Fang
Loki grinned at the sound of his name. “It seems my reputation precedes me.” He said, letting go of the merc’s hand. “I was wondering if anyone would remember me on this planet.”
“What do you want, Loki?” Taskmaster asked, pulling out a knife.
The god did not react only turned his attention to the young hero. “So this is the spider I heard about.” Loki looked up and down the boy. “I expected better.” With a wave of his hand the claw around Peter’s leg released.
Spider-man stood up slowly as his body was still half a sleep. “T-Thank?” He said, unsure of what was going on.
“What did you do?!” Taskmaster rushed at the two.
Loki pushed the hero to the side as he engaged the merc. Peter fell back to the ground and watched as the two fought. The god summoned two dagger to his hand and clashed with the merc’s knife and shield.
“Been awhile scenes I had a good fight.” The god laughed.
“Why are you helping Spider-man?!” The merc asked slashing at the Asgardian.
“I have my reasons!” Loki ducked and slashed up to the man’s neck. Taskmaster jumped back and ready his stance. The god chuckled. “You may want to leave, now.”
“Why would I do that-”
“LOKI!” Thor’s voice echoed in the wind.
“You are out of time.” Loki stated as the Avengers rushed to the roof.
“Damn!” Taskmaster stated, throwing a smoke bomb on the ground.
Peter stood up again and wave his hand in the air to clear the smoke out of his eyes. A hand landed on his shoulder and pulled him back. Turning around fast he threw a punch at his would be attacker. His fist crashed into the helmet of…
Iron Man
“Ow.” Tony said, turning his head back to the spider. “That’s one hell of a right hook you got, kid.”
“Oh, shit! Sorry!” Peter quickly said.
A strong wind blew as Thor spun his hammer blowing the wind away. There stood Loki, god of mischief and chaos. His black, green and gold armor on display for all to see. “Brother!” Thor said taking a step closer to the green eyed god.
“How many times must I tell you, oaf. I am not your brother.” Loki stated. He turned to look at everyone, when his eyes landed on a pair. “If it isn’t the archer.” He smirked at Clint. “How’s your head?”
Clint drew his bow and aimed at the god. “A lot better than yours about to be.”
“Don’t bother.” Someone said from above. Everyone looked up to the Black Mage float in the air. Mystic descended and stood before the god. Both magic users stared at one another.
“So this is the famous, Black Mage.” The Asgardian smiled and gave a small bow. “I’m honored.”
Mystic scuffed at the god. “I would be too.” He turned to face Spider-man. “If you were actually here.” With that the mage walked away.
“You can tell this is an illusion?” The god smirked.
“I learned illusion magic, when I was seven. I can tell when one is in front of me.” Mystic placed a hand on his boyfriend shoulder. “Are you okay?” He asked the red and blue hero.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” The young hero nodded.
“Loki. We have mush to discuss with you.” Thor stated. “Father wish-”
“Your father, not mine!” Loki growled.
“Please, brother. We wish you home.” The thunder god pleaded.
The illusion looked at Thor for a moment before turn to the mage and spider. “Tell next we meet, Mystic.” The illusion faded away.
“Great. Back to looking.” Sam said.
“Spider-man, are you okay?” Steve asked. The young hero nodded. “Mind tell us what happened.”
Peter began to tell the others of how Loki saved him from Taskmaster. “I Don’t know why he did it, but he did.”
Steve nodded. “We will talk about this later. Right now we need to clean up this mess.” He turned to the destroyed street.
“No need.” Mystic said, stepping to the edge of the roof. “I got this.” He stated as he began to make a magic circle. He add runes and pushed it to the ground. The circle grew making anything it passed repair itself. Broken glass pieced itself bake together, cars bent back into place and signs once again were back in the ground. Mystic flew down and hovered five feet of the ground. He waved his hands at buildings, making the stone walls that fell during the battle rise up and stand tall again. The Avengers could only stare in aww as the mage literally worked his magic.
“You may not be on the best of terms.” Clint said. “But you can’t deny, the kid got style.”
Once the street was back to how it was before the battle. A voice a came on there comes. “Captain Rogers, do you need a lift?” They looked up as a Wakandan plane appear above them and decided.
“King T’Challa.” Steve said, as the doors opened.
“When did they get here?” Peter asked Tony.
“When we were fighting.” The man said, with a shrug.
T’Challa stepped out of the plane with a smile. “It is nice to see you again Spider-man.” He said, holding out a hand for the young hero.
“Nice to see you too, your Highness.” The spider shook the hand.
“I believe we have a meeting, Mr. Stark.” T’Challa said, turning to Tony. “If you wish, I would be happy to give you and your team a lift, so we may talk on the way.”
“Great.” Tony said, pushing his son into the plane. “We kind of used a different way to get here.”
“And what way is that?” Someone asked.
“My friends, may I introduce my sister, Shuri.” The king said, waving a hand at the young girl.
“It is nice to see you again.” The princess said. “But why didn’t you use your plane to get here? That was a foolish thing to do.”
“Yeah.” Spidey rubbed the back of his neck. “But it was too slow to get here in time. So we took a faster way.”
“And what way is that?” Shuri questioned.
“A-A magic doorway.” Peter said, a little embarrass.
“A magic doorway?” The princess raised an eyebrow at the hero. “There is no such thing as a magic doorway.”
“Says you.” Mystic said, come back from cleaning up the damage. The two Wakandans looked at the mage as he flew down. Both looking him closely as if scanning him. “You may be surprised by what magic can do.” Shuri looked at the white glowing eyes, then looked down at the mages gear. “But I see you might need a demonstration.” With a quick flick of his wrist, Mystic threw his gate card and summoned the door. “Ta da!” He said walking up to the door.
“What is this?!” The princess yelled as her brother just looked in shock.
Mystic smiled under his mask as he open the door to a green field. “See you at the compound.” With that he walked through the door and closed it.
“What was that?!” Shuri yelled.
Time Skip Back at the compound
The team and the Wakandans walked into the commons room. Two gard followed the King and stood at the door. Peter left to change out of his suit as everyone else sat down. Mystic had yet to arrive back.
“So he can make a doorway anywhere?” Shuri asked, as Peter came through the door.
“As far as I know.” Tony said, looking at the teen walk in. “Pete, would know more about it than anyone.”
Peter looked to the two talking. “Know about what?”
“About that door Mystic made.” Shuri stated. “How does it work? What is the limit of it’s range? What is it power source? How do you control where it opens?” She asked, taking a deep breath.
Peter stood silent for a moment. “O-Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Truth is I don’t really know how they work. Mystic said he can make a door maker, or something like that, and then he can go to that place by thinking of where he wants to go and throwing the gate card.” The boy pulled out a plain white card with a black pentagram.
Shuri quickly took the card from the boy. Earning a quick ‘hey’ from the other teen. She looked over with her fingers, trying to find some kind of opening. To her surprise it was a thin piece of wood. “How is this possible?” She questioned. “So if I think of Wakanda and throw it…” She throw the card at the wall. When it hit nothing happened, only the card falling to the ground. “I thought you said I had only to think of where I want to go for the door to open.”
“He did.” General Okoye said looking at the card. “But he also said Mystic must make a marker to open the doorway on the other side.” She smiled. “There mustn’t be a marker in Wakanda.”
“Actually there is a marker in Wakanda.” Someone said. Everyone looked around for the voice. “Up here.” The voice said, getting everyone to look up. Mystic sat crossed legged on the ceiling. “There is a gate marker in Wakanda. I put it there about two years ago.”
“Impossible.” The general said, looking at the mage descend and land. “You would have to be a citizen of Wakanda to enter.”
“Or turn into a worm and dig under your shield.” The mage said, picking up the gate card. “After that I dug my way out and turned into a bird and flew around.” He handed the card back to Peter, who smiled. “I have to say, the things I saw there were quite impressive.”
“You turned into a bird?” Shuri asked, unconvinced.
“Want to see?” The mage asked, before jumping up with a flash of white light and changing into a crow. With one quick fly around the room the bird landed on a chair and changed back. “Ta da.” Mystic said, pulling out a bottle of water from his pocket dimension bag.
“You’ve knew of Wakanda secrets for two years and said nothing?” Nakia asked, confused.
“It was not my secret to tell.” The mage shrugged, and took a drink from the bottle.
“If you do have a door marker to Wakanda. Then why did it not open.” T’Challa asked.
“Because that gate card can only be used by me and the one it has been bonded to.” Mystic pointed at Peter. “Only Peter can use that gate card, besides me of course.” He took a drink from his water and smiled.
“Very impressive.” T’Challa said. “I can see how you were able to outsmart everyone.”
“Thank you, King T’Challa.” Mystic nodded. “But you didn’t not come all this way to talk about that, did you?”
“No. No we did not.” The King’s eyes fell lower on the mage. “Would it be possible to talk with out the mask?”
Mystic smirked. “That depends.” He turned to Peter. “Do you trust them?”
Peter smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I trust them.”
“Very well.” With that Mystic pulled off his mask. The Wakandans only had a small moment to look at the teen boy, before they changed into a girl. “There. Is this better, your Highness?” The girl asked, with a smirk at the shocked looks.
The king cleared his throat. “Yes, thank you. I must admit I did not expect you to be so young.”
“No one ever does.” Rose said, changing her clothes to her normal outfit. “Rose. Rose Anderson.” The shook hands with the King. “Now what is it you wish to talk about?”
Nakia sat down on the other side of the table. “We would like to make you a deal for-”
“No.” Rose stated.
“I’m sorry.”
“The answer is no.”
“You don’t know what I was going to ask for.”
“You were going to ask for this.” Rose summoned her sword to her and placed it on the table. “This is what you are after, is it not?” She asked, turning to the King. T’Challa eyes widen as the young girl knew what they wanted. “I was wondering why you would want to see me. Then when I spoke to you at New York, I saw Shuri’s eyes look at my friend here.” She waved a hand at the sword. “Ether she was looking at my crotch or at fang.” The princess blushed. “Now granted I do look go as Mystic, but I’m not that good looking to have someone stare at me like that.”
Bruce stepped up to the table. “Why do you want her sword? You have vibranium.”
Rose smirked. “Because, Dr. Banner, Fang here can cut through vibranium.”
“What?” The Doctors eyes widen. “How? What is it made of?”
“That is what we would like to know.” T’Challa said, looking at the sword.
Shuri reached out to touch the weapon. “Stop!” Rose said, too late.
A dark blue light surrendered the sword and shocked the princess. Shuri jumped back holding her hand to her chest. “Fuck!” She yelled.
“What did you do?!” General Okoye yelled at the blond teen.
“I did nothing. Fang is picky about who holds him.” Rose stated. “She will be fine. Her hand is just going to be a little numb for a bit. If she held on to it she would be passed out on the floor.”
“You couldn’t have said that before?” Shuri asked, as her brother looked at her hand.
“You didn’t ask. Besides, this will teach you not to grabbed thing without permission.” Rose smiled at the end, as Shuri rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky Fang didn’t see you as a threat.”
“You speak as if the sword is alive.” Nakia said.
“Fang is alive.” Rose looked at the sword. “Well, to a degree.” She grabbed the sword and raised it into the air. With one quick pull she unsheathed the blade, without touching the handle. Fang hovered over the table, a dark blue aura around it. “If you want to know about him, you will have to ask him yourself.”
“You want us to talk to a sword?” Shuri questioned, confused and annoyed.
Fang gave three high-pitched rings. “Fang. Be nice.” Rose said, looking at the sword. Another ring came from the blade. “Come on. You can’t be this antisocial. If you are, you’ll never have any fun.” Three more ring came from Fang.
“Hey!” Peter stepped from behind Rose. “My suit isn’t made of spandex.”
“You can hear it?” Shuri looked at the boy.
“Ever since I used him in a fight.” Peter stated. “He’s not bad. But he does have a bit of a temper. Plus, he doesn’t like humans mush.”
Three rings rung of the blade. “Okay, that is enough. You ether talk to everyone or I’ll make you.” Rose place the sheath on the table and began to wave her magic around Fang. “I’ll give you tell the count of three.” The sword roared. “One.” Fang spun around, make everyone take a step back. “Two.” The blue and white magic began to clash and make little sparks of electricity. “Three.” Both magic died down.
“AGH, FINE.” A voice roared into everyone’s minds. “Are you happy?!”
“There you go.” Rose smiled to the Wakandans, who had no idea of what just happen.
“How dare you treat me such a way!” The voice screeched. “I shall remember this, the next time you need my help!”
“They wanted to talk to you.” Rose stated. “I was not going to be the middle man… well girl. In your conversation.”
“Why would I want to talk to these humans!?” Fang said, his magical aura coming off the sword and changing into an eastern dragon. His body was as long as the sword itself and just as thick. He wrapped himself around the blade and stood with his front claws gripping the side. Two long wings stretched from his back then folded back in place. Everyone stared at the small creature before them. Some in aww, others with shock and some with raised eyebrows. Two bright yellow eyes pierced through the blue aura and stared back at them. “What do you want, human?!”
“This is Fang?” Peter said shocked at what he was seeing.
“This is him in a small portion of his soul.” Rose said, looking at her weapon and partner. “A soul of a magical creature that has maintained it’s consciousness.”
“If this is his soul, why is it so small?” Shuri said, looking closely at the spirit.
“Foolish human!” The dragon roared. “I made my self this small for I would not fill this room with my aura. If I didn’t, all of you without magic would have fainted from the magic pressure.” Fang rose up off the sword. “That and if I took my full size, I would not fit.”
“So… dragons are real?” Clint asked, sitting down in a chair.
“Yes, we are real! Though I am but the soul of one now.” Fang fell back down to the sword. “There was once a time when my kind would be seen in the sky at any time of the day. Now there is but two or three of them left.”
“What happened to them?” Sam asked, feeling sorry for the spirit.
The dragon turned to the man. “What do you think happened? Your kind hunted us down like we were wild animals!” Fang growled. “They hunted us, out of fear for being creatures of magic! Named us monsters, spawns of the devil and unholy demons!” With a roar, a bright blue flame roared out of the dragon’s mouth, toward the ceiling.
“Maybe you guys shouldn’t have eaten so many people.” Rhode joked.
“We do not eat people!” Fang stated. “If we did, that person mast have been deserved it.”
“Okay, Okay. You don’t eat people.” The colonel said, raising his hand in surrender.
“How did you end up in that sword?” Nat asked.
“How else? I trusted a human.” Fang looked down at the swords handle. “About two thousand years ago, I lived near a small village in Japan. It was a time when magic was practice freely and openly. My kind would fly in the sky and the humans would tame the earth. We live in peace with one another.” The dragon sighed. “Then one day a boy, no older then Rose came to me. He asked that I help him to protect the village. Me, being one of the dragons who did not mind helping, agreed to his request. That was my mistake.” Fang looked at the sword again.
“He betrayed you.” General Okoye said.
“Yes. A year later I lost one of my fangs, a common thing for my kind. Bankotsu, the boy, asked if he could keep it. I thought nothing of it at the time, just a boy who was wanted to have a dragon’s fang as an item to show off. A week later he returned with this sword.” Fang patted the handle. “I knew it was my fang, I could scenes the power in it. When I asked him why he did this he said, for now we can fight together. Me being a fool, believed him and offered to infuse my magic into it. Of course, the monster in front of me agreed. I was so blinded by his kind words and good nature, I could not see the evil in his soul. That was my second mistake.”
“I guess even dragons can’t tell good from bad.” Steve said, looking at the creature.
“Indeed.” Fang sighed. “That night, as I slept, Bankotsu snuck into my cave. Using my own fang, he stabbed my heart. As he did this, he chanted a dark spell to imprison my soul in this!” The dragon clawed at the sword, trying to break free.
“I’m sorry.” Bucky said, knowing the feeling of being used as a weapon.
“As am I. After he sealed me way, he began his conquest to rule of everything. With me in his hand, he killed countless people. Men, women and children. All of them he saw as nothing but a way to make himself immoral.”
“Immoral?” Wanda asked.
“You see, when I was sealed inside the sword. That monster used another dark spell to make it so anyone who was killed by this sword. Will have their life force drained form them and be given to the user.”
“That’s awful!” MJ gasped.
“Dude, not cool.” Ned sad, shaking his head.
“Why did someone just destroy you?” Bruce asked.
“A sword forged with dragon’s breath, can not be destroyed. Especially a sword with all three forms of the mystic arts infused into it.”
“Three forms!” Sam asked.
“He’s talking about chi, spiritual energy and magical energy.” Rose informed. “Chi is the power of the body. Like how Iron Fist can make his hand strong enough to punch though iron. Spiritual energy is the power of the soul. Like being able to enter the soul realm or to astral project out side your body. Magical energy is the power of outside energy. Like the elements or the interdimensional multiverse.”
“Exactly.” Fang nodded to the mage. “My fang had my chi. My breath had my magic. And of course my soul. By having all three of these powers, the user of this sword would be unrivaled.”
“So how did they stop this… Bankotsu?” Tony asked.
“After five hundred years, Bankotsu met his match. The man that finally end the bloodshed was no other than Emrys himself.” He dragon laughed.
Rose’s eyes widen at the name. “You never said this to me.”
“Where would the fun be in that?” Fang chuckled.
“The Emrys!” The girl was shaking with excitement.
“Excuse me.” Clint got everyone’s attention. “Who is Emrys?”
“Only the most powerful magic-user to ever live.” Rose said.
“I never heard of him.” Said Sam.
“Yes, you have. Almost everyone in the world has. You just know him by another name.”
“What name?” Peter asked.
Rose smiled. “Merlin.”