Marcus And Winston Wick In Convergence Of Marvel And DC

18 months later...

Year 2005

One teenage by looks and one middle aged man, both wearing monk robes, were facing each other. The middle aged man was wielding a staff that by magic can turn into a metallic whip connected with energy and a pair of boots which can step on air. The teenager on the other hand didn't wield any relic. He conjured weapons using mystic arts and faced the middle aged man.

They started to fight seriously, specially the middle aged man, but the teenager on the other hand was fairly relaxed. The man used confusing footwork that the teenager easily saw through. He used faints, baits only to fail miserably. They continued to exchange moves, though it actually seemed like an a.d.u.l.t playing with a child. At last the middle aged man whipped his strange stuff towards the teenager's head while being in mid air with his boots. Just it was about to land on his head, the teenager tilted his head so little that the whipped missed by a hair's breath. He grabbed at the whip's metallic part and gave a strong pull. Not being able to contend with that much strength, he tumbled towards the teenager. The teenager grabbed him by waist, flipped him and slammed him to the ground. His conjured sword went for the kill only to land just beside the middle aged man's throat.

The man who was down the ground was clearly frustrated for a moment, but couldn't help but smile when the very person which slammed him to the ground extended a hand towards him to help him get up, while plastering his face with warm smile which was pure out of friendliness. He took hand and got up deeply breathing. He said,

-You are still merciless as ever, Marcus. Not a shred of softness towards a friend.

-Being soft to friend while training is being cruel to him in the battlefield. That what my father used to say. I would have my friend suffer some pain earlier, rather than have him killed a true fight, Mordo. [Obviously he is talking about John Wick]

-A very wise saying, I wish I could meet him. [Mordo conveniently forgot that Marcus' father supposed to be farmer] Mordo continued,

-Well, you did cheat this time, so it should be my win, right? You yourself said that you were not going to use any of your physical gifts. This was supposed to be a spar of pure mystic arts. Yet you used them. So, it's clearly my win.

-Nope my dear friend, see here, the spell to sealing off my power is still working. I am just slightly stronger than normal human right now. That's all.

Showing his palm where a black spell was rotating, Marcus answered. Mordo asked confusedly,

-Well, then how... how there was a sudden burst of strength when you pulled the staff of living tribunal? How were you able to dodge every time I was about to land a hit?

-You see, I used a small spell to enhance my strength at the moment of pull. The same goes for my reaction speed and agility. They barely fall into advanced category, a master like you surely know them right.

-Wait, wha... I mean, those spell requires hand signs and chanting. A few seconds would be needed to conjure any one of those spell. How could you do it in the heat of battle and that is without any hand signs?

-I just recently made a breakthrough, that's all.

Said Marcus laughing.

-You know what, I am not even going to bother about progress of a genius like you.

-Yet I fall short to my brother, when it comes to mystic arts. He figured it out two months ago and now he is able to conjure 2nd fold spells without even twitching a finger.

-It seems like you possess a greater talent for physical prowess while Winston posses a greater talent for mystic arts. Pretty good match up if you ask me. You two compliment each other.

-Is that what you think? May be... may be not. Because there would be time when for one reason or another he would not be my side. We both have our private lives after all.

- I seriously wonder sometimes, where are you two from? You have such a gift both physically and at mystic arts. It's like the universe itself drowned you two with all the blessing it can.

-Yet we are no way close to those truly strong in this universe. Like Dormamu, Darkseid.....

Marcus released a big sigh. Mordo's eyes widened hearing that,

-Wow there. You aren't trying to pick a fight with those invincible entities, right. As long as you don't provoke them, they wouldn't bother with a place like earth.

-I really doubt that.

-Anyway, the amount of talent and progress your brother showing, it is a given he going to be nominated for the next sorcerer supreme and you for a sanctum guardian once you became masters at the age of 15, which is in few months. What are going to do?

-Refuse of course. Even we realize we are too young for that kind of responsibility. Why don't you?

-Well, what choice do we have. We didn't anyone as talented as you for like.... forever. If anyone can take the mantle, it is one of you two. If not for your brother, you would have been nominated for the position. What I am pointing at is, Kamar Taj needs you protecting the earth from mystical threats. We cannot do without you, not anymore, not after what you have shown in past one and half years.

Wryly smiling, Marcus asked,

-Have the ancient one sent you to convince me? I am very sorry but I would have to refuse your request. I cannot say for Winston, but as for as I know him, he would refuse too.

-No, he would refuse because of your refusal. Both you and I know that, if you stay he would stay too. Think of people of earth, Marcus. Think of your responsibility.

-No, I...

Just as Marcus about to refuse again, an apprentice came towards them in hurry and greeted them,

-Master Mordo, apprentice Kent. The Ancient One requested your presence at the infirmary. Master Kaecilius has returned defeated from London.

Marcus exclaimed,

-Wow, London?

Mordo answered,

-Yes, didn't you know, he apparently he went off alone to defeat a rogue practitioner of dark arts who stole the dark scepter from London museum.

-Feels great that manipulative gay pedophile got his a.s.s handed to him.

Mordo had a confused and angry expression,

-Marcus, you may not like him, but it is not proper to accuse a master with baseless accusation.

-Well, thank you for not knowing Mordo, that degenerate tried to grab my buttock multiple time and molest me and my brother in different ways. I did teach him a lesson but twisting his hand and breaking all the bones in his wrist when he tried to grab my buttock though. But that is the reason me and my brother don't like him.

Mordo had his mouth open so wide that you could probably fit an egg in it. After a while with much difficulty he asked,

-Why on earth did you not let the ancient one know of such atrocity.

-Well, the ancient one told me that in Kamar Taj we are very liberal towards secrets. So, we thought it was such a secret that ancient one allowed.

-No, absolutely not. We do promote healthy courtship between men and women, but this is n.a.k.e.d defiance towards natural law and order. A master absolutely not give in to such degeneration. It corrupts the mind. We must inform this to the ancient one.

-Well, lets first go to the infirmary.