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tamingthemuseTitle: Bringing The Party
Fandom: BtVS/Avengers (movie)
Word Count: 2165
Prompt: #357 Leonardo DaVinci
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, settings, or fandoms. They are the property of their respective creators and companies.
Summary: Buffy can always be counted on to bring the slayage party.
A/N: Follows Requiring Assistance
Buffy resisted the urge to sigh as she silently weaved her way around the wooden crates in the warehouse. Really, for once she would like to see the bad guys pick a lush location to set up their secret lair rather than this ridiculous cliché. Didn't they know that this would be one of the first places they would look upon narrowing the area down? Granted, this was the third building they had searched that day, and not only that, but the third warehouse of the day. But still, top three had to count for something.
She absently adjusted the communicator in her ear that Coulson had insisted she wore as she heard Clint murmur that he was in place. It had taken her slightly by surprise to learn that his weapon of choice was a recurve bow but at least that meant there was someone else there other than her who had an effective weapon. Clint was stationed up high in the rafters to make best use of his long range weapon and to give her intel on incoming demons.
Or vampires.
Willow didn't know who was behind the apocalypse attempt only that the power was building and that it needed to be stopped. Buffy was going to have to stay on her toes until she knew exactly what they were facing. She had done her best to give them an idea of what to expect and do during their fun filled time excursion that evening, she only hoped it was enough. Coulson seemed confident enough that they could handle anything and while yes, he had taken out a lone vampire on his own, she was still concerned.
“Buffy, you have movement two rows away and beyond that I have eyes on the crystal,” Clint's voice said calmly in her ear.
“Does it look human?” She murmured as softly as possible, not wanting the vampire's superior hearing to pick up their conversation.
“Can't tell from this distance,” he said, the frown clearly evident in his voice. “I'm seeing shadows move, nothing else.”
“What about the crystal, Hawkeye?” Coulson asked. He was stationed on the opposite end of the warehouse waiting for Buffy's decision on how to proceed.
“They have a small area cleared in the center of the warehouse, not wider than thirty feet across. It's resting on a pedestal no taller than four feet, and currently clear of hostiles.”
“Can you make a shot?” Buffy asked, hoping that for once things could go easy.
“Negative. There is some sort of energy barrier surrounding it,” he said.
Buffy didn't try to hold this sigh in. “Of course there is. And what kind of name is Hawkeye?”
“The kind that is awesome,” he said with a low chuckle.
She smiled at his response, glad to know he could keep up light-hearted comments while still being serious and focused while completing a mission. If everyone Coulson was rounding up for this Initiative were like him, perhaps she'd give it a shot.
“Coulson, start working your way to the crystal, I'm going to check out Hawkeye's moving shadow.”
“Affirmative.”
Buffy's feet were silent as she made her way to the row that Clint had indicated. Cautiously she peered around the corner but didn't see anything. “Has it moved on?” She whispered.
“Negative, I'm still seeing moving shadows twenty feet from your location.”
“Yeah? Well, you need your eyes checked because I don't see squat,” she replied, squinting her eyes to see if she could see these same moving shadows.
“My eyes are probably better than yours, even with your magic enhancements,” he replied a little testily. “And now the shadows are moving towards you, I'm detecting two separate shadows. Brace yourself.”
Her body tensed in preparation only seconds before she felt a punch land on her jaw that sent her back several steps. She barely heard a soft twang followed swiftly by the thunk of an arrow lodging itself in a body. The air in front of her shimmered and a demon that could almost pass as human came into full focus before collapsing on the ground in front of her. An arrow shaft sticking out of the center of it's back.
“Great, invisible demons,” she muttered before closing her eyes. Her ears picked up the stray sound of a foot scuffing on the concrete in front of her and she swung the scythe in a smooth arc. The metal of the weapon met resistance before slicing cleanly through the second demon Clint had detected. Her eyes opened to see another of the demons appear in two pieces on the floor.
“I'm not one to say I told you so,” Clint's voice said in her ear. “But you are welcome.”
She sent a fierce grin in the direction the arrow had come from. “And I am thankful.”
“Coulson, be aware that the hostiles are invisible,” Clint said, alerting the third member of their team to the new intel.
Buffy crouched next to the bodies and searched them to see if there was any indication as to why they were invisible. She didn't recognize the demons and didn't know if it was a natural part of their species or if there was something else going on. A soft grunt exited her lips as she pulled out matching necklaces from the bodies.
“I think I've got something,” she said holding them up to get a better look at them. The dark stones were dull and lifeless in the meager light of the warehouse. “They're wearing some sort of necklace that seems to be sucking in any light around them. It's probably what they are using to make themselves invisible.”
“What's the new strategy?” Coulson asked calmly in her ear.
“The new strategy is that you stay the hell away from this. You aren't going to be able to see them coming. Cl- Hawkeye can stay up on his perch and let me know about moving shadows, but this is my mission alone from here on out,” she said resolutely. “I'm not risking you.”
“Will they be detectable to thermal vision goggles?”
Buffy paused to consider the idea. The bodies in front of her were warm, perhaps warmer than a normal human being which would make them detectable by the goggles. “What about the light from the overhead lamps? Are they going to interfere?”
“I can make adjustments. Hold please,” Coulson's calm, steady voice said in her ear.
“What about you, Buffy?” Clint asked as they waited on Coulson.
“I've got training to deal with an unseen enemy,” she said with a wry twist of her lips as she remembered working in the Magic Box with Giles. “It's going to make this a little more challenging, but I've got this. Can you detect their position based on their shadows.”
A scoffing noise came through her earpiece. “Child's play.”
“Then keep them off my back if you can. And if you can take out the crystal, do it, don't worry about me.”
“Understood.”
Coulson interrupted them. “I have calibrated the sensors, the ambient light won't be a problem.”
“Great, then let's take out this crystal,” she said brightly. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she was grateful she wasn't going to have to do this alone.
Keeping her eyes open just enough to see where she was going, she opened and stretched her other senses to let her know when the demons were approaching. Between her senses and Clint's ability to pick out the moving shadows despite the dim light she managed to avoid any further injuries and took out two more demons. In her ear she could hear Coulson take out three on his own.
“Heads up, I'm detecting shadows in the clearing and another one who isn't cloaked,” Clint informed them. “Do you want me to take the shot?”
“No, I'm almost there, let's see what he wants first,” Buffy said. As much as she hated listening to demon's posturing about the apocalypse, she wanted to make sure they weren't missing any information.
She rounded the corner and saw the now familiar looking demon type standing next to the pedestal holding the crystal. He was of a slim but sturdy looking build with just a hint of blue tinging his skin. With the right application of makeup he'd probably be able to pass as pure human.
In the center of the clearing she could see the pedestal that Clint had mentioned earlier. Green light flickered around it and she didn't want to try touching it in order to reach the crystal. She hoped that if she took out the leader that whatever magic was protecting the crystal would drop and allow them access.
“Slayer,” he said formally with a slight bow of his head.
“Demon,” she returned.
“You wound me,” he said with a note of false injury in his voice. “My name is Derrick.”
“Whatever,” she said with a wave of her free hand. She kept the scythe at the ready in her other. “I've never been all that great with names. Not like I need to be in order to stop you.”
“Yes, I am rather impressed with your ability to fight an unseen enemy,” he said with an appreciative smile.
Buffy could just see Coulson peer out from a nearby row behind Derrick before melting back into the shadows. “That's me, a girl of many talents. Any reason behind this current apocalypse attempt, or can we just get to the fighting now. No offense, but it's been a long few weeks and I'm ready for a well deserved vacation.”
“And how do you not know that the world I'm about to bring about won't be better than this one?” He asked, one eyebrow arching.
She stared at him for a moment before snorting. “Because you're a demon. One thing on your mind, destruction of human kind and the world.”
“I am a modern day Renaissance Man,” he said with an almost pout. “I can bring about all sorts of wonders to this world. My invisibility necklaces are just the beginning.”
“First of all, you're not even a man. And secondly, you don't look anything like Danny Devito.”
He frowned at her in confusion. “Excuse me?”
“See, haven't even watched the relevant movies. Really, I'm not sure you're worth my time. Admittedly, those necklaces are a nice touch and all, but I'm guessing that's more for your benefit in your bid to world domination rather than to help out mankind. And really, you think the demons you're going to be releasing are going to let you be in charge when you needed their help to take over the world? Please, I've seen toddlers with a greater ability to get what they want.”
His face twisted into a snarl of rage. “You won't be able to stop me or the crystal.”
She rolled her eyes. “Go ahead.”
Derrick moved towards her but halted as an arrow lodged itself into his head. He stared at her in uncomprehending horror before crumpling to the ground. Around her the air shimmered as his magic stopped feeding the necklaces and she found herself surrounded by demons.
Demons who were rather upset at the loss of their leader. With a look of grim determination she waded into the fight, dimly aware of Coulson joining her, minus his goggles. Both gunshots and the soft twang of Clint's bow joined the singing the scythe made as it cut through the air. Before she knew it, the three of them had made short work of the demons.
She walked over to the pedestal that no longer shone with an eerie light. Her head tilted slightly as she considered the crystal that had been giving her trouble for the past two weeks. It really was rather pretty as it shimmered in the dimly lit warehouse. It captured the light and seemed to multiply it within it's depths.
With calm hands she reached out and picked it up. She considered it careful for another minute before using all her strength to throw it onto the concrete floor. It's inner light died as it cracked and fell apart into several pieces.
“Well that was fun,” Clint said from behind her.
Buffy barely resisted the urge to jump in surprise. She had been concentrating so hard on the crystal, she hadn't heard him approach. “That's me. I always provide the party,” she said, her mouth a grim line. “And there's always the after party clean up to do.”
She smiled as she heard Clint whine behind her. It was safe to say she was definitely enjoying his brand of humor along with his competence in the field. Perhaps joining a team of superheroes wouldn't be all that bad.
Fandom: BtVS/Avengers (movie)
Word Count: 2165
Prompt: #357 Leonardo DaVinci
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, settings, or fandoms. They are the property of their respective creators and companies.
Summary: Buffy can always be counted on to bring the slayage party.
A/N: Follows Requiring Assistance
Buffy resisted the urge to sigh as she silently weaved her way around the wooden crates in the warehouse. Really, for once she would like to see the bad guys pick a lush location to set up their secret lair rather than this ridiculous cliché. Didn't they know that this would be one of the first places they would look upon narrowing the area down? Granted, this was the third building they had searched that day, and not only that, but the third warehouse of the day. But still, top three had to count for something.
She absently adjusted the communicator in her ear that Coulson had insisted she wore as she heard Clint murmur that he was in place. It had taken her slightly by surprise to learn that his weapon of choice was a recurve bow but at least that meant there was someone else there other than her who had an effective weapon. Clint was stationed up high in the rafters to make best use of his long range weapon and to give her intel on incoming demons.
Or vampires.
Willow didn't know who was behind the apocalypse attempt only that the power was building and that it needed to be stopped. Buffy was going to have to stay on her toes until she knew exactly what they were facing. She had done her best to give them an idea of what to expect and do during their fun filled time excursion that evening, she only hoped it was enough. Coulson seemed confident enough that they could handle anything and while yes, he had taken out a lone vampire on his own, she was still concerned.
“Buffy, you have movement two rows away and beyond that I have eyes on the crystal,” Clint's voice said calmly in her ear.
“Does it look human?” She murmured as softly as possible, not wanting the vampire's superior hearing to pick up their conversation.
“Can't tell from this distance,” he said, the frown clearly evident in his voice. “I'm seeing shadows move, nothing else.”
“What about the crystal, Hawkeye?” Coulson asked. He was stationed on the opposite end of the warehouse waiting for Buffy's decision on how to proceed.
“They have a small area cleared in the center of the warehouse, not wider than thirty feet across. It's resting on a pedestal no taller than four feet, and currently clear of hostiles.”
“Can you make a shot?” Buffy asked, hoping that for once things could go easy.
“Negative. There is some sort of energy barrier surrounding it,” he said.
Buffy didn't try to hold this sigh in. “Of course there is. And what kind of name is Hawkeye?”
“The kind that is awesome,” he said with a low chuckle.
She smiled at his response, glad to know he could keep up light-hearted comments while still being serious and focused while completing a mission. If everyone Coulson was rounding up for this Initiative were like him, perhaps she'd give it a shot.
“Coulson, start working your way to the crystal, I'm going to check out Hawkeye's moving shadow.”
“Affirmative.”
Buffy's feet were silent as she made her way to the row that Clint had indicated. Cautiously she peered around the corner but didn't see anything. “Has it moved on?” She whispered.
“Negative, I'm still seeing moving shadows twenty feet from your location.”
“Yeah? Well, you need your eyes checked because I don't see squat,” she replied, squinting her eyes to see if she could see these same moving shadows.
“My eyes are probably better than yours, even with your magic enhancements,” he replied a little testily. “And now the shadows are moving towards you, I'm detecting two separate shadows. Brace yourself.”
Her body tensed in preparation only seconds before she felt a punch land on her jaw that sent her back several steps. She barely heard a soft twang followed swiftly by the thunk of an arrow lodging itself in a body. The air in front of her shimmered and a demon that could almost pass as human came into full focus before collapsing on the ground in front of her. An arrow shaft sticking out of the center of it's back.
“Great, invisible demons,” she muttered before closing her eyes. Her ears picked up the stray sound of a foot scuffing on the concrete in front of her and she swung the scythe in a smooth arc. The metal of the weapon met resistance before slicing cleanly through the second demon Clint had detected. Her eyes opened to see another of the demons appear in two pieces on the floor.
“I'm not one to say I told you so,” Clint's voice said in her ear. “But you are welcome.”
She sent a fierce grin in the direction the arrow had come from. “And I am thankful.”
“Coulson, be aware that the hostiles are invisible,” Clint said, alerting the third member of their team to the new intel.
Buffy crouched next to the bodies and searched them to see if there was any indication as to why they were invisible. She didn't recognize the demons and didn't know if it was a natural part of their species or if there was something else going on. A soft grunt exited her lips as she pulled out matching necklaces from the bodies.
“I think I've got something,” she said holding them up to get a better look at them. The dark stones were dull and lifeless in the meager light of the warehouse. “They're wearing some sort of necklace that seems to be sucking in any light around them. It's probably what they are using to make themselves invisible.”
“What's the new strategy?” Coulson asked calmly in her ear.
“The new strategy is that you stay the hell away from this. You aren't going to be able to see them coming. Cl- Hawkeye can stay up on his perch and let me know about moving shadows, but this is my mission alone from here on out,” she said resolutely. “I'm not risking you.”
“Will they be detectable to thermal vision goggles?”
Buffy paused to consider the idea. The bodies in front of her were warm, perhaps warmer than a normal human being which would make them detectable by the goggles. “What about the light from the overhead lamps? Are they going to interfere?”
“I can make adjustments. Hold please,” Coulson's calm, steady voice said in her ear.
“What about you, Buffy?” Clint asked as they waited on Coulson.
“I've got training to deal with an unseen enemy,” she said with a wry twist of her lips as she remembered working in the Magic Box with Giles. “It's going to make this a little more challenging, but I've got this. Can you detect their position based on their shadows.”
A scoffing noise came through her earpiece. “Child's play.”
“Then keep them off my back if you can. And if you can take out the crystal, do it, don't worry about me.”
“Understood.”
Coulson interrupted them. “I have calibrated the sensors, the ambient light won't be a problem.”
“Great, then let's take out this crystal,” she said brightly. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she was grateful she wasn't going to have to do this alone.
Keeping her eyes open just enough to see where she was going, she opened and stretched her other senses to let her know when the demons were approaching. Between her senses and Clint's ability to pick out the moving shadows despite the dim light she managed to avoid any further injuries and took out two more demons. In her ear she could hear Coulson take out three on his own.
“Heads up, I'm detecting shadows in the clearing and another one who isn't cloaked,” Clint informed them. “Do you want me to take the shot?”
“No, I'm almost there, let's see what he wants first,” Buffy said. As much as she hated listening to demon's posturing about the apocalypse, she wanted to make sure they weren't missing any information.
She rounded the corner and saw the now familiar looking demon type standing next to the pedestal holding the crystal. He was of a slim but sturdy looking build with just a hint of blue tinging his skin. With the right application of makeup he'd probably be able to pass as pure human.
In the center of the clearing she could see the pedestal that Clint had mentioned earlier. Green light flickered around it and she didn't want to try touching it in order to reach the crystal. She hoped that if she took out the leader that whatever magic was protecting the crystal would drop and allow them access.
“Slayer,” he said formally with a slight bow of his head.
“Demon,” she returned.
“You wound me,” he said with a note of false injury in his voice. “My name is Derrick.”
“Whatever,” she said with a wave of her free hand. She kept the scythe at the ready in her other. “I've never been all that great with names. Not like I need to be in order to stop you.”
“Yes, I am rather impressed with your ability to fight an unseen enemy,” he said with an appreciative smile.
Buffy could just see Coulson peer out from a nearby row behind Derrick before melting back into the shadows. “That's me, a girl of many talents. Any reason behind this current apocalypse attempt, or can we just get to the fighting now. No offense, but it's been a long few weeks and I'm ready for a well deserved vacation.”
“And how do you not know that the world I'm about to bring about won't be better than this one?” He asked, one eyebrow arching.
She stared at him for a moment before snorting. “Because you're a demon. One thing on your mind, destruction of human kind and the world.”
“I am a modern day Renaissance Man,” he said with an almost pout. “I can bring about all sorts of wonders to this world. My invisibility necklaces are just the beginning.”
“First of all, you're not even a man. And secondly, you don't look anything like Danny Devito.”
He frowned at her in confusion. “Excuse me?”
“See, haven't even watched the relevant movies. Really, I'm not sure you're worth my time. Admittedly, those necklaces are a nice touch and all, but I'm guessing that's more for your benefit in your bid to world domination rather than to help out mankind. And really, you think the demons you're going to be releasing are going to let you be in charge when you needed their help to take over the world? Please, I've seen toddlers with a greater ability to get what they want.”
His face twisted into a snarl of rage. “You won't be able to stop me or the crystal.”
She rolled her eyes. “Go ahead.”
Derrick moved towards her but halted as an arrow lodged itself into his head. He stared at her in uncomprehending horror before crumpling to the ground. Around her the air shimmered as his magic stopped feeding the necklaces and she found herself surrounded by demons.
Demons who were rather upset at the loss of their leader. With a look of grim determination she waded into the fight, dimly aware of Coulson joining her, minus his goggles. Both gunshots and the soft twang of Clint's bow joined the singing the scythe made as it cut through the air. Before she knew it, the three of them had made short work of the demons.
She walked over to the pedestal that no longer shone with an eerie light. Her head tilted slightly as she considered the crystal that had been giving her trouble for the past two weeks. It really was rather pretty as it shimmered in the dimly lit warehouse. It captured the light and seemed to multiply it within it's depths.
With calm hands she reached out and picked it up. She considered it careful for another minute before using all her strength to throw it onto the concrete floor. It's inner light died as it cracked and fell apart into several pieces.
“Well that was fun,” Clint said from behind her.
Buffy barely resisted the urge to jump in surprise. She had been concentrating so hard on the crystal, she hadn't heard him approach. “That's me. I always provide the party,” she said, her mouth a grim line. “And there's always the after party clean up to do.”
She smiled as she heard Clint whine behind her. It was safe to say she was definitely enjoying his brand of humor along with his competence in the field. Perhaps joining a team of superheroes wouldn't be all that bad.
