Defenders
Title: Defenders
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: They aren’t a team.
“Go to hell,” Bruce Jameson snarled, trying to slam the door in Bobby Altman-Kaplan’s face. The problem with that was Bobby was nearly invulnerable, and had no problems with sticking his hand in the door to keep it from shutting. After all, the door would break before his hand did.
“I’m not here to ask you to come back,” Bobby said, forcing the door wide. “There are some people you need to meet. Get your coat.”
“Fuck you,” Bruce snapped, green fur forcing its way out of his skin as his jaw cracked and elongated.
“I’m not your type,” Bobby replied, clearly unimpressed with the display. “I’ll throw down with you if I have to, but do you really think you can beat me?” His hair shifted from the black he kept it when he wasn’t at home or in costume to its naturally silvery white state while blue lightning crackled around his fingers. “Do ya feel lucky, punk?”
“You watch too many Clint Eastwood movies.”
***
“You never said anything about visiting Dr. Strange,” Bruce said accusingly as they stood on the steps of the Sanctum.
“You never asked me where we were going,” Bobby reminded the gamma green lycanthrope. “And we’re not. We’re just meeting everyone here.”
Bruce was about to deliver a scathing reply when the rattle of chains and the stomp of boots captured his attention. He knew, when he turned, that he would find himself looking at what the gossip rags called ‘the most magnificent afro in NYC’.
Danielle Cage, celebrity super-hero and sometimes apprentice of Danny Rand, climbed the steps of the Sanctum. The chains that hung from her belt and arms rattled with every step. She towered over both teenagers, a six-foot-four powerhouse.
She had Bruce’s mother on retainer, thanks to several lawsuits stemming from her habit of destruction.
“Danni. What brings you here?”
“Worlds to save, asses to kick, and Wong’s muffins are divine.” Her crimson painted lips turned up in something that could have been a smirk. “What’s your excuse?”
Bruce pointed at Bobby. “Crazy reality warper. This was the only way to get him to leave.”
“He’s your fourth,” Bobby informed Danni with a shrug when she gave him a questioning look.
“I’m what?”
“He’s what?”
Bobby just smiled an inscrutable wizard’s smile. “Miranda’s waiting. She’ll explain.”
***
“Bobby’s an asshole.” Miranda Strange scratched an ugly orange and grey cat behind the ear. “He didn’t tell you anything?”
“Until today, I didn’t even know you existed.”
Danni snorted, a few crumbs spilling from her lips as Miranda rolled her dark blue eyes and begged the gods for the patience needed to deal with the eldest Altman-Kaplan boy. “Lovely, just lovely. Bastard.”
“Madame, you and I are in total agreement. So, why am I here?”
“You, Wolfman Jack, are here because all the oracles and signs and portents say we need a fourth if we’re going to rescue my father from Dread Dormammu and save the world. Bobby thinks you’re the fourth, and I’m inclined to believe him. Even if he is an asshole.”
“You, me, Bobby, and Danni are going to save the world?”
Danni snorted again, and Miranda shook her head. “Bobby’s not on the team. Mordecai is.” The cat pounced on Miranda’s hand, demanding she resume petting him post haste.
“Who’s… oh God, are you telling me the team is you, me, Danni, and a cat?”
“We’re not a team. We’re the Defenders.”
Universe: That Damn Mpreg
Rating: PG
Summary: They aren’t a team.
“Go to hell,” Bruce Jameson snarled, trying to slam the door in Bobby Altman-Kaplan’s face. The problem with that was Bobby was nearly invulnerable, and had no problems with sticking his hand in the door to keep it from shutting. After all, the door would break before his hand did.
“I’m not here to ask you to come back,” Bobby said, forcing the door wide. “There are some people you need to meet. Get your coat.”
“Fuck you,” Bruce snapped, green fur forcing its way out of his skin as his jaw cracked and elongated.
“I’m not your type,” Bobby replied, clearly unimpressed with the display. “I’ll throw down with you if I have to, but do you really think you can beat me?” His hair shifted from the black he kept it when he wasn’t at home or in costume to its naturally silvery white state while blue lightning crackled around his fingers. “Do ya feel lucky, punk?”
“You watch too many Clint Eastwood movies.”
***
“You never said anything about visiting Dr. Strange,” Bruce said accusingly as they stood on the steps of the Sanctum.
“You never asked me where we were going,” Bobby reminded the gamma green lycanthrope. “And we’re not. We’re just meeting everyone here.”
Bruce was about to deliver a scathing reply when the rattle of chains and the stomp of boots captured his attention. He knew, when he turned, that he would find himself looking at what the gossip rags called ‘the most magnificent afro in NYC’.
Danielle Cage, celebrity super-hero and sometimes apprentice of Danny Rand, climbed the steps of the Sanctum. The chains that hung from her belt and arms rattled with every step. She towered over both teenagers, a six-foot-four powerhouse.
She had Bruce’s mother on retainer, thanks to several lawsuits stemming from her habit of destruction.
“Danni. What brings you here?”
“Worlds to save, asses to kick, and Wong’s muffins are divine.” Her crimson painted lips turned up in something that could have been a smirk. “What’s your excuse?”
Bruce pointed at Bobby. “Crazy reality warper. This was the only way to get him to leave.”
“He’s your fourth,” Bobby informed Danni with a shrug when she gave him a questioning look.
“I’m what?”
“He’s what?”
Bobby just smiled an inscrutable wizard’s smile. “Miranda’s waiting. She’ll explain.”
***
“Bobby’s an asshole.” Miranda Strange scratched an ugly orange and grey cat behind the ear. “He didn’t tell you anything?”
“Until today, I didn’t even know you existed.”
Danni snorted, a few crumbs spilling from her lips as Miranda rolled her dark blue eyes and begged the gods for the patience needed to deal with the eldest Altman-Kaplan boy. “Lovely, just lovely. Bastard.”
“Madame, you and I are in total agreement. So, why am I here?”
“You, Wolfman Jack, are here because all the oracles and signs and portents say we need a fourth if we’re going to rescue my father from Dread Dormammu and save the world. Bobby thinks you’re the fourth, and I’m inclined to believe him. Even if he is an asshole.”
“You, me, Bobby, and Danni are going to save the world?”
Danni snorted again, and Miranda shook her head. “Bobby’s not on the team. Mordecai is.” The cat pounced on Miranda’s hand, demanding she resume petting him post haste.
“Who’s… oh God, are you telling me the team is you, me, Danni, and a cat?”
“We’re not a team. We’re the Defenders.”