Grouchy superhero Rodney McKay meets charming supervillain Sheppard for the au thing.
Ugh, right after my own heart, anon. I’ve thought before about doing a silly superhero fic, though this is actually very cool because I always pictures Rodney as the super-villain and John as the hero, so the switch is making my brain work extra hard! Let’s see :)
- If Rodney hadn’t been born with super powers, he never would have gotten into this line of work in the first place, he’s sure of it. It wasn’t like the comic books, where there was always a beautiful blonde to be saved, the hero wooshing in to vanish the evil in just a matter of seconds before they got to stroll through the cheering crowd, adoring maiden on their arm. No, people were complete idiots and Rodney had fallen into the role of hearing “help me, Supernova!” when a car was being towed, or “save me, Supernova!” when their iPhone fell in a puddle. After 5 years, pulling someone from a fiery wreck was more of a hassle than a reward and he generally spent his time giving his rescues a lecture on safe automobile operating practices and telling them that “You got your one free save from me but never again, do you here me? A superhero’s assistance is a luxury not a privilege!”
Stupid idiotic human race.
- Rodney had amassed a great fortune by inventing a revolutionary kind of power generation, building up a company around his ZedPMs and had become a billionaire of safe and clean power generation. In the eyes of the public, he had effectively retired at age of 26, leaving the board to deal with things like shareholders and stocks and taxes (things he couldn’t possibly care less about) and the tabloids had labelled him a recluse, someone akin to Howard Hughes, probably going insane all alone in his massive mansion. Rodney knew better and had fashioned himself more closely after his idol, Bruce Wayne (minus the dead parents and need for righteous vengeance, of course). He spent his “reclusion” building amazing weaponry and technology for himself, things like personal shields and spaceships and matter manipulators. Sure, he had super powers, but it was really his tech that gave him the edge and the one thing that kept him going was seeing what new ways he could try to save idiots with the least amount of effort possible. It lead to some astonishing breakthroughs and he was always driven to discover more and more about the universe.
- He first met the odd and confusing “super-villain” when he was responding to a notice of a stolen airplane from his local Air Force base. There had been a GPS tracker in it and while it had been deactivated, Rodney had gotten it back online and was able to follow it to a hideout up in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. He’d prepared himself for laser blasters and doomsday devices but instead found himself in a weird, haphazard kind of evil-car-garage-repair-shop but also for planes. There were half tinkered with vehicles everywhere and the man standing before him was in the middle of creating some kind of spaceship (Rodney could tell from the hull that was being reinforced to survive atmospheric re-entry). They stood in a long silence, just staring at each other until the “villain” smirked and Rodney felt his stomach drop out at the attractiveness and his grouchy-guard came slamming back up into place.
- “Who are you?”
“My super-villain name? I don’t know, I haven’t settled on one yet. Maybe Nighthawk.”
“You can’t be Nighthawk.”
“There’s already a Nighthawk in Sweden.”
Rodney huffed. “So, you can’t have 2 superheroes with the same name.”
“I’m a super-villain. He’s a superhero. It’s perfectly fine.”
“Are you this annoying because it’s fun or is it some kind of weird quirk to support your diabolical plan to rule the world?”
“Who said I wanted to rule the world?”
“Everyone wants to rule the world.”
“Do you want to rule the world?”
Rodney ruffled. “That’s not the point.”
‘Nighthawk’ smirked again and Rodney ruffled up further, trying to push off his charming demeanor.
“Your ship’s never going to make it past 10,000 feet,” Rodney snapped and somehow they veered off into a full 2 hour conversation on inertial dampeners and power requirements for breaking atmosphere before Rodney got a call about an earthquake in LA and reluctantly left the mountain, not having done a thing to impede ‘Nighthawk’s progress or ‘evil ways’.
- Nighthawk kept stealing stuff and Supernova kept having to yell at him to give it back. The biggest problem was the former would smirk and smile and charm his way into being gifted a lot of the “stolen” goods and Rodney kept wondering if he was using some kind of pheromone manipulator to get the job done. Nighthawk actually caught Rodney using a scanner on him to try and settle the issue but luckily he only raised an eyebrow in response, smiled at Rodney as he said, “It’s all natural.” Rodney of course blush and stomp away from him, thoroughly pissed at Nighthawk’s face and overall existence.
BONUS: They kept this kind of a routine up until Nighthawk got his spaceship done and Rodney had to finally face the fact that he couldn’t let it launch. That is, until Nighthawk told Rodney his real name was John and he was just trying to get back to his people in a different galaxy (”sorry for acting like a super-villain, I just needed stuff”) and wouldn’t Rodney like to come along? It would be fun. Rodney didn’t hesitate to say yes.