Request ficlets
Jun. 18th, 2006 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caiusbackupI'm writing the request ficlets rather more slowly than last time, but I am writing them!
So far we have:
Namor/Human Torch (Jim Hammond version) for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mizzmarvel
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 to, and he'd heard far worse on the battlefield. The boys had, 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.
Animal Man, forratcreature
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.
Falcon/Spider-Man, forrabican
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 hanging 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 ever 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 of lesser evils to rectify!"
"No job too 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!"
So far we have:
Namor/Human Torch (Jim Hammond version) for
mizzmarvelSteve 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 to, and he'd heard far worse on the battlefield. The boys had, 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.
Animal Man, for
ratcreatureIn 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.
Falcon/Spider-Man, for
rabicanPeter'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 hanging 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 ever 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 of lesser evils to rectify!"
"No job too 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!"
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Date: 2006-06-19 07:59 pm (UTC)Also, poor Steve. It's *hard* being on a team with Namor!
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Date: 2006-06-20 12:00 am (UTC)Thank you for trying to fix this!
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Date: 2006-06-21 12:13 pm (UTC)Poor Animal Man. He's going to get back and his wife will ask him what he was doing and all he be able to say is, "Not looking at naked Starfire, that's for sure!"
And yay for the seventies. Oh sure, golden age has some good crack but do not underestimate the seventies for bringing it, too.