So, a few notes before we begin the story. First off, timing. This Fic takes place after he Arrow Episode 'Monument Point' and between Age of Ultron and Civil War. I will at some point go through Civil War once the story gets moving.
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"Hello Oliver. Nice timing." Damien Darhk smiled, his eyes glowing sickly yellow. "I think you're going to need bigger arrows." He cackled, and absorbed the last of the souls provided by the recent nuclear detonation.
"Stop this!" Oliver protested through gritted teeth, running through his options. Obviously Diggle's gun would be completely ineffective against their adversary, especially with his new power. And with all the death, he doubted he would be able to hold his own like last time.
Darhk just laughed. "Of course, right away. Because you hold so much power over me, Mr. Queen." The room was engulfed in swirling yellow energy.
"Darhk, whatever plans you have, you know we'll stop you!" Diggle shouted through gritted teeth.
"I highly doubt that, but in any case, this bores me. I have outgrown my interest in the two of you. Goodbye!" He smiled widely, and with a flick of his hand, the yellow energy cascaded upon the heroic duo. After a moment,mother energy dispersed, and the pair was gone.
"What in the-" Diggle groaned and pulled off his mask and tossed it to the side. He wasn't prepared for a bright, shining sun glaring in his eyes. With another pained groan, he shielded his still-adjusting eyes and sat up. "Where…are we?" He asked.
"Still working on it, Dig." Oliver managed, sitting up himself. A quick gust of wind blew his hood off, removing any shade he had protecting his own eyes. "It doesn't look like Star City, for starters, but definitely still American. New York maybe?" He asked, pointing to the horizon of sky rises and tall buildings in the distance.
"Well wherever we are, we won't get far in these outfits, if you know what I mean." Diggle chided, angry that once again, Damien Darhk had gotten away.
Oliver climbed to his feet. "Good point. It isn't stealing if you leave the cash behind, is it?" He chuckled and held out his hand to his friend and partner.
"I'd like to think not." John smiled as he took Oliver's hand and climbed to his feet.
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That's exactly what I mean. There's nothing. Nothing about the nuclear detonation at all on the web or any news network." John looked up from his phone as the pair walked down the street in no particular direction, freshly dressed in civilian clothes.
"How can there not-" Oliver cut off as they passed a couple walking opposite to them. "How could there not be anything?"
"I have no idea. The only thing I can find is stuff about 'The Avengers' and some form of disaster in Sokovia." John sighed, and put away his phone in frustration. "Nothing on hive either. In fact, there is no record of Star City, at all!" He continued , crossing his arms in frustration.
"Obviously, wherever Darhk sent us, it isn't our world. Hell, Barry just told me about a trip he took to 2 different Earths, one where Star City, and Central City, didn't exist." Oliver said, trying to make sense of the whole situation. Being told about it was one thing, but experiencing it? That was an entirely different experience.
"Well that's just great. We are locked away here in some other world, while Darhk now has unlimited access and power to level Star City, even the globe. Especially with us gone." Diggle rambled, clearly upset. After having to kill his brother, being separated from his only family left was beginning to set in, and not well.
"John, Just calm down, we can figure this out. I promise you that." Oliver stopped and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, reassuring him.
"Yeah, alright Ollie." John returned, loosening the grip on his duffel bag containing his 'work' clothes.
/
"F.R.I.D.A.Y., status report." Tony Stark requested as he popped a handful of blueberries in his mouth and chewed loudly.
""I'm getting very strange energy readings about 5 miles out from Sith limits, boss." The disembodied A.I. responded, its voice echoing throughout Tony's lab at his tower.
"Friday, you know how much I hate it when you're cryptic. What kind of energy readings?" He complained between chews, pulling up the scan on a touchscreen.
"Initial analysis confirms constant levels of other-world radiation as the portal opened during the Chitauri Invasion." F.R.I.D.A.Y. explained.
Tony choked on the remaining blueberries. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., get me a direct line with Captain Rodgers." He muttered quickly as he headed over to his last remaining Iron Man suit. Pepper didn't like him using it, but he kept it in case of emergencies, like this.
"Yes boss, right away." The A.I. did as it was told, and the call transferred to the suit Tony was putting on.
The call rang once before Steve picked up. If anything, Steve was punctual. "Tony what can I-" the Star Spangled Avenger began.
"No time for chat, buddy. We've got a situation. Identical energy readings to the portal from New York." Tony cut right to the chase. "I'm sending you the coordinates now, meet you there." Without another word, The Iron Man cut off the call and blasted off, headed south for what he thought to be another alien invasion.
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"Let's move it people!" Steve shouted as alarms sounded across the Avengers Facility. Various staff scrambled about to their designated stations, while others suited up. "Sam, you're running ahead of the Quinjet running recon. Wanda, Natasha, Clint, you're with me." The Captain ordered.
"And just a week before I was going to retire." Clint muttered as he slung his quiver over his shoulder. "But where else would you find an archer like me?" He smiled.
Steve elected to ignore Hawkeye. "Vision, you hang back as a last line of defense, just in case whatever is coming through punches through us."
"Quite right." Vision responded as his vest and pants morphed into his more usual cape and armor.
"Avengers, move out!" The Captain shouted, and boarded the Quinjet.
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Oliver's first clue that something was off was the winged man flying past them overhead. His instincts kicked in almost immediately. "John, move!" He shouted as he grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled him into an alleyway. The pair ended up, and Diggle reached for his gun holstered in his waistband. But the bird-man flew right past them, apparently targeting something else. Oliver's second clue was the deafening sound of rockets. Only that noise came from a second man in the distance, coming to a stop right near he and Dig had appeared no more than 15 minutes ago.
"That metal one's called Iron Man." John pointed out, referring to an article he read earlier.
"Seems rather self absorbed if you ask me." Oliver commented.
"Yeah, like it's any better than 'The Hood' or 'The Arrow' Diggle teased.
"Hey." Oliver shot back defensively, but a grin played across his face.
Both smiles wiped off their faces when both flying men turned and headed back in their direction.
"I think that's our cue to run!" Diggle shouted as he turned, Oliver close behind. The jumped a dense and jogged out of the small suburb into a forest, the fliers at a surprisingly matching pace. How odd, Oliver thought, but curiosity fled his mind as he focused on the matter at hand. He ducked under a low branch and burst into a clearing, where he saw some kind of jet hovering into a landing.
"Well that's just great." Diggle stated the obvious as he turned his head back and forth between the landing jet and the two fliers, who were now beginning their descent. Out of options, Oliver dropped his bag, ready for a fight if one needed. The jet landed and the back opened, and three figures hopped out. On the left, a woman clad in red. On the right, an archer clad in back. And in the center, a blonde man sporting a very blue outfit.
"I'm going to ask you both once to come nicely." The blue one offered kindly.
"Or else what?" Diggle shot back, not taking kindly to orders.
"Or we take you by force." The metal one known as Iron Man announced as he lowered himself to the ground.
"Well I have to say, you give a very compelling argument." Oliver commented much more kindly than his companion. He eyed the archer closely, but returned his gaze to the one clad in blue. "We will come quietly, for now." He picked up his bag.
"We will?" Diggle questioned.
"You will?" Iron Man responded, equally surprised.
"Yes, we will." Oliver replied steely. He made his way to the blue man and extended his hand. "My name is Oliver Queen."
"Steve Rogers." The blue man took his hand and shook it strongly, trying to read the odd man.
A/N
Hi guys! Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed, and I really appreciate any criticism or comments, and reviews are always welcome! Considering bringing some Flash or Legends characters, but I'm still unsure. If there's anyone you'd like to see, let me know!
Thanks,
LeoValdez17
