[For Eric] Mission Objective: Rescue the Damsel

[happyfalcon]

A descendant of the fabled witch, Morgan Le Fae. Anne could hardly believe such a thing was even possible. Still, since her brief encounter with the sorceress in a dream, her talent for magic had been unlocked and she'd been able to conjure spells. It seemed to make sense anyway, considering that many in her time had called her a witch. Might as well enjoy the perks of it, right?

Anne had been practicing in Eric's apartment day after day, using her magic to light candles, and conjure minor spirits to talk to when Eric was gone on a mission. But she was getting bored. She wanted to go out and use her magic to help him with these missions of his! But she wasn't sure how he'd react to such a desire. She hadn't ran the idea by him just yet.

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[irredeemed_ant]

Having gotten out of the latest mission with the Secret Avengers Eric had elected to keep on his armour and zip over to his apartment ant sized, least their current HQ wasn't far and he wanted to surprise Anne anyway, having shrunk down a nice array of flowers in a sealed compartment on his belt.

Of course Eric wasn't presently aware that Anne had discovered super powers of her own, unlocked from the magic of her ancestor, but it was possible with the right suggestions he'd happily have her tag along if she was certain she could protect herself, though they'd likely be best just working together until Eric might convince the Secret Avengers that she'd be useful. It had been hard enough het being able to stay at all, but Reed Richards and Hank Pym had done science stuff and apparently it seemed like the timelines were fine. So Anne was ok to stay. Maybe the version of her had branched out from another. Temporal mumbo jumbo, anyway.

He finally got to the window of her apartment and glanced inside to see where Anne might be before using the small space under the pane to get inside, housed at presently a quarter of an inch tall. He felt embarrassed to always admit to Anne but she did make a stunning giant lady in his opinion, so seeing here when he was shrunk was nice.

[irredeemed_ant]

Eric and Anne had fallen asleep in each other's arms after their latest sexual encounter and some softer kisses and light discussion on how Anne's powers could be used to help people like Eric did, whether that ended up being as part of the Avengers or not. But eventually they cuddled up together in their bed and drifted to sleep.

Eric had expected that as often was the case he'd be awoken by Anne's kisses from her tempting lips, or else he awaken first and do the same for her before the day started proper. But he hadn't expected a sudden burst of light from a strange ball of energy to awaken him at the end of the bedroom. Before he could respond properly in his half asleep state an armoured gloved hand had emerged from the light and sent him hurtling across the room.

"Ms Boleyn, I would have words with you." The imposing voice with a hard to place but slight Eastern European accent under a metal mask immediately sent a horrified chill down O'Grady's spine as he realised he knew that voice all too well. Doctor Doom was in his freaking apartment!