Title: Olympics: Avenger/Slayer style
Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or BtVS, I only borrow them, all rights belong to their respect owners.
Summary: Fury was almost certain, that he’d left a memo that explicitly stated that the Slayers and Tony Stark were not allowed to be left alone together. It only ever led to a headache for him.
Beta: The idea and the beat’ing service came from jaded_angel8/ContanceTruggle. If this is readable then thanks must go to her.
Fury was almost certain, that he’d left a memo that explicitly stated that the Slayers (S.H.I.E.L.D consultants) and Tony Stark were not allowed to be left alone together. He’d made the rule after they’d created a variety of weapons and then used said weaponry to booby-trap the offices of the Level 8 Agents. The result had been very embarrassed agents, who had to walk around all day in rainbow colours. The slayers had favoured multi-coloured paint grenades. The normal agents were becoming a little resentful of the Avengers, and that did not sit right with the slayers. So they figured if they couldn’t kill them, then they would have to settle for embarrassment. Of course, sadly, it never struck the S.H.I.E.L.D agents that there was a reason they were elevated.
It had made one thing clear – do not let the three bored consultants be left unattended. For this reason alone, someone was going to be in pain, Fury would ensure it. The reason why is work within the headquarters had ceased to a halt. Why? Well, because the bored trio had come up with the idea of an Olympic style event. They were split up into three teams: slayers; avengers and normal S.H.I.E.L.D agents. So as not to cheat, the Slayers agreed to field only one slayer per event; of which there were seven. Also, it seems that the dating slayers would not face their lovers so as to ensure the fairest tests possible.
Fury returned to the headquarters in time to see the first event – Archery. Fury couldn’t help but think it was unfair to call this a competition. It implied that there was more than one possible winner, in this case, not so much. Much to the red-headed slayer’s disgust, Hawkeye won. Whilst Fury was happy to see an Avenger win, he could have done without seeing the enthusiastic celebration which was had by him and the blonde slayer. He did wonder though, who the crowd was more jealous of – Summers or Barton. It was close. Too close for him to guess. Not that he wanted that image, at all.
The next event to be contested was a twisted spy version of the pentathlon. Somehow, and he didn’t want to know how, they’d designed a course. The course involved: throwing knives at a target followed by running a gauntlet of wooden boxing gloves that were oscillating at insane speeds. If you got through this, you were then required to throw a stake at a human shaped target before a 1000 metre run – finishing with a shooting competition akin to the trap shooting. The Avengers were cheering their team-mate, but poor Steve looked conflicted. In fact, the legend was stuck between cheering for Natasha, his team-mate, and Faith, his lover.
The S.H.I.E.L.D nominee was doing okay until he caught two sharp knocks from the punch bags. Oh, he shook it off, but by the time he did so, the women were already throwing stakes. Natasha took aim and threw, hitting dead centre – it would have been impressive – but Faith, just started to run and threw the stake with barely a glance. She heard the crowd gasp and rolled her eyes. Please, one vampire, and no immediate threat of danger? That was no challenge at all. Faith was super competitive so she ran flat out. She knew that Natasha would not appreciate her doing otherwise. It did rather put a speedy end to it; however, once she had an advantage, Faith wouldn’t surrender it.
Avengers - 1, Slayers - 1, S.H.I.E.L.D – 0
The events continued and Fury was pleased that the S.H.I.E.L.D agents, who’d been stupid enough to give the Avengers grief had to yet to win an event. After six events, the S.H.E.I.L.D agents were yet to gain a win. The current standings were three for the avengers, and three for the Slayers.
It was all coming down to the last event. The hammer event with a twist. That meant that Buffy and Thor, yes that’s right. They were going to spar and were going to use their Hammers. Clint was not too fond of the idea, personally. He had no doubt that his lover was badass, but he wasn’t too keen seeing her face off against Mjolnir.
He shouldn’t have worried. The first clash of steel rang through. Buffy and Thor, unbeknownst to the others, had already tested this. The Troll magic imbued in the hammer meant that Buffy could hold her own against the Mighty Mjolnir.
The crowd were silent. It was magnificent to watch, and visually astounding. Whilst many had understood that the slayers had strength, to see it in action – it was breath taking. Watching Buffy, small, quick-witted, and quick-footed against the strength and steel of Thor was amazing. Given the grins and amused faces of the sparring pair, they were also highly enjoying this. Fury shook his head, they were grinning, laughing, and if he was not mistaken trash talking in Ancient Norse.
The fight had changed in style; the warriors had seemingly gotten bored of sparring with metal. So had decided fists would be better. This was stunning! It was fast, it was brutal and everyone was riveted. The pair traded blow after blow, and neither faulted or seemed out of breath. The battle had gone on for over ten minutes, where Buffy seemed to find a second wind.
Clint snorted, it was a nice theory but he and Faith knew better. Buffy needed time to analyse and explore an opponent’s weaknesses. The ten minutes would have given her a chance to get his scent, so to speak. Buffy’s stance changed, she lengthened the gap and changed to using her infamous kicks. She unbelievably managed to engage a leg sweep that caught the God unaware, and Buffy pressed her advantage. Thor laughed good naturedly; this was the most fun he had had since battling Sif. He yielded, Buffy had won fair, and a foot near his neck was a definite win.
Buffy gave a small victory dance, but then re-enacted Clint’s celebration. Fury did not want to see that at all. However, he should be careful about what he wished for as Tony got the bright idea to celebrate with a party at the Avengers Tower.
Fury would let them have their party, but if they caused a PR disaster…And Fury sensed it would be when not if. Then Stark was footing the bill; he wanted no part of this.