Black and White
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to DC or Marvel. I own Farrah/Persiana.
Chapter 17: Darkness Grows
Farrah was brought to Avengers' Tower, courtesy of Norman Osborn. After getting fed, cleaned up, and finding a spare costume, she and the former Green Goblin were having a long conversation.
Norman explained,
"You see, after everything that happened, with the White Martians and Black Lanterns invading, people got worried SHIELD hadn't been doing their job, so they disbanded it, in favor of my solution. HAMMER."
Farrah, perched on desk, shook her head,
"So, it doesn't mean you're any better than Tony."
Osborn sipped some teat before nodding,
"True, I admit, I have acted like nothing a true hero should be acting-."
The lioness rolled her eyes,
"That's an understatement."
The former Green Goblin shot her a look before continuing,
"As you can imagine, with the invasion and the disbandment of SHIELD, everyone blamed Tony Stark for the incompetence and began a world wide manhunt. Now, I stumbled upon some old files Fury had on this organization called the Illuminati and, I must say, it is shocking to see that such an organization was able to exist for as long as it did."
He then smiled,
"You know, after all this, I managed to get you a presidential pardon signed. I feel as though I deserve something."
His smile became lecherous,
"Tell me, are you still into girls, or have you gone back to men?"
Persiana angrily grabbed Osborn and snarled in his face,
"Let's get one thing perfectly clear; I don't like you. I don't trust you. And I don't respect you at all. I will never, ever work for a mad man like you. I'd rather be dead."
She threw Norman back into the chair and hissed.
Osborn adjusted himself in the chair and sat up,
"You're still pretty rough. I like that."
He shrugged,
"So, our first meeting isn't off to the brightest of starts, but that's to be expected. Now, to why I actually want you here…"
He reached into his pocket for something, but Farrah quickly tensed, getting on all fours and ready to pounce. Norman shook his head,
"Calm down, kitty. It isn't a weapon."
He pulled out another piece of paper. This time, he handed it to Farrah,
"You should read this."
The lioness snatched it quickly and read it, her large green eyes darting quickly.
Norman explained,
"While you may be the illegitimate child of Tony Stark, you are still the heiress to the Stark Empire. The board believes that, because of you loathing your father, you can help change the public image. By putting Stark Industries in line with HAMMER, it can show that people can believe in their heroes again. You can be a hero again, Persiana. It's what you always wanted to be."
Farrah clenched the paper in anger. She shook her head,
"He tried to pull this stunt when he told me I was his daughter. What the hell is the difference between then and now?"
Norman smiled,
"The difference is…Tony Stark is at your mercy."
This gave the lioness a sudden reality check. Throughout her super-hero career, she never knew her real father, and, after finding out what he had done to start Civil War, Farrah thought she would never get an opportunity to get even with her father. Now, Tony was locked up, gone. She had won.
A sinister smile suddenly grew across her face and Farrah purred,
"You know, despite you being a murderous psychopath…you're right. My father is at my mercy…and I like that."
She got back on the desk on all fours,
"Something tells me there's more."
Norman smiled,
"Of course. How would you have your own team of Avengers as well?"
At this, the lioness was shocked,
"You mean that?"
Norman nodded,
"Of course. However, you will be my second in command, as I will be leading this team, but, essentially…they are yours. I had them recruited as part of my takeover of SHIELD and changing it to HAMMER."
Persiana drooled,
"Tell me more about them."
The former Green Goblin smiled,
"How about I show you?"
As the two walked down, Norman smiled to himself. Through his skillful manipulation, he had exposed Farrah to a darker side of herself; a side normally she would try and stay away from. However, with her hatred for Tony Stark at a near fever pitch, and the prospect of running his company while in luxury, Farrah was slowly being corrupted.
As for the lioness herself, she was relishing this moment, a moment she had waited for a long time. She was finally going to show the world that she was nothing like Tony Stark.
She was better.
Norman and Farrah both walked in, and, immediately, Farrah's heart stopped; not in joy, but in shock.
A man with a bullseye tattoo on his forehead was wearing the purple Hawkeye costume, minus the mask. It was Bullseye.
Second was a blonde woman wearing one of Miss Marvel's old uniforms. It was a two piece that covered the shoulders and had a yellow eight point star on it. It was really Karla Sofen, Moonstone.
Third was a man in a black costume, and he looked similar to Spiderman, complete with mouth-less mask. His name is Mac Gargan, Venom.
Fourth was a silver haired young man wearing a sort of military outfit, but unlike any that was seen on any Earth military force. His name is Captain Marvel.
Fifth was a man with a Mohawk, and was wearing one of Wolverine's old costumes. Farrah never recognized him, nor his scent.
Norman smirked,
"Farrah, meet the team."
The lioness spun around, shouting,
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!!! MOST OF THESE PEOPLE HERE ARE CRIMINALS!!!"
Bullseye called out,
"Hey, some of us are just misunderstood."
He then licked his lips,
"Heard you were into girls. You gonna make out with Karla over here?"
Moonstone blasted him with an energy pulse, sending him into a wall. The marksman moaned,
"Ow."
The Mohawk grunted,
"Loser."
Farrah narrowed her eyes,
"You I don't know. Who are you?"
The Mohawk answered,
"I'm Daken. I'm Wolverine's son."
The lioness was floored,
"You serious? Wolverine's a dad?"
She began laughing on the floor,
"Oh, man. I don't even want to know how drunk the chick was that slept with Logan!"
Daken snarled,
"Shut up! My mother wasn't a drunken slut!!"
Farrah composed her self,
"Sorry, I just really hate my parents."
Daken scoffed,
"You're telling me? My old man is getting to old for this."
The furry acrobat strutted up to him,
"Want hot angry sex right now?"
Moonstone groaned,
"Totally without shame."
Bullseye and Venom both grinned lecherously, like watching a hot, adult film.
Farrah looked up, snarling,
"Get out! I want my alone time with him!"
Norman smiled,
"Well, we had better do what the lady said. Tomorrow, you get your introduction as heroes!! Get a good night sleep. You'll need it!"
Next Chapter:
As the new Avengers are introduced, darkness slowly seeps into the Marvel Persiana-verse. What is it? Find out next time, in the exciting conclusion.