Ranma ½ Ranma Saotome: Agent of SHIELD.

Fellgrave

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#1
So here's a little snippet of the Ranma x Avengers fic I've been working on. This section is a little comedy AU piece to get out of my head.

Oh I'm trollin, trollin trollin, trollin, just trollin along.

"Wait!" Ranma shouted as Dr. Doom moved to press the button that would finally destroy the Fantastic Four once and for all. Around him, the other Avengers were held back by the other buttons connected to several missile aimed at cities across the world.

"WHAT?"

"Why do you have such a massive anger management problem?"

"DOOM DOES NOT HAVE A PROBLEM!"

"Errrr, yes you do, and I can prove it with a real quick test."

"HMM? VERY WELL, DOOM WILL ALLOW YOU TO CHALLENGE HIM. YOUR FAILURE SHALL AMUSE DOOM."

"Oh yeah?" Ranma grinned evilly. "Two words for you then: Reed. Richards."

"RRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIII CCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHAA RRRRRRRDDDDDDDSSSS!"

Ranma smiled sheepishly as the other Avengers turned and stared at him.

"Nyoro~n ‹:3"


I was bored... so sue me...

Actual Plot content inbound soon.
 

PCHeintz72

The Sentient Fanfic Search Engine mk II
#3
I was hoping if he was bored he would work on the three stories of his I do track... Namely 'Raised in Roanapour', 'Mahora One Half', and 'Touch of Time'. Oh well...
 

Fellgrave

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#4
I am working on Raised in Roanipur, I'm about a third of the way through the next chapter. When I meant I was bored, I mean that I was bored the day I wrote that snippet. Touch of Time is in Development Hell at the moment, but I'm trying to get my muse to cooperate with me on it.
 

Lord Raa

Exporter of Juice Tins
#5
Fellgrave said:
I am working on Raised in Roanipur, I'm about a third of the way through the next chapter. When I meant I was bored, I mean that I was bored the day I wrote that snippet. Touch of Time is in Development Hell at the moment, but I'm trying to get my muse to cooperate with me on it.
Feel free to post what you have for Raised in Roanapur. I haven't read it, but I feel it could prove interesting.
 

Lanceavalon

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#6
I think I'd much rather see more of Saotome Ranma no Yabou, hell what you'd already read got me interested enough to steal the series to watch. :D
 

Fellgrave

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#7
I've posted what I have of that in another thread. It's not much, and at the moment I'm lacking in inspiration to continue it. I will come back to it eventually, I think.
 

Fellgrave

Well-Known Member
#8
Here's the first real part of the story:

Nick Fury cursed his position, not for the first nor last time, as he fought to keep from palming his face. When he had been offered the position, they had never mentioned the fact that he would have to deal with high blood pressure or problem child billionaires. And speaking of...

"Can you repeat that again Agent Romanoff?" he asked, hoping that he had misheard her.

"Stark's party exploded. Literally. I might have underestimated the extent of his lack of self-restraint," the Russian-born spy stated somewhat embarrassedly. She briefly debated on telling Fury about the advice she had given, which in hindsight probably contributed to Stark's unwise excesses. Another piece of the evening's events came to her and she added," And Colonel Rhodes left with one of Stark's suits."

"What!" he roared as several of the newer agents stationed to the bridge flinched. " After all the shit I went through to keep the President and the military from making it illegal for Stark to keep his suits, and he lets one just walk out of his house? I swear, if he wasn't so useful... Is your cover intact at least?"

"At the moment it's still solid. Sir, with all due respect, I believe backup to keep a better watch on Stark would be a good idea."

Fury took in a calming breath and nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, any agent in particular?"

"Agents, sir. I think this would be a perfect opportunity to give Stark a little taste of his own medicine." The Director raised a brow at the thinly veiled amusement in his agent's normally cool voice.

"Oh?" he asked curiously. "Just who do you have in mind?"

"The Saotomes sir."

"..."

"Sir?"

"Congratulations, you've earned yourself a raise. I'll see you within the hour."

"Yes sir," Natasha replied crisply before cutting the connection. The Director stared around at the agents filling the bridge of the Helicarrier before tapping the broadcast button on his terminal.

"Listen up people, what is about to happen next is never to be repeated, never discussed, and should be forgotten quickly."

The agents looked at each other in confusion before the most disturbing sound they had ever heard filled their ears.

Director Nick "No-nonsense" Fury, was laughing. It wasn't even a chuckle or amused yet quiet laugh, but full out roars of boisterous amusement. The few agents that knew Fury, one particular Agent Coulson among them, couldn't help but wonder what poor sucker was about to have his world sideswiped by a tank.

And in the middle of his drunken slumber, Tony Stark shivered.

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Several Years Earlier:

The moment Ranma stepped into his mother's newly refurbished home, finally completely repaired after the absolute disaster that had been his 'wedding', he felt a chill run down his spine. Even that was understating the depth of the bad feeling he had. It was more like a Yuki-Onna had found his bones and decided to use them for a xylophone.

"M-mom?" he called out as he slipped off his shoes.

"I'm watching the TV dear." Ranma blinked in surprise. Of all the things he had might have expected from his mother, he had never imagined her to say anything so... normal. He had half-expected her to immediately start on about his 'manliness' or his fiancees or something.

But then again, he thought with a wry grin, when has anything in my life gone how I expected it to.

He shrugged his school bag off his shoulder and let it drop onto the floor as he walked over to the living room. He grinned as he flipped over the back of the couch and landed next to his mother, who gave him an amused grin, before turning to see what she was watching. Once again he found himself surprised as a shaky black and white film of what appeared to be ninjas fighting against Western soldiers ran across the screen.

The camera swerved off to the side and focused on a large man in an American military uniform with a bowler, obviously the leader of the Western forces, rallying his men around him while punching and throwing any ninja that got too close. Ranma couldn't help but wince as the man briefly changed tactics and smashed a leaping ninja in the crotch with his fist. Nodoka gently nudged Ranma in the side before pointing towards the man on the screen.

"I always thought it such a shame that Father never lived long enough to meet you," she said quietly, her words so soft that Ranma nearly missed them. When he actually realized what she had just said, his head whipped back and forth from the TV to his mother so quickly that is was a miracle he didn't get whiplash. Oblivious to her son's distress, Nodoka continued with a gentle smile, "You two are so much alike that it amazes me sometimes."

"G-grandfather?" he burbled out incredulously. He paused for a moment, frowning in thought. "I never knew grandfather was a gaijin."

Nodoka turned and gave Ranma a look, stating dryly, "Oh and I suppose that hair like ours is quite common now, isn't it?"

Ranma blushed and shrunk inwards as he mumbled a quiet, "Right," to his mother. Nodoka simply watched him for a moment before the smile slowly faded from her face.

"I remember how Father would come and tell me stories every night. Unlike most of the Americans, he never held what our country did against us." Nodoka chuckled and shook her head slightly. " He always tried to tell me stories about Europe instead, and when I could get him to tell me some about when he was fighting us, he'd always try to lie and pretend that he hadn't been nearly as involved, that things hadn't been nearly so bad."

She sighed and leaned back, letting her head rest against the back of the sofa as she stared up at the ceiling. Ranma stayed quiet, unused to the serious and introspective side his mother was showing him. "I still remember those stories, even after all these years. My favorites were the ones where he'd face down incredible odds with his Captain beside him. Such manly tales."

"He sounds pretty awesome," Ranma said quietly. Nodoka turned and gave him a warm smile.

"He was. And he would have been so proud of how manly his grandson is."

The two let the conversation lapse into silence as they watched the recording on the tv play out. Ranma stared at the men on the screen and wished, not for the first nor last time, that Genma had never taken him away from his family. He could barely remember what his mother was like back then even after spending so much time with her since returning. He looked at the far-away look in his mother's eyes and felt his heart clench, knowing that she had better memories of his youth and grandfather than he ever would.

Eventually the tape reached its end and the screen turned black, leaving the two Saotomes to sit with their thoughts for a little while longer.

"Ranma, " Nodoka began finally, " I want to know something, and I wish for you to answer me truthfully. Do you love Akane? Enough to want to spend the rest of your lives together?"

Ranma stared beyond the wall as he leaned forwards and rested his arms on his knees. "I... I don't know," he answered after a few minutes of thought. " I know I care for her, a lot, and that I want to see her happy, but... I don't think I can do that for her. We might love each other, but is it really love when you're happier that the other person is gone?"

Nodoka nodded sadly. "I understand. Perhaps more than you would know," she added with a half-grin. "In any case, I think it would be best if you left Nerima, at least for a little while."

"What!"

"A break would do both you and Akane a world of good, and perhaps it might salve the wounds of your relationship." Nodoka said while Ranma stared at her incredulously. Her smile faded as she turned back to the blank tv. "Truly though, your relationship is the least of my worries. I know you have not told all that happened while you were in China, but you have upset a great number of people, and caught the eyes of many who I had hoped would never cross paths with my family."

Ranma let some of his normal bravado slip through as he smirked at his mother. "Oh please, I can take any of them, easy. How bad could they be?"

"One is a sorcerer, scientist, and ruler of a small nation that is willing and able to use nuclear weapons to get what he wants. Only he doesn't most of the time because he is able to cause more damage himself. And that is just one of the many who are now aware of you and what you can do."

The bravado drained away almost as quickly as the blood in Ranma's face as he realized the inescapable conclusion to such a battle between himself and such a person so unconcerned with collateral damage. At their worst, Ranma, Ryoga, Mousse and the others only caused easily repaired damages; some broken fences, occasional dented walls and cracked windows, and the rare car that had its roof bent in. It was child's play to avoid to doing more damage, and that thought struck Ranma hard.

Children playing. That's what his fights were. Tantrums and classroom brawls between teenagers, albeit far stronger than normal yet still, teenagers. After Jusendo though, he wasn't a child anymore, he couldn't be. He'd stepped into a whole new league, one that he was completely unprepared for, where the stakes were so much higher, and costs of failure so much greater. What stunned him the most was that it was his mother who was pointing it out to him.

"So what do I do?" he asked, his voice trembling only slightly. He grit his teeth and inhaled deeply before continuing, his voice even and controlled. "I don't have anywhere to go that someone won't find me, and I can't stay here and put the Tendo's at risk, anymore than I already have. Unless you have some kind of idea?"

Nodoka's eyes drifted over to the emblem of an eagle within a circle that adorned the case from which she had retrieved her father's tapes. "I might have one or two..."
 

The Ero-Sennin

The Eyes of Heaven
Staff member
#9
Protip: Ditch the gratuitous Japanese, Fellgrave-sama-sensei-senpai-san-sama.
 

Fellgrave

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#10
*Furrows brow*

Er, what gratuitous Japanese? I know I used 'gaijin', but is there more that slipped in there? And is it really that distracting/detracting?
 

The Ero-Sennin

The Eyes of Heaven
Staff member
#11
Trust me, Foreigner has the same nasty connotation and you don't come off as a weaboo when you put it down.
 

Fellgrave

Well-Known Member
#12
Okay. Was that the only one you noticed? Because I'll fix it for the final release.
 

The Ero-Sennin

The Eyes of Heaven
Staff member
#13
It's not in your story here. But if you're going to allude to God, just call him God.

If you're going to say "God damn it" or "God damned" or "Oh my God", just say that.

Don't do that "Kami damn it" or "Kami damned" or "Oh my Kami" stuff. That is the worst fucking shit you can do, bruh.
 

Fellgrave

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#14
Noted. What about when referring to multiple gods in a non-Judeo-Christian view? In my Naruto fic, I have a character refer to multiple divine beings... ah, here it is:
Finally, his voice filled with dawning horror, one of them muttered incredulously," Dear kamis above and below, there's two of them."
Is it still too much, or should I turn it into 'gods'?

Also, on Ranma and the use of nicknames such as Ucchan and other such shortenings, can I get away with it?
 
#15
Ok first off, ignore that guy he likes Akane Tendo.


But on a more serious note, you've haven't really included enough Japanese terms yet to meet the requirements for the word "Gratuitous" to be used. If you just keep it at the level you've shown so far and limit the use of Japanese to conversations between Japanese characters (i.e. ranma and kasumi) you should be fine.

If/when you're writing dialogue for Ranma or any Japanese character the use of the word Kami is also fine. Ranma calling Ukyo Ucchan is also perfectly fine.

I've read plenty of gratuitous Japanese fics and you're no where near their level. Just avoid using too many honorifics (san/sama/dono etc.) and no one will be able to seriously accuse you of anything.

Your audience is people that read anime and comic book fanfiction.

Anyone from that group that would think negatively of you because you seem like a "weaboo" should be looking into a mirror instead of critiquing a draft of anime and comic book fanfiction on a forum because they just couldn't wait for its official release date.

And on a more personal note, I've been reading/watching manga and anime since I was about 7 years old, and fanfiction since I was 12. As a result I've learned many terms and phrases from multiple languages. At 22 years of age I can honestly say that this has enriched my life for the better.

If the idea of learning one or two foreign language terms (that aren't even that relevant to your story's plot) is so repulsive to someone that they feel like they must call you a weaboo instead of just using google, not having them as part of your audience wouldn't be tragedy.

EDIT: Alright I kinda see what he was talking about, the Yuki-Onna thing is a little niche. I've only ever seen the term in Rosario + Vampire and a pokedex entry on bulbagarden. You might want to define Yuki-Onna in a footnote at the end of your chapter or something. It's definitely a much less commonly used term than kami or gaijin. The rest of my post still stands though.
 

shinzero01

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#16
chiku_b3.0 said:
Ok first off, ignore that guy he likes Akane Tendo.


But on a more serious note, you've haven't really included enough Japanese terms yet to meet the requirements for the word "Gratuitous" to be used. If you just keep it at the level you've shown so far and limit the use of Japanese to conversations between Japanese characters (i.e. ranma and kasumi) you should be fine.

If/when you're writing dialogue for Ranma or any Japanese character the use of the word Kami is also fine. Ranma calling Ukyo Ucchan is also perfectly fine.

I've read plenty of gratuitous Japanese fics and you're no where near their level. Just avoid using too many honorifics (san/sama/dono etc.) and no one will be able to seriously accuse you of anything.

Your audience is people that read anime and comic book fanfiction.

Anyone from that group that would think negatively of you because you seem like a "weaboo" should be looking into a mirror instead of critiquing a draft of anime and comic book fanfiction on a forum because they just couldn't wait for its official release date.

And on a more personal note, I've been reading/watching manga and anime since I was about 7 years old, and fanfiction since I was 12. As a result I've learned many terms and phrases from multiple languages. At 22 years of age I can honestly say that this has enriched my life for the better.

If the idea of learning one or two foreign language terms (that aren't even that relevant to your story's plot) is so repulsive to someone that they feel like they must call you a weaboo instead of just using google, not having them as part of your audience wouldn't be tragedy.

EDIT: Alright I kinda see what he was talking about, the Yuki-Onna thing is a little niche. I've only ever seen the term in Rosario + Vampire and a pokedex entry on bulbagarden. You might want to define Yuki-Onna in a footnote at the end of your chapter or something. It's definitely a much less commonly used term than kami or gaijin. The rest of my post still stands though.
To be fair, from a literary perspective there is no reason to include honorifics in an English fic unless it has some bearing to the story and there isn't an English equivalent. The use of honorifics in fanfics is more of a habit that has become commonplace. Its a little different with things like nicknames and techniques though. Personally, I prefer the Japanese names for techniques because seeing "Fierce Tiger Domineering" or "Ninja Centerfold Technique" just seems odd to me after reading scanslations/watching fansubs.


Though... instead of Yuki-onna, i'd go with shinigami.
 

Lawra

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#17
shinzero01 said:
To be fair, from a literary perspective there is no reason to include honorifics in an English fic unless it has some bearing to the story and there isn't an English equivalent. The use of honorifics in fanfics is more of a habit that has become commonplace. Its a little different with things like nicknames and techniques though. Personally, I prefer the Japanese names for techniques because seeing "Fierce Tiger Domineering" or "Ninja Centerfold Technique" just seems odd to me after reading scanslations/watching fansubs.


Though... instead of Yuki-onna, i'd go with shinigami.
From a readers perspective honorifics can be a good way to show various levels of respect and different character interactions without going into overt repetitive descriptions of it in english. So yes there is a literary perspective to do so, because there are some words that just don't translate easily or at all between the two.

If you put "name-dono" that's going to instantly imply a very high level of respect, nothing else needs to be added. (short of it being said in a sarcastic way) English equivalents are clunky or would not be used in todays language at all.

The problem that develops into a bad habit is when you get people who use them frivolously, in the wrong way, or with characters who would otherwise not be using them. And obviously the people who try to use entire phrases should realize their error and just stop writing all together.

And being that a yuki-onna is specifically a snow woman, it fits much better than some generic shinigami for that description.
 

PCHeintz72

The Sentient Fanfic Search Engine mk II
#18
Meh... I do not think Fellgrave has used the honorifics in at least the stories I've read enough to warrant a throttling back of them.

And it could be far worse.. as annoying as overuse of Japanese honorifics can be, overuse of *translated* honorifics in English can be worse. Even in a series canon material I've seen this happen. Nuku Nuku TV for example I literally would cringe every time Ryounoske would address his own mother in English dub as 'Miss'...
 

ijp92

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#19
it also sort of depends on the feeling you are trying to get across in your story. I'd mostly look to the official english translations (both manga and anime) for cues on what honorifics (or other words) to use and when.
Especially in the newer translations. They're usually pretty good at striking an ok balance.

but I can see where Ero-Senin is coming from.
when there's a perfectly cromulent English equivalent that makes sense in context, its better to just use the English equivalent.

In other words, you've translated the rest of the sentence already, why leave a word out?
 

Dumbledork

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#20
Hmmm. Interesting idea, but I doubt Ranma would be really that afraid of facing the person Nodoka talks about (Doctor Doom, right?) He'd probably first want to see what the guy was capable of and then after being defeated try and find a way to defeat him.
 

Fellgrave

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#21
Wow, I honestly was not expecting this kind of response. Thanks guys, thank you a lot.

...now only if I could get feedback like this for my original fiction (shamelessly plugs link in signature) I'd be golden...

I will be changing the gaijin/foreigner part.

As for Doc Doom, well, I figure the main reason Ranma isn't hasty to challenge him is mostly due to the fact that Nodoka brought up Nuclear Weapons. While Ranma doesn't mind a tough opponent, Doom is one that is more than willing to cause immense amounts of civilian casualties and collateral damage to get his way.
 

varth

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#22
Hmm, nice.

I was confused when Nodoka said she's watching TV, first thought her father was an actor. I'm used to people saying "I'm watching video / something on video" in that situation.

Here's a scene outline you might want to use in future, modify or ignore outright. It's set in Air Carrier cafeteria, or some other place that might see use of canned foodstuffs. Tony Stark is there, armored, along with lots of agents. He says something particulary insensitive / stupid, even by his standard. He is about to get lynched by mob of furious women, when he says "defense mode on" and basically goes turtle: the armor curls into a ball, only presenting heavily armored back, front of shins and sides of arms. Enter Ranma, who picks perfectly mundane, mass produced, store bought can opener, and, after excessive amount of Ki infusion, actually manages to cut Tony out as if he was a roll of tuna. I'd consider that poetic.
 

Fellgrave

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#23
Hmm... it's been far too long since I posted an update. 'Ere We Go!

Present:

Director Fury gave Tony one last look before standing and preparing to leave. He'd only taken a couple of steps before leaning over and whispering into Agent Coulson's ear. The agent nodded and quickly headed towards the front door, leaving Fury alone with the source of most of his recent headaches. The one-eyed Director froze for a second as he heard the sound of a feminine shout of surprise. Giving his head a shake, and making a note to stock up on more Advil and Tylenol, Fury crouched in front of Tony.

"Alright Stark, listen up. " The billionaire blinked in surprise and looked up from the container of his father's belongings. "As you've proven, you can't be trusted with your own well being, and with Agent Romanoff busy with her cover in your company, you need a new baby-sitter to keep an eye on you." Fury's eye drifted off to the side and he stood up with a slight nod. "Allow me to introduce two of my best agents, as well as your new minders. Meet the Agents Saotome."

Craning his neck around, Tony couldn't help but feel his jaw drop.

Tony couldn't help but stare at the two new arrivals. Rushman — Romanoff, he corrected himself as he recalled how Fury had addressed her — had a certain beauty and femme fatale edge to her, but these two were stunning compared to her. Tall, obviously Asian — though the hair color certainly came from elsewhere — and with bodies that anyone would dream of, for one reason or another. Both looked far too alike to be anything other than close relatives, but he couldn't tell exactly how close, though one was certainly older than the other. The elder of the two was dressed in a plain dark-coloured kimono, with a long cloth covered object strapped to her back; the younger was wearing a skintight black and white bodysuit that made his head spin and mouth dry.

A common thread linked itself together in his thoughts and he couldn't help getting a crack in at Fury. "Is it me, or do your requirements for hiring female staff seem to include having red hair?"

"Funny Stark. I don't know about you, but I'd get started on unraveling your father's riddle. After all, no-one knows just how long you have left."

Tony pouted and turned to stare at the crate, muttering under his breath, "Well aren't you Captain Buzzkill..."

"Hmph. Stark," Fury said dismissively before he turned to the Saotomes. "Try to keep him out of trouble." The two agents nodded and Fury began to leave again, only for Stark to reach out and stop him.

"Wait a moment, how are you going to explain them? Two more transfers from Legal? Because I doubt that Happy would be fooled by that, never mind Pepper."

Fury offered him a raised brow. "I'll be. You're finally asking me a question that's worth answering. Mrs. Saotome is a housekeeper you hired when your last one quit after seeing the aftermath of yesterday's party."

"And the other one, what, is she supposed some kind of ninja and follow me around everywhere I go? " Stark asked when Fury fell silent.

"She's not a — actually, that's not a bad way to describe her. The other one no-one will know about. Agent, show Mister Stark your disappearing act."

Ranma rolled her eyes and leaned back on her heels, crossing her arms beneath her bust in a way that drew Tony's instant focus. "I have a name yaknow, and I still don't see why ya couldn't have left me back in Wakanda. So I had a few accidents on the Savannah, so sue me."

"I'm not leaving you there, because I've had enough of your motherfucking mistakes on that motherfucking plain!" Ranma smiled and rubbed the back of her neck while Tony felt the oddest urge to laugh. Fury inhaled deeply before continuing, his voice marginally calmer. "Now, show him your act, or you'll be working the next year on the Raft."

Ranma winced at the bite in her superior's voice. Working on the Raft wasn't too hard, mostly it was a lot of sitting around watching security feeds and going on the occasional patrol, but it also had the highest injury and casualty rate of any SHIELD deployment outside of the Middle East and Africa. And if there was one thing she had learned, and one of the things that had earned her respect, it was that Fury never made threats, he made promises. Letting her arms hang loose by her sides, she cracked her neck and gave her shoulders a roll — the motion causing Tony's eyes to pop and Nodoka to sigh — before fading from view as if she had never been present.

Tony fell off his chair and stared at the vacant spot in shock. "What the hell? That's impossible, there's no way she could have vanished like that. Any form of stealth cloaking tech is still in the design stages, and she didn't generate some kind of diffraction field, or there would have been some refraction where the light passed through her. Most metamaterial research is still in its early stages and even I haven't developed a working optical camouflage prototype. There is no physical way that she can vanish like that. Jarvis!" he shouted hastily as Fury watched on with an amused grin.

"Yes sir?" Nodoka blinked in surprise at the new voice that suddenly spoke from the air around her.

"Run a full spectrum scan of the room, I want a full count of everyone in here," Tony ordered as he warily got to his feet.

"Yes sir, scanning now. Sir, I am receiving conflicting data and I am unsure what to make of it."

"What kind of conflicting data?"

"All active forms of detection from camera to laser scans to active infrared detection return only four signatures: Director Fury's, Mr. Coulson', Mrs. Saotome's, and yours. But passive methods seem to indicate an additional presence, though their nature makes isolating and locating said presence much more diffic— I have isolated the source to a space within three feet directly behind you sir."

Tony whirled around and fell backwards onto his chair when he found his face inches away from the missing redhead. His jaw worked noiselessly while Fury simply nodded and turned to his agent. "Alright, that's enough of that. I think Mr. Stark has gotten my point. Agent Saotome. " Fury pointed to Ranma when both redheads turned to look at him. "Walk with me."

Ranma exchanged a quick look with her mother but nevertheless quickly followed her superior out of the house. Coulson simply stood off to the side with a small smile as he waited for his show to begin.

"So... " Tony drawled, a roguish grin on his face as he drew on his charm. "Mrs. Saotome was it? Where's the Mister at?"

"Knowing my husband, either drunk, in some sort of danger, or dead." Tony blinked in surprise. "Or possibly some combination of the three. After what I have learned of the man, I wouldn't be surprised at any possibility."

"Harsh,what'd he do?"

"He took my son from me for ten years while subjecting him to tortures that even America would have deemed too drastic for use in their 'war on terror'. And all the while he abused his position to cheat, lie and scam almost everyone he crossed paths with."

"Sounds like a real swell guy," Tony said weakly. "I can see why you'd be so pissed. I can sympathize with having a dick of dad, your daughter would have been just as mad as you were I suppose."

Now it was Nodoka's turn to blink, before the corner of her lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. "Indeed, his... sister was most displeased. I would advise you not to bring up the matter with her however, not if you value your continued well-being."

"Which matter; her brother or her father?"

Nodoka simply grinned. "Exactly."

Tony opened his mouth to ask further before closing it without uttering a word. Instead he turned to the other agent, the one he vaguely remembered meeting and taking cue cards from, which he summarily dismissed, after the whole disaster that was Obadiah Stane.

"Sooo... any chance of you going and doing a coffee run?"

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The moment they had left Tony's mansion, Fury whirled around and fixed Ranma with a stare that stopped her in her tracks. "Listen up. I know you don't want to be doing this, hell, I don't want to waste your talents doing this, but right now you're the best option I have available to me. Understand?"

"Yeah, I gotcha."

"Good. Now pay attention. We finally got the results back from Italy for the DNA tests on the body they found in Vanko's cell. It wasn't his, which means right now we have a man with a very big chip on his shoulder and a mind like Stark's at his disposal. That means until he's brought in, either in cuffs or a bodybag, I need you to stick to Stark like you're another one of his funky reactors."

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Ranma said confidently.

"Good." Fury stared into her eyes for a moment longer before a grin — more of a smirk really — grew across his face. "Not that it's bothering me, but do you mind explaining to me why the hell you like... that? I thought you hated spending time as a woman? "

Ranma sighed and scratched at the back of her neck as her body and clothing began to ripple, as if there were a million minuscule tiles covering her body that were being flipped over, revealing a handsome black haired young man underneath. "I still do. " Fury raised a brow and Ranma grunted. "I've been spending too much time with Mom and 'Tasha is all."

Fury frowned. "I thought you had control over that. Anything I need to be worried about? And the outfit? Because I'm pretty damn sure that isn't something you'd pick up from your mother."

"Well, Coulson said you wanted Stark distracted and on the defensive so..." Ranma trailed off with a shrug. "And my control is fine. It's just that after a while it gets tiring to hold it when it comes to Mom, since it and the curse both work together. I can hold for a while, but eventually it's easier to just let it go. Don't worry about it, I'll still be fine for infiltration jobs."

"You'd better be. Now are you sure you can handle Stark?"

"Oh please," Ranma snorted. "Compared to the guys back home he'll be a breeze. Really Yamajijii, you need to relax."

Fury grit his teeth and let out a low growl at the familiar name Ranma used for him. "You know, one of these days you're going to tell me what that means."

"No I won't."

"Then I'll just look it up myself instead. They've got this wonderful invention now, it's called the Internet. Maybe you've heard of it?" Fury allowed himself a small grin at the banter. It was one of the things he missed from the days back when he was still just a simple member of a squad, before he'd made his name and legend. It was rare enough to find someone willing to stand up to him, hence why he hadn't simply commandeered all of Stark's tech and suits, which made Ranma all the more valuable an asset.

Ranma simply laughed at the Director's threat. "Yeah? If you were gonna look it up, you woulda done it ages ago. Except if you did, that meant I'd win, and that ain't gonna happen, is it?"

Fury shook his head, quietly conceding the round to his subordinate as a black SHIELD car pulled up to the curb. "Damn punk ass kid," he muttered quietly as he got in.

Ranma stayed outside for a few minutes longer, well past the time the car turned a corner and disappeared from sight, before turning around and walking back towards the house. He reached for the door, his skin rippling once more as he dropped back into her familiar shape, before pulling it open and stepping inside. Stepping deftly through the debris, she wondered about the little side bet she'd made with Natasha after she'd been told of her mission.

Judging from the way Tony Stark's wide eyes followed her every movement, she couldn't help but think that she should have raised the stakes; this was going to be far too easy for her.

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Yawning loudly Ranma grabbed a seat on Tony's couch as he took a large sip of the coffee he had prepared for himself. He'd found years ago that sleeping in one form or another tended to leave him inclined to stay that way while he was awake; and with all the time he was going to have spend female, he was grabbing as much time for himself as possible. He sprawled himself across the cushions before pulling out his SHIELD issue smartphone, something that had taken a massive amount of hard work to learn to use, to check the morning's reports. For the most part it wasn't anything interesting, aside from a couple suspicious calls to and from Justin Hammer, and the martial artist turned secret agent finished it just in time for his erstwhile host to enter the room.

The inventor actually passed by the couch and was halfway to the kitchen before he stopped and spun around on his heel, walking back at the exact same pace as when he had first emerged from his room. He paused

"Huh, okay, that's new," Tony mused aloud. "I've never woken up and found a strange man I've never seen before drinking coffee while lying on my couch. A chick or two sure, but never a dude." He blinked before his eyes widened and turned pleading.

"Dear god please tell me I didn't get so drunk last night that I..." Ranma's rolled his eyes as a shudder racked the billionaire's body. "...experimented," Tony finished in a horrified stage whisper. Ranma couldn't help but laugh and shake his head as he took another drink of his coffee.

"Sorry, not this time. I was just checking in on things while... while my sister picked up a few tools from the local base."

Tony nodded as he helped himself the remaining coffee from the pot on the stove. "I always wondered where they kept you spooks buried. I guess it was closer than I thou- wait a sec, you're Agent Saotome's brother?"

"Uh," Ranma began, caught off guard by the billionaire's sudden change of subject. "Yes, I am. Why?"

"Just wondering who it was I had to impress before I start to work my charm on that hot redhead. The young busty Asian redhead I mean, since your mother is a bit out of my usual target range, and the other redhead just stabbed me in the neck..." Tony trailed off as he subconsciously rubbed at his chest, before continuing on half to himself. "Then again, she did look pretty nice in that outfit of hers, and I've had worse love bites from previous dates, so maybe I shouldn't right that one off so soon..."

A loud crack brought the eccentric inventor out of his reverie to find the agent standing almost nose to nose with him and pieces of porcelain falling from said agent's hand. He opened his mouth to comment on the invasion of his personal space, only to be stopped by The Look. It was a look that he had once before had directed against himself; that time it was after he had made a particularly insensitive comment to Pepper and he had been about to follow it up with an even worse one. His secretary had fixed with a look similar to the one the blue-eyed man was giving him, but it was pathetic in comparison to the intensity of that gaze.

"Stark." The billionaire shivered at the cold tone of voice. Is that my breath? "I am going to leave now. I suggest, if you value your life if not your manhood, be very careful around Natas- Natalie. And if I hear one word about you and my sister..."

The way he trailed off and cracked his knuckles made Tony swallow a great gulp of air as he nodded as fast as he possibly could. Ranma gave him a razor edged smile and a pat on the shoulder, which Tony made wince in pain, before walking out the door. Once he knew he was clear of the mansion and its security system, Ranma finally dropped the Soul of Ice and doubled over in laughter.

"Man," he managed between bursts as he wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, " this is going to be the best job ever."

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Clint "Hawkeye" Barton yawned loudly as he walked through SHIELD HQ's hallways. He'd just returned from a routine job in Afghanistan, and having finished the necessary paperwork, turned to stalking through the maze of corridors. Thankfully for his patience, and the sanity of SHIELD's other agents, he had memorized the facility's layout and knew exactly where he was going.

With a grin he opened the door and slipped inside the small office before its owner could begin to open her mouth. He hopped up onto the chair in front of the thick steel desk and perched himself on the seat. The woman sitting behind the desk continued to quietly go through her paperwork for another few minutes, valiantly trying to ignore Clint's gaze as he waited silently with his grin, only for her to finally sigh and give up.

"What do you want Barton? Don't you have anything better to do?"

"I just figured I'd pop in and shoot the breeze, you know?" His smile grew wider as she let out groan. "Ah don't be like that Daisy. You seen 'Tasha around?"

"She's still on assignment," Daisy Johnson said with a sigh as she finished one file and moved onto the next. She took a moment to sip from the steaming mug of coffee in front of her before returning to her tasks. "Some undercover job for Fury. Pretty important one too by the sounds of it, even called in the big guns for back-up."

Clint leaned forwards and cocked his head to the side. "Big guns huh? Anyone I know?"

"Hmm? Oh, he called in Agent Saotome," she answered casually after a minute of silence. Clint's eyes widened and he nearly fell from his seat, only catching himself at the last second.

"What?" he shouted incredulously. Daisy winced at the noise and gave him a flat stare. Swallowing quickly, he had seen what she was capable of, Clint paused before opening his mouth again, this time speaking much quieter. "He did what? Where the hell did he send them? Madripoor? What could possibly be so dangerous that he called in the Dragon for reinforcement?"

"That's classified."

Clint frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "Come on Daisy, is that any way to treat an old friend?"

"Considering you never listen to me and insist on irritating me every time you're at HQ, I'd say it's perfectly fine how I treat you."

"You don't mean that."

"For the last time, if you don't stop bothering me and perching on my chairs and filing cabinets, I will knock you unconscious and then toss you into the training room dressed as a mannequin for the rookies to use for target practice. Understood?"

Wide-eyed, Clint nodded and promptly shut his mouth. The minutes slowly ticked by and just as he was about to speak, a familiar face passed by the open door to the hallway. Grinning widely, he hopped down from his seat to follow his target, sparing a moment to swipe the still mostly full mug of coffee of Daisy's desk. He was out the door and three offices away when he heard the roar of anger from behind him.

Daisy 'Quake' Johnson stormed out of her office, each step causing the surrounding hallway to tremble and shake, and glared daggers into the back of Clint's receding head. "Hawkeye, I swear to god, next time I see you you'll be lucky if all I do is give you irritable bowels! You hear me?" A vaguely accommodating sound drifted down the hallway. Daisy began to turn back to finish her paperwork, only to pause, adding, "And stop perching on my furniture you damn pigeon!"
So... yeah.
 
#24
This chapter was entertaining, funny and actually flowed really well. As a fan of the comics, I always love to see daisy in anything. You've really improved, I never thought I would be this interested in a Marvel movieverse fic.
 
#25
...must you have Ranma seduce men?

It's fairly interesting still. Oh, and as to a comment you made a lot earlier, with using Kami for foreign deities...the plural of Kami is NOT Kamis. It is Kami. I agree that using a lot of japanese words in an effort to pretend your characters are talking in a foreign language is one of the most horrible mistakes an author can make. However, to ignore the suffixes (san, sama, kun, etc.) is not necesairy. There is a reason so many english-translated manga still keep them and that is because it is an integral part of the japanese language and culture which explains a lot about the relationships and tone between the people involved. To not use them means that in the original context there is no difference to be seen between "Greetings mr. Renier." and "Greetings cute little Renier." or "Greetings you sonuvabitch Renier.". The only other exceptions where using japanese in writing fanfiction is acceptable is either you write the full sentence in japanese AND the intention is that they deliberately switched to Japanese when before they weren't speaking it and the people around them do not speak Japanese or are not meant to, or when using names of techniques. Amaguriken or what have you. Because it's technically a name/title.

Well, keep writing, but please use less stealth homo-eroticism (even if it's never intended to pan out).
 
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