AN: This is another contribution to Faberry Week Day 6: Superheroes. It's based off of the Marvel comic "The Runaways" If you've read the series please do not put any spoilers in reviews, and if you haven't I'd appreciate if you don't spoil yourselves. But either way I won't be following the plot entirely so there will be a few twists that should still catch you off guard, I hope.
AN2: This first chapter doesn't really focus on our girls and instead is kind of about Sam. I will try to change focus every chapter to give you the view from each of the Gleeks/Runaways.
Pride and Joy
The Evans Residence: 5:47 P.M.
"Daredevil, what's the sit-rep? If we don't find a way to put the Hulk down fast, he's gonna tear right through the White House!" Captain America yelled at his teammates as he held back the green behemoth with his vibranium shield.
"It's Spider-Man, Cap, he's… he's dead!" the devil costumed superhero responded while clutching the batter body of Spider-Man, who had giant tears in his traditional red and blue costume.
"Don't worry gentlemen, I can handle this!" another voice came. "After all, there's more than one way to soothe a savage beast." The hero turned the latest addition to their fight to see the Invisible Woman sporting a very revealing costume that showed off her arms, legs, and cleavage.
"Okay, wait. Time out for a second. What the hell is this?" Sam asked, getting out of character.
"What?" the female superhero asked.
"First of all, you're not part of this mission. And second, you're like… horrifically out of character," the blonde boy stated matter-of-factly as he held back the Hulk, who now wanted a smooch from the invisible superhero. "You're supposed to be the Invisible Woman, not Mrs. Skank-tastic."
"You don't know you're talking about, dude. My older brother interned for the Fantastic Four last year," his gaming buddy said proudly. "He said Sue Richards hits on anything that moves. Besides, she's hot! Stop being a homo." Sam face-palmed in real life as he heard Spider-Man reprimand the Invisible Woman for poor word choice.
"All right, this is obviously a bust, so-"
"Sam Evans, get off that thing now!"
"Sorry guys, the overload beckons."
"What is God's name have you been doing here all day? Is that pornography?"
"What? No! It's an MMORPG."
"A what?" his father asked.
"A massively multi-player…" he stopped, knowing that that explanation would require another explanation. "It's a game, Dad, where we get to play as our favorite superheroes."
"Well whatever it is get cleaned up; your friends will be here soon."
"Dad, they're not my friends." His father went to speak, but Sam started again before he could. "They're not, Dad. I just don't get it. I'm almost seventeen, why do I have to stick around them whenever you and your friends get these little get-togethers?"
"Son, our families have been friends since before any of you were born," the older man explained. "We just hoped that you would share our bond." Sam nodded in understanding. "Okay, now get changed. You'll want to look presentable. I'm sure their all dying to see you."
The Cohen-Chang Residence: 6:01 P.M.
"I don't want to go!" Tina screamed. "Those kids are so boring."
"Tina we've discussed this, you need to make more friends," her mother reprimanded.
"I have friends, Mom," Tina corrected. "It's just you always want me to be friends with your friend's kids."
"They're nice kids, and I just think that they'd be better friends."
"Mom, just because most of my friends wear all black doesn't make us suicidal, evil, or Satan worshipers!"
"Do other parents have to deal with this?" her father questioned aloud.
The Fabray Residence: 6:13 P.M.
"Quinn, you're an angel," Judy complimented her daughter. "Look, Russell, she made some tempeh fajitas for the fundraiser tonight."
"Yeah well… the Evans' didn't really have any vegan stuff at their house last year, and with Rachel I just thought…" She trailed off, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing the tiny brunette.
"That's so sweet of you, I'm sure she'll love it," her mother beamed.
"Of course sweetie. Though I still don't understand how the poor thing goes without a single once of meat."
"Well not all families are like us."
The Chang Residence: 6:22 P.M.
"Do you think this is funny?" Michel Chang Sr. yelled while waving a report card in front of his son. "A B?" His son stared him down defiantly. "How are you supposed to get into law school like this?"
"I don't want to go to law school! I loved to dance. I-" He was cut off as his father slammed his fist down on a nearby table. Mike was slightly shaken, but quickly recovered.
"We've talked about this before, you'll get nowhere as a dancer!" Mike huffed in annoyance of his parents close-mindedness. "But I see that you just won't learn, will you? Perhaps I should pull you out of the school musical."
"What? You can't!"
"Yes, I can. I'm your father."
"I have a pivotal role, and they'll only have a week to replace me."
"Should I take off the football team too?"
"Both of you stop!" a third voice screamed. "We need to get going. We'll discuss this later."
The Avery Residence: 6:37 P.M.
"Dad, can I ask you about something?" Gabrielle asked her father as he packed tossed bags into the trunk of his car. The tall man stopped mid-toss and turned to his daughter.
"Sure sweetheart, what is it?"
"I've been having these… feelings, lately," she explained.
"Feelings? What kind of feelings?"
"For girls," she whispered out.
"It's mostly just for one girl though," she continued. "She's just so pretty and sweet and…"
The Berry Residence: 6:49 P.M.
"Rachel, we're going to be late!" Hiram yelled at his daughter. Rachel muttered out a response from inside her room. "Why does she always take so long to get for these?" he asked his husband Leroy. The other man shrugged in confusion. Hiram looked down at his watch to check the time. "Rachel, sweetie, I really don't want to be late this year."
"In a minute! I need to fix my hair!"
"Honey, you said that an hour ago!"
"I know, just a little longer!"
"We're going to be late, aren't we?"
The Evans Residence: 7:25 P.M.
"Sam, get down here!" His mother called. "Your friends are here!" The blonde boy grumbled from in his room and got up from his bed. He stalked out with his shoulders slumped, only to straighten out when he was in view of his family and their guests.
"Hey Sammy!" Mike greeted him with a one-armed hug.
"Hey Mike," Sam replied half-heartedly. The two broke into small conversation as they shared some mutual interests. They probably would have been better friend, but Sam had issues with the nickname the Asian boy had given him. They broke off when Sam mentioned the new comics he got. Mike went upstairs to check them out, leaving Sam with the rest of the party.
Almost all the guests had arrived. They were scattered all throughout the first floor. Mostly they were in the living room but in the dining room as well, where their dining table was filled with an assortment of delicacies along with the vegan food that Quinn had brought. The blonde was confused about why she'd bring that and went he went to question her about it.
But when he did, Quinn glared at him. He backed off, for the time being, still unsure as to what she was so upset about. He knew well enough that bacon was her favorite food, so there was no way that she had become a vegan recently.
On the other side of the room Gabrielle greeted Tina. "Hey," she said with a tap on the Goth girl's shoulder. "Do you think I could ask you a question?" she asked, her head tilted to the side and her hands fiddling behind her back. She offered a weak, pleading smile and wondered why she was planning on asking Tina for advice.
"Okay," Tina replied uncertainly.
"Have you ever had feelings for someone?"
"Um… yeah, of course I have," Tina answered.
"How about for a girl?" Gabrielle continued.
"What? Are you saying you have a crush on me?"
"What? NO! Not you but-" she covered her mouth with both hands. "Oh God, forget I said anything." She darted around the room to get something to drink from the dining room. The brunette took a red cup, poured some soda in it and drank it down in one gulp. Her flurry of activity caught the eye of a few people.
"What's her problem?" Mike asked, as he descended the stairs.
"No idea." The doorbell rang, signaling their final guest. "I'll get it!" Sam called. He approached the door and opened it. Outside he was greeted by the Berry men. They were carrying a few bags, which Sam helped them bring inside. Following them was Rachel, one of the three people who were here that Sam actually shared classes with in school.
She wore a light blue polo with a matching plaid skirt. She had her hair done, unlike in school where she usually kept it straight. Rachel had been doing that for the past few get-togethers, and Sam never understood why, especially for something like this. "Hey Sam," she greeted, stepping inside and closing the door.
"Hey-" He was cut off by a shriek.
"Rachel!" Quinn called before running up to them. She took the brunette's hands and examined her attire. "Wow. You look… you look… nice." She groaned internally, while putting on a bright smile. "I love your skirt."
"Thanks," Rachel replied with a smile of her own and redness on her cheeks. "I made it myself," she said with a small spin.
"I didn't know you knew how to sow!"
"I didn't," Rachel admitted, "But decided to learn since my dads' don't know how."
"That's cool. You hungry?" The brunette shook her head.
"I ate before I got here," Rachel said, causing Quinn to frown. "Why, is there actually some vegan food here this time?" she half-joked. Sam took a few steps back, quietly leaving the two girls alone. Once out of sight, he smacked his forehead with his hand for being so dumb earlier.
"Yeah well, I made you some tempeh fajitas," Quinn replied shyly.
"You did? That's really nice of you." Rachel took the blonde girl into her arms.
"All right since everyone's here," Sam's father called. "I believe the adults will be retiring to the library for a few hours."
"You kids should hang out in the game room," his wife suggested. "I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do."
The Game Room: 8:46 P.M.
The six kids sat on various couches, doing not much of anything. Mike was busy reading Sam's comics. Gabrielle was picking nail polish off her fingers. Quinn was listening to Rachel talk about Glee while admiring her clothes.
"Well this is fun," Tina piped out with a yawn. Sam let out a sigh.
"Look, I know everyone would rather be somewhere else, but we should at least make the best of our time," he said.
"And what would you suggest?" Quinn asked.
"Spin the bottle," Mike offered, but was shrugged off.
"How about spying on our parents?"
"Why?" Tina questioned. "They're probably more boring than we are."
"Besides they always lock themselves in that library," Rachel added.
"One step ahead of you." The blonde boy got up from his seat and walked to one of the arcade games in the room. He reached behind it and pressed a button causing a portion of the wall to move out of place, revealing a passage way. The rest of the kids gasped at what they saw.
"What the hell is that?" Mike was the first to speak up.
"A secret passage; they go all throughout the house. I stumbled upon them last year when I was searching for Christmas presents," he explained. "Cool, huh? Just like Batman." The other five got up from their seats and peered down the dark corridor. "So what do you guys say?"
"If Rachel is, I am."
"Sure, I guess."
"If everyone else is going…"
The Corridors: 9:15 P.M.
Even with his knowledge of the hidden corridors, it took a bit of time for Sam to get his bearings. But before long the kids found themselves closing in on their destination. They traveled through the dark and cramp hallways feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"Hey Quinn, you okay?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah," she squeaked out. "I'm just a little claustrophobic," she admitted.
"Then why did you come in?" the brunette questioned worriedly. "Gabby, do you think you can help Quinn get back?"
"I think so."
"No, Rach. I'm fine. Maybe you can just hold my hand," the blonde suggested, very grateful that the dim lighting hid her blush. Unfortunately she also couldn't see the similar blush upon Rachel's cheeks as she reached out and intertwined their fingers.
They continued along until they overhead a voice. "… if we're all satisfied with Mr. and Mrs. Fabray's plans for our off-world enemies, I suggest we move on to the Pride's final order of business." It was Sam's dad. He and his wife were dressed normally, but everyone else had strange getups on.
Mike's parents were the least unusual, with lab coats on. Tina's parents were dressed as old time pilots with goggles, scarves, and gloves. Gabrielle's parents were garbed in long boots and glove, something akin to a cape and for some odd reason fishnet veils over their mouths. Rachel's dad's had matching hooded robes on. And then there were two others who had full bodysuits on.
"Is… is that my mom and dad?" Quinn questioned aloud, but no one answered as they had their own questions.
"Check out those costumes."
"Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, our parents are total weirdos."
"No… they're superheroes."
"Dear, would you bring out the guest of honor, please?" Sam's dad asked his wife.
"With pleasure." She brought out, from another secret passage a girl with very revealing clothes on.
"Is that a working girl, Evans? I thought you and your wife only handled drugs and gambling in this town." Tina's father question, superiority in his voice.
"Local matters are none of your concern, Cohen-Chang. I don't question what you two do in the Fourth Dimension, do I?"
"Okay, this is getting really weird," Mike voiced out.
"Dr. Avery, will you and your husband kindly restrain the girl?"
"Already on it," Gabrielle's mom answered, although she seemed to be doing nothing at all.
"Does your machine need time to charge, Chang?"
"It runs on a self-replicating string of unstable molecules," Mr. Chang explained. "We're ready when you are."
"Then the floor is yours, Mr. Berry."
"Antin krek varin," he read out of an ancient looking book.
"I want you to know that you're helping us forge a better tomorrow for our children," Sam's dad told the young woman as he head a blade to her thoart.
"Vriik hr Nisanti. Nisanti hr karinn," Rachel's dad continued.
"On behalf of everyone in The Pride, we truly appreciate you sacrifice."
"Wait, you said- no-" She screamed out in pain as the dagger was thrust into her heart.
"Welcome, friends, to the end of the world as we-" Another scream was heard.
"What the hell was that?"