Natasha turned in mid-air, swooped sideways with her thrusters, and fired off another RPG. Around her, the suit automatically shifted her to counter balance. She had to give Tony props. When it came to the suit, he really was the genius he claimed to be.
Below her on the ground, Tony threw his new shield and caught it with a whoop before charging into an entire group of Skrulls, knocking them gleefully aside with his fists. For a man who let weaponry do all the work, he had taken to the brute force that was Captain America rather quickly. Possibly far better than Steve, who looked large, green, and vaguely embarrassed to be roaring about in only a pair of pants.
At least the Hulk’s pants were magic, Tony had told him.
Natasha saw a group of Skrulls break off from the main set and head for Thor, who was currently mid-flip, his thighs wrapped around a Skrull’s neck, and headed over to provide air support. Clint flew by, clinging to Mjolnir and hollering like a cowboy at a rodeo. He’d yanked off the cape first thing (“No capes!”), of course, but he still wore the silver-plated armor and chest piece.
He waggled his eyebrows at her as he crashed to the ground, swinging Mjolnir to take out a couple of the enemy. Natasha rolled her eyes in reply and went to go take care of a group that Bruce had noticed was trying to break off. She took out two with a repulsor and Bruce fired an arrow into the eyesocket of the third, providing cover.
“Thanks,” she told him over the comms. As a favor, she blasted away two of the Skrulls that were trying to sneak up behind his perch on the building ledge.
He saluted her as she flew by.
The Avengers were used to working together, and working together unconventionally at that, so it probably surprised nobody that the changes didn’t trip them up at all. Within twenty minutes, there were a bunch of Skrull bodies in the street. Steve was trying to cover himself with a billboard, Tony was tossing things around just because he could, and Clint was brushing his flowing blond locks back. Natasha dropped Bruce off first and landed next to him—a little unsteadily, which made Tony snicker—and flipped the helmet back to look around. The catsuit just looked…awful on Thor, but the God of Thunder was snickering as he made the Widow’s Bite shoot tiny lightning bolts.
“Anybody spot bad guy?” Steve, always the leader, asked.
“I think he went thattaway,” Bruce said, pointing.
Natasha fell into step next to Clint as the Avengers wandered off together to let the police, who were used to this kind of thing, handle the clean-up. “Think this Ethan dude can change us back?” Clint asked after a minute.
“What, you don’t enjoy being a giant blond behemoth?”
“Feel blind,” Clint said.
Natasha understood. She felt like a hulking, clunky mass in the suit, no matter how fantastic it had been to actually fly during a fight.
“You know, we should be grateful none of us listened to Tony,” Clint said after a minute.
Natasha nodded, which felt weird in the suit. They’d been going trick or treating as each other this year, a publicity stunt that SHIELD had forced them into, when the curse had hit. Thankfully, the Skrulls were easy to pick out of the crowd, as they hadn’t been ghosts or demons or Power Rangers or the things everybody in the city had dressed up as, and subsequently turned into.
“I doubt ‘Natasha and the Pussycats’ would have been a great way to fight Skrulls,” she said, agreeing. “It’s harder than you think to fight evil in a miniskirt.”
“Yeah, but the theme music would have been fantastic.”
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Date: 2012-10-26 08:05 pm (UTC)Below her on the ground, Tony threw his new shield and caught it with a whoop before charging into an entire group of Skrulls, knocking them gleefully aside with his fists. For a man who let weaponry do all the work, he had taken to the brute force that was Captain America rather quickly. Possibly far better than Steve, who looked large, green, and vaguely embarrassed to be roaring about in only a pair of pants.
At least the Hulk’s pants were magic, Tony had told him.
Natasha saw a group of Skrulls break off from the main set and head for Thor, who was currently mid-flip, his thighs wrapped around a Skrull’s neck, and headed over to provide air support. Clint flew by, clinging to Mjolnir and hollering like a cowboy at a rodeo. He’d yanked off the cape first thing (“No capes!”), of course, but he still wore the silver-plated armor and chest piece.
He waggled his eyebrows at her as he crashed to the ground, swinging Mjolnir to take out a couple of the enemy. Natasha rolled her eyes in reply and went to go take care of a group that Bruce had noticed was trying to break off. She took out two with a repulsor and Bruce fired an arrow into the eyesocket of the third, providing cover.
“Thanks,” she told him over the comms. As a favor, she blasted away two of the Skrulls that were trying to sneak up behind his perch on the building ledge.
He saluted her as she flew by.
The Avengers were used to working together, and working together unconventionally at that, so it probably surprised nobody that the changes didn’t trip them up at all. Within twenty minutes, there were a bunch of Skrull bodies in the street. Steve was trying to cover himself with a billboard, Tony was tossing things around just because he could, and Clint was brushing his flowing blond locks back. Natasha dropped Bruce off first and landed next to him—a little unsteadily, which made Tony snicker—and flipped the helmet back to look around. The catsuit just looked…awful on Thor, but the God of Thunder was snickering as he made the Widow’s Bite shoot tiny lightning bolts.
“Anybody spot bad guy?” Steve, always the leader, asked.
“I think he went thattaway,” Bruce said, pointing.
Natasha fell into step next to Clint as the Avengers wandered off together to let the police, who were used to this kind of thing, handle the clean-up. “Think this Ethan dude can change us back?” Clint asked after a minute.
“What, you don’t enjoy being a giant blond behemoth?”
“Feel blind,” Clint said.
Natasha understood. She felt like a hulking, clunky mass in the suit, no matter how fantastic it had been to actually fly during a fight.
“You know, we should be grateful none of us listened to Tony,” Clint said after a minute.
Natasha nodded, which felt weird in the suit. They’d been going trick or treating as each other this year, a publicity stunt that SHIELD had forced them into, when the curse had hit. Thankfully, the Skrulls were easy to pick out of the crowd, as they hadn’t been ghosts or demons or Power Rangers or the things everybody in the city had dressed up as, and subsequently turned into.
“I doubt ‘Natasha and the Pussycats’ would have been a great way to fight Skrulls,” she said, agreeing. “It’s harder than you think to fight evil in a miniskirt.”
“Yeah, but the theme music would have been fantastic.”