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[#006] You're Looking For a Hero (DCTV - Legends of Tomorrow)
Theme Prompt: #006 – Unexpected Company
Title: You’re Looking for a Hero
Fandom: DCTV (Legends of Tomorrow)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, probably no spoilers
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 850
Summary: The Legends sweep in, the Legends sweep out, and the Time Bureau is left to clean up the mess.
“Were you there when it happened?”
She looks up at the woman in the suit in front of her, undeniably some kind of federal agent, just based on the suit. Rebecca placed a hand to her head for a moment as she tried to focus on what she remembered from the incident. To be honest, there’s a lot of it made her feel like she was hallucinating, so she just takes a breath.
“Sorry, who are you again?”
“Agent Ava Sharpe with the Bureau.”
Right. Federal agent. Just like she thought. She tightens the blanket around her shoulders and straightens. “Okay. So. We were having a gala at the museum…”
- - - - - -
Three hours earlier …
A table nearby her explodes as she runs from the center of the room, trying to get out of the range of the incident that seems to have exploded on the dance floor. A large, gorilla had exploded into the middle of the gala on a few moments earlier, throwing tables and seemingly gunning for their guest speaker, and her dance partner, a very nice historian named Nate Heywood, actively encouraged her under the table, while his security has pulled out a very elaborate gun and is actively setting things on fire.
“Just stay here, okay? You’ll be safe.”
“I’ll be safe?” she asks, her eyebrows going up because going from contemplating flirting with him to fighting for her life is a bit of whiplash she wasn’t entirely expecting. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
As he finishes the sentence, a chair is hurled through the air, heading right towards his head and she shrieks, but just as it’s about to collide, Nate’s skin turns to steel. The chair splatters against his back, splinters of wood flying everywhere and her jaw drops in response.
Nate grins. “As I said. I’ll be fine. Just stay here.”
The next few moments are a blur like something out of an action film, with various guests at the party leaping into action to fight this gorilla. One of the “journalists” is throwing around wind like she’s some kind of anime character, another pulls batons out of nowhere from her delicate designer dress and launching into battle. A scientist that she remembers Nate talking too earlier fires some kind of white-blue beam out of some kind of intense tech glove on his hand which collides with the gorilla.
The animal lets loose an angry roar as it stumbles to the side, glaring back at the fighters surrounding him, before running plowing to the side, through the far wall of the museum and disappearing into the night. The fighters all follow, chasing the gorilla out into the streets and disappearing from view.
Rebecca waits for a moment, hands shaking as she tries to process all of what’s happened. After things seem to settle and the crashing and screaming seems to have faded from view, she slowly begins to make her way out, scrambling into a standing position and surveying the destruction of weeks of hard work and, placing a hand on top of her head with a bit of a sob.
“What the hell …”
- - - - - -
As she finishes the story, the no-nonsense agent in front of her sighs heavily, reaching her hand into her pockets as she muttered. “Go figure the Legends would show up and make a mess of everything.”
Rebecca blinks at first, confused. “Wait, sorry – did you say ‘Legends’?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Rebecca straightens in the face of being dismissed like that, but Agent Sharpe pulls a long black device out of her pocket and holds it up in front of her. “We’d like to make a health assessment please, to make sure there are no lingering injuries. If you could look right here please?”
Agent Sharpe taps the top of her device and Rebecca begins to protest, but before she can get a word out a bright light flashes in her face and …
… Rebecca comes to with a bit of a groan. “Sorry, who are you again?”
“Special Agent Ava Sharpe. It seems you’ve been in an accident.”
Rebecca’s eyes wandered from the woman in front of her to looking around at the damage surrounding her. Her eyes wander over to the hole in the middle of the museum wall and her eyes widen. “Oh my God, what happened?”
“There was an unexpected gas mane explosion. Thankfully no one was killed, but you may have some memory loss.”
“Oh. Okay.” Rebecca reaches up to rub her forehead. “I do have a bit of a headache.”
“Then let’s get you to a hospital and have you checked out.”
Agent Sharpe gestures for the paramedics to take over again, tucking a strange device back into her pocket and pulling out her phone. As Rebecca is loaded into the back of the ambulance, she could almost swear that she hears the other woman say:
“This is Ava. Please tell me you have that gorilla contained …”
But then again, that’s probably the gas talking.
Title: You’re Looking for a Hero
Fandom: DCTV (Legends of Tomorrow)
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, probably no spoilers
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 850
Summary: The Legends sweep in, the Legends sweep out, and the Time Bureau is left to clean up the mess.
“Were you there when it happened?”
She looks up at the woman in the suit in front of her, undeniably some kind of federal agent, just based on the suit. Rebecca placed a hand to her head for a moment as she tried to focus on what she remembered from the incident. To be honest, there’s a lot of it made her feel like she was hallucinating, so she just takes a breath.
“Sorry, who are you again?”
“Agent Ava Sharpe with the Bureau.”
Right. Federal agent. Just like she thought. She tightens the blanket around her shoulders and straightens. “Okay. So. We were having a gala at the museum…”
Three hours earlier …
A table nearby her explodes as she runs from the center of the room, trying to get out of the range of the incident that seems to have exploded on the dance floor. A large, gorilla had exploded into the middle of the gala on a few moments earlier, throwing tables and seemingly gunning for their guest speaker, and her dance partner, a very nice historian named Nate Heywood, actively encouraged her under the table, while his security has pulled out a very elaborate gun and is actively setting things on fire.
“Just stay here, okay? You’ll be safe.”
“I’ll be safe?” she asks, her eyebrows going up because going from contemplating flirting with him to fighting for her life is a bit of whiplash she wasn’t entirely expecting. “What about you?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
As he finishes the sentence, a chair is hurled through the air, heading right towards his head and she shrieks, but just as it’s about to collide, Nate’s skin turns to steel. The chair splatters against his back, splinters of wood flying everywhere and her jaw drops in response.
Nate grins. “As I said. I’ll be fine. Just stay here.”
The next few moments are a blur like something out of an action film, with various guests at the party leaping into action to fight this gorilla. One of the “journalists” is throwing around wind like she’s some kind of anime character, another pulls batons out of nowhere from her delicate designer dress and launching into battle. A scientist that she remembers Nate talking too earlier fires some kind of white-blue beam out of some kind of intense tech glove on his hand which collides with the gorilla.
The animal lets loose an angry roar as it stumbles to the side, glaring back at the fighters surrounding him, before running plowing to the side, through the far wall of the museum and disappearing into the night. The fighters all follow, chasing the gorilla out into the streets and disappearing from view.
Rebecca waits for a moment, hands shaking as she tries to process all of what’s happened. After things seem to settle and the crashing and screaming seems to have faded from view, she slowly begins to make her way out, scrambling into a standing position and surveying the destruction of weeks of hard work and, placing a hand on top of her head with a bit of a sob.
“What the hell …”
As she finishes the story, the no-nonsense agent in front of her sighs heavily, reaching her hand into her pockets as she muttered. “Go figure the Legends would show up and make a mess of everything.”
Rebecca blinks at first, confused. “Wait, sorry – did you say ‘Legends’?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Rebecca straightens in the face of being dismissed like that, but Agent Sharpe pulls a long black device out of her pocket and holds it up in front of her. “We’d like to make a health assessment please, to make sure there are no lingering injuries. If you could look right here please?”
Agent Sharpe taps the top of her device and Rebecca begins to protest, but before she can get a word out a bright light flashes in her face and …
… Rebecca comes to with a bit of a groan. “Sorry, who are you again?”
“Special Agent Ava Sharpe. It seems you’ve been in an accident.”
Rebecca’s eyes wandered from the woman in front of her to looking around at the damage surrounding her. Her eyes wander over to the hole in the middle of the museum wall and her eyes widen. “Oh my God, what happened?”
“There was an unexpected gas mane explosion. Thankfully no one was killed, but you may have some memory loss.”
“Oh. Okay.” Rebecca reaches up to rub her forehead. “I do have a bit of a headache.”
“Then let’s get you to a hospital and have you checked out.”
Agent Sharpe gestures for the paramedics to take over again, tucking a strange device back into her pocket and pulling out her phone. As Rebecca is loaded into the back of the ambulance, she could almost swear that she hears the other woman say:
“This is Ava. Please tell me you have that gorilla contained …”
But then again, that’s probably the gas talking.
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