The real question was, what had Peter's mother been doing that would warrant the effort of tracking him down and sending a letter so far away from Earth? And how much trouble was it going to get them into?

"Technologically enhanced ninja prowess," Jack scoffed to himself as he reached for his radio. "You just had to say it."

"It's amazing how many men refuse to take correction from a beautiful woman," the brunette clucked her tongue.

It wasn't a gentle love that bound them together, Slayer to half-wesen Prince to Grimm. Hunters to one who should have been their prey; servants to one who in another age would have commanded their allegiance.

For all that John Milton was literally damned, he had been granted rather more of the Lord's infinite mercy than most.

Just like that first confrontation with One Eye... Tom knew, deep in his gut, that it didn't actually matter whether the Volm were telling the truth.

WIP. Harry makes a different choice in King's Cross and is given the double edged gift of a second chance. Time Travel AU, DH canon.

Black Widow was more than just Natasha's code name. Unfortunately, Burkhardt had already seen that; she wasn't going to get away with playing mostly harmless demoiselle.

Crane held out a hand as the argument in the background finally broke up. "I am very glad to have met you, Captain Rogers."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Not to step on both your fragile male egos, but they attacked me first. And you might have noticed the lack of octopi on their uniforms?"

He'd met very few people in the years since he'd left the army for the CIA who could beat him at his own game.

The raccoon wrinkled his muzzle in what looked like a sneer. "Figures. Is this the part where you ask me to come quietly?"

Long before a certain hammer had fallen to Earth in New Mexico, Nick had believed Phil would be the Director SHIELD would need when the age of heroes returned.

Bryce shook his head, amused and wondering. "You know, you're the only Mitchell I've seen today- out of what, a baker's dozen?- that hasn't looked at me like I'm the ghost."

In normal times, evil would be fought by good. But in times like these, well. It should be fought by another kind of evil.

I'd come to Portland on the wings of a panic attack that Mavra might have surfaced again with the Word of Kemmler. But what followed was more Night of the Living Frustration than City War Z.

She's always had a hard time saying no to her boys, even if they change across dimensions.

Their research into the Number had hit a number of dead ends early on; he'd lived in a Tibetan monastery for years, and had spent his early life in a town best known as a notorious source for forged documents.

This one, Vala would have been tempted to wink and woo, had she met him in another situation.

Elsewhere in 'Fleet, a security officer surviving eight away missions was merely competent. But on this ship? Well, there was a reason the Captain knew Spike's name.