"All right, Jubilee

Disclaimer: No, no. I own nor Wolverine and any X-Men, nor Hawkeye and any Avengers (darn). I always loved Hawkeye and Wolverine, both such bad-attitude guys. This piece is a work in progress, so all suggestions are welcome. Thanks for everyone who kindly reviewed my previous stories: I do that for fun, for yours and mine.

Verse: general comics (X-Men and Avengers), no specific era. Very general, so Hawkeye ain't with the Thunderbolts. Sorry about that, but I prefer the Avengers of the '70s.

Note: *...* is communications overs channels.

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Danger Boom

Chapter 1

"All right, Jubilee. Go to bed."

Jubilee jumped from her chair, obviously startled in the middle of a dream by Ororo's entrance in the monitor room. She wasn't suppose to sleep on guard duty. But being caught doing so didn't annoy her as much as the lost of the dream she was really enjoying. Hopefully for the teenager, Ororo wasn't one of the X-Men's telepath...

Angry, she hurridly grabbed her can of Jolt and the leftovers from her evening snacks.

"Y'know, a knock at the door is seen as an act of civility in most of the societies..." pointed out Jubilee as she made her way towards the door.

"If you had not been sleeping, you would have heard me come in," retorted Storm, always calm. The Weather Goddess sat at the comfortable chair, ready for a long night of security duty.

"Nothing never happens anyway. It's soooooooo boring..." started the teenager, but a loud voice boomed from the speakers and stopped her ranting.

*Hey ShellHead, you copy?*

"Who is this?" asked a puzzled Storm as she studied the settings on the computers.

"Huh... nothing... mustave hit a key, y'know, puters and stuff..." tried to explained Jubes. She interiroly prayed that Storm would buy it.

The conversation continued over the channel.

*What do you want, Hawk?*

*Just buggin' you to pass time, what can a man do while flying over that darn desert?*

*Must I remind you, this is NOT a channel to chat on? For a guy in charge of security...*

*Can it, TinHead. You want my ETA?*

*Sure, go ahead.*

*Ok. So you calculate if for me, 'kay? Cuz right now, looks like the puter's just gone crazy on me like a virgin watching the Cheapendales.*

*OK. Hold on. ETA is 40 minutes. You should be just over Colorado. What seems to be the matter with the Quinjet?*

"Quinjet?" Storm turned to look at Jubilee, a frown on her face. "Where you spying on the..."

But the voices cut her.

*I don't have a clue, but we're goin' down, man. Way fast for my hide, if you want my two cents.*

*Hold on, I'm trying to take control from here.*

A few seconds passed while neither Storm nor Jubilee dared to speak.

*Doesn't work. You better send the cavalry, ShellHead. And rent rooms for us at the nearest ER.*

*This is no time for jokes, Hawk. I just lost your echo. What was your last position?*

*Last position? C'mon, man. There's no time for personnal tidbits.*

*Hawk, will you stop wasting our time?*

*Look, we're crashing and I have no frigging clue what was our last position!!! You happy?! Hold on.*

Statics replaced the voice for a minute.

*You copy?*

*Go ahead, Hawk.*

*Ok. Steve's sure we flew over Denver a few minutes ago. So you better send the recovery team this way...* Statics. *... fast now...*

*Hawk? Still with me?*

*... snow.... lucky day....*

And the communication stopped.

"Steve's in trouble! We must do something!" shouted Jubilee, tossing her things on the nearest board. "Let's get everyone!"

"Steve?" Storm wasn't that much intimate to the Avengers to know any of them by their real name.

"Captain America!"

"Jubiltation. Calm down. This is not our place to intervene. You should NOT play with channels, and, most of all, monitor the Avengers' communications. This is against all rules."

"Hey, you heard them, they are crashing!!"

"Yes, indeed they are. And by the time we could be there, help will have reached them long ago. Now, go to bed. You are in enough trouble already. Cyclops will not be happy about you." Now Storm started to be angry.

Spying on other teams' high security channels was something no one did in the heroes' gig. This was simply a No-No.

Jubilee was fuming. But she knew Storm would not alert the X-Men. This wasn't the X-Men's duty. She walked by the computer board, looking at the buttons set on the A-1 Avengers First Security Channel.

"Maybe you're right. I hope they'll be okay." She looked at the can of Jolt dropping its content on the board near the door. "Huh, sorry for the mess..."

"I'll clean it. Now go to bed," replied Storm as she looked for something to use as a towel to clean the board.

Jubilee's hand flew over the computer and pushed a few keys as Storm was distracted at cleaning the mess.

"It's not like the Avengers are our enemies, right? If we needed assistance, I'm sure they'd come for us."

"Jubilee," sighed Storm. "We would help them if they asked for it. But for now, you did enough for one night. I'm sure those onboard the Quinjet made it just fine."

"How can you be so sure of that?" retorted Jubilee, fists on her waist.

Storm pondered for a few seconds between dragging the teenager out of the room or answering her question, which wasn't the easiest of both alternatives.

"So?" insisted Jubilee.

*Indeed. How can you be so sure.... Storm, I presume?* came the voice over the speaker.

*******

Minutes later, in the X-Men's communication control room.

"Put me on visual," dryly ordered Scott Summers.

Storm did as asked. The waking up of the team had been a necessity after Jubilee had effectively made her spying known to the Avengers. Right now, Scott, Jean, Storm and Jubilee were in the communication room. Gambit and Rogue had been dispensed from the trouble, being in town. Professor Xavier was in Washington, D.C., for a conference. Wolverine was no where to be found at the moment.

Cyclops, the leader of the X-Men, wasn't happy at all to have been awaken to... apologize to the Avengers. What the teenager had done was a high breach in security. The Avengers were not to be taken lightly. There had been squirmishes between the X-Men and the so-called Mighty Avengers and no one looked for a new one. Fighting the anti-mutant groups was already enough for the X-Men.

The screen flickered and a man in red and golden armor appeared on it.

"In the name of all X-Men, I apologize for the... incident, Iron Man," started Cyclops. "I assure you, in my personal name and all the X-Men's, that this will never occur again."

Jubilee whispered. "The crash?"

Scott sighed. "And I offer you our assistance, if you happen to need it," he concluded. That was the least he could do, but to offer the X-Men's help, since they knew about the accident. But surely, the Avengers would not need it.

*Being alone in here, I can't but speak for myself. Apologies accepted, Cyclops. But...* Iron Man's voice trailed off.

"But what?" asked Cyclops.

*As for the offer of assistance. As I said, I'm alone in here at the moment. Most of our members are in... er... Away. We could not reach the crash site as fast as you could. Sure, I could see with the FF...*

"The FF?" asked Jubes.

"Fantastic Four," coldly provided Storm. "Now, keep quiet, Jubilee."

"I can send a team in a minute, if you want," replied Scott to the Avenger. Having the Avengers actually *ask* for help was something that made Scott feel a bit happier about the whole thing. From the corner of his visor, he looked at the monitors to make sure this communication was indeed recorded.

*I'm not asking. But since you offered...* came as the answer from Iron Man. Obviously, the Avenger didn't want to ask for help more than Cyclops wanted to apologize to him in the first place.

"Any details on what might have caused the malfunction and the crash?" asked Cyclops. ~Besides having Hawkeye as pilot?~ mentally added Scott.

*For what I've understood, some of your members heard as much as me,* came the sarcastic reply from Iron Man.

Cyclops looked sternly at Jubilee.

"Alright. Send the Quinjet's flight datas and last coordinates here. We're on our way. We'll open a channel directly to the BlackBird," concluded Cyclops.

*I stay here.*

Scott turned to face his team. "Jean, you'll relay from here. Storm, you're with me. And you," Scott turned to Jubilee. "... I should ground you for at least a whole year. But you'll come with us, since Wolverine ain't around."

The team left the communication room and headed for the Blackbird. Just as they were ready to take off, Jean's voice announced them that Wolverine had just shown up and was heading to join them.

A rather dishelved Wolverine indeed made it to the Blackbird in time. He sat down and just had time to buckle before Scott flew the jet over the mansion.

"Had fun at Harry's?" whispered Jubilee.

"Naw. Just the usual..." answered Wolverine.

"Huh-huh. Sure. Whatever. Just hope the chick wasn't half cheap as the perfume she wore. Gees Louise, next time take a shower or something," grinned Jubes.

Logan ignored that remark and went on with the matter at hand. "So, kid, in what kind o' trouble have ye put yerself into?" asked Wolverine.

"Our dear Jubilee spied on the Avengers' channels. Nothing less. And now, we have to go help them," answered Scott before Jubilee could open her mouth.

"What's the plan?" wondered Wolverine.

"Plan? Simple. We go there, we see what we can do, help them if needed, get them back and GET BACK TO BED!" spat Scott.

"Ok. But leave me out of the bed part, Slim. You ain't my type," replied Logan, enjoying himself now. Scott was pissed off, so everything was cool.

"You'd have to get that cheap perfume, Scott," laughed Jubilee.

"Very funny. But remember, don't screw that one... er, no pun intended. I wouldn't like the Avengers making comments to everyone about our ways," finished Scott.

"Wow, THAT's the tricky part," whispered Jubilee. Which deserved her glares from everyone.

Thus the X-Men flew to the snowy mountains of Colorado, late at night, to help the... Avengers!