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Ficlet: Along the Dark Edges (Crossover DC/Marvel, Jason and Bucky)
Title: Along the Dark Edges
Fandom: DC/Marvel
Characters/Pairings: Jason, Bucky, Deadpool, Clint, Lucky
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with DC or Marvel. Neither is my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A recently returned to Gotham Jason accidently falls into a different universe and lands on Bucky.
A/N: Written for the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomweekly prompt protection with the bonus prompt "I'm here for you. No matter what." The title is from the poem "Coming Home" by Mary Oliver.
Along the Dark Edges:
Jason miscalculates. He’s barely back in Gotham, only starting to gather information on how to take over Black Mask’s operation, when he falls off a fire escape. It’d be embarrassing if there was anyone around to see. He knows how to fall. It’s muscle memory. He can remember the look on Dick’s face as he taught Jason. Jason doesn’t want to think about that.
There’s a dumpster below him, which sucks, but is probably better than hitting the ground. The smell of the city changes. The sounds seems to change too. He barely gets to process this before he realizes there’s someone else in the dumpster that trying to scramble out of the way.
He lands. They both groan.
“Barton warned me about this,” the other man complains.
Who’s Barton? And will he have to kill him?
“Warned you about what?” Jason demands. They study each other in the low light of the alleyway, that’s somewhat obscured by being in the dumpster. This smells awful. Jason reminds himself he’s had worse.
The other guy isn’t even wearing a mask. He’s got several guns. He tilts his head. “You’re not Daredevil.”
Jason snorts. Great, who the hell is running around Gotham calling themselves Daredevil?
“You’re not Deadpool either,” the man frowns at him.
“Obviously!” Someone comments.
Other guy groans. “Really?”
Another guy in a red suit peeks in at them. “How’d you end up in there?”
“It’s a long story,” other guy groans. He glances at Jason. “Winter Solider.”
Are they introducing themselves? Using their aliases? For a brief moment, Jason second guesses his chosen alias, then says, “Red Hood.”
“Deadpool,” introduces the guy standing there.
“Just help us out,” Winter Solider demands.
It’s not long before they’re standing next to Deadpool. Jason wants to shake himself. Actually, he wants to shower. Deadpool stares at him. Jason considers shooting him, but that’s not going to help him gather information on just who Bruce is allowing to run around Gotham. Why doesn’t it smell like Gotham? This isn’t what Gotham smells like.
Deadpool tilts his head again. “Death by popular vote, then resurrected and brainwashed. I’d be angry too.”
Jason frowns. Not that Deadpool can see that. He glances at Winter Solider, briefly, mostly because he doesn’t want to take his eyes off the weapons Deadpool has strapped to his back. “Does he mean me?”
“He doesn’t mean me,” Winter Solider says, then frowns at Deadpool. “I think. Do you need help with fighting or…”
“I’m okay. I’m done for the night,” Deadpool informs them. “I’m just getting food and heading home.”
Winter Solider snorts and pulls out his phone. He thanks Deadpool. The pleasantries are brief. Apparently, he’s going to take himself and Jason to this Barton guy and no Deadpool isn’t invited. Once Deadpool leaves he turns to Jason. “It’s actually Bucky. I’m ordering pizza, do you have a preference?”
Jason just goes with it because now that he’s had a chance to study the street, he realizes it’s not the one he was on. Also, he’s not sure what Deadpool meant by multiverse shenanigans. They walk to Barton’s. He’s in New York. How the hell did he manage that? Barton introduces himself as Clint and makes them stand in the doorway for a moment as he makes sure they didn’t bring Deadpool with them.
“I have a restraining order,” Clint explains.
“Do those actually work here?” Jason asks.
Clint shrugs. “Probably depends on how much someone pays him to kill me.”
The shower is nice. The clothes they lend him are soft and come with a mask. Jason decides not to wear the mask, he’s seen both their faces. They stare at him when he rejoins them.
“Shit, you’re just a kid,” Clint comments.
Jason considers defending himself, but he’s still technically a teenager. Instead, he gets pizza and ignores the protective look in Bucky’s eyes. He doesn’t need protection. He’s got a plan. He just needs to get back to Gotham and figure out how he got sent to New York instantaneously so it doesn’t happen again.
Jason isn’t sure how to react to the dog that leans against him and gives him a hopeful look.
“Lucky no,” Clint commands. “You’ve already had your pizza, you don’t need Jason’s.”
“The thing about Deadpool,” Bucky interjects. “He’s not usually wrong when what he’s saying sounds bizarre, so we’ve got a magic user coming over to check you out and come up with a plan to send you home, and look for any magical brainwashing.”
“I’m not brainwashed,” Jason insists. It’s comes out more like a growl. He’s trying not to think about how he used to think the League of Assassins was a cult. They’re not actually a cult, right? He hasn’t been brainwashed by a cult. He’s been trained to take down Batman. He wants to fix Gotham in ways Bruce refuses to. Jason sets his pizza down feeling suddenly confused.
“Hey,” Bucky says as he reaches out and takes Jason’s hand. “You kinda landed on me. I have experience with being brainwashed.”
“It sucks,” Clint adds. Lucky whines.
Bucky snorts and shakes his head. Then he squeeze’s Jason’s fingers and it’s somehow grounding. Bucky gives him a sad smile. “I’m here for you. No matter what. We’ll figure out how to get you home.”
Jason nods. He should thank Bucky. Instead, he squeezes back. He’s not sure what his future will hold, but he gets the feeling everything is going to change again. At least he’s got pizza this time?
Fandom: DC/Marvel
Characters/Pairings: Jason, Bucky, Deadpool, Clint, Lucky
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with DC or Marvel. Neither is my toy box and I'm merely playing.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A recently returned to Gotham Jason accidently falls into a different universe and lands on Bucky.
A/N: Written for the
fandomweekly prompt protection with the bonus prompt "I'm here for you. No matter what." The title is from the poem "Coming Home" by Mary Oliver.Along the Dark Edges:
Jason miscalculates. He’s barely back in Gotham, only starting to gather information on how to take over Black Mask’s operation, when he falls off a fire escape. It’d be embarrassing if there was anyone around to see. He knows how to fall. It’s muscle memory. He can remember the look on Dick’s face as he taught Jason. Jason doesn’t want to think about that.
There’s a dumpster below him, which sucks, but is probably better than hitting the ground. The smell of the city changes. The sounds seems to change too. He barely gets to process this before he realizes there’s someone else in the dumpster that trying to scramble out of the way.
He lands. They both groan.
“Barton warned me about this,” the other man complains.
Who’s Barton? And will he have to kill him?
“Warned you about what?” Jason demands. They study each other in the low light of the alleyway, that’s somewhat obscured by being in the dumpster. This smells awful. Jason reminds himself he’s had worse.
The other guy isn’t even wearing a mask. He’s got several guns. He tilts his head. “You’re not Daredevil.”
Jason snorts. Great, who the hell is running around Gotham calling themselves Daredevil?
“You’re not Deadpool either,” the man frowns at him.
“Obviously!” Someone comments.
Other guy groans. “Really?”
Another guy in a red suit peeks in at them. “How’d you end up in there?”
“It’s a long story,” other guy groans. He glances at Jason. “Winter Solider.”
Are they introducing themselves? Using their aliases? For a brief moment, Jason second guesses his chosen alias, then says, “Red Hood.”
“Deadpool,” introduces the guy standing there.
“Just help us out,” Winter Solider demands.
It’s not long before they’re standing next to Deadpool. Jason wants to shake himself. Actually, he wants to shower. Deadpool stares at him. Jason considers shooting him, but that’s not going to help him gather information on just who Bruce is allowing to run around Gotham. Why doesn’t it smell like Gotham? This isn’t what Gotham smells like.
Deadpool tilts his head again. “Death by popular vote, then resurrected and brainwashed. I’d be angry too.”
Jason frowns. Not that Deadpool can see that. He glances at Winter Solider, briefly, mostly because he doesn’t want to take his eyes off the weapons Deadpool has strapped to his back. “Does he mean me?”
“He doesn’t mean me,” Winter Solider says, then frowns at Deadpool. “I think. Do you need help with fighting or…”
“I’m okay. I’m done for the night,” Deadpool informs them. “I’m just getting food and heading home.”
Winter Solider snorts and pulls out his phone. He thanks Deadpool. The pleasantries are brief. Apparently, he’s going to take himself and Jason to this Barton guy and no Deadpool isn’t invited. Once Deadpool leaves he turns to Jason. “It’s actually Bucky. I’m ordering pizza, do you have a preference?”
Jason just goes with it because now that he’s had a chance to study the street, he realizes it’s not the one he was on. Also, he’s not sure what Deadpool meant by multiverse shenanigans. They walk to Barton’s. He’s in New York. How the hell did he manage that? Barton introduces himself as Clint and makes them stand in the doorway for a moment as he makes sure they didn’t bring Deadpool with them.
“I have a restraining order,” Clint explains.
“Do those actually work here?” Jason asks.
Clint shrugs. “Probably depends on how much someone pays him to kill me.”
The shower is nice. The clothes they lend him are soft and come with a mask. Jason decides not to wear the mask, he’s seen both their faces. They stare at him when he rejoins them.
“Shit, you’re just a kid,” Clint comments.
Jason considers defending himself, but he’s still technically a teenager. Instead, he gets pizza and ignores the protective look in Bucky’s eyes. He doesn’t need protection. He’s got a plan. He just needs to get back to Gotham and figure out how he got sent to New York instantaneously so it doesn’t happen again.
Jason isn’t sure how to react to the dog that leans against him and gives him a hopeful look.
“Lucky no,” Clint commands. “You’ve already had your pizza, you don’t need Jason’s.”
“The thing about Deadpool,” Bucky interjects. “He’s not usually wrong when what he’s saying sounds bizarre, so we’ve got a magic user coming over to check you out and come up with a plan to send you home, and look for any magical brainwashing.”
“I’m not brainwashed,” Jason insists. It’s comes out more like a growl. He’s trying not to think about how he used to think the League of Assassins was a cult. They’re not actually a cult, right? He hasn’t been brainwashed by a cult. He’s been trained to take down Batman. He wants to fix Gotham in ways Bruce refuses to. Jason sets his pizza down feeling suddenly confused.
“Hey,” Bucky says as he reaches out and takes Jason’s hand. “You kinda landed on me. I have experience with being brainwashed.”
“It sucks,” Clint adds. Lucky whines.
Bucky snorts and shakes his head. Then he squeeze’s Jason’s fingers and it’s somehow grounding. Bucky gives him a sad smile. “I’m here for you. No matter what. We’ll figure out how to get you home.”
Jason nods. He should thank Bucky. Instead, he squeezes back. He’s not sure what his future will hold, but he gets the feeling everything is going to change again. At least he’s got pizza this time?