CyberTech Worlds Clash

Chapter XXIX

Triple Date

Fussure was wowed as she rode in the limo with her date, Harry. She couldn't believe she had gotten a date after having been ditched. He was sweet and cute, which was two things she could want in a guy.

He smiled as he helped her out of the limo at the party house. There were high school kids all over the place, some of which were now staring at her in shock and in the case of the girls, jealousy. Harry looked quite pleased as he held her hand and walked her inside.

The place was already a mess and she could see plenty of underage drinking going on too. "Wow… this is… well… umm… I would hate this to be my house," Harry commented sheepishly.

Fussure smiled as she nodded. "Yeah, this thing really isn't my scene either. Sure, I like to make a mess and sometimes get up to no good, but this is ridiculous. I've never been to one of these parties before, so this is the first time I've…"

"What are you doing here weirdo?" demanded a blonde-haired bimbo suddenly on the arm of some blonde guy. "I would have thought you would get the message that inviting you was a joke; Flash is my man!" she said laughing with the guy and their friends.

Harry startled them as he laughed and leaned over sprinkling several ten-dollar bills over the blondes' head, letting them fall down her and to the floor.

"Sorry, I thought she was the stripper!" he said in mock apology. "After all, dressed like a trap what else was I to think, unless she's a bargain basement whore in which case I don't want to know?"

"How dare you! Who do you think you are?" this Flash guy spoke with a growl. "That's my girl you're talking too."

Harry just chuckled while shaking his head unconcerned. "I just heard from my lovely Miss. Fussure that your daddy's paying you into a top university," he commented whimsically. "If you want to keep that bought position and play college football, I suggest you be a good little boy."

He snorted sneering. "Yeah, like you could stop me," he chuckled as he near admitted he didn't get into college on his own merit when he froze as a woman with fiery crimson hair with a tight little dress snuck up on him from behind, her mouth millimetres from his ear.

"How stupid can you be little boy," she spoke quietly and sensually with a Russian accent, making sure his friends could hear. "That man could leave you and your family sleeping in the gutter!" she finished smiling as she walked around them.

Harry laughed holding back his smirk as the woman set eyes to glare at him. "Hello Natasha," he said, amused and even more so as she paused at the glare Fussure sent her. She must know what the nineteen, near twenty-year olds power was. He was curious himself, but he didn't want to pry just yet. They had only just met. "It's been awhile since I posted you back to Fury!"

"That was not amusing, Harry," she retorted her light green eyes glaring harder. "However, Fury wishes to speak with you in person, but every time he tries contacting you your… computer gives him the run around, so I was sent to ask if you could contact him. I believe you know what it's about."

"Umm… sure I guess if it's that important," he replied shrugging before he turned to his confused date. "How about we get out of here? I'll take you someplace… private where we can enjoy some… alone time and a good meal without the potential of getting arrested for underage drinking. I think Natasha and I are the only people here old enough to drink," he chuckled as they heard sirens and made for the door.

Fussure was a little frightened about getting arrested when to her surprise the police just moved passed them as they got into the limo and they allowed the driver to pull away.

"S-shouldn't you have helped your friend escape too?" she asked him as she eyed the Focus on his ear suspiciously as they drove away.

Harry chuckled while shaking his head. "Natasha Romanoff is an Agent of Shield, so I don't think she'll have a problem whether she stays or not."

"S-Shield?" she stuttered out in shock. "W-who are you anyway?"

"Harry Avalon… you know the CyberTech Harry Avalon," he answered smirking as her eyes almost popped out of her head. "I know I'm awesome, but there is no need to be so speechless."

"Whoa!" she whispered out in shock. "We're on a date with a super genius superhero!" she said. She had been speaking oddly like that a lot but he put it off as an oddity of hers. "We… I mean I'm useless at anything science(y)… and you're…"

"Just a regular guy," he interrupted with a grin. "Okay, so I'm a little more awesome than most," he said with a smirk that made her both melt and giggle.

"And… you're like a real… real Superhero," she said with a grin. "You're like Iron Man… only you're so much cooler. Is it true you and those other Knights are new Avengers?"

"Maybe," he neither agreed or disagreed, smiling as the limo came to a stop. It had gotten darker outside now and he slid out into the noisy street helping her out after before the limo drove off.

Fussure was surprised they were outside a night club where a huge line formed up from the door. Three huge bouncers were guarding the door in and she could hear the music booming. She also saw these two guys with four really slutty looking women wearing so much makeup that if it rained, they would chock on it bothering the bouncers.

They seemed to be arguing with the bouncers about getting in as Harry and his date approached. "Do you know who my father is?" one of the men was demanding.

"Don't know and don't care!" the large black bouncer said shrugging. "To the back of the queue, and even then… I might not let you in," he said smugly, though he said might it was obvious he meant wont.

"I am a close personal friend of… err, Tony Stark, so step aside!" the other one tried to blag in angrily.

"No you're not! None of Stark's friends would have to tell us shit!" the white skin headed bouncer said looking amused. "There are customers that want in you know! So clear off."

"And we want in now!" the other guy hissed out. "You'll be sorry if…"

"Get lost, idiot," Harry suddenly interrupted. "And get out of the way, you're blocking the doors!"

"Right this way, sir, ma'am," the skin head bouncer said as it was apart of his job to know who was really who, and who could skip the line. He forcefully pushed the idiots out of the way, and Fussure was awed the bouncers smiled and gestured them in like royalty.

"Oh, one thing," Harry said smugly as he turned back to the troublemakers, his hand on the small of his dates back. "I wouldn't continue with that crap if I were you, after all…" he leant over to whisper. "These bouncers are bigger than you, and they look like you're pushing their patience. Now I don't care if they kick your arses, but you'll end up ruining someone else's night."

Harry then turned and smiled at Fussure before leading her into the club just as they heard. "But you let him straight through!" one of the men complained before the door closed.

Inside was quite the sight with bars, dancing, and platforms where scantily clad young women were dancing with each other, and tables, chairs and booths littered all over while music played loudly, but not ridiculously so as this club was also a restaurant and Harry heard they served some exquisite 'street' food.

Harry had just bought them some drinks when some tall muscular guy accosted them. "Hey there baby, why don't you leave the small fry and come have some fun with me," he said suggestively to Fussure, which caused her to cringe.

"Hey, don't touch her," Harry said calmly as he spoke before the guy could grab her wrist.

"Says who?" he asked mockingly as he smiled with blue fire in his mouth.

Harry just smiled as his fist smashed into the guy's face breaking his nose and causing him to whale out in pain as he staggered back away from them. Harry also knew the club was a mutant hang. In that moment the music and dancing stopped. The flame guy recovered quickly and went to spit fire when Fussure's fist cracked into his face and he flew across the dance floor, people diving out of the way and he landed in a heap the other side of the club out cold.

"You'll pay for that…" one large guy hissed out with two sets of eyelids blinking while other mean looking mutants glared. He stopped abruptly as a man in a long brown coat smashed a silver bow staff over the back of his head before it retracted in size and he put it away as the man keeled over in a dead faint.

"Are you looking for an ass kicking!" he asked in a weird accent Harry couldn't quite place. "They are with me, and this is my place. If I catch anyone attacking friends of mine again…" he flicked his wrist and produced a glowing purple King of Hearts. He flicked it into the air where it exploded. "Now get back to enjoying yourselves. Fussure, Mr. Avalon, join me at my booth," he said gesturing up the stairs to a balcony running the diameter of the club.

They followed him up where they were introduced to some flunkies, minions, and some of the guy's girls. "Gambit; you own this place?" Fussure was quick to say as they took seats together.

"Sure do," he agreed with a wicked grin. "It's a nice place for some fun when the morons aren't in town. Now I don't mind a good super powered fight, but I don't want the building falling down," he said making her blush as he gave her a look that said he knew she would be responsible.

"I… I restrained from hitting him too hard," she said while he laughed.

"So… super strength, huh?" Harry asked her, curious.

She nodded sheepishly. "Y-yeah, and speed, and I can fly."

"He doesn't know does he?" Gambit asked laughingly as she sheepishly shook her head. "Why don't you show him?"

Her cheeks flamed red. "We're only wearing one dress you perv!"

"We're…?" Harry asked confused and thoughtful. "Y-you're more than one person?"

"W-well yeah," she agreed with a sheepish uncomfortable smile. "Umm… we're… well… we're triplets. We each have one power… Excel, she's blonde and has the super speed, and Starla is a brunette and has the flying and Diamantina is a red head with super strength, but I don't like that name so just call me… I mean her Tina."

"Wow, so I'm out on a date with three girls," he muttered to himself in shock. "Well, that's not that weird. I've done weirder things than dating triplets who can fuse into a fourth girl."

"Like what?" she asked as she ignored Gambit's laughter.

"Umm…" he began in thought. "I've built some giant talking transforming robots and saw them fighting real life mythical giants," he suggested and even Gambit nodded that that was weird. "Umm… I've seen Captain America fighting werewolves."

"S-so you don't… well mind…?" she asked both surprised and hopeful.

He smiled and shook his head. "Of course, not… I know I haven't gotten to know much about you… or the other yous yet, but I like what I see. You're pretty awesome, and with the whole fuse, unfussed and superpower thing you're even more awesome… and I mean all three of you… or is that four… now I'm confusing myself."

"How do you know…?"

Harry laughed interrupting Gambit as he tapped the gantlet on his arm. "It has inhibitors to stop mind reading or general mind fuck," he said with a shrug. "Then this," he tapped his Focus, "has an augmented reality system so I can read things without my armour on. My armour can also pick up passive empathic abilities; I just thought you were an empath but its more. It's a link between the three of you isn't it, which is why you go to school as Fussure, and why you would want to date fused.

"It's because you are all emotionally bound to each other… that must be an odd feeling… well when your powers woke up suddenly being overly close emotionally, feeling the same pain and joy as each other. Though, I suppose it gives the whole twin psychic thing a whole new meaning."

"T-the Professor says it's rather odd even for mutants," she said shifting embarrassedly. "He was kind of against going to school and doing stuff like… well me so much. He says that although our heats are so strongly bound, we are still different people and we think differently, but… it's hard, you know?"

He reached over and took her hands in his with a reassuring smile as he thought of his sister and how much he had grown to care for her. He loved his sister, but he has never had that kind of a bond; to him, that was so strange to think about.

"I can't say I'll ever understand how any of you feel with this, but…" he said with a small grin. "I do know what it's like to be emotionally screwed up, but we all need to let the past get lost in the wake of making our futures – or some corny shit like that," he said giving them all a laugh.

She smiled at him thankful before reaching up and pulling his lips to hers as hers reached his she kissed him. Harry was startled for a moment before placing his fingers in her hair and kissing back. His tongue touched hers and it felt both right and wrong all at once as they pulled apart to here gambit childishly wolf-whistling.

Harry and Fussure were both red cheeked as she spoke out in a soft stutter. "I'm-I'm sorry, I just… I couldn't help myself, you're just… I think we really like you," she said looking away blushing. It obviously didn't help that Gambit was snickering.

Harry smiled as he gently lifted her face to look at him and leant in kissing her ever so soft lips with just a touch before pulling back and smirking.

"I think I really like you too," he replied after a few moments of looking into her soft purple eyes.

"Then how about a bottle of champagne to celebrate…!" Gambit called out laughing. "Fussure finally has a boyfriend, and a handsome non-pervy one to boot!" he chuckled before looking to Harry smirking. "You're not pervy one, are you?" he asked laughingly as a few waitresses brought over several bottles and glasses.

"Umm… not really," he replied nervously as he got a suspicious look. "Well not any more than the average guy," he added to a cheer and laughter, even Fussure giggled while he blushed.

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Hermione sulked as she left Cordelia's office at Hogwarts. "That stupid perv, groping my arse, and she had the gull to put her hand up my skirt while doing it too," she muttered angrily as she stalked the halls, and felt too hot, made worse that Cordelia's friend, Laurel was there, laughing and encouraging her.

"Oh, can I have a feel too?" asked Fayte as she stepped out of the shadows of the hall startling her with a smirk on her lips.

Hermione groaned and followed that with a deep sigh. "Why can't you women just realise I like guys, men… I'm NOT into girls!"

"Oh, but I'm a woman," she replied smilingly before looking down at her body. " Well kind of… and I have been for centuries. But I guess you're not into necrophilia either," she said sadly, but her smile was ever present.

Hermione slumped as she continued walking with Fayte walking beside her. "I should just give up now and settle down for the life as a woman's plaything."

"That's the spirit," Fayte said holding back a laugh. "I'm always up for some roll play if that's what you're into."

Hermione glared at her. "I'm not…" she retorted taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I have to deal with Cordelia's sister at work, and twin nurses, and now Cordelia, and possibly Astoria and her mother, and now you!"

"Hey, I'm just joking around," she replied in defence. "Sure, I would screw you so hard that you would come begging for it every day, but I'm not going to grope you or anything without your consent. I have a little more pride than that."

"Well, thanks," she said with a small smile rolling her eyes. "I guess I get a little stressed. It's not that I really mind the advances. In fact, I feel flattered; it's just… well it's laid on too thick. It isn't even asking me on a date, its asking for..." she sighed while Faye nodded her head in sympathy while wishing she had twin's after her too.

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It had been a few hours and Fussure was resting snuggled up in Harry's arms almost on his lap as she enjoyed the attention he was giving her as they talked, laughed, joked, drank a little and ate some snacks.

Harry had just mentioned returning to the mansion to get some sleep when they were startled out of their sleepy daze by screams, and both rushed to their feet and looked down on the dance floor with wide eyes.

The bouncers had both been shot whimpering with bloody wounds and flung through the door of the club. A good forty, maybe fifty men flooded in wearing orange jumpsuits and armed with weapons from electrified polls, projectile guns, and even energy riffles.

"Ha ha ha!" laughed one of the men. Harry's eyes widened as he recognised him as one of the men from outside earlier. "Not so exclusive now are you," he said smugly.

"Purifiers!" Gambit muttered to Harry beside him. "Mutant haters," he added as he wasn't sure Harry had heard of them as they weren't the biggest group. "I don't think this shit knows what they just walked into. Those that aren't mutants are armed to the teeth around these parts, and with these lunatics on the loose who could blame them?"

"It looks like I'm the boss around here now!" he laughed loudly and proudly.

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "You… the brainless moron… no not you. The prick in charge. Yes you… don't you have any respect or sense of self-preservation?"

"And who the fuck do you think you are?" he asked snidely. "A dead man," he said firing his handgun just as Harry flashed a bright red, metal built, and the bullet disintegrated on his left arm as he moved it in the way. "I'm a Knight; you should show some respect," he replied as the light disappeared to see him in his standard armour.

"He's just a… a freak like all the freaks, dangerous monsters!" one man screamed out in hate.

"You're the only monsters this world could do without," Harry retorted. "Waving your weapons of murder around hating just because you get your rocks off on it! I'll give you one warning, and if you don't throw down your weapons and surrender. I won't be held accountable for what happens next," he said as he looked out to scan the crowd down below to see that most were mutants.

He snorted. "Like we'll surrender to a filthy mutant lover like you…" he began but trailed off as several people powered up and he gulped.

Rock mutants. Fire mutants. Water. Ice. Laser. Things that had no name. Men and women drew weapons, and everything was aimed at the intruders while an older man down below snuck in and dragged the bouncers out of the way before bad things happened.

What next took place could only be described as a complete and utter beat down as Harry and Gambit gave the go ahead to break shit as long as that shirt were the racists – funnily enough for a country like the US that had a seriously horrible history of racism; the Purifiers were exceptionally diverse of skin colour, but it seemed they could put their differences aside to be racist together.

Human nature!

Harry, Gambit, and Fussure had to look away. Well, Harry did warn them, and warn them he most certainly did. It was a shame they were idiots, and with Harry's might he would make sure none of the jerks would get out of jail any time soon, and the Crater had just added the black suit colour for humans. Unfortunately, the US had a few hateful politicians who don't want peace; they want control over mutants, and they'll do anything to get it, including funding arseholes like the Purifiers and risking the whole world stability.

"Let's get back to the mansion," Harry said turning to Fussure. "Charles might be concerned. It's just gone one in the morning…?"

"Umm… yes, okay," she agreed with a soft smile. "This date was… fun… well without that a-attack. I didn't even get to beat one up."

Harry laughed as he led her outside and back into his waiting limo as the police turned up. "Yeah, me neither… let's hope for next time," he said as they pulled away. She laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, and she snuggled up to him.

To Be Continued…

"Kurt, watch where you land us!" Kitty moaned as her friend teleported them into a closet at Flash's party. They had a secret mission so secret only they knew what it was, and that was to spy on Fussure. "And get your hand off my butt!"

"Oh, sorry!" he said while not sounding that sorry as he pulled his hand back and was likely blushing up a storm.

They had seen the older girl leaving in a limo with the rich genius guy as they peaked from the last dark closet, they hid in. It was nice of him to take her after that Flash stood her up but listening to Flash admit to making fun of her. Didn't they realise how much prettier Fussure was to that blonde tramp? It was fun getting to see the trap getting humiliated and then Flash by the pretty red head.

However, what they failed to remember was that Jean Grey, (a telepath), a member of the X-Men was at this party with her boyfriend Scott Summers so was startled as she pulled the new closet door open fully.

"No spying!" Jean hissed at the two. "Now Kurt, take Kitty and go home or you'll be in so much trouble if Storm finds out you snuck out without telling anyone!"

"Aww!" they both complained. "But didn't you hear what Mr. Avalon was doing. He was making fun of that jerk Flash," Kurt whined. "I think he's awesome. I wish I had the guts to do that."

"Just go home," she said with a sigh as the two looked sad as Kurt took Kitty's hand and the two poofed away. Jean sighed and rolled her eyes while brushing back her long red hair as she moved over to a closet just a little from the first to open it and find them. "I'll always know where you are," she said in annoyance as they finally disappeared again, for good that time.

She couldn't help but laugh as she looked over at Flash and his tramp as they watched Fussure leaving with her date just as she detected the police arriving as they got a tip off about underage drinking.

Jean did the only thing she could think of. She grabbed Scott as he had been laughing at Flash's misfortune and dragged him out of the back door before using her powers to fly them over a few gardens and onto the main street. She did see that Shield Agent though as she near leapt fences without hands.

Scott and Jean looked relieved as they watched the police raid the party and bring it to a very early climax. "Well, I guess Flash made a really bad impression on Avalon," Scott commented with a shrug looking at his watch it was still too early. "You want to grab a pizza and then catch a late movie?" he asked her thoughtfully.

She shrugged. "Sure. These parties are getting worse and worse. I don't think I want to bother with the next one," she said as she took her boyfriends hand and they walked away from the house, glad they took a taxi, and Scott pulled out his phone to get an cab to take them into town.