Another chapter.
Read this first please.
So you guys do not get confused I guess I should explain the time line: It has roughly been a day since Tony got his behind handed to him by Kara. Let's just say that she talked to her friends about it and they are now on the lookout. Tony meanwhile has to deal with his ex-teammates who are not really pleased about him not telling them about this 'invasion' earlier.
I know Clint said it has been three months. But to clarify, its roughly been a year and a half since the split up. Hope this helps!
Italics are used for sound effects, emphasis, different language and comn systems/electronic voices.
Also I am trying something new with the chapters. Hope you guys like it!
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Ha! Lets just say Clint and Oliver are not going to think very highly of each other. Or maybe just Clint. With Oliver its hard to tell what he's feeling like. You are more likely to prank Tony without him finding out, than discover Oliver's current emotion (in some cases).
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Unknown earth: Location—Alley Way, three blocks West of Empire State Building
13:00 hours
"Not a joke...I swear it," Clint said mockingly, "You seriously called me and the rest of your former teammates to come check out an alleyway? You're lucky Cap managed to drag me out of that fight that biker was going to drag me into. Laura's gonna kill me for that...and for this. Why did I even bother coming back?"
He started trying to imitate Tony's face—when the genius was confident and 'knew' when he was right—but doubled over before he could and started laughing. He nearly slipped on a puddle of water in the alleyway but caught his balance in time; knocking a nearby trashcan over in the process. It slammed to the ground causing a bucket to roll off in front of them. But even the near wipeout could not wipe the smirk off Clint's face.
He hopped up onto a windowsill and sat down, swinging his feet back and forth as he watched his teammates.
"Shut up Hawkeye," Tony grumbled popping his face mask off to expose a swollen black eye that was halfway shut, "I know for sure this is where the energy signature originated from. And seriously? Why couldn't you have done this teasing after stepping off the jet? It would have been better than a punch to the face. I've had it happen to me twice already within a span of seven hours!"
He crossly kicked the metal bucket out of the way and scrunched his face up in pain as the sound of metal on metal rang out. Tony wanting to blame someone for the noise, proceeded to blow an angry raspberry at the archer who continued smirking. The rest of the team—save for Sam who asked to be dropped off in his home town to visit his mother (though Steve suspected he wanted to delay meeting Tony as long as possible)—decided to hide out in the tower in order to keep the news of them getting back together low key. Cap completely ignoring his teammate's antics, knelt down by the nearly evaporated water puddle and glanced up at the sky, his brow furrowed. He scratched his chin thoughtfully.
"Where did this water come from?" he asked standing up with his hands in his pockets, "There was no rain last night, there is not cloud in the sky and there aren't any leaky pipes."
Cap glanced up as he spoke before turning back to his friends.
"Maybe it came from Tony wetting his pants when he saw that alien," Clint snickered, "I wonder if he did before or after she punched him."
He hopped off the window and wandered over to them with a causal, cocky stroll. Tony rolled his eyes, popped his helmet back down, and held his arm out. Frowning he manipulated the controls in his helmet to run a scan of the area. The scan came up with zero energy readings.
"For the record, I did not wet my pants Hawkeye. I'm beginning to regret that I told you what happened, " seeing Steve's annoyed look,Tony brought the conversation back on track, "Well...whatever brought that lady to this alleyway...is now gone."
"So I take your systems glitched?" Clint smirked.
Tony sick of his comments, took a swat at him; but the archer ducked at the last second. Sparks shot out when the armor struck the side of the wall, making Tony curse and jerk his hand back.
"No," he grumbled clutching his armored hand as he examined it, before sticking his tongue out at Clint who of course could not see it, "They didn't glitch! My systems never do."
The archer arched his eyebrow to imply what he was thinking: Yeah right...and the popcorn incident a few years ago was another glitch in your system. My mistake.
"What happened that year then?" Steve asked with a faint smile on his face, "How can you explain the situation we had when you claimed a S.H.I.E.L.D outpost was on fire? And when we arrived it turned out to be that an agent accidently placed metal in a microwave. I'm surprised you haven't fixed that tech problem yet."
"How am I suppose to know that was my tech's secret weakness?" Tony whined sarcastically.
Clint grinned wolfishly and leaned over to whisper in Steve's ear.
"Give up Cap. He's never going to admit when he's wrong."
Steve suppressed a smile and only nodded slightly in response. Tony completely missing the gesture kept on complaining.
"And now I suppose you are going to mention that little accident I had last week with that tech guy at that—"
"Ok...we get it Shell Head," Clint grumbled rolling his eyes to the heavens in exasperation, "Your little systems didn't fail. One thing is for sure...I did not miss your whining at all. Sheesh...and you say Cap's 'lectures' are annoying." Realizing what he had said, the archer was quick to add, "Um...no offense Steve."
"None taken."
"Yeah whatever," Tony rolled his eyes before glaring at his friends through the statics bars scrolling down his helmet, "I just hope that the others don't hear about the alarm I described to you. Or that we just found squat besides a water puddle; I'm looking at the two of you when I say this. I'll never hear the end of it. And no blackmailing me Clint. I can still tell Sam whenever I see him, why his wing pack went on the fritz that day..."
Clint's stony and pissed off expression clearly showed he understood. There was slight rumbling noise and the earth shook slightly as if in response to his words. Steve glanced at Tony in confusion, in lieu the man shrugged instead of making another ridiculous comment. The super-solider sighed and looked up the clear blue sky before strolling over to his motorcycle and before habitually walking to the hooks where he usually hung his shield; temporarily forgetting he had left it at the tower. He picked a baseball cap off the seat and pushed it down on his head so it hid his features. He didn't need anyone to recognize him.
"While you two bicker, " he said shrugging a leather jacket on, "I'm going to go see if I can overhear any information we can use to our advantage. But I won't directly talk to anyone...we can't be too cocky."
"Since when are you the champion eavesdropper?" Clint asked with a crooked smile.
Steve shrugged, "May not or may have done it as a kid when it came to regarding enlisting posts."
"Define when you were a kid," Tony teased.
"Better be careful," Clint remarked pulling the hood on his jacket up and slipping on a pair of sunglasses, "Last thing we need is that jackass Ross from finding out..."
Steve smiled slightly and strolled out of the alleyway. Though his disguise was low tech, he was happy to see it worked. He wanted to keep his identity a secret for the time being and lessen the chance of General Ross from finding out.
General Ross...the smile disappeared and was replaced by a frown. Steve normally liked most people but...there was something distinctly unpleasant about that man. Shaking his head, he pushed through the crowd making sure to avoid from lifting his head to allow people to look at his face. Instead he followed the familiar streets he had grown up with by memory.
That worked...until he walked right into someone. Literally.
Unknown earth: Location—Busiek Internet Café
13:20 hours
"No Central City, Star City, or National City," Cisco leaned back in his chair and blew an exasperated raspberry, "Great... All I see on here are stories about some disaster in some country called Sokovia and killer robots and something about some team called the Avengers who had a big fight three months ago and split. So made up...I mean the killer robots thing...I mean seriously Terminator Series? Sokovia is a place I haven't heard of. Maybe a huge prank on the Internet? Also...Avengers? What idiot came up with a super lame name like that? I think Justice League would sound cooler."
Somehow he managed to say all of that without taking a pause or a break to allow his friends to have a say. He typed a few commands on the computer they were borrowing in an Internet café before grumbling curses under his breath; something about how slow the thing ran and possibly a few choice words in Spanish cursing everything about their predicament.
"Oh and that guy that attacked you last night," Cisco lowered his voice so only the team could hear it, "His name is Iron Man. Talk about a lame nickname...even I could come up with something better than that."
Kara shook her head silencing him. She still couldn't believe that Barry had suggested going to an Internet Café after what happened last night. He and the two other men had managed to vacate the area after changing into civvies. To give her privacy, they had left her alone in the alley; promising to meet up in Central Park to discuss where they would stay for the night. That was when she had run into...the Metal Man or whatever he was. She had X-rayed scanned his helmet, and managed to get a glimpse of his face; long enough that she would be able to recognize his face. He unpleasantly reminded her of Metallo, but fortunately the glowing light in the middle of his chest was not Kryptonite.
Then when he had grabbed her and talked to her...everything had become a blur. In fact she hadn't even realized she had beat the snot out of him until she saw him unconscious in the side of the building. It felt so much like the time she had been 'whammied'—as Barry defined it—that she had left feeling very shaken. Since 'Iron Man' vitals seemed pretty normal and he didn't have every bone in his body broken, she felt it would be better to leave him in the building where people would find him.
But still didn't mean that Cadmus had anything to do with this whole situation. Kara fidgeted slightly as her head started to throb again. Though she was invulnerable, it still kind of hurt when he punched her in the face. That she remembered. Not much of anything else.
She listened in to a conversation nearby with a young couple who were watching them. They were talking about this...Sokovia. She figured by their tone and their confusion to Cisco's statement that this country was real. And that meant the disaster was real to.
"None of us have heard of this place...country even though it appears to be real. So this means this possibly is an..." Kara started to say leaning forward to examine the screen.
"Alternate earth," Barry finished.
The Kryptonian looked at him abruptly unsure if the speedster was joking or not though she trusted his judgement. Barry catching her quizative gaze met it steadily. She could easily read in his brown eyes that he was dead serious.
"Great," Oliver muttered leaning in closer so that the other customers could not hear their conversation, "You sure Barry? Because the last time I got stuck with you we nearly got killed by those things invading our planet...not to mention our mind-controlled teammates—present company excluded in the term of 'invading' the earth."
His tone was slightly menacing and Kara feared that he was about to break out the bow and arrow. But perhaps the large amount of witnesses was the only reason why Barry didn't get an arrow in his back. Feeling sort of numb, she gave him a small smile in gratitude for the 'apology'. With Oliver...that was the closet some could get to a 'sorry'.
"Um..." the speedster's face flashed a bright shade of red similar to color of his suit for a moment as he edged a little closer to Kara's protective frame, "I'm hundred percent sure...no...actually ninety-nine point eight percent sure. Nothing is ever a hundred percent. No actually...ninety-five. But think about it...none of our cities are listed and now there is a country we have not heard of. Perhaps new elements as well."
He lowered his head and started picking at the threads sticking out of the sleeve of his newly purchased jacket. Fortunately, Barry had managed to buy all three of them clothing that fit them perfectly. Unfortunatly, they smelled like they been drying over a camp fire and of sweat (the motel that they had stayed at did not grasp the idea of owning laundry equipment). The speedster still had not yet managed to figure out how to prevent things he carried from spontaneous combusting; though he had gotten better; roughly thirty percent of things he carried still caught fire (which was a difference from fifty percent).
Kara adjusted her glasses slightly. She didn't need to use any of her powers to sense the tension in the room.
"So uh...now what?" she asked resting her hands gently on the back of Barry's chair. The wood creaked slightly as she pressed her strength into it, causing her to withdraw for a moment to prevent the furniture from crashing out beneath her.
"Until we figure out exactly what that bright flash of light was and how it brought us here," Cisco answered with a slight shrug, "I have no idea. I tried several times last night—until I passed out—trying to vibe the others and got nada. Stupid glasses are busted...I'm going to have to fix them."
"Could the device you gave me open a breech?" Kara asked hopefully before adding dejectly, "Which I left in Oliver's hangout."
He immediately shook his head, "Unfortunatly no. Even if we did have it, I programed it to only open a breech between your earth and our earth, as well as communications. This earth has a different frequency which would interfere with the system. And until I have something that measures that said frequency...we are stuck here."
There was an ugly silence for a few moments. Oliver looked pretty ticked off but he fortunately did not make an effort to take out on anyone or anything.
"Hey...look on the bright side," Barry brightened up slightly, "At least we're not on an earth where we have doppelgangers that are evil."
Kara remembered he had said something similar to the first time he had met her and sensed a long story was behind that particular comment then and now. But she did not want to sidetrack the conversation by asking. So she kept quiet but made a mental reminder to ask her friend later.
"Pun...really?" Cisco cracked a smile and seeing his friend's confused look replied, "You know...'bright flash of light' brought us here and just now you said 'look on the bright side'."
Barry looked perplexed before shaking his head in confusion at his friend's statement, "How is that a pun?"
Oliver grunted, clearly unimpressed. He picked up a carry on bag he had purchased and slung it over his shoulder. His bow and quiver barley fit in it, and Kara was pretty sure he would set off a metal detector if they walked through one. She knew better than to argue though even though the archer would never lay a finger on her.
She nervously rubbed her arm as they walked out of the building. Kara decided not to mention to her friends that one of the machine's bullets had gotten lucky yesterday. The bullet fragment had traces of Kryptonite in it but fortunately not enough to enter her bloodstream. It had grazed it leaving a nasty scratch behind, but fortunately it was healing rather quickly with the aid of the sun. She began to wonder again secretly, if the machines had been created by project Cadmus, and had been somehow sent to Barry's earth—Earth 1. If so...it was troubling that the secret organization had managed to figure out how to breach between earths even though they had not gotten ahold of the wonderful device Cisco gave her—though a certain tech genius on her earth did and only through gentle threatening and bribes did she get it back.
"So now what?" Kara asked as they walked through the busy streets of Manhattan, "Are we going to...stay here? What if they need us back home? We are unable to get to them and...well..."
She trailed off uncertainly and bit her bottom lip.
Barry gave her a sheepish look,"Remember the first time we teamed up?"
"Yeah?"
"Well...um...when I returned to my earth only a second had past," he explained drumming his fingers on the side of his leg nervously, "Which could mean—"
"That only a limited amount of time will pass," Cisco interjected with a wide grin on his face, "Sweet! Perhaps in that time frame I will be able to open up a breech!"
He fist-pumped the air to express his joy and jostled a nearby pedestrian who shot him a startled look.
"And what if years have past?" Oliver grumbled hefting his bag into a more comfortable position, "Then what?"
"You always have to look to the negative side of things don't you?" Barry frowned nearly tripping over an aluminum soda can lying in his path.
Oliver arched an eyebrow before coming to a complete and sudden stop. Several pedestrians shot him dirty looks as they tried to maneuver around him through the thick traffic of people. Kara looked at the man quizatively.
"What is it?" she asked.
He shrugged, "Not sure. I just got an uneasy feeling for a second."
"Same here," Barry nodded looking around, "I don't like it...whatever it is...or was."
He glanced up at the sky at jet liner that came flying overhead, shading his eyes with his hand. It's engines must have been muffled to him, but to Kara's super hearing it sounded like super woofers had gone of in her head. She winced slightly and eased up on the super hearing. The roar of the engine soon died down as the plane passed behind a skyscraper.
Cisco scrunched his nose up, "I don't feel anything. Do you Kara?"
She shook her head and glanced in the direction of the plane had taken before looking back at her friends.
"Ah...I'm sure it was nothing," Barry grinned cheerfully as he picked the soda can up to examine it, "Maybe its a side effect of jumping universes."
But his voice sounded strained and Kara could see worry in his eyes as the speedster silently read the back of the aluminum container; almost as if it were a complex puzzle he could solve but did not have the answer to. She knew better than to ask him. Barry usually covered up his emotions with a cheerful demeanor so it was hard to read what he was really feeling like. But she also wondered...how did the two men feel a strange feeling while she and Cisco did not? Baffled, she could only nod in response to her friend's statement.
"Come on," Oliver sighed hefting his pack, "We should find some place to rest. Hopefully some place that does not have cockroaches the size of rats."
He started walking forward again, and Kara and the rest followed him. Barry silently tossed the can in a recycle bin as they passed, before stuffing his sticky fingers into his jacket pockets.
"And eat," Cisco added with a grin.
Kara laughed and was about to swat her friend's shoulder—gently as to not seriously dislocated his shoulder—when a man ran right into him. Both Cisco and the pedestrian went in two different directions. Barry managed to catch Cisco before he hit the ground, but the pedestrian was not as lucky. He managed to regain his footing but almost took out Oliver in the attempt. The archer swore and jumped back before one of the man's arms could catch him in the face.
"Are you okay?" Kara asked anxiously.
However, she was glad the pedestrian had not run into her. It would have rather complicated to explain how she didn't fall down and how he found out what it was like to run into a brick wall.
The man laughed, "I'm alright miss."
He stood up straight and adjusted his leather jacket with a quick jerk on the helm. He wore a baseball cap that covered most of his face but Kara could still see the wide smile he had. It seemed as if he was trying to hide his identity from the public. She felt a flicker of sympathy knowing what he felt like. It was hard to blend in with the general public when you were a well known celebrity or a hero—in the pedestrian's case he no doubt was a celebrity. He certainly played the part. The man was about as tall as Barry—who was no midget himself considering he was about six feet tall—, blondish colored hair peeking out from underneath his hat, and he looked like he was perfect shape and at the peek of health. The white T-shirt he was wearing was stretched tightly across his chest.
"Sorry," the man turned to Cisco who was crossly brushing himself off.
"It's fine, man really," Cisco sighed, "No harm done."
He spread his arms out to show the pedestrian that he was completely unharmed.
"Except to my foot," Barry complained glancing down at his sneakers which despite being new were already worn out.
But Kara could sense he was joking and suppressed a smile. To be on the safe side however, she tilted her glasses causally down her nose and quickly scanned his foot with X-Ray vision; the scan came out normal.
"I'm sure it isn't that bad son," the man said with genuine concern to Barry's statement. However, he said this while looking down at his feet so that his voice sounded muffled and low. His behavior was struck Kara as odd, but she decided to hold her observations until later.
The speedster shook his head while a hesitant smile was crossing his face, "Nah. I'm just joking. I'm fine really."
"Comparative to other times you got hurt...yes...I'd say you're okay," Cisco muttered.
Oliver elbowed him in the ribs silencing him instantly. The speedster shot him his version of a death glare before crossing his arms and spreading his lanky legs apart so it looked like he was more secure but casual.
"Well...I hope you 're enjoying the city," the man said with a curt nod apparently not hearing Cisco's statement or Barry's warning look, before crossing his arms with a slight smile, "Ah...where are you from? I really cannot place your accents."
Kara caught a glimpse of Barry's concerned look for a split second, as it only lasted that length of time. Quickly she glanced in the direction the speedster was looking and she spotted Oliver with his hand halfway in the bag containing his bow. She cleared her throat to stop her friend and said, "Missouri."
Oliver visibly relaxed and retracted his hand before stuffing it in his jacket pocket. He still regarded the pedestrian with suspicion, and there was nothing Kara could do about that. There was slight rumble and the ground shook slightly. It felt like a miniature earthquake. Kara glanced at her friends to see if they had noticed anything, but only saw Barry glance in confusion her way. His shoulders relaxed slightly.
"Huh..." the pedestrian's brow furrowed for a moment and looked at them for the first time since he had started speaking, "I've never heard of anyone from Missouri coming up here. Then again...New York gets plenty of visitors. See you around."
He walked away waving as he did. Kara watched as he disappeared into the crowd and let out a quiet sigh of relief. She had at least prevented someone from being skewered.
"He was...interesting," she commented hesitantly.
"Strange barely describes it," Barry muttered under his breath.
"You'd think that he's never seen people from around the world visit this city. I think New York gets approximately fifty-two point seven million visitors a year," Cisco shrugged when he saw their looks before continuing in a sort of whiney voice, "What? I got bored. Wikipedia was calling my name."
Kara snorted and they continued walking down the sidewalk this time being watchful of pedestrians. She knew that the next person to ask them where they were from might cause a scene.
"Isn't that roughly..." Barry paused for a moment, "One hundred forty two thousand, four hundred sixty six people a day?"
"Great...I just had to get stuck with the geek squad," Oliver grumbled under his breath.
"How?" Kara asked ignoring the archer.
"Its nothing...really. Its just...I can calculate high sums in my head," Barry answered uncomfortably with a sigh, "Not something I like to brag about..."
He trailed off and looked at the ground between his feet. Two spots of crimson had stained his cheeks which usually happened when he was embarrassed. Kara understood and decided to stop asking him questions. She dejectly walked forwards. Cisco had stated that his vibe glasses would need fixing. Who knew how their teammates were reacting right now.
Her arm started itching again and in order to relieve the skin irritation, the Kryptonian slipped her hand under her sleeve to scratch the area. Unnoticed, a piece of metal the size of a dime scabbed off and fell to the ground with a muffled clink. It was glowing a faint red color before being crushed underfoot by a pedestrian, spilling out a sulfurous liquid that was quickly evaporated by the sun.
Earth Prime: Location Team Arrows Base of Operations
19:00 hours
"This is bad...this is really, really bad."
Catlin never thought she'd see Felicity freak out but that was exactly what her friend was doing. Her friend had gone completely off her rocker. Papers littered the ground everywhere; scattered by the breeze caused back her pacing. The monitors had dozens of search webs up, all scanning for their missing teammates. Rory was perched on the handles around the computers. His arms were folded neatly on the top of the railing and he rested his head between them. He was still dressed in the rags that gave him his abilities, though he had removed them from his face and it had been roughly a day since their teammates' disappearances.
Perhaps he was feeling anxious as well, because several tendrils of rag snaked off his arms and were randomly doing things. Some kept picking up the papers on the ground. Others were wrapping themselves around Curtis's legs—the later of which kept trying to push them off. And a few just limply hung at Rory's sides, fluttering every once and a while.
Rene appeared out of nowhere and slammed his fist against one of the pillars. The concrete cracked slightly, and blood pooled out from the torn skin of his knuckles. He didn't seem to notice or care about the pain.
"They still have to be out there!" he shouted, "They can't be dead. They are still out there. And to think we abandoned them!"
"Rene," Catlin said softly, "I am sorry. There is no way they could have survived the explosion. Even Supergirl wouldn't have...there were traces of some...unknown element in it that...could potentially degrade her cellular structure."
He turned to her. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy. Thea sat in the corner silently. Since Oliver's disappearance, the young woman had not said a word though she had cried. She kept un-stringing and re-stringing her bow string. Her quiver of arrows spilled out next to her feet but she apparently did not notice. Her face suddenly hardened and her tightened her grip around the string so hard that it cut deep into her leather glove; marking the skin underneath with a red grove.
"Whose going to tell the city the mayor is dead?" she asked quietly, "Or Barry's family. Or Kara's friends?"
No one had an answer for her. Curtis shifted in his uneasy seat next to Rory before standing up. He wandered over to the computers and examined its screen quietly. He bowed his head and asked, "How well does this algorithm measure vitals?"
"Pretty well," Catlin shrugged, "Cisco designed it."
She trailed off feeling miserable about a co-worker she had known for so long was gone. Her fingers began steaming in response to her jumbled feeling making her realize that one of the bracelets she wore had slipped off. She jerked her arm back, but not before a thin layer of ice spread across the worktable. The power repressors were doing their job holding back her...icy side, but the ice could appear at random if she did not concentrate. Or as Cisco put it...she was holding back her evil Elsa.
Breathing slowly through her mouth, Catlin picked up the bracelet and pulled it on. Instantly, her fingers turned back to a normal pink and warm coloration, instead of an icy white color.
"Well," Curtis continued uncomfortably, "Wouldn't it tell us if they were dead? I mean...all its showing us right now is that the connection was severed. Which could only happen when—"
"They were transported suddenly," Felicity sat up suddenly, her eyes glimmering with hope, "Which means they can still be alive."
"And if we can back trace the last ping they gave off," Curtis added.
"We can find out where they went!" Felicity sprang up and dashed over to one of the computers at a speed that would have impressed Barry.
She started typing frantically, different serves and screens flying across her screen. Rory looked up and glanced over her shoulder. He didn't say anything, but Catlin could see all the tension disappear from his shoulders. She swallowed nervously and rested her hand gently on his shoulder. He glanced back at her with a faint smile and grateful look which she returned.
"I'm going to call the others," she said carefully, "Joe and Iris. It would be best if they only knew about this. Wally...well...he would probably do something rash."
"Whose Wally?" Felicity asked without taking her eyes off the computer.
"Iris's brother," the bioengineer shrugged slightly, "He's got speed powers like Barry. Unfortunatly, Barry stated that he though it would be best for Wally to sit the robot attack out, and he preferred him to start with small crimes first. Wally...was not really happy with that, so Iris managed to talk him out of it. I hate to see what he would do if he knew Barry went...missing."
"So you have like 'Kid Flash'," Curtis asked with an arched eyebrow.
"That's what we call him," Catlin shrugged, "He complains about it."
"How much?"
Catlin though back to the number of times Wally complained about the nickname; so much that the team started keeping score, "Too much." She leaned against the table and squinted up at the overhead lights as her thoughts wandered over to the others in Central City. How was Joe going to take it when she told him? Almost as if the universe hated her, her phone rang. Wincing, she withdrew it from her purse and looked at the caller I.D. hoping secretly that it would be a solicitor, or even her cousin.
She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes for a split second before answering the phone, "Hey...Joe. I need to tell you something...its about Barry. No...he's fine...its just..."
The bioengineer looked over a Felicity who shook her head warningly. Catlin took a deep breath before continuing, "He...and Cisco...they're missing."
Don't worry. Future chapters I will have Joe, Iris, and Wally make an appearance as well as a POV. However, it will be mostly from people like Felicity, the Recruits, and Catlin for a while.
Busiek Internet Café is named after Kurt Busiek who was the writer for one of the DC/Marvel Crossover comics: JLA/Avengers. Out of respect for the people who made some of the crossovers possible I decided to create a café named after one of them.
Also the time periods are the same for all three earths: Earth Prime (Oliver and Barry's earth), Earth-38 (Supergirl), and Earth Unknown (Avengers; I will come up with a name eventually).
See you guys next time!
~Sil