Emerging Crisis

Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel or Hasbro. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis. All other OCs belong to their respective creators.

Chapter 9: West Coast Avengers…ASSEMBLE!!

Black Widow was leading the new Avengers to a special house in San Diego. The former Russian spy said,

"Colonel Fury has established our base of operations and should include all the usual refinements."
Persiana, dressed in a slick red halter and long tights, grinned,

"Cool! Warm sun and hot temperature. Just what a cat needs!"
Around her neck was a small choker on a leather strap. It was her image inducer. Fury was a bit surprised that the feline wanted this particular inducer, but he was not complaining, considering She-Hulk and Tigra went around without image inducers, it was a welcome change.

Crisis, dressed in a long red trench coat, white jeans, and a white shirt with an emblem of a red dragon crest on it, smirked,

"I like the look."
Carol blinked,

"You and Farrah look like you had the same fashion designer."

Leon shrugged,

"The red matches my eyes, and white, well…"

Farrah turned around,

"He is my white knight, and I like it."

She kissed Leon on the cheek and happily curled her arms around him. The Blonde Air Force brat rolled her eyes and continued onward.

As they arrived, the new team was surprised at the house. The exterior looked to be a typical beach house, but, knowing Fury and SHIELD, it was anything but. The house had an expansive yard and a small forest. There were stairs that weaved along the cliff side down to the beach. One could not tell from afar that this was the headquarters of the West Coast Avengers.

Fury came out of the house to greet them,

"Well, what do you think so far?"

Persiana inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh air,

"I like it, and I haven't even seen the inside."

The head of SHIELD smirked,

"Well, the layout is almost the same as the Avengers Mansion in New York. You each have your own room and there's a Playroom for your training in the basement. The Quinjet hanger and more secure areas are also in the basement. Now, if you want, I can show you in-."
At this, there was a stampede of all the West Coast Avengers, minus the adults, Crisis and Black Panther, as they ran inside to see the place. Many of them walked all over Nick Fury, leaving various shoe and foot impressions. He had little yellow birds run around his head as he said dazily,

"But, Mommy. I don't want to go to school today."

Wonder Man helped the head spy up,

"Nick, are you all right?"

Pulsar groaned,

"I'm going to supply the liquor cabinets. Preferably with something strong."
War Machine nodded,

"I think I'll come too."

Black Panther looked to the red-eyed hero,

"Crisis, I would like once again to thank you for saving my life."

The Wakandan ruler had brought along a steel suitcase with him. He opened it and ceremoniously presented a three foot long sword,

"As a token of my thanks, accept this."

Leon took the sword and held it in his hands. It was heavy, but, with his super strength, it felt like hardly any weight was present. T'challa explained,

"The sword is made of vibranium, mined from our mountain. I had it made especially for you, Leon."

The powerhouse hero was stunned,

"T'challa, I'm honored."

He held it in one hand and smirked,

"I like it. It actually suits me."

Leon then extended his hand,

"Thank you."

The two heroes shook hands.

Suddenly, there was a shout from inside the house,

"BARBIE, DIE!"

A cat-fight had broken out between Farrah and Carol…again. Leon sighed,

"I guess I'll have to break them up again."

The two teens walked inside, hoping to calm things down before their new home had holes in it.

Meanwhile…

Eve Willows and the Stepford Cuckoos were holed up in an abandoned garage. Beneath it, though, there was a secret emergency lab Farrah's mother had set up, in case things with Hydra did not work out so well. She knew Emma Frost would be attempting to contact her, but, for now, had other things on her mind. She looked at the psychic quintuplets,

"Anything yet?"

One of them said,

"Not yet; the signatures are somewhat distorted."

Eve slammed her fist on a table,

"I did not build Cerebra to fail! You're not trying hard enough!"

She calmed down and said,

"Find out all you can. We need to know if that signature is real."

The Stepford Cuckoos gathered around Cerebra again and tried to channel their combined mental might.

Eve darkly thought to herself,

This is not over, Leon. You will pay for what you have done. You, and my daughter, will both pay.

Next Chapter:

In a sort of epilogue, Crisis pays a visit to the Hellion House. Insanity ensues!