A Recipe for Disaster
Ingredients:
-six shattered Avengers
-one overconfident Loki
-a minimum of two Infinity Stones, max six
-a pinch of humour
-a handful of SHIELD agents
-a spoonful of weapons
-a city (to mix it all into)
First throw the Avengers, Loki and the Infinity stones into the City.
Then add the humor, the weapons and mix thoroughly. (Not Thor-roughly, thoroughly. There's only one r.)
After that finely chop some SHIELD agents and add them to the mixture. Squash any lumps and mix until batter is smooth.
Finally bake in the heat of a battle until crispy golden brown.
ENJOY!!
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WHAT IF...
Clint Barton never joined the Avengers. What if he never became more than a SHIELD agent with a bow. What if, on top of that, being hypnotised by Loki cost him his job? What if he lived the rest of his life in isolation on his farm, with nothing and nobody around him except his closest family? The Avengers didn't need an archer without superpowers, why would they?
"Dad, why aren't you part of SHIELD anymore?"
"They didn't want me Cooper. I wasn't good enough for them."
"But you can shoot so well!"
Clint smiled sadly.
"That's not good enough buddy. They think they're above people without superpowers."
His jaw steeled.
"One day, I'll show them they're wrong."
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WHAT IF...
Bruce Banner wasn't called to the Helicarrier so he could help. What if instead, SHIELD had been trying to exterminate him? Even the Hulk wouldn't survive a fall from a Helicarrier into the middle of an ocean, right? So what if Natasha had been there to warn him of the dangers to come, so he could disappear into nowhere and never return? Besides, what use did the Avengers have of an out-of-control scientist anyway?
"Don't believe anything they say. They're here to kill you."
"Why would they do that?"
"Correction — they're not here to kill YOU, they're here to kill the Other Guy."
"That I CAN believe. But then... why are you here?"
YOU ARE READING
RCI
FanficI am aware that I have too many fanfic ideas. I really am. That's why I have this - Random Crazy Ideas. It's kind of an out-of-hand Plot Shop. This is where I'll collect ideas that I might write one day. Or not. Or maybe I'll let someone else write...
