The next few hours were a swirl of superheroes. I had to exert as much self control as possible to not totally fangirl. Captain America walked in and I tackled him in a hug. That caused Tony to fail at hiding a smirk. I gave Natasha a lighter hug, I wasn't sure if she was going to kill me, but it was worth it.

The cast of Infinity War gathered before me. To do a roll call: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket Raccoon, Teen-Groot, Bucky Barnes, T'challa, Shuri, Drax , Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Vision , Sam Wilson, Rhodes, Doctor Strange, and well is that enough? They all sat around me.

Let me tell you. It is the weirdest feeling to be in a room where anyone there could kill you very easily.

"Why exactly are we here?" Stark asked Peter.

"I come from a reality where all of you are fictional characters." I blurted.

The room was silent.

Strange rose, opened a portal with his sling ring and stepped through. As soon as the portal closed the room erupted into chaos. Everyone started asking questions.

A few minutes passed before a portal opened again and Doctor Strange stepped back thorough. Following him were four familiar faces.

Aurora (Rory) Jackson, Chrysanthemum (Chrys) Lewis, Niles Hobb and Quincy McAplin filed out after him.

Looking at this group of four, no one would think they were that special.

Rory was a pretty short blonde with large hazel eyes. She held herself with the bearing of royalty, although anyone that knew her well knew she was a total dork. A few years ago she had decided to hide the fact she was a total nerd, and begin to wear make-up and dress nice. Not that I'm saying nerds can't look nice, she just didn't flaunt it.

Chrys was about an inch shorter than Rory at the height of 5' 1''. Her fiery red hair drew the attention of everyone, which she disliked and kept it up in a ponytail. She had the body of a runner, although she was a little more stocky.

Niles and Quincy were almost the exact same height.

Niles kept his hair short and tries to style himself after Dean Winchester, although his face was a lot thinner and acne-ridden than the hunter. He rivaled my own knowledge of the Marvel Universe, but wasn't freaking out as much as I was.

Quincy's hair was dark blonde like Nile's. Except it was longer and framed his face in curles, which probably could have been taken better care of, if he used, you know, shampoo. He wore a green bomber jacket, which i realized was the color of almost all of his jackets.

"Guys?" I stared at them.

"Hey Alex." Rory waved. They didn't seem that surprised to see the room of heroes. Excited, yes, but not surprised.

"What's wrong? Guys, it's the Avengers!" I motioned toward the crowd. Peter waved back.

"We know." Niles grinned. "Alex, look what I can do." In a… Flash… Niles moved across the room, like the… um, Flash. He even had a few flickers of lightning trail after him. I wondered if copyright was followed here, would men in darks suits walk out of the shadows if he named himself after the famous speedster. It looked pretty impressive until, he slammed into the wall and slid to the ground. "I meant to do that." He groaned, face down in the carpet.

"What the hell?" I stared at him.

"That's not even impressive, watch this." Rory closed her eyes, concentrating. Her form began to shift. She grew taller, her shoulders broadened, and her hair shortened until she was the spitting image of Steve Rogers. "Freedom." Her voice was the same. She changed back to normal. Steve stared at her in shock. Tears streamed down Tony's face as he held back laughter.

"That was good." Sam grinned.

Quincy was frowning.

"Watch this." He thrust his hands forward, but small sparks danced around his fingers. He stared at his hands. "Crap, that wasn't supposed to happen."

Thor rose, moved over to Quincy, and placed one hand on his shoulder. "It's okay." He seemed serious.

"You are all idiots." Chrys sighed. "I guess it's my turn." Her brow furrowed and she outstretched one arm. At this point, I realized the ginger was dressed like a sorcerer. There was a tearing noise and a red disk appeared in the air. Chrys reached through and pulled out a briefcase. The circle disappeared.

Chrys stumbled, but Rory caught her arm.

"Are you okay?" I moved toward her.

"I'm fine, just tired." She pulled away from Rory.

"What is going on?" T'challa spoke.

"Obviously they have powers. I would like to know where they came from and more about us being fictional." Shuri rose and moved over to Rory, watching the blonde.

"I would also like to know how my friends have powers." I stared at them.

"Strange," Tony looked at the surgeon, "explain."

"Two weeks after we defeated Thanos there was a disturbance that left all of the signs of an infinity stone." Strange began.

"Which is impossible because we threw those suckers into a star." Peter Quill smiled helpfully. Strange glare at him.

"Nevertheless. I followed the signs and it led me to Ms. Lewis lying dazed on the sidewalk. I took her back to the sanctum for… research purposes. Over the last few weeks the occurences of these rifts has been increasing. The rest of the children followed." Strange explained.

"How come Chrys is 'Ms. Lewis' and the rest of us are children?" Rory complained.

"What's causing the rifts?" Sam asked.

"The reality stone." Everyone turned to me. "I mean we are from a different reality, so…" I shrugged.

"What is it like in your world?" Bucky asked. He sat next to Steve. His long hair had been cut and he sported the look from the First Avenger.

"This is going to take a while, so we better sit down." Everyone sat, watching me. My friends nodded, giving me the go-ahead to explain.

"There is a company called Marvel. They have been producing comics for over seventy years. Recently, the Marvel cinematic universe, or the MCU has begun. Into 2008, the first movie was released, Iron Man." Everyone glanced at Tony. "These movies are the stories of all of y'all."

"How many are there?" Natasha sat forward.

"19." Unease filled the room. "In order: Iron Man, Iron Man two, Thor, Captain America: the First Avenger, also there was Incredible Hulk but that sucked, Avengers, Iron Man 3, Thor: Dark World, Captain America: Winter Soldier, Guardians of the Galaxy, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Ant-man, Captain America: Civil War, Doctor Strange, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, Spider-Man: Homecoming, Thor: Ragnarok, Black Panther, Avengers: Infinity War." I finished.

"You called?" Scott Lang walked into the room, holding a hamburger.

"Shut up and sit down." Natasha ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." He sat next to the couch.

"I wish I could show you the movies." I frowned.

Chrys cleared her throat and passed me the briefcase, motioning for me to open it. I did so, and had to hold back a laugh. "Seriously?"

"What is it?" Peter watched my movements.

I flipped the case around and revealed the Marvel films. "I think it would be best if we watch them all. Although, I have to say a quick warning. These movies contain some of the worst points of your lives and they will be painful to watch. If anyone doesn't want to watch, now's the time to speak up. We don't have to." No one said anything. "Alright."

A lot happened over the next 40 hours and 57 minutes.

A lot…

During that time, sighs escaped ladies and some of the men in the room for shirtless scenes. There was a lot of wincing in fight scenes. Bad movies were made fun of, sad scenes were cried over. Coulson was revealed to be alive, oops.

When we got to Homecoming, Peter almost ran from the room. He spent the entire movie blushing deeply. I grabbed his hand during the scene under the building. Practically everyone cried at the end of Infinity War.

By the way, during the marathon we went from being a group of people, to a massive snuggling. I lay on Peter's chest. Niles had Wanda leaning on his shoulder. Rory's head was on Cap's thighs in her legs were across Thor's lap. Shuri shared popcorn with Chrys. Natasha sat between Clint and Bruce. Quincy sat next to Chrys and Shuri on the floor. Scott was on Quincy's head, in tiny form. T'challa and Sam shared a beanbag. Strange floated in the air.

THANOS WILL RETURN

The words flashed on the screen. Tony threw popcorn at it. People separated, for showers and sleep, promising to come back in the morning. Tony led my friends and I each to our separate rooms and told us "No funny business".