Supernatural Management Division: A Marvel Avengers x Supernatural Crossover

I Don't Drink Humans: 2013

Natasha and Devin sit at a table in a bar. Natasha has a water and Devin has a red wine.

Devin sips from the glass. He winces, releasing his fangs and running his tongue over the snapped tooth. Natasha watches him silently.

Devin retracts his fangs and looks Natasha up and down, seeing her dirty clothes and the bruise around her neck.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks.

"No... Thanks for... You know, doing what you did."

"No problem. What did he want? I watched him take out your aircraft from the other field."

"Why were you there? Who are you?"

"I don't think you're in the position to be asking questions, do you? After all, I did save your life."

Natasha starts to grow impatient, but she knows that with Devin's super strength and her injuries, there's no way she'll out-fight him.

"I've told you that I'm grateful for that. But if I don't know who you are, I can't defend you against my team when they find me. They'll be out for blood... Are you?" Natasha winces internally, wary over angering the vampire.

Devin pauses, then laughs to himself. "I'm not going to drink your blood if that's what you mean. I only drink from animals." Devin raises his glass, then drinks again.

Natasha is sceptical. "What about that guy?"

"I bit him, yeah. But I didn't drink. You saw, I had to act quick. My teeth come out quicker than my blade."

"What about your nest?"

Devin scoffs. "You seem well versed in the Supernatural. How peculiar..."

Devin puts his chin on his hands, studying Natasha's face. Natasha doesn't falter.

"Your nest?" She repeats.

"I defected. They were only interested in humans. I wasn't. They threatened to behead me if I didn't convert."

"So why were you in the field?" Natasha presses on.

"It's a cattle field. You take a wild stab in the dark." Devin raises an eyebrow. "I've been solo for four years now."

"That's a long time to be alone."

"Compare that to twenty years in the nest and it feels like a heartbeat."

Natasha pauses. She looks around the room for the hundredth time, nothing new jumps out at her, no telltale sign of their location. From the accent of the barman and the customers, she can tell that they're somewhere in the deep south. Maybe Georgia.

"Georgia." Devin states. "I assume that's what you're looking for.

Natasha looks to the window, the moon shining through the dark sky.

"Ten o'clock. Twenty two hundred hours."

"I know what time it is."

Devin pauses, listening.

"Why do you have such laboured and irregular breathing?"

"Huh?" Natasha frowns.

"The rise and fall of your chest, your exhale and inhale. I can hear it. You've recently been injured, you've not long started healing... Tell me about it."

"I..." Natasha looks away, thinking. "I had a run in with a Specter. I assume you're familiar?"

"Very... But you escaped? How so?" Devin is sceptical.