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yandere-wishes · 4 years

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The Sleep Over

So this is a gift for @poisonepel and @unofficial-twstd for everything she’s done for the twisted wonderland fandom! It doesn’t involve anything yandere relatted which means that the quality of my usual crappy writing has gone down even farther. Still I hope you enjoy! Oh and taking @juliefandom for this too!

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The winds whistle caused an eerie tapping of the tree branches against the broken windows of the Ramshackle dorm. Inside the weary old dormitory, a single lightbulb illuminated the master bedroom.

However, despite the gloomy, morbid atmosphere circulating around the run-down house, the residents both permanent and temporary where too wrapped up in their little game to note the environment. Laughter filled the room as Ace frantically hopped from foot to foot trying to relay a message, he slashed his arms back and forth loosely in an exaggerated manner.

"...An elephant?" Deuce raised an eyebrow, brain trying to come up with what his dorm mate could possibly be.

'Isn't it obvious? He's a monkey!" Grim declared loudly from his spot on MC's lap.

"No Grim monkeys don't act like that! I'd say he's a dog that got his tail stepped on!" Grim craned his head to stare at the foreigner from a strange land, a dark shadow fell over his teel eyes, he stuck his tongue out then pounced onto a pile of forgotten pillows in the corner. " MC there is no way that THE Grim is wrong! Tell them Ace! Tell them I'm right."

Ace signed, flopping dramatically on the ground, the floorboards screamed in pain from his wight, but much like the other abnormalities of the house, the small crew disregarded it. The redhead crossed his arms and pouted, his orange eye glowed with frustration. "How dense are you morons? I didn't expect Grim or Mc to get it cause they've made it very clear they know absolutely nothing. But you Deuce? How in the queen's name didn't you figure it out?!" Deuce momentarily tore he attend away from a pack of cards he'd been shuffling. His gaze was dull and laced with border and indifference. "Because you couldn't act if your life depended on it..." The room fell silent, Grim snicked behind his paw and MC tried they're best to hold in they're laughter. Ace on the, on the other hand, had gone as red as the heart on his eye. His mouth stretched open, teeth parted ready to yell at the crude comment, but his rival beat him to the punch.

"Since Ace has proved to be incompetent in charades and I highly doubt Grim will be any better, let's play old maid, my mother uses to play it with me all the time back home." Deuce turned to MC, all signs of malice and boredom erased from his visage. Instead, there was a beaming smile. He didn't wait for MC's reply instead he started tossing the cards to the group.

Ace quickly seized his cards, eyes scanning the cards and a charming smirk playing at his lips and he peeked over his deck and mouthed a thank you to Deuce and pretended to blow him a kiss. Grimm merely stared at his cards, a confused look dancing across his furry face. "W-what the heck is....old laid?" the smallest member of your little pack asked.

Ace burst out laughing, his voice bounced off the walls, causing the ghosts that slept in the attack to start moaning and whining for you lot to keep it down. "Maid, Grim not laid, maid" MC corrected, they could vaguely recall reading about the game in an old history textbook back when she'd been studying old England. It was rather astonishing that such a trifling game from the "normal" world, was played -and commonly at that- in this paradox Eden.

"The game is pretty easy" Deuce started to explain "everyone gets an even amount of cards. You look at your delt cards and try to find any pairs like aces, kings, etc if you have any, you throw them in the middle. Then you get the player on your left to pick a card without looking at the deck. If the card they chose makes a pair with one of your preexisting cards then you toss them with the rest of the pairs. This shall endure until someone is left with the queen of hearts. That person shall be beheaded....in a manner of speaking" Noting the paled, mortified expression on grim's face, Deuce quickly corrected himself. "I-I mean they lose..."

"don't worry Grim Riddle won't randomly appear out of thin air and chop off your head" Mc tried to ease the cat's uneasy ness, they gently started stroking there back.

The first round went surprisingly well. Ace was so concentrated on every little move he made. Deuce was quieter than usual, his mind guessing who was the unfortunate soul with the queen in they're possession. It turned out to be Grim for that round...

and the following round and the one after that and the one after that one as well...

"This game is rigged! You guys teamed up on me! How could you!" Grim's shouting started leaving cracks in the already semi-broken mirrors. "This isn't fair-!" Having gotten fed up with the fire wielders' constant endless complaining, MC threw a pillow at them. They'd forgotten that despite is big mouth Grim was still just a cat, which made him very lightweight. The pillow despite also being lightweight and extremely soft sent the small creature flying. He crashed into one of the walls, causing the old, violet tinted materials to dent and small sharps to crumble onto the floor. The pillow wordlessly tumbled to the ground, Grim's corps followed landing with a thud on the soft feathery cushion.

A thick silence feels on the broken down room. No one moved, no one spoke, everyone held they're breaths. Waiting...

Grim didn't move, he didn't so much as make a peep. Deuce was the first to make a move. He crawled over to Grim and shook him, seeing if he was out of commission or not. The cat made a sudden hissing noise before springing up. Paws balled into tiny fists, he tried to lift the pillow and swing it at MC. But the headrest proved to be much too heavy for him. Watching him fail over and over and over again, Deuce reluctantly picked up the pillow and with more force than necessary threw it at MC's face.

"The hell was that for?" Ace asked already running over to Deuce armed with his own pillow. He brought down the fussy headrest on Deuces back. The sheer intensity caused Deuce to fall face-first on the dusty ground. Having bounced back MC charged forward with their own pillow and begun viciously attacking Deuce with it.

Noticing the gravity and defenseless Deuce, Grim tugged a pillow over to the poor navy haired boy. Quickly Deuce grasped it and swung ant Ace's side. This caused the redhead to lose his balance and trip backward. Seeing his chance Deuce straddled him and began to rapidly hit the pillow on his face. MC noting the distraction of the two boys crawled behind Deuce and pounced on him, shoving him away from Ace, who took the chance and shoved his pillow over Deuce's face.

While the commotion was taking place. Grim had plopped down by the window. He was scrolling through a tiny smartphone the director had provided him with. He smiled a flustered smile as he gazed upon the photo of a blue Unidragon named Julie. The furry kitty cat closed his eyes and let out an excited squeal, his pitch fork tail swung side to side in excitement. He was brought out of his happy state by MC calling his name.

"Grim get the lights and get to sleep, you trickster."

The cat's attention flew back to his friends, noticing how they were all lying on their sleeping bags and slowly dozing off. Once he'd turned the lights off, the furry fire creature curled up next to MC, eyes closed and ready to drift off to his dreams.

"Hey MC.." "Yeah Grim" "I'm glad you fell out of that mirror" "Yeah me two.." "Hey MC" "Yeah Grim" "Sweet dreams" "Somehow I doubt that"

MC finally shut their own eyes, prepping for yet another bizarre dream.

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thebibliomancer · 4 years

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #212: Men of Deadly Pride!

October, 1981

Here they are -- the new Avengers!

But not the New Avengers (the difference is that the hairy monster they have is Tigra instead of Wolverine).

And they are having difficulty.

I don’t know what they did to piss off Galadriel over here (I mean yes I do, she says it right on the cover) but she is kicking their asses.

A dark queen indeed.

Not much to actually say about the cover. Uh, the composition looks neat! There we go. A thing.

So lets jump inside.

Where in a moody dawn scene, Jarvis walks alone through a nearly empty Avengers mansion, little knowing he is being stalked until

RAWWR! IT IS CAT!

Tigra jumps out to do him a startle.

C’mon, Tigra. Be nice.

You’re the only Avenger actually staying in the mansion so try not to terrorize the butler.

And he was bringing you a glass of milk for your breakfast!

Although he says that he’s dealt with a lot of unsettling things and he’s learned to maintain him composure. He didn’t even spill a drop.

Jarvis: “I must say, madame, that I find you rather more unsettling than our previous resident Avengers!”

Tigra: “Oh? You a cat-lover, Jarv?”

AND DON’T FLIRT WITH HIM EITHER TIGRA GEEZ

Poor Jarvis is even allergic to cats which seems to include giant cat women.

Jarvis asks how she got this way, prompting Tigra to give a very laconic backstory that once there was a human Greer Nelson who got almost dead and then the cat-people saved her life by turning her into a cat-person.

Tigra: “And, so, here I am, one pretty kitty! But, c’mon, Jarv, does it matter how I got this sexy?”

Jarvis clarifies that he meant how she got this way as in her upbringing. Like, why you so rude.

I guess I’ll just be grateful that this is just playful Tigra flirtiness as opposed to ‘i must make out with someone 24/7 oh hey a supervillain sure I’ll make you with you’ hypersexuality she’d have while on the West Coast Avengers, in the future.

Elsewhere, Tony Stark is decompressing from his one night stand, Teri. Admiring her very comfy couch, grateful that she’s still asleep so he can sneak out (Tony, you cad), and lamenting being on the wagon. When all that’s left to drink is scotch, bourbon, and half a can of warm, flat Dr. Pepper, you drink that Dr. Pepper if you’re Tony Stark.

Tony calls his secretary to have a janitorial crew clean up after the party and to send up a dozen roses for Teri.

And then he flies out the window as Iron Man, the Man Who Kisses and Runs! as Teri wakes up and is like ‘hey tonykins what the hell was that whooshing sound?’

Tony, you cad.

And elsewhere meanwhile, Steve Rogers wakes up promptly at six o’clock in the damn morning bright as the sun and raring to go. Disgusting. Truly disgusting.

I joked about Steve getting up at 6 to run ten miles and whatever because of him criticizing Beast that time but its sickening to see it in action.

Anyway, after he damn sings in the shower like the perky morning man he is, he bounces out the window to the first Avengers meeting since the roster shake-up, musing how little they know about Tigra and how he’ll have to keep an eye on her because he doesn’t know if she’ll crack under pressure or not.

And then onto, ok wow, we are just having full pages of individual Avengers going about their mornings.

So we’re onto Normal Human Man Dr. Donald Blake reaching the end of the night shift he just pulled at a hospital.

Nurse Wilson pretty blatantly flirts with him (thinking to herself “C’mon, doc! Notice that I’m a woman! I dare you!”). Normal Human Man Dr. Donald Blake doesn’t seem to notice but his thoughts are on her, wishing he could take her out for lunch but that he has important Avengers business.

He then taps his walking stick and transforms into Thor and flies off towards the mansion.

And that brings us to Cresskill where Janet van Dyne aka the Wasp and Hank Pym aka Yellowjacket are going about their morning.

Befitting her blase attitude last issue, Jan just wants to stay in bed longer and cuddle but Hank is desperate not to be late to his first meeting as a newly active Avenger again.

So he’s in costume and ready to go while she’s still choosing which of her many many costumes to wear. Albeit with the ulterior motive that she’s trying to look good for him. She does put in like 90% of the effort into the relationship.

So she’s narrowed her choices down to a red and blue costume and a green and purple outfit that looks like maybe she raided the Green Goblin’s wardrobe. She asks Hank to decide for her.

And he does. In a sense.

He blasts the green and purple number to shreds and yells “Wear the other one!” and when she protests the destruction of her stuff he goes “So what? Like you said you’ve got lots!”

Hmm. We haven’t seen Hank in a while. And he didn’t talk much last issue what with all the Moondragoning. But he’s taken a bit of a level in being a jackass.

And then on the ride to the mansion, the limo gets stuck in traffic.

Yellowjacket: “That does it! You can ride in your blasted chauffeured limo so your two-hundred dollar hair-do doesn’t get mussed -- but I’m flying to Avengers Mansion under my own power!”

And then he ditches. He ditches hard. Leaving Wasp to fly after him begging him to wait.

You’re a bit of a rude, Hank.

Like Hank feared, the two do arrive late to the meeting and he is gently ribbed by sudden class clown Captain America.

Captain America: “Well, look who’s finally here! Now the Wasp has arrived with her new partner -- uh, Yellowjacket, right? We can get started!”

Is funny joke. Its been a time so they’re pretending he’s a new guy and ha ha he’s being described as Wasp’s partner instead of vice versa. What an upset.

And it is an upset. Tigra notices what the other Avengers seem to miss, that Cap’s joke just pissed Yellowjacket off.

And its not helped when Cap mentions that its time to elect a new chairman but Iron Man interrupts to say that he and Thor have agreed that its better for Cap to remain chairman. They did just reorganize the roster and all. Some stability is fine.

Thor: “We choose to waive the elections! Such is our right as founding members!”

And this sets Yellowjacket right the hell off.

Yellowjacket: “Is that so? Well, I resent not being consulted! As the Ant Man I was a founding member, too!”

Iron Man: “uh, of course Hank... you and the Wasp! But you came in late... we’d already decided...”

Yeah! The Wasp too!

But Yellowjacket has some kind of insect in his bonnet and he yells that he’s done being forgotten and treated as a has-been while Janet just silently cringes. She wonders what’s happened to the man she loves. And why he won’t let her reach him anymore.

The meeting continues but the scene transitions.

To a cottage in an isolated glade among the wooded hills of Virginia. Where the olde talking power couple of Gorn and Linnea wake up. Linnea wants to lay in bed with Gorn a while longer but he decides NAY TIME TO GET UP NOW.

Hey wait.

Hmmm.

I’m sensing... thematic parallels. I’m sure its nothing, though.

Anyway, Gorn is tired of living a quiet idyllic life in a beautiful glade with a woman who dearly loves him, as they’ve done for ten thousand years. His dander is up and he wants battles to fight and glory to win! He’s tired of being safe in the glade, protected by Linnea’s power. He’s a warrior, not a farmer!

(I see no evidence of farming around the cottage, just saying)

And since its either be ditched or go with him, Linnea decides to go with him.

Gorn: “You are beautiful in that gown, Linnea. Men shall again call you Elf-Queen as they did in ancient days!”

Linnea/Elf-Queen: “They also called me witch and devil-spawn! They are ever so cruel to my kind!”

Gorn: “Aye, and once we fled them! This time, if we must, we shall fight them!”

Ah, geez, Gorn. The cover implies this won’t go well for you.

So Gorn and Elf-Queen, him on foot and her on horseback) wander into Washington DC literally looking for trouble.

But before trouble, something to eat. Looking for an inn, they wander into a random restaurant.

Gorn, being Gorn, immediately starts yelling at the maitre d’, who he assumes is the innkeeper.

And here’s a bit of an interesting and not often used touch. Even though all speech bubbles are rendered without <> as is sometimes used to denote someone speaking a different language, Gorn and Elf-Queen Linnea are in fact speaking an ancient language.

Nobody can understand a thing they say.

And they can’t understand modern English.

This is a perfect setup for some farce.

Gorn ends up just yelling that he wants food and the maitre d’ gets the gist even though he doesn’t understand the words. This is Washington DC. A lot of people from other countries wander through. So he shows them to a table.

Linnea and Gorn decide that the maitre d’ is probably the innkeeper’s idiot brother. I mean, that’s probably why he can’t understand normal language, right?

And there’s more culture shock to be had. Linnea is realizing how differently dressed everyone is in this era. None of the men are even wielding swords!

Elf-Queen Linnea: “And the women, Gorn -- ! The way they’re dressed --! Like -- like harlots!”

Gorn: “Aye! Hmmm...” -totally staring at a butt and not paying attention-

Linnea: “Gorn... ?! I-if we stay here... would you like me to dress so? I do not know if I can learn the ways of these women... but for you my love, I would try! Gorn... ?”

Gorn: “Mmm...” -still not paying attention-

Linnea: (Oh, Gorn! For ten thousand years we have dwelt together in solitude, as one in our love! Am I to lose you now, here in this city of temptresses?)

Hmmm.... this reminds me of something.... but what?

A Barry Kaplan interrupts her inferiority anxiety by coming up and trying to hire her as a fashion model.

And neither Barry nor Linnea can understand each other still.

But she senses something of his intentions and warns him that this isn’t a good idea since she’s sitting next to a warrior and all.

Barry is like ‘maybe if I try other languages?’

And then Gorn notices. And Gorn is displeased.

Gorn: “NO ONE TOUCHES GORN’S WOMAN!”

Barry: “I warn you, I’ve had six jiu-jitsu lessons!”

Wow!

So Gorn gets up from that and just bodily lifts the guy over his head (Barry lamenting that he dropped out before jiu-jitsu lesson seven). But if you get the barbarian or warrior dropped into a modern setting trope they’re usually just way better than any soft modern man. So its funny to see this random dink get the better of Gorn, even if its just the preamble to what would have been Gorn delivering a thorough beatdown.

Its just not what you expect to see in this story.

Linnea magics Barry out of Gorn’s hands, trying to defuse the situation but Gorn interprets the situation as her ‘unmanning’ him.

Gorn: “Why, Linnea? Why do you seek to unman me? Is it not enough that your power has preserved my youth and kept me for centuries? Must you now interfere in my battles?”

Linnea meekly apologizes.

And then the maitre d’ comes pissed off that this loud, shouting weirdo started a fight and is going to call the police on them. Until Linnea goes ‘oh right we should pay for the damage we caused’ and gives the maitre d’ a gold and diamond necklace.

And the maitre d’ mentally goes cha-ching and reroutes an order about to be served to give to the big spending non-English speaking weirdos.

When Gorn and Elf-Queen finally leave the restaurant wouldn’t you know it, someone stole their damn horse!

What kind of city is it where you can’t leave a horse tied to a parking meter without someone making off with it??

Linnea once again is like ‘hey lets go home to our nice glade where nobody ever stole our horse’

Gorn: “It is your home, Linnea, where I am but a guest -- nay, a pet kept by your grace. Ages ago, I was a renowed warrior, honored and feared by nations and kings! If I am to be a man in my own eyes I must regain the glory I once knew!”

And then a cop comes up to Gorn because you can’t just carry a sword around Washington DC.

Gorn: “Eh? His words are gibberish but the intent is clear! This blue-clad warrior issues me a challenge! Have at thee scoundr- AHH!”

And then the cop just maces Gorn.

Its not funny like the talent agent tossing him into a salad bowl because: cops. Its still a little funny because: Gorn.

Anyway, while Gorn is screaming and coughing the cop just slaps some handcuffs on him.

And Linnea magics the cop away from her boyfriend and worries over him.

Given this new horrible thing that has happened to them, another in a line of horrible things happening to them once they left their home, Linnea begs Gorn again to give up this quest to fight a random thing to make himself feel manly.

Linnea: “I am so worried, Gorn! The world has grown so strange! There is so much here that we do not understand! Please, let us go back before something terrible befalls us!”

He again refuses and she asks if he would die for his pride.

So he slaps her across the face.

And after all that she’s meekly gone along with his whims and tantrums and whatever else ways to describe Gorn’s exceptionally gornish way of being, she draws the line here.

Linnea: “Go ahead, Gorn -- stay! Win your stupid ‘glory’! I do not care! Farewell!”

And she just walks away into the sky, twinkle, because she can do that.

When she’s too far to hear he whispers an apology but its too late and he sadly trudges off alone into the city.

Wow, that was six pages of just Gorn and Linnea, Elf-Queen. That’s nearly a fourth of the whole issue! We spend a lot of time with these two new characters!

Back at Avengers Mansion, Iron Man and Yellowjacket prep the Quinjet to fly.

Wasp: “You mean we’re going all the way to Washington, D.C. just because somebody there claims they saw a woman walking on air? What’s new about that? I do it every time my sweetie Hank gives me a wink! Then, again, they do have some wonderful stores there! Last time I went there I bought six fur coats!”

Tigra: “Sounds expensive! I’m lucky! Mine’s built in!”

Iron Man chimes in that the air-walking woman also assaulted a cop so clearly this looks like a job for the Avengers.

But when they finish up checking the Quinjet, Yellowjacket says that he’s discovered the ‘sonomodulator circuit’ on his disruptor gun is acting up.

He’s pretty sure he can fix it but Wasp chimes in with a more different idea.

Wasp: “I’ll just ring up Jeeves over at the East Side Penthouse! He can grab one of those doohickies from your lab there and zip right over in the limo! It’ll just take a few minutes!”

Yellowjacket: “You love doing that, don’t you? You love taking every opportunity to flaunt your blasted money! Well, I don’t need your butlers, your cars or your money -- and I don’t need you!”

And Wasp runs off crying that she only wanted to help. Yellowjacket storms into the Quinjet telling the other Avengers to forget Wasp and get going.

Making the other Avengers feel very awkward about witnessing this fight. Cap even feels as if he should do something but doesn’t know what since its a personal matter.

A suggestion? Mandated couples counseling since this kind of thing could affect the team, will be the reason you give? Like. This clearly is something that’s going to cause trouble. Get ahead of it, Cap.

Meanwhile, back in Washington D.C. because yes Gorn didn’t just walk out of the book forever alone. He walked into a very honestly uncomfortably stereotypical gang who decide hey maybe we should mug that guy with the sword, it’ll probably pawn for something.

Gorn still can’t understand a thing anyone says but they’re carrying weapons and finally here’s a situation he understands. And finally he also doesn’t get played for a chump. He just wades into the crowd of six and starts laying them out with his bare hands.

This is what you’d typically see for a warrior type dropped into modern world thing.

Oh and then the cops hear the fight and go hey its that guy with the sword that there was an APB about.

And Gorn goes, hey its guys wearing the same livery of the guy that got me with that stinging vapor. Time to run at them with a sword.

So they shoot him five times.

And he dies.

It turns out that Linnea has been watching Gorn from a distance this whole time, apparently unwilling to actually ditch. So she sees him get gunned down.

She floats down from the sky to his side and realizes that he is already dead. The cops mistake sky woman for an angel (but there was an APB out for Gorn so why didn’t the flying woman warrant a mention?) but if Linnea is, she’s an avenging one.

She turns on the cops with her magic and makes them sink up to their necks into the concrete.

Elf-Queen: “Are you begging? It is for naught! He’s dead! DEAD! My love is dead -- and this city, this world shall PAY!”

And she turns her magic on Washington D.C., blasting a building and a helicopter, lashing out in grief at the world that killed her dickbag boyfriend.

This is when the Avengers finally arrive to the Plot, in this Avengers book.

The Avengers just see someone breaking property and go to stop her.

Captain America: “Avengers... attack!”

Of course, Tony being Tony, and kind of a loose man immediately gets distracted at the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Iron Man: “Excuse me, miss! Couldn’t we discuss whatever’s bothering you... say, over dinner at the diplomat club?”

Its... not a bad idea. A little bit of empathy. Its just his motive that’s bad.

And also, his inability to speak ancient languages. Elf-Queen still can’t understand a thing anyone says. She does think a flying man in armor is something Gorn would have liked. But that just makes her mad.

So she magics a railing to wrap up Iron Man.

Thor grabs Elf-Queen from behind, pulling her arm behind her back. Its strikingly reminiscent of the Standard Female Grab Area trope but Elf-Queen doesn’t believe in that trope.

Elf-Queen: “You are strong, jackal! Your strength might have been enough to hold even me -- had you not presumed I was as frail as I appear!”

And she throws Thor into what is probably a monument.

Hmm, Iron Man and Thor got dunked so far because they really underestimated this woman because she’s a woman. Maybe don’t do that?

Meanwhile, Yellowjacket is thinking that this is his chance to prove what a star he is, if he’s the one that takes the threat down with his disruptor blast.

While Elf-Queen distracts herself with the dropped Mjolnir, Yellowjacket tries to shoot her with his disruptor from behind.

But it shorts out again!

Maybe he should have gotten the replacement part instead of trying to jury-rig a repair!

Elf-Queen senses the power in Mjolnir and tries to pick it up to better smash the world but finds she can’t lift it.

She guesses that there’s some enchantment on it since it doesn’t crumble the ground beneath it.

So she magics the ground to form a hand to grab and lift Mjolnir.

And then she hits Thor in the face with his own hammer. Hah.

Another for the list of silly Mjolnir loopholes.

Linnea monologues about her backstory because. Look. She may not be a villain. And people may not be able to understand a word she says. But people in comics have to comic.

Elf-Queen: “I am Linnea, called Elf Queen and great is the power I was born with! It transported my love and me across the ocean to this land ages ago in search of solitude! It preserved our youth! It kept us hidden when civilization spread its taint hither! The forces, forms and sustenance of the world bend to my will -- but all my power cannot help my Gorn now! Now, my gift serves only as a means for vengeance!”

Iron Man manages to tear free of the railing wrapped around him just as Tigra loudly pounces at Elf-Queen.

And Elf-Queen just gestures and sends Tigra flying into the air. High, high into the air. So high, so into the air that Iron Man has to fly after her to make sure Tigra doesn’t end up asphyxiating in space.

With all of the other Avengers out of action (or standing around uselessly like Yellowjacket), Elf-Queen turns out wrath on Captain America.

She blasts a building, sending a whole wall at him.

Cap dodges through the rain of rubble and berates himself. He realizes that he should have attacked sooner but he’s been holding back, trying to figure things out.

She’s speaking a language that doesn’t sound like any he knows of. Her clothes seem to be of ancient design. And he’s wondering if she maybe just popped out of the past, somehow surviving from some age undreamt of.

And hey, relatable, kinda. He spent decades in suspended animation.

Elf-Queen throws a lake of fire between her and Cap and Cap figures hey she’ll expect me to go around. So he jumps over it, doing her a startle.

Cap: “Good! I took her completely off guard! This is a perfect chance -- to show her that we want only peace!”

So he stands in front of her, hands to his side, palms showing. Showing no aggression.

Elf-Queen: “You did not strike when you had the opportunity! I could slay you easily now! Unflinchingly you face death! How like... my Gorn... my brave warrior!”

The fight could have ended here. Could. Could have. Could’ve.

Because Yellowjacket has been focused entirely on fixing his disruptor this whole time and has not paid any attention to how the fight has been going.

So when he gets the disruptor fixed, he doesn’t think ‘oh hey Cap is standing there and nobody is currently fighting!’ he thinks ‘wow this is a really easy shot’ and shoots Elf-Queen in the back.

And turns out that Linnea - a person who can toss Thor around - can also weather a disruptor. So she’s just mad. Furiously.

She figures that Cap’s courage was just a bold ruse. So she’s going to kill him. AFTER she throws a car at Yellowjacket.

Yellowjacket: “Oh, no! My sting’s shorted out again! No time to dodge! I’ll be crushed!”

But before Hank can be crushed like some kind of insect, can’t really think of a specific example, he is saved by Jan, who comes out of nowhere and blasts the car away with all of her might.

And apparently car blasting is under that umbrella.

But it takes it out of her and she weakly flutters to the ground.

Hank has mixed feelings about not being dead.

Yellowjacket: “You -- you saved me! You shattered the truck with your bio-electric sting! You saved me! You! She must have followed us down here... probably chartered a plane! She followed us down here, and when I was dead meat for sure, she saved me! Why her? WHY?”

Where are you in your life where you have to ask that, Hank?

Elf-Queen is like well that just happened but I’m just going to try to kill him again.

But Cap jumps in front of her again and very assertively non-aggressives.

Captain America: “Don’t do it! Don’t you see? It was a mistake -- an accident! If only you could understand me! Don’t kill him!”

Elf-Queen: “You dare stand in my way? Can you not see the rage in my eyes?”

But nonetheless, she subsides. The Avengers all re-assemble, ready to rush her but Cap tells them to stand down.

Elf-Queen Linnea starts crying and just walks away from the team.

Feeling a bit awkward, Cap decides to follow her to see what’s what. And they find her crying over Gorn.

Thor: “A fallen warrior! Her husband, perchance?”

Captain America: “Somehow I -- I think I knew! I mean... I’m not surprised! She seemed... grief-stricken!”

Iron Man: “I -- I wonder how this all came to pass?”

They’ll probably never know. The shot isn’t wide enough to say for sure but I think that if the Avengers saw, they’d say. I’m pretty sure those cops Linnea sank into the concrete have finished sinking. So it goes.

Cap says he’s sorry for what happened, knowing that his words will probably mean nothing to her. Language gap and all.

Linnea: “I hear compassion in your voice, brave champion! Is there such a thing in this cold, cruel place, save in your own heart? I cannot forgive your world for what it has taken from me.. but, for you, who are so much alike my beloved... for you, I will go in peace... for now!”

Yeah. She’s never coming back.

This is her and Gorn’s only appearance.

So despite Tigra wondering if she’ll be back and despite Iron Man’s suspicion that she might be a mutant, it doesn’t matter.

She’s done her role in the narrative and she’s gone.

But as the Avengers try to figure out what this was all about, Wasp looks at Yellowjacket with worry. For the issue ends with him still consumed in bitter thoughts and oblivious to Wasp.

And the big next time teaser says COURT MARTIAL! so. Yeah.

We’re coming on to a storyline that anyone who knows at least two things about Hank Pym knows. You probably already know it or will be able to guess it.

I was familiar with this story but only the moment where Hank shoots Elf-Queen in the back and makes things worse for himself. I hadn’t absorbed via osmosis how much of a shit he was being throughout. And nobody ever talks about Gorn.

Which is a shame.

The title of the issue comes right out and connects the obvious dots.

“Men of deadly pride!”

And that can only be Hank Pym and Gorn.

Much of this issue doesn’t actually feature the Avengers. There’s this long stretch in the middle that just has Gorn and Linnea leaving their home, traveling to the big city, Gorn’s attitude getting worse and worse, and finally his death.

Its clear enough that Gorn represents Hank Pym.

Hank rails against Janet for flaunting her money and emotionally withdraws from her and even becomes angry with her. He rankles at the idea he might be perceived her partner instead of vice versa. Feels he’s not being given the respect he deserves.

While Gorn resents that Linnea is the one caring for him. He emotionally withdraws from her. He perceives himself a pet to her. That he was once renowned and desperately needs to regain his glory.

And he just gets angrier when Linnea has to rescue him from his dumb mistakes.

Much like Jan had to rescue Hank in this issue, something that basically made Hank check out of the rest of the issue.

I don’t know what Gorn may have been like ten thousand years ago that Linnea sees him in Captain America most, but he’s a shadow for Hank Pym.

And what’s interesting is how the story looks at Gorn and his machismo. His obsessive preoccupation with proving himself. The story highlights the problems he creates for himself eventually leading to his death. It shows a person that just can’t live in the modern world.

And then the story looks at Hank Pym. One of the 60s style manly men holdovers. Paints him in much the same light. And seems to ask. “Can you live in the modern world?”

The question is in the air.

Its not particularly deep symbolism. But it surprised me that nobody ever mentions it.

Interestingly, if Hank is Gorn then Jan is Linnea. Their personalities are different enough that this might seem strange.

But they both draw the line in a similar place with their partners.

And there was a What If? based on this issue What If? #35 where Hank did die, much as Gorn did. And Wasp became an avenging angel of her own. Taking the identity of Black Wasp and brutally attacking criminals.

She even contemplates letting Cap be killed by falling debris, blaming him for Hank’s death.

All I can say is that this has been one awkward first day for Tigra.

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Two dresses and a cat

AN: This is my entry for @true-queen-of-mischief ´s writing challenge ->check it out there are still prompts left.

I wasn´t able to come up with a better title :(

Warnings: Nope

Words: 1042 or so

Loki, Thor, Scott Lang, Tony Stark and Sam Wilson used the free days (the whole team had), to have a little mead and whiskey testing- session.

No need to say, it quickly went out of hand and soon it was more of a very expensive (and exclusive) drinking contest, combined with all kinds of drunken games and stupor.

Currently, they were playing a game of dare.

“I dare you- to-to steal something out of the Widows room Antthief.” The billionaire dared.

“It´s Antman. Never mind. Sorry boss, but I don´t want to mess with her. She´s creepy when she´s angry. And I want to see my daughter growing up.” The man in question declined, flinching only on the thought what the ex-assassin would do to him.

“Lady Romanov would come after you as well, Man of Iron. Should she find out it was your doing.”

Thor piped in.

“Fine- there is no use of a dead thief and I like my life how it is. Well, then get something out of (y/n)´s room. I am even so generous and take part of the blame.” Tony Stark declared.

“Will be right back.” And with these words, Antman stumbled towards the designated room.

He, Stark and Shuri had worked on the technology used in his suit and he was now able to change his size without wearing his full body condom 24/7. (Biggest thanks to T´Challa and his sister for the vibranium technology).

Now the size of an ant, the man sneaked beneath the door and returned to his regular size, as soon as he had enough room.

Not wanting to disturb his comrade’s privacy even more, the thief turned around on the search for something obvious he could take with him.

His eyes felt on some clothing, that laid disregarded on her bed.

Upon a closer look, he was able to identify it, as a red dress and a drunken whistle escaped his lips.

It must be very formfitting and (y/n) always declared she hated dresses and would never EVER wear one in her life or afterlife.

Stumbling down the hallway back to his drinking buddies, Scott made his arrival known.

“You will never believe, what I found!” He held the dress up into the air, for anyone to see it.

“Sure you went into the right room?” Sam mocked his friend and colleague.

“Yeah. Her name was on the nametag next to the door. Alright, it´s my turn now. Sam, we all know how much you like cats. I happen to have a pair of cat ears and a tail from my daughters Halloween party. I dare you to pretend to be a cat for ten minutes and send a video of it to her and the other avengers. Claiming you want to be called `Tabby´ from now on, instead of ´Falcon´!”

“Boooooooring! Reindeergames, it´s your turn to dare your brother.” Tony interrupted with an extremely false yawn.

“Why do I even bother to participate in these dull mortal games.” The god in questions sighted.

“Come on brother, this is fun. Give me a task and I will fulfil it.” The god of thunder announced with his booming voice.

“Fine. Then I dare you to wear the dress, your friend just stole.”

“Lent”, Antman coughed.

“-or do you go back on your word? I will provide magic, so it might survive.” Loki grinned, maybe this game could be fun after all.

Never one to go back on his word, Thor got undressed to his underpants and pulled the red fabric over his head. As promised, it widened and fitted like a second skin. It barely reached his knees and every muscle shined through.

Every camera in the room was cast on the god wearing a dress. And it was clear as daylight, there was no way anyone would let him forget that.

Tony already ordered FRIDAY to make a life-sized 3D Print for the common area.

But the laughter was short lived.

“Wait? IS THAT MY DRESS?!” (y/n)´s voice shouted over the laughter, that died immediately.

Turning their heads to the source of the shout, their eyes felt on a shocked looking (y/n) and a bemused but stern looking Natasha Romanov.

“I believe it is.” Loki spoke, he was the first to find his voice. “My brother told me to give him a dare. And I did. Now he is wearing the clothes your insects loving friend stole out of your room as a dare from Mr Stark.”

Who else. She thought and glared at the philanthrope.

“I Assume, you hexed it, so it stayed in one piece?” She asked the god of mischief who nodded in return.

“Well then it is my turn for a dare. I dare you to put Stark into a neon pink dress, with a complete make up and hair job. Please.”

(y/n) had a wicked grin on her face, she could play that game, too.

“Hold on, what. I forbit it.” Stark panicked.

“Because you like to stick your nose into other people stuff, I think it is only fair to get you into their shoes- well dress in this case- as well. Mr Mischief. Please do your magic.” She just ignored her colleague and continued with her little revenge.

And the god of mischief happily complyied. Soon Tony Stark was dressed in a neon pink halterless dress, that ended midtigh.

“Oh, and FRIDAY. Be so kind and add the statue of Stark and ´Tabby´ to the list of prints for the common room as well. Thank you! Scott, I own your daughter one for the cute birthday cake- you may get away unpunished, but never go into my room without my permission again!”

Natasha and her left for their rooms and when the others returned the next day, they were greeted by three life-sized figurines: Sam as a kitty- cat and Thor and Tony Stark wearing dresses.

Earning a lot of laughter from the others (Clint even gave them advices for a better make up).

Thor was able to laugh about it and after a few days, his and Sam´s statue were brought into storage unit. But no matter how much Stark tried to get rid of his, it would always be back the other day.

He even went so far and destroyed it, using one of his newest weapons for his suits. To no avail.

“The spell will last, as long as you wish.” Loki had explained her the second time it had mystically retuned, and the woman intended to exploit that.

“Not so boring after all, these Midgardian games.”

I know it ended up short. But I hope you like it none the less :)

I hope I did the prompt justice with my turn on the north myth of Thor wearing a dress:)

#mischiefswritingchallenge #writing challenge #loki #thor #sam wilson #falcon #Antman #black widow #ironman #x reader

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