Mlb/Marvel one shots

Thor's Hammer

(In this one shot, Marinette is very traumatized from Paris, and the tiniest things can trigger her. The avengers know this, but don't realize how bad it is. Her trama has completely changed her. She is no longer herself.)

We all sit around the main living room, laughing and telling stories. Most of them are about how we became heroes, but I just stay sitting on the couch, leaning forward with my hands holding up my head, while my elbows dig into my knees.

I'm still in my suit, even though everyone else isn't. I slightly smirk as Tony is telling a story about how he first became Iron Man, and how he was kidnapped. But, he says it with a light heart, and makes fun of himself, so we laugh along with it.

Then it gets to me. I chuckle under my breath as I sit up and fold my arms across my chest. "I helped an old man across the street and he gave me a pair of earrings. Then I became a superhero. Then I became The Guardian of the Miraculous. It is quiet simple, really."

I murmur under my breath, "Spots off," and Tikki appears. I give her a cookie, and they all just stare at me. "Well at least tell us a story." Peter says, and I sigh. "All of my stories are bad. Gross. A lot of Gore."

I pause, but every one looks hooked. "Fine. I'll tell you about Syrian." I look towards the ground, remembering that awful, awful day.

"All of Paris was filled with water. Up to most rooftops. Dead bodies laid everywhere. There were swollen ones, purple, black, blue. Some were surrounded by blood, or some sort of green goo. I didn't know what to do. I swung around, going to my master's house, and he was there. He gave this thing to my kwami, and it made her have water powers. When I went into the water, I saw even more bodies, but I did my best to ignore them.

"I swam around, and eventually my partner joined me. We found the akuma, and long story short we beat her. Well, I did. Chat Noir ended up getting killed. But he came back. Like how everyone always does. I'm not going to go into any more detail. I don't like to."

I stay quiet, and everyone looks sorrowful. "But, even though that was a bad battle, the worst one was ChatBlanc. To this day I still don't know how it happened, but that was the closest I've ever been to death. I won't tell the story, though. I don't like to even think about it. That one scarred me. It completely changed me. I will never be the same person after that battle. I couldn't even handle looking at ChatNoir after that, even though he had no idea what happened, and he never will."

We move on, and somehow we get to the subject of Thor's hammer. How it was created, how it ended up being in Thor's possession. "...and that's why no one else can wield my great hammer, and why I'm so powerful."

We all laugh, and look at the god. He casually picks up the huge piece of metal, and sets it on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

"Who wants to try?" He booms, and Tony casually goes up to it. He puts the strap around his hand, and pulls. He looks a little surprised, and used both hands, pulling as hard as he can; it doesn't budge.

I chuckle, and he looks at me. "What?" He asks, still trying to pull it off the table. "You are too self confident, and, simply, a huge butt to everyone around you. You have too many flaws. Fix those, then you can pick it up." I am careful with my language, because otherwise Mr. 80 year old would get mad at me.

The last time I swore in front of him he literally almost attacked me.

"Oh yeah right. Like Mr. God man over here doesn't have any." "No, he does, but he's just accepted them, and does his best to try and fix them. That's why he can."

"Well, I bet I can." Natasha says, and pushes Tony out of the way. She pulls, and it doesn't move at all either.

She steps away, and says, "I give up." A few other people try, and somehow Steve managed to make it shift a centimeter, which made everyone go quiet.

"Well then, how about you try, Marinette?" Steve says, breaking the awkward silence. "I don't think I will be able to." I say, laughing. "Oh c'mon! We've all tried. You have to." The captain offers me his hand.

I sigh, and take it, pulling myself up. He steadies me, and I shake my head and roll my eyes.

I walk to the corner that the hammer is on, and Thor gives me an amused smile. Suddenly, a serious feeling washes over the room, and I gently place my hand on the handle, as if it is fragile.

I hold it up more, and glide my finger over the design on the side. I get lost in the feeling of the cold metal, which is lighter than I though it would be, but snap out once someone clears their throat.

It scares me, and I accidentally drop it. It lands with a hard thud on the floor, and I jump even more. "Oh Um oops. Sorry." Everyone just stares at me, and I bend down, picking it up. I hand it to Thor, and he says in a low, dark voice, "get out."

"Y-yeah." I stutter, and quietly leave the room. I stay outside of the door once it closes, but I hear them all laugh. Tony says through the laughter, "Who's gonna tell her that it's fake?" I slightly gasp, and my face heats up.

I decide to go to Thor's quarters, and when I walk through the door into the room I see his actual hammer on its display in the middle of the room. I glare at the thing, for some weird reason mad at it.

I go up to it, and place my hand on the handle. This time, though, I feel a sort of energy, a type of power run up my arm, spreading throughout the rest of my body.

A calm, peaceful, powerful feeling. I feel confident.

I pick it up, and throw it, making sure that it's real. When it is a centimeter away from the wall, exactly where I wanted it to go, it comes back to me and I catch it.

I get an idea, so with the hammer in my hand I run downstairs, right in front of the door to the main room. I knock on the door, just to put on a show, and I hear the laughter die down. Someone walks over, and the door opens. I keep the hammer behind my back, and say to Wanda, "I have something for Thor. As an apology. I promise to never pick up his hammer again."

I hear a small snicker, and Wanda smiles, and says, "of course. Come on in." I walk past her, and bring the hammer so then it swings at my side. Everyone looks at me, smiling. But once they see what I'm holding, their smile drops and is replaced with a serious look.

Thor looks me in the eyes the entire time, and doesn't pay attention to any other part of me. He just keeps smiling. "Ah! And what has sweet Marinette brought me?" He asks, obviously trying to hold in his laugh.

I drop my innocent expression and the act, and change it to a deadly one. If looks could kill, the god in front of me would be dead. I hold the hammer high, and drop it, it landing with a clunk on his foot. He cries out in pain, and looks down.

"Don't mess with me next time, god of thunder. Son of oden. What ever the heck you are. Because I am just as powerful as you, and even more so. You may be a god yourself, but I have 19 on mine. And it sounds like you and Loki don't get a long too well, so that would make it 20. I know you meant it has a harmless joke, but I have no humor. I am not someone to mess with, and I don't like to be the butt of a joke or be made fun of in any way. Is that clear?"

I whisper in a deadly, horrible tone that I have never used before. The room is entirely quiet, and Thor just looks at me. "Is that clear!?!" I scream at him, only a few inches of space between our faces.

"Y-yes." He stutters out, and I stand up straight. "Good. But I need to cool down before I do something I regret. Tikki, Spots on." I say, and a bright flash fills the room. "I don't know when I'll be back. But I promise I will be." I say, then turn around and run out of the base, heading towards the tall buildings of New York City.