Apprentice
Title: Apprentice
Fandom: Young Avengers (That Damn MPreg)
Characters: Bobby Altman-Kaplan, Rowena Mox-Xanathos
Prompt: 36. "Oh, oh, witchy woman, she's got the moon in her eyes." -- Witchy Woman, The Eagles (Writer's Choice)
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Bobby goes hunting for a teacher.
Oddly, it was Captain America who finally pointed Bobby to a teacher.
Very few people in the magical community were willing to teach the grandson of the Scarlet Witch, and those few that were could only be described as suspect. And while Bobby had a lot of respect for his father, he knew that he needed someone else to teach him to use his powers.
Or, more accurately, how not to use them.
It was Captain America, dropping by for one of his occasional visits to see how the ‘kids’ were doing, who mentioned the old woman in Mutant Town. They’d worked together once during WWII, and run into each other a couple of times since then.
Something inside Bobby’s head clicked when the old super-solider talked about her, and he went to the old brownstone she made her home in the next day.
The door was open, and she was waiting for him.
“I’m not looking for an apprentice,” she told him, “and my five minutes of super-heroic idiocy happened almost a century ago.” She blew a puff of smoke from her cigarette in Bobby’s general direction. “I’m retired.”
Bobby just smiled. “You’re going to teach me because I’m too interesting not to,” he told her. “You’re bored and you like to meddle. And you’re not about to allow another Scarlet Witch to happen.”
She glared at him ominously. “I could just kill you.”
“You could,” he acknowledged, “but you won’t.”
She made a disgusted noise. “There will be a price.”
“Of course,” Bobby agreed.
“Your afternoons will be spent working in my shop.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“I’m nowhere near as powerful a precog as you.”
“But you know the mechanics of the power better than anyone. You wrote the book.” He grinned. “Admittedly… you aren’t want I was expecting.”
“You were looking for a wizened crone, and you found a girl.” She shrugged, stubbing out her cigarette. “I died. I got better. I understand it happens a lot in your circle.”
“Yes, Mistress Xanathos.”
Fandom: Young Avengers (That Damn MPreg)
Characters: Bobby Altman-Kaplan, Rowena Mox-Xanathos
Prompt: 36. "Oh, oh, witchy woman, she's got the moon in her eyes." -- Witchy Woman, The Eagles (Writer's Choice)
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Bobby goes hunting for a teacher.
Oddly, it was Captain America who finally pointed Bobby to a teacher.
Very few people in the magical community were willing to teach the grandson of the Scarlet Witch, and those few that were could only be described as suspect. And while Bobby had a lot of respect for his father, he knew that he needed someone else to teach him to use his powers.
Or, more accurately, how not to use them.
It was Captain America, dropping by for one of his occasional visits to see how the ‘kids’ were doing, who mentioned the old woman in Mutant Town. They’d worked together once during WWII, and run into each other a couple of times since then.
Something inside Bobby’s head clicked when the old super-solider talked about her, and he went to the old brownstone she made her home in the next day.
The door was open, and she was waiting for him.
“I’m not looking for an apprentice,” she told him, “and my five minutes of super-heroic idiocy happened almost a century ago.” She blew a puff of smoke from her cigarette in Bobby’s general direction. “I’m retired.”
Bobby just smiled. “You’re going to teach me because I’m too interesting not to,” he told her. “You’re bored and you like to meddle. And you’re not about to allow another Scarlet Witch to happen.”
She glared at him ominously. “I could just kill you.”
“You could,” he acknowledged, “but you won’t.”
She made a disgusted noise. “There will be a price.”
“Of course,” Bobby agreed.
“Your afternoons will be spent working in my shop.”
“Your wish is my command.”
“I’m nowhere near as powerful a precog as you.”
“But you know the mechanics of the power better than anyone. You wrote the book.” He grinned. “Admittedly… you aren’t want I was expecting.”
“You were looking for a wizened crone, and you found a girl.” She shrugged, stubbing out her cigarette. “I died. I got better. I understand it happens a lot in your circle.”
“Yes, Mistress Xanathos.”