Tony was just drinking his way through the second cupful of scotch (probably not the most common way of drinking heavy liquor, but still quite practical) when a soft cough interrupted him. Fighting off the comforting doziness of light drunkenness he squinted up, finding himself eye to eye with a young, skinny boy dressed in that stupid pizza delivery outfit. But what the hell. An angel of the Lord was chilling in his tower. Nothing seemed odd any more.

"Tony Stark." The stranger stated warily, keeping his distance. "I hoped to meet you when you were…less intoxicated."

"Bad luck." Tony shrugged, cackling. "Chances of that are slim on regular days. And this is no, no regular day."

"I see." The boy sighed. "Gabriel has arrived."

Tony downed back the cup. "The short winged guy with apocalypse?"

"That does sound like Gabriel." The boy agreed.

"Oh, he's here, alright." Tony muttered. Last he saw him, the self professed angel of the Lord was cheerfully flirting with Natasha, not at all too bothered with the fact she showed less than no interest in him. Squinting, he examined the stranger- intruder, also, he realised now.

"Who are you, anyways?" His eyes found the name tag on the white-red stripped shirt. "Arfie?"

"My name is Samandriel." The boy smiled. "I am, also, an angel."

"Oh." Tony nodded. More angels. Whoopie. "Suppose it didn't fit on your name tag?"

"My vessel's name is Arfie." The angel explained.

"Your…vessel?"

"Yes. The human that is hosting my grace." Samandriel smiled absently. "He agreed to take me in for a greater cause."

"You jumped some pizza boy's bones."

"I have not-" Samandriel shook his head. "Where is my brother?"

Pouring himself another drink, he nodded towards the doors. "Down the hallway."

"Thank you." And with that, the angel was gone.

Tony quickly decided he wasn't drunk enough.

It was a dull day for the Winchesters- well, as dull as their days ever got. There was no monster to take care of, no hunt approaching, and while Sam did his best to find something of their sort in all the newspapers he could get his hands on, Dean took the opportunity to relax, watch some telly and recover from the last hunt. He had pulled his shoulder ganking a werewolf, and it still ached a bit, and nothing worked better on aching shoulders than a Dr. Sexy MD marathon and a good quantity of pie.

Of course, universe had other plans.

"Hey, Cas." He sighed as the familiar sound of flapping wings filled the room.

"Hello, Dean." The angel replied, tilting his head to the side to examine the screen. "It appears you are not busy."

Biting back a remark about how watching Dr. Sexy MD definitely did count as busy, Dean switched the TV off. "I guess."

"That is good." Castiel nodded to himself. "Will your brother be joining us soon?"

As if on a cue, Sam emerged through the doors, arms filled with groceries. "Hey, Dean, I think I might've- oh, hey, Cas."

"Hello." Castiel returned the greeting. "We have just been waiting for you."

"Oh." Sam placed the bags on the table and gave the angel his full attention. "Is there some trouble up there?"

"Not more than usual." Castiel muttered. "But there are far greater problems needing our attention."

"What happened?" Dean joined in, turning around to face Cas.

"Lucifer is free again." He whispered. Loud gasp escaped Sam.

"What?" Dean growled, sitting up. "I thought that thing was impossible to get out from. I gave you the rings, damn it!"

"I know. It is my fault." He admitted. "I foolishly trusted Heaven with them-"

"You what?!"

"-and they somehow slipped their fingers."

"Heaven lost the keys to Lucifer's cage?" Sam asked. "I somehow find that hard to believe."

"It might have been intentional." Cas nodded.

"Still, somebody had to open it." Dean went on. "They wouldn't do that- right?"

"No, they would not." The angel sighed. "He appears to have had otherworldly assistance."

"Define otherworldly." Sam sat down on a creaky motel chair.

"As far as I know, a pagan god opened the Cage to offer an alliance." Cas gulped. "It appears Lucifer agreed to it."

"Pagan god?" Dean's eyes narrowed. "Last time we encountered them, they were doing their best to stop him. Why would they-"

"It was Loki." Castiel interrupted.

"Loki? The trickster?" Sam asked. "But Gabriel-"

"Gabriel enjoys impersonating him, yes, but there is an actual Loki of Asgard, and he is set on making apocalypse happen."

"Wait, Loki is in the same mythology as Odin, right?" Dean asked, remembering Sam's ramblings from years ago. His brother nodded. "Odin wanted to stop the apocalypse."

"He had." Castiel nodded. "And his son, Thor, is very keen on Midgard- that is how they refer to your world." He sighed. "Loki seems to have sworn revenge on them both."

"Fucking fantastic." Dean threw himself back on the couch. He needed a drink. "But hey. One rogue angel, one rogue trickster, could be worse."

"I'm afraid it is." Castiel muttered. Sam's eyebrows went up. Dean just muttered a silent 'figures' and rubbed his temples. "A 'rogue' Time Lord joined them too."

Dean picked up his half-emptied bottle of beer and chugged it down. He didn't even bother asking what the hell a Time Lord is. He should've known. They never got dull days.

"Gabriel!"

The aforementioned archangel spun around on his heel, grinning happily once he saw the familiar grace clad in a young, embarrassingly dressed meat-suit. He clapped his hands before pulling the strawberry flavoured lollipop out of his mouth.

"Samandriel! What a pleasure!" He exclaimed, rushing towards his younger brother. "Although it appears you are now going by Arfie."

"Samandriel will suffice, thank you." The younger angel stated dryly, eyes fleeting over the pallid faces in the room. "What have you done?"

"Me? Nothing!" Gabriel let out an exaggerated gasp. "Don't you have any faith in your big brother?"

"I have plenty of faith in you, Gabriel." Samandriel ignored the bad acting. "I also have plenty of experience with your behaviour. You weren't supposed to come here alone."

"But I was bored." The archangel whined.

"You are thousands of years old. I am sure you have suffered through worse than a little boredom." Samandriel sighed. "You should have waited for me to accompany you."

"Well ex-cuse me!" Gabriel spun around again, breaking into a circular pace. He wasn't much of a stand-still person. "I do not require a babysitter, especially not my younger brother!"

"Past experiences suggest otherwise." Samandriel muttered.

"And anyways, where were you?" Gabriel quickly turned the table. "You just vanished! Like that! That is hardly a sign of a good babysitter."

Samandriel ignored the accusation- his short disappearance was entirely Crowley's fault, but he was not about to bring that up. Instead, he focused on the four strangers that were watching them cautiously.

"Hello." He smiled. "My name is Samandriel. I am an angel. Now, I am not sure what Gabriel has been telling you, but all threats were empty and you have no reason to worry."

"Now, brother-"

"Gabriel."

With a sigh and an eye roll, the archangel popped the candy back into his mouth and chose to ignore the conversation.

"Samandriel?" One of the strangers asked, getting up- strikingly beautiful red-head dressed in all black. She offered a hand and he, remembering it was a common human interaction, shook it. "My name is Natasha."

"Black Widow." He nodded. "I have heard a lot about you."

Her expression remained unreadable. "Nothing bad, I hope."
"'Bad' is a relative term." He smiled again. Humans tended to be more co-operating if he smiled. His attention focused on the other three strangers- tall, broad man with fair hair and kind eyes, soul shining through in its' full glory, somewhat shorted man eyeing him in a hawk-like manner, and a familiar blonde haired Norse god.

"Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Thor Odinson." He addressed them all by names. "Could you get the remaining members of your team here, as soon as possible? There will be more people joining us soon, and we want you all to be here when that happens."

"You who?" Steve Rogers asked, getting up. "Heaven?"

"Heaven?- no." He eyed Gabriel, who shrugged feigning innocence. "My brothers and sisters are, although with nothing but good intentions, too frightened and few in number to be of assistance."

"But he said-"

"I apologise for my brother's behaviour." He said honestly. "He means well."

"Awh, look at little Mandy, standing up for his family." Gabriel called out. "Warms the cockles of my grace."

"Gabriel, I am begging you." Samandriel looked at his brother with warning in his eyes. "We need these people to assist us."

"Oh, I'm sure they will." Gabriel sucked at his lollipop. "It is their fault the whole thing is happening in the first place."
"Gabriel-"

"What thing?" Steve Rogers asked, looking mildly panicked.

"We will be-"

"The apocalypse." Gabriel interrupted him, grinning smugly. "But no biggie, really."

Samandriel sighed, rubbing his vessel's temples. He should have called dibs on the Time Lord.

John knew staring wasn't polite, but basic bon-ton was the least of his concerns at the moment. One second, he was in 221B, arguing with the delusional stranger, and in the next one, he was in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by unfamiliar faces, that same stranger grinning at him with a smug expression.

Perhaps he wasn't delusional after all.

That, or John was drugged again.

But when he managed to gather himself and shared a look with Sherlock, all of his hopes fled through the window. Whatever happened, had happened, for Sherlock was there, looking as frightened as John ever saw him.

"Sherlock?" He asked, voice shaking. "What-"

"It appears the man told the truth." Sherlock muttered.

"Told you." Balthazar's grin widened. "Gabriel! Long time no see!"

John stared at the man- angel (for God's sake, angels were real) walk towards a short man standing at the doorway and pull him into a hug. He quickly looked back at Sherlock, only to see his friend once again wore the in-control face. He let out a sigh of relief. As much as he liked seeing emotion on Sherlock's face, it was also a bit unnerving.

"Are we expecting anybody else?" A tall, blond American asked, eyeing them with concern.

"Oh, just our younger brother and his boy-toys." Balthazar replied. "They won't take long."

"And the Time Lord." The short man added.

"And the Time Lord."

Time Lord? John gulped, looking at the crowd gathered around a long sofa.

"I am Steve Rogers." The American walked over to them, friendly smile on their face.

"John Watson." John shook his hand, returning the smile. "And this is my friend, Sherlock Holmes."

"Pleasure." Sherlock nodded, both hands behind his back. John sighed. At least he wasn't telling the man his father had paedophilic tendencies or whatever he had deduced in the last twenty seconds.

"So, what is the thing with two of you?" The American asked conversationally. "Subtle superheroes, or…"

"Superheroes?" John raised his eyebrows. "Could call us that."

"We solve crimes, and he blogs about it." Sherlock supplied.

"What about you?" John asked, smirking at his friend's explanation.

"Superheroes." A slightly drunk man walked towards them. "Not subtle at all."

"Speak for yourself, Tony." A gorgeous redhead supplied from the opposite side of the room.

"'Scuse me, Natasha." The drunken one-Tony- mocked a bow in her direction. "They are the subtle superheroes. I am just a rich cunt who owns this place, occasionally saving lives and blowing space ships up."

"Oh." John swallowed, quite a bit confused. "And what is this place?"

"Former Stark Tower, now the Avengers base." Tony replied. "Don't tell me you never heard of me."

"I am afraid I have not." He glanced up at his friend. "Sherlock? What is-"

"The Avengers." Sherlock muttered before raising his voice. "It appears we have entered a parallel dimension."

"Oh, you talk science!" Tony winked at him. "Bruce! He talks science!"

"What do you mean, a parallel dimension?" Steve asked, ignoring his friend's slurry commentary.

"He means that, where we come from, you do not exist." John replied warily. "Not in real life, anyways."

"You are comic book characters." Sherlock added, feigning a yawn. "Captain America, I assume?"

John shot a quick glance at his friend- Sherlock, reading comic books?- before looking back at the man, expecting an answer.

"Yes, that is me." He smiled.

"And this is Tony Stark, also known at the Iron Man." Sherlock went on. "And back there we have Black Widow, Hawkeye, the amazing Hulk and-" He paused for breath. "Thor Odinson."

John looked up at him, trying to determine whether this was all one big joke on his part.

"I am serious." Sherlock added, noticing his friend's expression.

"But-"

"It makes no sense, I know." Sherlock sighed. "Once when you eliminate the impossible-"

"Whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." Finished an unfamiliar voice. They all turned around to face a trio that seemed to appear out of thin air (nothing uncommon, not anymore), and the tallest man blushed slightly. The shorter one snorted.

"God, Sammy, be a nerd, would ya."

"What was that?" John asked, panic audible in his voice. This whole situation was confusing, odd and it's probably just a dream, it can't be anything else.

"That was a quote from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books." Explained Steve Rogers, looking at Sherlock with wide eyes. "Books about Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock's eyebrows furrowed, and he was just about to start talking when a commotion from the middle of the room stole everybody's attention.

Something else appeared out of the thin air.

It was a blue police box.

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