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Gabriel's (Mis)Adventures in the Marvel Universe by There_lies_my_sanity
Fandoms: Supernatural, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
08 Nov 2018
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Gabriel...should be dead. Apparently someone forgot to tell Death that, not that he was complaining. Of course, death might have been preferable to the mess he finds himself in. Infinity Stones? Gabriel had thought those guys had been destroyed eons ago. Ancient cosmic beings? Not exactly what he had in mind when he'd prayed for a vacation. And the Avengers? Well, actually, Gabriel could get on board with that. Now if only he could stop getting attached to fragile, emotionally constipated humans, maybe he'd be able to figure out the whole Thanos thing before his new favorite universe was ripped to shreds.
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Ch11
Gabriel groaned and sat up, rubbing his head. Foreign energy rushed through his wounded form, stitching up the gushing wound, slowly drawing out the sword still piercing his vessel’s torso-Maybe that was the pagan in him? And not just the pagan--Loki had hardly been his first false identity, and he had left Heaven waaaaay before the Norse had come along--but all the god juice, lowercase g, mind you, that he had collected over the millennia. Being the messenger and thus able to travel between universes (not mirror-verses, that was different) his energy wasn’t even limited to the First Earth. It was altogether possible some part of him that wasn’t angelic had saved his sorry life. But no, he’d killed pagan and pre-pagan gods before with his sword, and the universes he’d visited did not differentiate that much. The things that couldn't be killed with an archangel’s sword were pretty rare, limited to God, Death, and several multi-frequency cosmic beings from before time and space existed, although rumor had it that Michael’s sword worked on those. So...maybe he was immortal. That would be cool. It was more likely that he’d missed something, though. Either way, he was alive, and his top priority should be figuring out where the hell he was. The existential crisis could come later. The missing something theory had just gotten a lot more likely. He had somehow failed to question what the hell was healing him. It wasn’t an angel, that was for sure, but it was pretty close. More powerful, more raw, than your average angel. Almost...Father? No, not nearly powerful enough, not nearly...pure enough. Ew. whatever it was, it was seriously contaminated. But it knew him, and he knew it, and if he looked passed the grime… Well. That was a surprise. Tesseract, huh? A surprisingly apt name.-That's where the Norse went. If you looked at the universe from just the right angle, it looked almost exactly like a tree. Yup, there’s Asgard, right where it should be. Now that that was settled, time to take a look at the media. Man, Stan Lee. Your alternate self is everywhere. No wonder you came up with all those comics. Well, that settled it: Stan Lee was a dreamwalker. And this was gonna be fun. Seriously, out of all the universes out there, Gabriel got to land in the one with the actual Avengers? Well, there was also the Tesseract thing...but hey! He could meet Iron Man! It wasn’t all bad! Except he should probably come up with a different name to use. “Loki” seemed to already be taken, by a homicidal wacko with anger issues and serious PTSD, he might add. So no, not a good idea. For business matters, “Trickster” was fine, especially since he seemed to be the only one, but for more personal meet-and-greets with the Avengers, as well as for whatever documents he might need to forge…-Gabriel Winchester had a nice ring to it, and hey, if little Cassie got to be a honorary Winchester, so did he. He did die for them, after all, even if he wasn’t actually dead. And when he inevitably messed everything up, it would be the Winchester name getting dragged through the mud, which was decent enough revenge for him being coerced into the whole “let’s kill satan!” campaign those two morons were running. Gabriel Winchester. Not bad.-He was eating a Snickers bar. He turned towards Tony when said billionaire entered the room, grinning and shoving the now-empty wrapper into his pocket. “Sup.” “Hey,” Tony replied easily. “Ms. Potts said to let myself in.” He was still grinning. “I’m your new PA.”-“You got it!” the ‘you’ was drawn out, and Gabriel punctuated his agreement with honest to God finger guns. Tony wasn't sure whether he wanted to squint suspiciously, do finger guns back, or just leave.-Like Ms. Potts had said, it was mostly paperwork that had built up in the time between PAs, paperwork that needed Tony’s signature. Following her off-the-record suggestion, he started signing them as Tony, well aware that he wouldn’t get Tony to do paperwork unless the world depended on it. He signed three, then left a copy of himself in the chair and wandered off invisible. He was already bored. Who knew being Iron Man’s PA would be so unexciting? There was nothing to do around here, except talk to the AI (well, almost AI, closer than anything else he’d seen) Tony had created. -A snap of his fingers (old habits die hard) and his copy got up from the desk, walked through the door, and merged with the real Gabriel so that he could grin down at the billionaire. “That’s gonna hurt in the morning,” he remarked-He dumped in one more packet of sugar and took a sip, raising his pinky and looking down at a bewildered Tony. “Well? You gonna fix that?” Gabriel nodded towards the suit, which was now vibrating and making confused whirring noises.
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chap 11
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ch 11 (add to list)