Country Girl
Title: Country Girl
Fandom: Young Avengers (that Damn MPreg)
Characters: Will Kaplan, Bobbi Rae McIntire
Prompt: 14. I might have been born just plain white trash, but Fancy was my name. -- Fancy, Reba McIntire
Rating: G
Summary: She always wanted to be a super-hero
Bobbi Rae McIntire shouldered her backpack and looked around Time Square, taking the time to look up in proper touristy fashion. She didn’t give a flying rats behind that she looked like a rube. She was in New York City , and she was gonna be an Avenger.
Okay, so she hadn’t quite worked out how she was gonna do it. But she was gonna do it.
A small tug was all the warning that she got, but it was enough. Morphing quickly into her werewolf form, she followed the scent left on her bag to the swiftly fleeing pickpocket. He moved too fast to be a baseline human… which only made things more fun. Just like chasing rabbits back home.
***
After five hours of sitting in the metahuman holding cell beneath the NYPD precinct, Bobbi Rae was about ready to climb the walls. The skinny rat had tried to steal from her, and now she was stuck in a holding cell.
She had no idea how she was gonna explain this to Momma without getting an ‘I told you so’. And she’d sell Bobbi Rae’s comic books to pay the bail.
If she hadn’t already thrown them out.
Calling Bobby Lee was right out. College boy was more broke than the pier after hurricane season.
She buried her face in her hands and uttered a curse that would have earned her a smack from her momma.
“Miss McIntire?”
Bobbi Rae looked up sharply, and found herself looking at a thin old man in a dark suit. He smiled at her as the guard unlocked the door.
“I’m Mr. Kaplan, from Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg, and Holliway.”
She gaped at him, getting to her feet.
“I’m your lawyer.”
“What?”
That was not what she’d wanted to say to the retired super-hero who she had idolized most of her life, but it was probably better than asking for his autograph.
“If you’ll come with me, Miss McIntire?”
She followed him out of the catacomb like cells, got her things back, and emerged back onto street level, all the while following Mr. Kaplan like a faithful puppy. “I can’t pay you,” she said, sweeping her dark bangs away from her face.
He gave her a kind smile. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’ve got a soft spot for aspiring super-heroes.”
“Oh.”
***
“She’s a sweet girl. I like her.”
“Thought you might. Introduce her to Dad yet?”
“Not yet. She’s settling in to a visitor’s room.”
“She must be happy.”
“Absolutely. And she’s barely restraining herself from asking for my autograph. When are you going to tell her?”
“When I’m ready.”
Fandom: Young Avengers (that Damn MPreg)
Characters: Will Kaplan, Bobbi Rae McIntire
Prompt: 14. I might have been born just plain white trash, but Fancy was my name. -- Fancy, Reba McIntire
Rating: G
Summary: She always wanted to be a super-hero
Bobbi Rae McIntire shouldered her backpack and looked around Time Square, taking the time to look up in proper touristy fashion. She didn’t give a flying rats behind that she looked like a rube. She was in New York City , and she was gonna be an Avenger.
Okay, so she hadn’t quite worked out how she was gonna do it. But she was gonna do it.
A small tug was all the warning that she got, but it was enough. Morphing quickly into her werewolf form, she followed the scent left on her bag to the swiftly fleeing pickpocket. He moved too fast to be a baseline human… which only made things more fun. Just like chasing rabbits back home.
***
After five hours of sitting in the metahuman holding cell beneath the NYPD precinct, Bobbi Rae was about ready to climb the walls. The skinny rat had tried to steal from her, and now she was stuck in a holding cell.
She had no idea how she was gonna explain this to Momma without getting an ‘I told you so’. And she’d sell Bobbi Rae’s comic books to pay the bail.
If she hadn’t already thrown them out.
Calling Bobby Lee was right out. College boy was more broke than the pier after hurricane season.
She buried her face in her hands and uttered a curse that would have earned her a smack from her momma.
“Miss McIntire?”
Bobbi Rae looked up sharply, and found herself looking at a thin old man in a dark suit. He smiled at her as the guard unlocked the door.
“I’m Mr. Kaplan, from Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg, and Holliway.”
She gaped at him, getting to her feet.
“I’m your lawyer.”
“What?”
That was not what she’d wanted to say to the retired super-hero who she had idolized most of her life, but it was probably better than asking for his autograph.
“If you’ll come with me, Miss McIntire?”
She followed him out of the catacomb like cells, got her things back, and emerged back onto street level, all the while following Mr. Kaplan like a faithful puppy. “I can’t pay you,” she said, sweeping her dark bangs away from her face.
He gave her a kind smile. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I’ve got a soft spot for aspiring super-heroes.”
“Oh.”
***
“She’s a sweet girl. I like her.”
“Thought you might. Introduce her to Dad yet?”
“Not yet. She’s settling in to a visitor’s room.”
“She must be happy.”
“Absolutely. And she’s barely restraining herself from asking for my autograph. When are you going to tell her?”
“When I’m ready.”