Bingo - Blackbird | New Warriors | Aliens | Fic | PG
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supertightsAuthor: candyflosskillr
Title: Blackbird
Fandom: New Warriors (Marvel)/Battlefield LA
Prompt: Aliens
Medium: fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: NA
Summary: It's a battlefield and he knows those well but he's never had this much to lose though.
He'd seen people die in his life, he didn't count his father among their number, he hadn't been there when his father passed away, but he'd seen people die during the Secret Invasion. More recently, when Norman Osborne had tipped further over the edge into true insanity and attacked Asgard, he'd been in the fight of his life in New Mexico.
Afterwards, Captain Rogers had called the assembled heroes of New York together. Vance still found it hard to believe that Steve Rogers was alive again. It had given him pause to think about a great many things. Life. Death. It was hard to think about death in the same way when people he knew kept returning to life.
He'd called his mother, when he heard Angelica had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Angel had always feared that her mutant powers would give her cancer. He'd not found the courage to call her after the way things had ended between them.
His mother had invited him to join her, and her new male “friend” for a meal. The man was kind, of the Jewish faith and not at all worried that Vance was a mutant or that he had killed his father accidentally. He convinced them both to return to Temple. Something they both undertook with trepidation but they were welcomed with unconditional warmth and friendship.
In the spirit of this newly refound love of family, Norma Astrovik had bought a non-refundable return ticket to LA to spend time with his widower Aunt and her two boys. His Aunt Sarah was less thrilled with the idea but when he offered to paint her small bungalow and do any repairs and or babysitting she needed while he was visiting, she relaxed a little.
Family and their eccentricities was something she understood all too well, having forfeited her first faith earlier and more permanently that he had, for a man she had loved, and ultimately lost to cancer around the same time the Skrulls were invading the world. Vance had never met him, the guy that had lured her away to the West Coast and a new life, Sarah had been ostracized over her decisions, even his mother had been under some duress from family to stay away, but he remembered his aunt as a funny woman who hugged him tightly whenever he'd been in her reach and sometimes played baseball with him in the backyard if his Dad was at work.
“Do you believe in fate?” he asked her, suddenly, shaken from his reverie by the roar of jets overhead.
She crouched next to him, hugging her two boys to her in a death grip. A single glance was all it took. “What do you think?”
“I think I'm sick of aliens and invasions, but I'm glad I'm here.”
“God moves in mysterious ways,” she replied, with a tight grin. “I think. But I'm glad you're here too, Vance.”
“I think you guys think to much,” said Jamie drolly. The eight year old clutched a Captain America doll in his hand, it was as grubby as he was, one arm gone along with the shield but he wasn't letting it go. “Can the movie be over now?”
Sarah snorted softly. “I wish, kiddo.”
Vance chuckled softly and caught his aunt's eye. “See that alley?” She nodded. “When I say go, Sarah, you run like hell. I'll be right behind you, promise.” He leaned sideways and looked to the very edge of his vision. Smoke drifted across the street, obscuring everything including the dead bodies lying where they'd fallen. He scanned the rooftops around them. “Okay, go!”
She scooped Jesse, the five year old, up in her arms and ran. Jamie behind her like a limpet. Vance coming up the rear, eyes everywhere. Sarah stalled when they hear a volley of gunfire nearby, and it was returned by heavier fire. “Vance...”
Something moved on one of the rooftops ahead of them. “I see it,” he said. The alien came into view, nothing like Skrulls or Kree or anything else he'd seen files on. It raised what appeared to be a weapon and fired. Vance raised a shield and, using telekinesis, collapsed the house beneath it. Sarah and her boys began to back away in the direction they had come from.
“Keep going,” he shouted, turning her back around, in the direction of a narrow alleyway between a house on fire and another that was surrounded in smoke. “The police station is supposed to be on the other side of this block and down the street.” He gave her hand a quick squeeze. “I'm not going to let anything happen to you guys, trust me.”
Title: Blackbird
Fandom: New Warriors (Marvel)/Battlefield LA
Prompt: Aliens
Medium: fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: NA
Summary: It's a battlefield and he knows those well but he's never had this much to lose though.
He'd seen people die in his life, he didn't count his father among their number, he hadn't been there when his father passed away, but he'd seen people die during the Secret Invasion. More recently, when Norman Osborne had tipped further over the edge into true insanity and attacked Asgard, he'd been in the fight of his life in New Mexico.
Afterwards, Captain Rogers had called the assembled heroes of New York together. Vance still found it hard to believe that Steve Rogers was alive again. It had given him pause to think about a great many things. Life. Death. It was hard to think about death in the same way when people he knew kept returning to life.
He'd called his mother, when he heard Angelica had been diagnosed with breast cancer. Angel had always feared that her mutant powers would give her cancer. He'd not found the courage to call her after the way things had ended between them.
His mother had invited him to join her, and her new male “friend” for a meal. The man was kind, of the Jewish faith and not at all worried that Vance was a mutant or that he had killed his father accidentally. He convinced them both to return to Temple. Something they both undertook with trepidation but they were welcomed with unconditional warmth and friendship.
In the spirit of this newly refound love of family, Norma Astrovik had bought a non-refundable return ticket to LA to spend time with his widower Aunt and her two boys. His Aunt Sarah was less thrilled with the idea but when he offered to paint her small bungalow and do any repairs and or babysitting she needed while he was visiting, she relaxed a little.
Family and their eccentricities was something she understood all too well, having forfeited her first faith earlier and more permanently that he had, for a man she had loved, and ultimately lost to cancer around the same time the Skrulls were invading the world. Vance had never met him, the guy that had lured her away to the West Coast and a new life, Sarah had been ostracized over her decisions, even his mother had been under some duress from family to stay away, but he remembered his aunt as a funny woman who hugged him tightly whenever he'd been in her reach and sometimes played baseball with him in the backyard if his Dad was at work.
“Do you believe in fate?” he asked her, suddenly, shaken from his reverie by the roar of jets overhead.
She crouched next to him, hugging her two boys to her in a death grip. A single glance was all it took. “What do you think?”
“I think I'm sick of aliens and invasions, but I'm glad I'm here.”
“God moves in mysterious ways,” she replied, with a tight grin. “I think. But I'm glad you're here too, Vance.”
“I think you guys think to much,” said Jamie drolly. The eight year old clutched a Captain America doll in his hand, it was as grubby as he was, one arm gone along with the shield but he wasn't letting it go. “Can the movie be over now?”
Sarah snorted softly. “I wish, kiddo.”
Vance chuckled softly and caught his aunt's eye. “See that alley?” She nodded. “When I say go, Sarah, you run like hell. I'll be right behind you, promise.” He leaned sideways and looked to the very edge of his vision. Smoke drifted across the street, obscuring everything including the dead bodies lying where they'd fallen. He scanned the rooftops around them. “Okay, go!”
She scooped Jesse, the five year old, up in her arms and ran. Jamie behind her like a limpet. Vance coming up the rear, eyes everywhere. Sarah stalled when they hear a volley of gunfire nearby, and it was returned by heavier fire. “Vance...”
Something moved on one of the rooftops ahead of them. “I see it,” he said. The alien came into view, nothing like Skrulls or Kree or anything else he'd seen files on. It raised what appeared to be a weapon and fired. Vance raised a shield and, using telekinesis, collapsed the house beneath it. Sarah and her boys began to back away in the direction they had come from.
“Keep going,” he shouted, turning her back around, in the direction of a narrow alleyway between a house on fire and another that was surrounded in smoke. “The police station is supposed to be on the other side of this block and down the street.” He gave her hand a quick squeeze. “I'm not going to let anything happen to you guys, trust me.”
