeing how crestfallen the blonde became. "... yes, I do."

"That's so cool!", she perked up. "But can you only talk to fish… or can you talk to mollusks? And mammals, can you talk to whales… and dolphins as well? Is it psychic, do you need to be in contact with the water when you –"

*splash!

"Every. Single. Time!"

HAPPY 2017, EVERYONE!

As you can see, this chapter is incredibly out of canon, but I wrote the basis for it after reading Chapter 57 and watching the Justice League's trailer, so, blame my weirdly inspired brain on this one.

Thank you guys for still reading this, and thanks for Sir-Mercutio-McHuffer for giving us such a good story!

Next time: 'Just a rather very inteligent system!'