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 9: Tale of Two Battles!
At the Xavier Institute…
Ororo Munroe, the white-haired mutant Storm, was busy tending to her garden in the greenhouse. With the ability to control the weather, it was extremely easy to tend to it. In fact, Storm only had to worry about pests getting at her plants.
A voice called out,
"Hey, Stormy!"
And not all of them had six legs. Some of them had two legs. And they were named Shipwreck.
Storm turned around and Shipwreck continued,
"I had to travel through a hurricane to get these flowers! It was worth it!"
The flowers were in a sad state; many of them wilted or were sickly looking. The Joe sailor held them out and puckered his lips,
"Well, aren't you going to let me have a kiss?"
Storm smirked evilly and dropped a hail storm on top of the sailor. One of the hailstones knocked him out cold…
In Atlantis…
Loki lashed out with a magical bolt,
"I will not let you leave here alive!"
The bolt knocked Wonder Man down off of his feet. Quicksilver sped up to the mischievous god and smirked,
"How about a godly wedgie?"
As he went to deliver said attack, however, Pietro grabbed a frightful creature and it began trying to maul him. The speedster yelled,
"Help! Get it off of me! Get it off!"
Beachhead yelled,
"Yo Joe!"
He punched Loki in the mouth and delivered a kick to his gut. Loki stumbled back, and he fell over Quicksilver as he was brawling with the monstrous creature. Vision then restrained Loki and said,
"Dispense with the illusion, Loki."
Loki stuck his tongue out, whining,
"No! You can't make me!"
Wonder Man got up at that moment, shaking his head,
"That hurt."
Beachhead smirked,
"I got an idea on what to do with him. I can't do this to the Misfits, but it'll sure feel good to do it to him!"
Loki swallowed nervously and stammered,
"What are you going to do to me?"
Beachhead smirked evilly underneath his mask and a maniacal laughter soon filled Atlatnis…
Meanwhile…
Namor slammed his fist into Hercules,
"You dare take my bride from me! You shall know the true wrath of the prince of Atlantis!"
Crisis grabbed the teen prince from behind, but Namor hit him with the back of his head and delivered a series of quick punches,
"You shall not impede me, surface dweller!"
Persiana hissed and pounced on the Sub-mariner,
"Leave my boyfriend alone!"
She scratched her claws into Namor's skin. Namor growled in pain and grabbed the furry feline by the neck, choking her,
"And what makes you think your tricks can hurt me?"
Just then, the super-strong Atlantian felt a tap on the shoulder. Miss Marvel had a glowing fist and smirked,
"This is for the lame flowers, jerk!"
She delivered a punch that knocked Persiana loose and Namor was sent flying through the compound. Farrah looked up,
"I suppose you want a thank you for that."
Carol sneered,
"I wasn't doing it for you, hairball. I was doing it because I hate the way he came on to me."
Hercules held his head,
"What happened?"
Namor came crashing back down as War Machine and Pulsar both delivered powerful attacks on the prince of Atlantis. He was soundly defeated…
Later…
Loki was bitter as he was hog-tied and had little flowers decorated all over his face. Wonder Man and Vision explained to the others that Loki was behind all of this and the Sub-mariner was irate. He disliked being used as a pawn in a trick, and would gladly bring Loki back for a sound beating.
However, Crystal was not interested in the explanation; she was interested in Pietro,
"Oh, my poor baby! Did Namor hurt you? Did he?"
She was coddling him like a little baby, the mutant speedster's head on top of Crystal's breasts. The blonde princess kept cradling him, smothering him with affection. Beachhead looked at the scene,
"I don't think we'll be separating them for sometime."
Falcon smirked,
"Yeah, it's really scary when Pietro is taken away from her. I can't think of anything scarier."
He walked inside, but came out, seconds later, screaming,
"AAAAHHHH! GHOST! THAT GHOST IS BACK!"
Leon blinked,
"Wait, what ghost?"
Out stepped a young teen dressed in all white, with a white crescent moon on his chest. He is Marc Spector, the Moon Knight. Monica said,
"I see Leon's field replacement is here."
The avian teen panicked,
"That's who's replacing Leon in the field? A ghost?"
Persiana grinned,
"Hey, Moonie! Nice one."
Moon Knight glared in her direction,
"Don't call me Moonie."
Leon extended his hand,
"Well, I'm glad you're going to be on the team."
Vision said,
"I believe it to be wise that we should turn Loki over to SHIELD."
However, as they all turned to find Loki, they noticed the deity of trickery was nowhere to be found.
On a ledge in the distance, however, he stood, waiting, plotting…
End of Royal Pain