Dragon was perched on a gargoyle, eyes scanning over the city beneath her. Spiderman landed beside her.
"What'cha doin, D?" Spiderman asked, trying to find where Dragon was staring.
"I am the night" Dragon muttered
"Oh great" Spiderman muttered "We're doing this again" Suddenly, an alarm was heard not too far off. Dragon flew down, Spiderman swinging up behind her. Dragon appeared at the doors of the jewellery store.
"I AM FIRE. I AM...DEATH!" Dragon yelled as she landed. Spiderman sighed as the robbers stared at his partner.
"No. You're not" Spiderman muttered
"Well I'm not now" Dragon threw her head back dramatically. One of the robbers moved to punch her, but Dragon easily caught his hand.
"YOU DARE RAISE YOUR HAND TO ME?!" Dragon demanded "I am a Khaleesi of Dothraki! I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside of me! The next time you raise a hand to me...will be the last time you have hands" The robber's fell to their knees.
"We surrender" one whimpered "Please don't kill us" Spiderman sighed as Dragon walked off.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about her" Spiderman said, rubbing his temples "Perhaps try another day and it'll just be me and you won't fear for your lives"
"Really?" one robber asked hopefully
"No" Spiderman webbed the robbers up before dragging Dragon out by her cloak.
"The amount of shit that I put up with is extraordinary"
Angie flipped through the newest edition of Vanity Fair magazine. Apparently, they wanted her to go in with her dads for a front cover photo shoot followed by an interview this weekend. She sighed and sipped her coffee. She was supposed to hang with Peter and Gwen this weekend. Angie heard the bell ring, announcing the arrival of new occupants of the little cafe. Angie watched as two people walked into the shop. Both were quite tall, and one had long hair. She guessed the long haired, taller one was Canadian, because she heard the shorter one muttered something about using his "moose sense of smell". They both ended up walking over to her.
"Hey, kid-" the shorter one started
"No, I don't want to buy any drugs and no I won't go with you" Angie yawned. The taller one snorted laughter.
"We were wondering if you'd seen a guy; short, trench coat, rough voice" the shorter one continued
"What, is he your gay thing or something?" Angie grinned. Angie turned the page in her magazine and when she glanced back up, the man the men had described was standing behind them.
"If I were you, I would try by retracing your steps" Angie said. The men turned and jumped when they saw the other men there.
"Thanks kid" the guy nodded "Stay off the streets"
"Take your own advice" Angie muttered as they walked out. The one that sounded like Batman on a bad day was glaring at the trench-coat wearing one as they got into an older car; a Chevrolet, by the looks of the insignia on the back. Peter walked in and glanced back at the trio of men.
"What did the Titans want?" Peter asked "And since when do they wear clothes?"
"They were looking for their snack" Angie dismissed "You're late"
"A queen is never late" Peter mock-flipped his hair "Her guests are simply early"
Angie stood with her dads, waiting for the people from Vanity Fair to arrive. The second the photographer got out of the car, Tony was walking over.
"Hello, Tony Stark" he smiled "Genius, billionaire, playboy philanthropist"
"Donna Lawrence" the woman smiled.
"Dad" Angie called. Before he could move, a few more women, and men, all exited cars.
"Hi, Tony Stark" Tony grinned
"No" Steve said
"Can't I just say hi?" Tony protested
"No" Angie said "Just straighten your tie and look suave"
Dragon was hanging upside down from chains, a fire-proof gag in her mouth. Spiderman was hanging beside her, in the same situation, but with no gag.
"I hate you" he muttered "So much" Dragon shrugged. A figure removed itself from the shadows. Dragon was willing to bet, going by the parka and dark attire, that this figure was the figurehead of the whole operation that Dragon and Spiderman had been investigating before they had been caught.
"Why is it, whenever something happens, it's always you two?" The person sighed, removing their hood. It was the Black Widow, looking extremely exasperated.
"I've been asking myself that since we met, ma'am" Spiderman muttered. Dragon glared daggers at her partner. Widow released the pair and Dragon pulled her gag off.
"Shut up" Dragon said as she walked out.
"I didn't say anything" Spiderman protested. Once out of the building, Dragon pulled out a small, folded piece of paper.
"What's that?" Spiderman asked
"Take a look" Dragon showed Spiderman the paper.
"It's a building" Spiderman said
"Much more better" Dragon grinned "It's a drawing of a building"
"And will the drawing of the building help us?" Spiderman asked sceptically
"If you don't want it, I'll give it back" Dragon turned towards the warehouse.
"No!" Spiderman said quickly
"Then it helps" Dragon grinned "C'mon. We need to move fast; it won't take Widow much longer to incapacitate the idiots who grabbed us"
"Where are we going?"
"To a building"
"What building?"
"I already told you" Spiderman watched as Dragon flew off. He questioned their friendship sometimes, he really did.
A/N It's time to play Name the Fandoms! Yeah. This is just a filler chapter I did for fun. I hope someone appreciates the thought and cleverness that I put into this chapter, because it took a good deal of time trying to fit as many well-known fandoms in there as I could think of. Hope you enjoy! The next chapter should be a bit more serious. And by that I mean it won't be a crack-full. I hope you all have a lovely day or night :)