American Girl: An Avengers FanFiction

Chapter 50

As we sip tea, well, I drink hot chocolate cause tea just isn't my cup of tea, aren't I punny, any how, as we sip our drinks, pretty sure Stark spiked his tea with something a bit stronger, Theo introduces himself to everyone, giving a bit of background. 

"I am the youngest of what was supposedly eight brothers. Would you like the full story?"

"Kind of, yeah." Wanda says.

"Oh, okay then. So have you heard of the power of a seventh son of a seventh son? My father was a seventh son, he decided to have seven sons so that he could train up his son and get power.  His first wife gave birth to four of my half brothers; Aris, Carpus, Marcello, and Felix; she died of an infected wound. His second wife, my mother, gave birth to Quinten, Topaz, Septimus, and myself. Turns out she slept with Emlen Salus and Quinten and Topaz are his sons. Which technically makes them my half brothers. My mother died of unknown causes, and Father married her sister, three weeks later he committed treason and was supposedly executed. My aunt waited three days and married Emlen Salus, who she had also been sleeping with for a while. About eight and a half months later she gave birth to a son, Emrys. He could have been the son of either man."

He pauses for breath, "My mother was murdered by her sister, Father's third wife. I am the sixth son sired by Father. Emrys is the seventh and my mother was murdered because he found out about Emlen and her. So, technically, the four sons of his first wife are half brothers as are my mother's sons by Emlen, Septimus is my only full brother, Emrys is also my half brother. My father was not killed and staged a second rebellion with my aunt who murdered Emlen. A strange tale, no?"

"Um, I don't know what to say to that." I admit.

"Er, well my stepmother and stepfather took all of us in since we were technically her stepsons by three weeks of marriage and two of us Emlen's true sons. We are all brothers regardless of technicalities and who are parents are. We are all tied to father, his second or third wives in someway. And what does it matter that we are of different houses? We are content, well, Topaz is struggling with it a bit- so moving on. I was selected at age five to be one of the prince's future advisors. I as moved into the Royal wing of the castle, given the same education as the princes and princess, as were the other future advisors. All the children at the castle were educated well, but our education went beyond that. I am trained in the sword, Commander of the Third legion, Lord of House Wolf, so on."

"I take it the title is not hereditary." Clint comments.

"No, it is an elected position." Septimus sets his tea cup down forcefully. "Enough about us, what are your plans for defeating the Chitauri invaders and their allies?"

"We have teams gathering intelligence about the allies, if we can track them down we can find out when and where the Chitauri plan to attack next." Nat replies, "When we know, then we will be ready for them."

"Your strategy is sound. We will support it, however, we cannot offer more support than the three of us, though if a unit or even a subunit could be spared I am certain the King will send them. Do you have a diagram or anatomical model of of the aliens? I need to know it's weak points, how best to kill it." Septimus asks, staring into the depths of his mug as though it holds the secrets to life, "I don't suppose you have a forge either?"

"Yes to the first, no to the second. You probably use some outdated weapon huh? What a broadsword? A flintlock pistol?" Stark jokes, "A bow?"

"Hey!" Clint and I shout, "I use a bow!"

Septimus stands and draws a katana out from under his cloak laying it on the table in front of him.

"A katana?" Stark looks incredulous and sarcastic, can someone look sacrastic? If anyone can, it would be Stark.

"Yes."

"But it's a Japanese weapon, you don't look-"

"What do you mean? Do humans look different based on their region of origin?" Theo looks confused, "What do skin colour, hair colour, and facial features have to do with anything?"

"Krizzia looked Caucasian, Dominicus looks Asian, the two of you look Latino, Dereck is black." Sam says, "If not race then why?"

"What do you mean? Genetics determine our colouring and features,but it has nothing to do with race, we are all elves, the different features do not make us anything else but what we are." Theo looks puzzled, "Humans are confusing, Sep, what do they mean? You studied outside world culture, translate for me."

"They seem to refer to race as the different coloring of skin, not as the differences in race as we know them. Apparently it has to do with the land in which their ancestors hailed from." he turns to Stark, "All of our ancestors were from Ayllaria, we just simply have different traits. Genetic variation, yes?"

"Inbreeding."

"No, the generation gap is longer than for humans so while our population is smaller, it has not become inbred. Besides all of us have some ancestor who was a mage, fey, or human." Septimus returns his katana to its' scabbard. He sighs and leaves, returning a moment later with a thick volume. The cover reads, translated, A History of Genetics in Ayllaria: the complete journals of Emlen Felix and Nove Carpus, yes their stepfather and father were colleagues and friends. When the book is set in front of Stark he shies away. "I am not reading that. It isn't even in English."

"It is translated in common on one side, which is very much like your English."

"Not reading it."

"Very well. Have we more serious business to discuss or may I leave?" Septimus draws the books back towards his body and it disappears into his black cloak. 

"Sep, what will be happening to our training?" Peter asks his buddy.

"Theodosius and I will be taking Krizzy's place, lessons can continue as they were if your leaders approve." 

"We approve." Nat says, Clint and Steve nod agreement. Septimus rises, "If I am not needed here any longer I shall go unpack."

Septimus, Dominicus, and Theodosius exit. I look at Peter, "Bet he's going to build a forge in the yard?"

"Of course he is, what kind of bet is that?"

"The joking kind?"

"Your jokes need work then."

"I know."

"Wanna go see what he's doing?"

"Of course." We race outside to go see what Septimus is doing. Sure enough Dominicus is lounging around in dragon form breathing fire as Septimus holds a piece of metal in the flames. He turnss and hammers it into form on the anvil. As he continues the process, it begins to take the form of an arrowhead.  A patch  of fire begins to glow purple and shake.  A fire portal. Dangerous and hard to make. Septimus stops what he  was doing and Mint and Krizzy walk through the portal. The portal snaps shut behind Krizzy, Dominicus goes back to human, Krizzy and Mint are covered in soot and -

They collapse simultaneously and Dominicus rushes to catch Mint,  Septimus uses telekinesis to keep Krizzy from hitting the ground.