A/N: Hi, guys. I'm not dead! Sorry this took so long to get up, I got distracted by school and other stories that I shouldn't have started, but they wouldn't leave me alone so I wrote them anyway. So I hope you enjoy the story. Review please.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or Young Justice.

Bart's past

"Tell me where they are you insolent child!" Blue Beetle spat in my face, again. Seriously hasn't he ever heard of say it not spray it, jeze.

"No! I'll never tell you!" I replied, spitting in his face too, see how he likes it. An excruciatingly familiar scream pierces the air. No. No no no no NO! Why do they have to hurt them too, it's me they want. Dammit, we've done these reconisins missions, thousands of times, now we get caught. This really isn't looking good, come on Bart think, you're smart, think of something!

"Oh, Silver Tongue, you will tell me all your secrets."

"In your creepy dreams bug man." This is really getting old, same old routine, they capture us, separate us, leave us alone for a while, interrogate, torture, interrogate, torture… you get the picture.

Ok. He's gone. I've been working on my bindings, to the chair I've been chained to for 5 billion years, I finally break free. Walking (Limping/crawling really) over to the door, I pick the lock with the tools they didn't think to take from me, smart they are not these aliens. I bust out my team, stealth is one of my specialties. Somehow we find our weapons. Art (Blazing Arrows), takes out some of the guards, with her flaming arrows. Blaze is 13, 5ft. tall, red hair cropped close to her head, like her name she has a fiery personality. Christie (Ninja) takes out the rest with her awesome martial arts skills. Christie is 12, 4' 7'' tall, long pale blond hair, she's stealthy, smart, and quick (not as quick as me though). The last of our team is Kyle (Fallen Angel), he's actually carrying me now, I can't really walk anymore. Kyle is 15, 5'10'' tall, shaggy brown hair, he's really strong, he has black wings and can fly too! Kyle's a really sweet guy, but when any of his friends, or teammates (us) are in trouble, he's a force to be reckoned with.

Sweet we're out! I never thought I'd be glad to see the gray sky in my life. We're almost to the edge of the Beetle's compound, then there's an explosion, I'm flying through the air, the girls are screaming, again. I hear Kyle's (manly) scream. I first see orange and red, I feel the heat. Then there's the swirling mass of black with purple. Then I know no more.

Present day (In avenger's dimension)

"And that's what happened before I got here." I had been talking to the Avengers about the my world, about the war.

It was silent for a while, everyone was staring at me, I am not fond of staring.

"I know I'm handsome, but please, stop staring." They stopped, looking at the floor, ceiling, walls, cat, peanut butter, etc. instead.

I've been in this world for 4 days now, most of my injuries have healed, thanks to my rapid healing abilities, and the Doc of course. Also Stark got my Collar off! Don't ask me how because it's science mumbo jumbo I don't understand.

"Damn, that sucks." Stark says. I snort, Wow understatement of the century.

"So, Doc, can I PLEASE use the training room now," I beg, "See, I'm all healed up now, and when I go back I need to be at full fighting capacity." I'm on my knees in front of the Doc., hands clasped together, puppy dog face out. We have a staring competition, before he finally breaks.

"Alright, fine. But don't push it." Bruce sighs.

As I walk off to the training rooms Bruce whispers to Steve, "Hey Steve, mind watching Bart, so he doesn't overdo it?"

"No not at all." And Steve follows Bart to the training areas.

I stretch a little before starting to run some laps around the track, gradually increasing my speed. Then I wander over to the punching bags, one of which I drew a face on and named Bob, just as I'm about to wreck havoc on 'Bob' Steve walks in.

"You don't have to babysit me." I ground out between punches and kicks to Bob. He stays silent for a little bit, "Don't think of it as babysitting, more like helping." Steve responds as he comes up behind Bob, holding him in place.

I snort, but accept his help, we move over to the weights, I work on my leg muscles for a bit.

"So I heard that you came from the 1940s, WWII right?"I ask Steve looking for some conversation.

Steve freezes for a sec. before relaxing, "Yeah, preserved in ice for 70 years." he answers kinda clipedly. Maybe I should drop it, but I'm Bart Allen, and I am as curious as a dead cat so I plough on.

"My Grandma Iris told me a little about history, before lights out in the camps, she'd fiercely whisper stories of the past, ones of freedom. I always wished I could see a world like that, that's what I'm fighting for back home and now I can see that it's worth it. We're kinda the same that way, fighting for freedom, granted in two completely different situations, but still." I put the weights down, and move to leave but Steve stops me before I can.

"Hey, you'll win, once you have a taste for freedom, you'll never stop craving it, or fighting for it."

"Thanks Steve, hey if you ever want to talk about your past in the 40s I'll listen if you listen to me about the 50s (2050s)."

He smiles, "Thanks Bart, I might take you up on that."

Thanks for reading, sorry for the shortness of this one. Hey if you're into Teen Wolf, check out my new story Isaac's brother is alive? Please leave a friendly review. Thank you!

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