An Avengers Halloween
To Sparky Genocide: Hey Sparky! I love your ideas, man! I especially like the Police Academy-esque pranks on Gyrich. I'll see what I can do for those pranks.
To Red Witch: Yeah, it should be interesting. Who would gather together Tusk, the Crimson Dynamo, Sabertooth, Titania, Redfoot, Batroc the Leaper, the Wrecker, and the Whirlwind? And why? You'll find out.
Disclaimer: "I am Batman." - Michael Keaton as Bruce Wayne/Batman, Batman
Chapter 4: Another Problem!
A teen club in New York
"We're here!" Jennifer Walters proclaimed. Her pink 1959 Dodge convertible stopped in front of the club. The sudden stop caused a screaming Gyrich, who was being dragged behind the car, to fly into the back of a garbage truck.
"YOU KIDS ARE GOING TO GET IT WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE!!!!! YOU HEAR ME?!?!" Gyrich screamed as the truck drove away.
"Well, that garbage was dealt with." Kid Razor smirked. He leapt out of the car. Jenny, Thor, Jubilee and Spencer came out of the car. As well as a Caucasian teen girl with long black hair in a Sailor Moon costume, and a necklace with a silver cat's-head amulet. This was Tigra in her normal human form, but she rarely reverted to this form. She preferred being a catgirl.
"Well Greer, that's the first time I ever met you in your human form." Spencer blinked.
"I like being a catgirl more. I'm an anime freak, so I felt more comfortable as a catgirl than as a normal girl." Greer grinned, showing her teeth lacked the fangs that were visible in her Tigra form.
"Oh…my…God…" Jenny's jaw dropped. "Look at all the hotties!" She was eyeing the guys.
"I got mine right here!" Jubilee grinned, grabbing Razor.
"Get the $&# off!" Razor snapped.
"Hoo boy…" Spencer bowed his head and started to head for the wall.
"Relax, Spencer." Clint chuckled, putting his arm on Spencer's shoulder.
"I'm shy. I can't help it." Spencer sighed. Clint smirked.
"Check out those ladies! Come on Iron Speedster, we're going, as the Brits call it, bird-hunting!" Clint dragged Spencer off.
"Help me."
"C'mon, Greer! Let's get us some guys to dance with!" Jenny and Greer ran off.
"I…am confused." Thor said to Razor. Razor rolled his eyes.
"Here! Figure out what to do with her!" Razor put Jubilee in Thor's arms and walked off.
"Where are you going, Razor?!" Jubilee wondered.
"To have some fun." Razor grinned maliciously, pointing at a reporter. "That guy reviews the nightspots for the Daily Bugle. Tonight, he's playing messenger boy." Razor walked over to him. "Hey jerkoff!"
"Huh?" The reporter asked.
"Give this message to your boss!" Razor then punched him in the mouth, knocking him into a wall. "You tell Jameson that if he ever writes trash about the Kid of Rock ever again, he's going to get a fringe boot where the sun don't shine!"
That stingy windbag Jameson don't pay me enough to deal with this! First Spider-Man pulls down my pants in an art gallery, then the Thing makes me go to his office and ask him out! The reporter grumbled. Well, at least Spidey apologized. The Avengers were having a great time. Thor was trying to dance with help from Greer, Jenny was taking with some guys, Clint was getting slapped by girls, while Spencer had gotten a couple numbers. Razor was trying to flirt and avoid Jubilee at the same time.
The dark, unknown location
"Whoever is pulling this is going to get it!" Titania snarled, punching her fist into a palm. The gathered villains watched what appeared to be an image of the teenage Avengers at a club. "Look at that She-Hulk! She thinks she's hot stuff!"
"Well, according to those men, she is. Jealous, Little Miss Amazon?" Redfoot joked. The super-strong young woman glared at the red-armored speedster.
"Shove it, armor boy! I'd rip that fancy tin suit off your back, but I heard you'd die without it!" Titania snapped.
"He can live, he just can't use his legs." Tusk corrected. "He can survive without that suit. He prefers to be in it because the armor lets him walk again."
"Not just walk, Tusk. Run." Redfoot grumbled. "I was a champion track runner. Running was my passion, my life! My main competition was Spencer Burton."
"Sonic Blue." Wrecker said.
"Yeah, him." Redfoot growled. "He and I were fierce competitors. I always managed to beat him, albeit barely. I knew he was jealous of me."
"He's nuts." Tusk muttered under his breath. I was there when it happened. I was busy taking on Kid Razor, and that speedy punk Sonic Blue was brawling with some ice-packing clown called Coldheart. That idiot Redfoot was stupid enough to get too close to the battle, and Sonic Blue accidentally hit him with a sonic blast, causing him to hit a car. From what I heard, it paralyzed him, and he went cuckoo. He believes Spencer did it on purpose out of envy. The kid's psycho. Tusk rolled his eyes and tuned out Redfoot's yapping.
"Get funky! Get funky!" Whirlwind was watching the scene, and now it seemed that he was dancing. If one could call it that. It was very…weird.
"Monsieur, your dancing is terrible!" Batroc sniffed.
"What do you know about dancing, Frenchie?!" Whirlwind snapped.
"Zis, mon ami!" Batroc then did a pirouette.
"No surprise. Frenchies can't dance." Whirlwind snorted.
"We can too dance!" Batroc snapped.
"I can dance better than that clown, Batroc, and I have two left feet!" Titania laughed.
"You see?" Batroc smirked.
"She's a witch and you're a coward! This is a French soldier!" Whirlwind sat on the floor and went into the fetal position. "Oh please Monsieur! We surrender! Do not hurt us!" Whirlwind mock whimpered in a bad French accent. Batroc saw red.
"YOU FILTHY SWINE!!!" A roaring Batroc leapt on Whirlwind and started pounding on the green-armored villain.
"Why do I get stuck with nutballs like this?" Crimson Dynamo asked Sabertooth. The feral mutant shrugged.
"Lucky, I guess." Sabertooth answered.
"If you are all quite finished, I have something to say to all of you." A figure walked out of the shadows. Tusk's eyes widened in recognition and Redfoot gulped.
"Oh God." Redfoot gulped.
"Oh, man…" Tusk groaned.
"How would you like to end the lives of Earth's Mightiest Heroes on this night?" Selene offered, her red lips twisting into a smirk.