Title: definitely fanfiction
Fandom: Marvel Comics
Characters: Gwen Poole, Daken Akihiro, Quentin Quire
Length: 647 words
Rating: Mature
Warnings: sexual suggestiveness/situations (nothing explicit)
Summary: Quentin’s playing video games with Daken and Gwen tries to figure out if this is a team-up, a cross-over, or maybe fanfiction.



Gwen heard voices coming from the living room, and not just the usual voices. There was someone new out there. Could it be a new team member? Or was it a client? She wondered who it could be. It was a very masculine-sounding voice. Deep and almost gravelly. She peeked around the corner and saw Quentin on the couch playing one of his many video games. There, right next to him was Daken. You know, Dark Wolverine? Logan's kid? He was in their headquarters playing video games with her boyfriend. Could this be a team-up? Gwen covered her mouth to stifle her gasp. That could be good for their ratings. People liked team-ups, right? She'd always been a fan.

She put some food in a bowl for Jeff so he wouldn't come bother them on the couch, and then she jumped up, did a flip, and landed right between the two men. "What's up?"

Quentin sighed in that long-suffering boyfriend kind of way of his. She ignored him, of course. "You're Daken, right?" She leaned towards him.

Daken grunted without even glancing her way.

"Cool, cool. I'm Gwen, are you joining the team?" It would be kind of cool if he did, though it might mean she was heading towards supervillain-hood again if he was. Might be worth it though. They could do a special 'Dark Gwenpool' series, it would be awesome. Except for the evil, of course.

Daken scoffed. "What this little B-list Avengers thing you've got going here?" He shook his head. "Yeah, no."

That was a little unnecessarily harsh. "Are you even supposed to be alive right now?"

"Excuse me?" Daken stopped to glare at her for a moment. It was kinda hot.

"Never mind." Gwen watched them shoot zombies on the screen for a little. It would be a shame to waste Daken's visit. He wasn't exactly A-list, but his dad was, and that counted for something, even if they hated each other most of the time. Or maybe especially because they hated each other most of the time. It was hard to tell. "Hey -- do you prefer to be called Daken or Akihiro?"

He shrugged without taking his eyes off the screen. It looked like he was winning? Quentin continued to ignore her. Whatever.

"I guess I'll just call you Daken until you tell me otherwise." Gwen decided that since he was busy ignoring her and her questions she'd take a long leisurely look at him. Hmm...the comics had not done him justice. He was fine. Sure, the hairstyle was kinda goofy, but the whole dark hair blue-eyed contrast thing he had going was nice, as were the muscles, the tattoo, and the constant shirtlessness. She was starting to doubt this was a team up though. Too much video game playing and not enough swords. Maybe it was the start of a very boring cross-over event? On the other hand, it could be fanfiction. There was an easy way to check for that, though. "Hey Daken, what's your favorite position?"

"Gwen, please no. I'm trying to play a game with my friend here," Quentin pleaded.

Gwen waved her hand in front of his face. "I'm not talking to you right now, Quentin."

Daken chuckled. Finally, he was looking at her. "Are we talking about sex or sports?" He asked.

"Definitely sex, I almost never talk about sports."

"How about you give me a blowjob while I finish beating Quentin at this video game and then I'll show you my favorite position."

This was most definitely fanfiction, bummer. Fanfic wasn't going to get her another solo comic. "What about Quentin?" Gwen traced Daken's tattoo with her finger. "I wouldn't want him to feel too left out."

"Well, he could watch if he wanted, or join in. I'm pretty open."

"Sounds acceptable." Gwen lowered her head in Daken's lap. When in Rome, right?