The Marvel-ous World of Ponies

"Well, Spikey-Wikey, you sure picked a strange place for anger-management lessons." noted Rarity as she approached her friend and admirer, "a place like this would make most ponies angrier."

"What can I say?" asked Spike sarcastically, "I'm not most ponies."

"Of course you aren't, you're special." Rarity asked, putting all of her persuasive abilities to work. Years ago, a simple bat of her eyelash would have Spike at her side asking what he could do for her. Not anymore.

"If B.O.O.K.S. wants the monster, tell Twilight she's not getting it. Last time I was the other dragon I broke... uh... Manehattan." Spike replied, not affected by Rarity's sways and pleas.

"We're not after the other dragon right now, just agreement that if we need him, he'll come." Rarity explained further. She wasn't about to fail a mission because her friend was stubborn.

"I won't agree to that." Spike said firmly.

"Anything you'd like me to tell Twilight?" Rarity asked, drooping her head.

"Yeah. Tell her I thought she'd be more sensitive than to ask me to bring him out." Spike said, turning back to his work. His early life with Twilight had gotten him extremely interested in science. That love had gotten him in one of the biggest predicaments of his life.

"If you're sure you won't help..." Rarity said, walking away.

"I didn't say no to helping," Spike said, wrapping up his latest experiment and following Rarity out, "lead the way."