FANDOMS: The Avengers (MCU) / Supernatural
CHARACTERS: Jane, Bruce, mentions of other characters
SUMMARY: Fusion AU. In which the team uncovers a demonic plot to take over the world. (300+ words)
NOTES: This is a plot bunny I had running around for quite some time, and is ultimately a snippet from a collection of stories I have planned. Inspired by a challenge over at writerverse, using the prompt: "a few good men".
What's worse than having a black-eyed demon breathing down your neck, with a blade pointed at your heart? Jane resists the urge to hum or tap her feet. Awful habits, really - her nervous ticks. Tony's reminded her so many times about them. She rolls her eyes as she thinks of him.
"Oh, am I boring you? Well, I think I can change that." The pretty little blonde leans over her again, dragging the knife lower, pressing it into her side. Jane winces, then glares up at the dark corner of the barn where she knows Bruce is hiding. Natasha is probably pulling up in the driveway now. What's taking the rest of them so long?
"Cut that out. I think I just heard something," the blonde's partner hisses. This one's a bit curvier, a lace bodice peeking out from behind her jacket, fishnet stockings done up, makeup a little less garish but still applied to show off her pouty lips and long lashes. Looks like the intel about them finding their meat-suits at an upscale whorehouse was true. Which likely means that's where the rest of them are.
"So, I guess that's the new plan then," Jane tries her luck, hoping the team will use the time to charge in, "Possess a few working girls, get to all those top CEOs through them. Your new boss really is a tricky one, isn't he?" She gets a punch in the face for her trouble.
"Amber, you didn't have to do that," the tiny blonde coos, "We could've brought her back with us, made use of her. Think of the potential! What I could do with that face and a neon pink wig."
"Shuddup, Suzie. You know our orders. No hunters at HQ, the boss was clear about that," Amber turns to her, cupping her chin, "And these particular hunters are not to be underestimated."
"Glad you think so highly of us," Jane meets Amber's eyes, catching the flash of movement behind them. She grins as Bruce and Clint jump down from their respective beams, shotguns in tow. "We'll try not to disappoint."