Royal Pain
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel or Sunbow Entertainment. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis. Red Witch owns the Misfits.
Chapter 3: Surfacing
Althea Delgado, the leader of the East Coast Misfits Wavedancer, shook her head as she walked along the halls of Misfit Manor. The hydrokinetic mutant grumbled to herself,
"My idiot father is missing again. Where could he have gone? Wait, should I know? Or, am I better off not knowing?"
Not too far away, Shipwreck, clearly drunk out of his mind, had wandered into the laundry room, which he thought was the supply closet. He stupidly said,
"Now, where did I leave my raft?"
He opened the washer and peeked inside. Just as he did, the door opened behind him and he fell inside the washer. Fred Dukes, the massive mutant Blob, was stuck doing the Misfits' laundry today. He tumbled in the pile of dirty clothes, seemingly oblivious to the sounds of Shipwreck being buried underneath the basket of sweaty clothes. Blob then read the instructions that were given to him,
"OK, I filled the washer, now I have to add the detergent and turn it on."
He looked at the bottle of laundry detergent, a thick, blue liquid. He poured the entire contents into the washer and, carefully turning the knob, started the laundry, and left.
Meanwhile…
Crystal, the inhuman elementalle princess, screamed,
"JOHNNY STORM, LEAVE ME ALONE!"
She was angrily ripping up another love letter and stormed into the room Farrah and Leon were in, making out. The princess was angry,
"When does he take a hint to leave me alone?! Quicksilver is the only man for me!"
She then noticed her two teammates on the couch, kissing, and she pouted,
"Why can't my Pietro and I do that whenever I see him? All he does is run away and I have to chase him down!"
She stomped out of the room. Leon pulled away from Farrah and asked,
"Did you hear something?"
The were-lioness shook her head,
"Nope. Now, let's get back to this."
And the kissing continued…
Meanwhile…
Carol Danvers, the Air Force brat Miss Marvel, was walking along the beach front of the compound. She picked up a rock and the powerhouse threw it a considerable distance into the water. The blonde sighed,
"Leon is never going to want to have a relationship with me. And, it's all because of that stupid hairball."
She clenched her fist, snarling,
"She's a walking pity party, and Leon is so blind to see that. What is it going to take for him to leave her and kiss me the way he kisses her?"
It was around this time that Namor had surfaced out over the water and looked around,
"The compound is this way. I will now attempt-."
Just then, the rock that Miss Marvel threw landed on his head. Though the rock bounced off harmlessly, the prince of Atlantis was mad,
"Who dares such madness against me?"
He noticed a figure off on the beach and, he flew with all due haste.
It was not long before Carol took notice to something coming at her. She braced for a fight and saw the winged-foot Namor land, holding what appeared to be numerous sea flowers. The prince of Atlantis asked,
"Was it you that threw that rock at me, surface dweller?"
Carol shook her head,
"I didn't mean to throw it at you."
Her expression darkened,
"And you're Namor, the prince of Atlantis. I heard about you."
Namor studied the teen girl for a moment. He did not know why, but there was something about Carol that was capturing his attention. She was gorgeous; a strong woman, curvy and capable of fighting with the best. The prince dropped his flowers and thought to himself,
Why have Crystal, when I have heard so much about Miss Marvel? She is as strong as I am. Think of our children.
Carol blinked,
"Uh, are you all right?"
Namor then bowed and said,
"Forgive me, Miss Marvel. Yes, I am Prince Namor, the Sub-mariner, and I have heard much of you, a heroine from the surface world."
Carol blushed slightly at that, which only seemed to make her more attractive, or so Namor thought. The Sub-mariner approached Carol and said,
"You are a very attractive young woman, Miss Marvel."
The blonde's blush reddened as Namor continued,
"And you would make a fine wife for our children."
Next Chapter:
Shipwreck continues to search for the 'flower' that grows in a hurricane, and Miss Marvel responds to Namor's offer. Stay tuned, fellow readers!