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I think I would marry you for some Namor/Human Torch (Jim Hammond version).

Steve had encouraged his teammates to get along better. He really had.

And well, he wasn't personally opposed to this sort of thing, as long as it didn't hurt anybody--the problem was, it wasn't actually any *quieter*, either.

Both he and Jim had attempted, on occasion, to explain the concept of "discretion" to Namor, but had only succeeded in getting it dismissed as beneath him. And when Jim was...beneath Namor (and Steve had never ever needed to know that little detail) he seemed to have forgotten that he'd ever argued for the concept.

For himself, well, if that was what it took to have relative harmony on the Invaders, he could sleep through the sound of gunfire when he had too, and he's heard far worse on the battlefield. The boys, as well, although Bucky had an unfortunate tendency to make jokes about it and Toro made great show of not wanting to know ANYTHING about his mentor's more personal affairs.

It was when they were travelling with military detachments that Captain America had to draw the line and go suggest discretion personally. Between explaining to embarrassed COs that, no, military restrictions on homosexuality did not apply either to androids or half-breed princes of Atlantis and it would be not only futile but counterproductive to attempt to enforce such things and dealing with the rash whispers of the soldiers before Namor did...well.

Steve suppressed a long-suffering sigh and knocked. Loudly.

*DIES FOREVER*

Oh Namor.

Namor is QUITE SOMETHING isn't he? :D

Oh.

...you, ma'am, WIN. Forever. At all things possible. That was probably the most awesome thing I have ever read. And I have read the Bible (well, parts of it).

*preens!* Thank you so much! I'm glad you made me write it, then. :D

I'd love anything with Animal Man in it...

I don't know Buddy very well, but here goes.

In his younger days, he'd have quite enjoyed this. A tropical Paradise, full of new animals with abilities to try on, plus one of the hottest superheroines out there bathing in front of him--but alas, it was the older, married Buddy Baker who'd been zeta-beamed to goodness knows where. The zeta beam: the only form of transportation less reliable than the old JLI transporters, and how bad was it that he was having nostalgia for the "teleportationally lost luggage" part of his superheroic career?

Probably the part where he, Starfire, and Adam Strange were lost luggage on a planet whose animals....were not at all like earth animals. He felt into the morphic field and shuddered.

If nothing else, he'd shortly have more to do than sit around and look at the picture of Ellen, Cliff, and Maxine, while endeavoring *not* to look at Starfire and staying out of Adam Strange's way.

Aww, the situations poor Buddy finds himself in. *g*

Thank you!

You're welcome. I'm glad you approve!

The Falcon/Spider-man, pairing of the Angry Semi-Anti-Establishment Young Men. You know you want to!

Peter'd been at a loss ever since the Falcon had first showed up, and that didn't seem likely to change anytime soon.

It was nice of the man to come back to appologize, really. Peter supposed one *did* learn some manners from haning around with Captain America, although apparently not as many as one would expect, given that said appology involved calling Peter "whitey" a time or two.

But all in a days work for your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, and all that. Why, dealing with slightly-unbalanced fellow heroes was almost a regular part of the job.

And hey, most of them seemed to have a grudge against the world of some sort, and while most of Peter's efforts to full-heartedly symapthize with the world being a generally difficult place and all that were met with indelicate comments about Peter's race that had him hard-pressed not to dig out some words for black folks his Aunt had told him to never never say, he seemed, oddly enough, to be making some progress. Any minute now, if there, were, say, a Really Evil Super-Villain handy, they'd be off into a full-on amicable team-up.

Sadly, no Really Evil Super-Villain appeared. Falcon seemed to have been waiting for one too--it's impressive the things you come take for granted in the brightly-colored spandex line of work. Peter commented as much.

Falcon actually laughed, which Peter hadn't managed so much. "Want to come down to my neighborhood? Maybe not so many Evil Cats in Brighly Colored Spandex trying to Take Over The World, but there are plently lesser evils to rectify!"

"No job to small for your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man! I'm right with you."

As they swung off over the rooftops, Falcon commented, "And if there's not enough excitement for you, there's a *great* place I can take you to get some soul food!"

Since you mentioned cap, I think you're going to be slammed with cap requests.

Let me add to it:

Cap observes a few quiet moments amongst the Young Avengers.

Even in the tumult of the underground resistance headquarters, there were quiet moments, if only when it was time to sleep.

Almost from the moment they'd been rescued, the Young Avengers had been active: gawking more-or-less openly at the underground bunker, introducing themselves (or having Cassie Lang introduce them) to the assembled heroes, and requesting places on the rescue missions.

But it was night in the bunker now, even if they could not see the sun, even if a half-shift of the renegades stayed to keep watch for emergencies. The children were assigned to three small rooms, and with a small degree of teenagerly protest, sent to them.

They were so young. Steve Rogers was used to feeling old, even though in body and life experience he was no older than of his colleagues who had been born fifty years after him. But these new Young Avengers--there had been teenager heroes in the new era (since Bucky), but few (save for Rick Jones, when Steve had first emerged into this new time) Steve had been close to. And with the fate of the New Warriors, with the media blasting their youth almost as much as their powers--the Young Avengers seemed even more fragile than they had before.

He wasn't, exactly, doing a bed check (although if the children turned out to be elsewhere, Steve probably *would* go to seek them). In any case, the rooms assigned to the Young Avengers were on the way to Steve's own bunk, and he might just as well pass by.

First was the room occupied by the two girls. He paused in front of it; he heard talking within: from the rhythms, Cassie was telling Kate about the superheroes they had met, and Kate was trying not to sound impressed. All seemed well, so he passed by.

Next was Teddy and Billy's room. He had not been responsible for that particular room assignment, although under the circumstances trying to enforce old-fashioned propriety would seem a bit superfluous. But Teddy and Billy, like Cassie and Kate, seemed to be talking--excitedly comparing notes on the people they'd met. In fact, they seemed to be involved in a heated argument about just who was the coolest hero, now that they'd met more of them in person.

The room occupied by Eli and the young Vision, however, was silent. Steve paused longer in front of it, wondering if he should knock. Eli had always been a little cold toward him, presumably on account of his grandfather; it was a discussion that they should continue sometime, but perhaps not tonight. Certainly not if the young Patriot was taking the opportunity to get valuable sleep. As for the new Vision, occupying the old Iron Lad's armor--a double reminder of lost friends there, dead and estranged--presumably the android did not need sleep as such, but could use the time to replenish and process as much as any of them.

Steve moved on, quietly, to his own room.

Brainiac 5 vs zombies!

"Now Brainy will stand *here* in the middle of the field, far away from innocent bystanders." Cosmic Boy pointed to the map labeled "Zombie Battle Plan," on which was inscribed many arrows and notes. A large, green brain was helpfully included in the center of the field.

"After the zombies are attracted by the Brainy's brains, Team 1--that's you, Shadow Lass, and Ultra Boy and Lightning Lad--will come in from the right."

"Yes, yes, and Team 2 from the left," said Garth. Cos glared at him.

"Where is our bait, anyway?" asked one of Triplicate Girl.

"...while Teams 1 and 2 are getting into position, Team 3 will haul Brainy out from under his lab table. Starting now. Supergirl?"

"Yessir!" said Kara, still brimming over with energy. "Um, who are my teammates?"

"Team 3 is just you. Funny, that," commented Ayla.

"I don't think I get the joke."

"It's a blond joke. You wouldn't understand."

"Lightning Lass, lay off." Ayla rolled her eyes and joined Team 2.

---

Brainiac 5 wasn't, actually, under his lab table. Or, well, he was only under there for very importantly reasons, namely developing Brilliant Technological Anti-Zombie Device that wouldn't require he, Brainy, to get anywhere near said Zombies.

Zombies were every Coluan's nightmare.

It was, of course, because of his Important Research that he didn't answer the first three times Supergirl politely knocked on his door, or even the first time her (lovely) voice called in to him.

The fourth time, the door gave in, and Brainiac 5 reluctantly looked up from his work. "What is it? ...oh hi, Supergirl." Zombies, he reminded himself, zombies. Even if it *was* Supergirl.

"You need to come out, now. You're an important part of the plan!"

"Yes, yes, I'm working on that."

"I don't think you understand."

"I'm Brainiac 5. Of *course* I understand. You all want to use me as bait, because you've acknowledged that I'm the only one around here with brains. I'm staying here until *I* have come up with a better plan."

"But the zombies are coming *now*."

"Then let me work."

"No. I'm going to do my part, and that means moving you." She flew across the room, with a remarkable degree of accuracy and dexterity, and took hold of Brainiac 5.

"--hey! Mind the equipment!"

"If you don't want your items harmed, please put them down."

"Just give me a second?" Kara hovered impatiently. He regretfully put down his research, which wasn't going all that well, anyway, to be honest.

Being hauled bodily from his lab had its compensations. Mostly involving being held--quite closely--by Supergirl.

Being put down again, in the middle of a deserted field, had *no* such compensations, and the levels of Brainy's brain that were still busy thinking ZOMBIES! took precedence.

"Now stay *here*. We'll be back to rescue you soon."

Yielding to the inevitable, Brainiac 5 crossed his arms and cowered in his personal force field. Supergirl disappeared from his sight, and on the horizon there appeared the unforgivable sight of an army of decaying sentients.

"BRAINS!" they cried, in Interlac and a hundred local languages, besides.

Brainy cowered. Supergirl, he thought. Supergirl. Supergirl.

"BRAINS!!! BRAINS!!! BRAINS!!!"

How did I forget to go YAY to this? D:

*makes up for it*

YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY

YAY

i still haven't made further progress on captain america--BAD ME--but a cap/falcon/sharon threesome would make me very, very happy. ^______^

Gender-switched Lanterns playing strip Scrabble.

...well, it was about the most random thing I could come up with!

Since I viewed your post...

How about 'squirel girl'... and the phrase "piece of tail"?

*chuckles evilly**

Squirrel Girl really *liked* her new powers. Some people got all depressed about being mutants, sure, and it was maybe a little bit annoying people teased her about the overbite, but there was nothing like being able to make a difference in the world, or even such a small part of it as Central Park.

Talking to squirrels was nice, too. Much politer than people, really.

Except during mating season. Some of the things those squirrels said to each other--and did, even right in public-like--no shame at all. Her rounded cheeks turned redder and redder as she wandered through the park during *that* time of year.

But she still had her duties, same as any other time, and a crime-fighter can't let propriety get in the way of defending the innocent.

But when one of the males started chittering about in *her* direction, she'd about died of embarrassment.

Not that it wasn't flattering, though. But being referred to as a nice "piece of tail"--hardly any way to address a well-brought up girl.

Still and all, she'd been looking for a sidekick, and when he came up and introduced himself--rather more politely--and offered her a nut, she figured she'd take him on, provisionally. He *was* pretty cute.

Gee, it's hard to type when rolling on the floor.

I have this *vision* of squirl sidekicks. Muggers being bombed with acorns. Packs of flying squirls swooping down on evil-dooers.

Many MANY thanks.

Darklady

You're welcome!

Everyone needs a squirrel sidekick. :D

Dude, I so need some good fic at the moment :-).

I'd really like something about Azrael, but few people seem to know anything about him, so Piper or Trickster or both would be cool in a pinch.

Situation? A date. I think a date would be an amusing thing to see for any of those characters.

That, or something with lots of violence. I'm in an odd mood :-).

Belatedly, here you go. I really hope this works for you! (And speaking of belatedly, did you see the much-delayed Weather Wizard fic?)

The office look like it had been hit by a busload of mischievous children equipped with a whole joke shop’s worth of tricks--or, more to the point, by one of its owners' old crime sprees. James Jesse had augmented the FBI's security system quite brilliantly, if he did say so himself.

In the center of the chaos, Hartley Rathaway sat quite peacefully--if a little worse for wear--going through a file cabinet. "Atom Smasher, Atomic Knight, Atomic Skull, Aurora, Awkward Man, Azazel..." the of discarded files grew on top of a pile of goo next to him. "Aha. And here I thought I'd be looking all night. Thank goodness it was someone in the 'A' file."

A few minutes later, when James returned, Hartley had the file labeled "Azrael" spread out in front of him, and an expression of horrified amusement was growing on his face. Without looking around, he said, "He is a lot cuter in person."

"I'll send a memo about getting prettier pictures for the files." James floated above the mess that was his office on his Airwalking Shoes, giving the various sprung traps a pleased look. He was otherwise clothed in striped pajamas and a polka-dotted bathrobe--not actually his supervillainous outfit, but certainly something that could pass for one in Keystone City. "Looks like the blind date went quite well."

"James, you sent me on a date with a deranged former superhero. A former *Batman*. And to top it off, he was straight."

"But cute!"

"With a homicidal alternate personality."

"Which was why I needed a trusted agent to check up on him!"

"Right. By setting us both up for a really *awkward* blind date. Without telling me about the alternate personality, I might add, or telling *him* he was on a date with a guy."

"So what's your report? Since I was only awakened when you started making a mess of my office, I take it the date went just fine."

Hartley sighed. "For definitions of 'fine' strictly limited to 'no bloodshed', yes."

"Already better than expected! So are you going to call him for a second date?"

"No, I'm not. But he *does* need someone to show him around town and keep him from going nuts, and both of you have nominated me."

James beamed. "Wonderful!"

Hartley glared. "You owe me so much for this."

"Well, then, maybe I won't send you the bill for cleaning my office."

Oh my god. You managed to put all of my bizarre requests in here, and it's wonderfully in character and just plain cool. *grins* Thankyou!

Post it to the SB list! Post it!

Oh, and I added the Weather Wizard fic to the ficathon list, but I forgot to tell you that I thought it was very cool. Sorry! :-)

Thank you so much--I'm especially happy you say it's in character, since you're pretty much the authority on *that* subject.

I'm glad you read the Weather Wizard fic, too--sorry for the belatedness of it, and also my response here.

*goes off to post to SB*

I'd like to see you try out a Jim Corrigan/Ted Grant drabble. You seem to find the pairing okay and I'd love to see how you handle these two guys.

Sorry this is so late--but here you go!

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Jim was rather surprised that his other half didn't punish him, or even comment. The Spectre must have *known*; even beyond his usual omniscience, it wasn't as if Jim put much effort into hiding what goes on in Ted's gym on the nights when the Spectre came home smelling of blood and brimstone, as usual, and Jim came home smelling of sweat and sex and man.

Jim never did it when Spectre was inside of him. He might have been tempting the Spectre to punish him as a sinner, but he wasn't blatant enough to commit *this* particular sin in front of the Vengeance of God.

(As opposed to the sins, such as murder and assault, that Spectre was full party and instigator to.)

Besides, the Spectre made Ted uncomfortable, even though he'd never admit it. Going into battle with your fists beside the Wrath of the Lord was one thing, putting those same fists around his ghostly manhood another.

So little of Jim's life anymore was a matter just between men; it was for that, as much as for the physical release, that he continued to seek his teammate out.

Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU! :) Although I don't think the Wrath of God would care that his human half had sex with another man unless it was adultery or rape. Any lingering prejudice would be more on Corrigan's half rather than Moonface's (My take on it is that Corrigan would probably make politcally-incorrect gay jokes just because he finds it funny and using out-of-date terminology. But other than that, he'll judge you by your moral character.).

Ghostly Manhood? XD! For reasons that I won't get into right at the moment, I don't think the Spectre has a penis unlike his human host. Of course, he might create a temporary one if he does fall in love with somebody.

I'm probably the only Golden Age Spectre fan who has dirty thoughts like this. ;)

You're welcome!

And no, Spec doesn't seem to care that Jim's having sex with Ted--but since Corrigan's doubtless been raised to think that it's Wrong, he's not going to be *quite* comfortable having the Wrath of God watching him do it!

Spec probably doesn't ordinarily have a penis, although Jim's penis is, strictly speaking, also ghostly!

And I don't think you're *quite* the only one. *eyes

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Oooh. A ficlet about one of the Nazi Boiz. Red Skull or Zemo or the Struckers. Or all of them.

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