Again as a reminder italics are used for sound effects, emphasis, different language and comn systems/electronic voices. For Tony, when italics are not used when he speaking, either means his face plate is up, or the scene is of inside his helmet. And unfortunately when you're writing something, it is not as easy to show as on live action TV.

Also I have never been to New York so I totally had to rely on Google Earth and pictures my dad took. Forgive me if I mess up.

And in case you are wondering, its been a couple of days after the encounter between Clint and Oliver which will be mentioned in this chapter.

Shout outs

Blue Bonfire- Thank you :)

Crystal- I will lead the readers/fans to decide won :) But in my opinion, it was a tie. I am being very careful with the fights/pair ups in order to not frustrate fans. But there will be several pair ups perhaps even a few you are thinking of.

Disclaimer: I own only the plot. DC Character belong to DC Comics/CW. Marvel characters belong to Marvel Comics/Stan Lee.


Earth Unknown: LocationAvengers Tower

07:03 hours

Steve woke up around seven o'clock. He frowned at first not remembering the unfamiliar bedroom. Upon realizing he was in Avengers tower—a name he had been taking with a grain of salt since the team split—he was then unsure of what had woken him up. He had not set the alarm clock the night before nor had he recalled asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to wake him. Perhaps the reoccurring nightmare he had been having the past few nights regarding finding Bucky and later having to put him on ice again had something to do with it. Steve closed his eyes and sank back into his pillow. Bucky was still alive and that was what mattered. Tony had run several tests months after his first appearance to find out where he had ended up but came up with zero results.

"I'm sorry Cap," he had said, "Perhaps you were just seeing things. I'll continue running tests...but for your sake...don't get your hopes up."

His frenzied attack towards Bucky had really made it seem that he was not sorry at all. However, Steve still felt bad that he had kept the secret that his friend had responsible for killing Tony's parents. He couldn't help it.

With a low sigh Steve slipped out of his bed and quickly pulled on some running clothes. As he exited his room, he picked up a New York Yankees baseball cap from its peg along with a pair of sunglasses—the pair that Clint teasingly pointed out make him look like the man in Terminator.

Silently, he crept down the corridor to the elevator that would take him to the back of Avengers tower. He didn't mind getting attention from the public...but after the Sokovia incident and the giant fight at that airport...he wanted to abstain from interacting with them frequently. Especially Secretary of State, Thaddeus Ross. Sooner or later the general was going to come knocking at Tony's door. And when that day came...he still was not sure what he was going to do.

As Steve passed by several of the rooms occupied by his team members, he stopped by Clint's room. Peering in, he could see his friend passed out on top of the cover of his bed as well as the dart board in the corner; its bulls eye bristling with at least a dozen arrow shafts. His head buried in a pillow while on top of the covers and muffled snores poured out from it; it was amazing that he wasn't suffocating. Him having his 'work' clothes on suggested that he had literally fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow

Cap smiled slightly though the expression was grim. Poor Clint was so exhausted that he had been unable to go to Homestead after their meeting a day earlier. That meant one late-night/early-morning phone call for his wife from Tony. She had not been happy—not that Steve could blame her—especially when her husband decided to stick around New York for a couple more days; she still had yet to forgiven the playboy for having Clint arrested.

The super-solider figured it was because his friend was determined to find the man who had attacked him and bring him in for questioning. They all wanted to find him as well as the woman who attacked Tony...but even after two days of searching they had come up with zero traces. Even the odd energy readings had disappeared, which did nothing to improve Tony's mood or Clint's attitude. Even Natasha could not prevent his late night patrols to find the mysterious archer. If Hawkeye continued to do this he was going to wear himself out even with his S.H.I.E.L.D training. Tony's suggestion to duct tape his door shut was met with a punch to the arm, which left behind a bruise in the exact shape of Oregon.

So...they decided to avoid talking about ways to prevent Hawkeye from going out of the tower to search. Or at least when he was around.

Cap continued on his way passing by Wanda's room. The door was shut and he heard movement in her room implying she was awake. Steve paused in front of the door and lifted his hand preparing to knock. But he hesitated. Realizing it was better to let her be than to disturb her, he walked away taking care to keep his footsteps quiet.

Natasha's room was open and aside from a neatly made bed and a small framed photograph on the beside desk, she was not in there. Steve frowned wondering where she could have gone. After picking her up from where she had been hanging out the past few months, she hadn't said much to them about what happened all that time. Though he was fairly certain she had probably skipped around from place to place, waiting for them to contact her.

He passed by Rhodey's whose room was of course empty and Vision's. Both members still had not returned from their mission in Florida. Steve couldn't help but feel relieved; he was shy when it came to talking to previous teammates especially one who always took metaphors literally. He managed to sneak into the elevator without alerting F.R.I.D.A.Y; that was...until he was nearly to the bottom.

"Good morning Captain," the A.I. spoke pleasantly, "Can I be of any assistance?"

"Yes," Steve shifted his weight slightly as he watched the numbers of each level flash by near the top of the elevator, "If anyone asks where I am...tell them I went out for a run."

The doors opened and the super solider pulled the baseball cap down further until they hit the rims of his sunglasses. Exiting the building, he noticed a small boy staring at him curiously from a bus station; a large backpack rested on his shoulders. Silently, Steve lifted his index finger to his lips mouthing sshh. The child nodded in amazement and turned abruptly away staring at his feet. He waited for a few seconds before looking back.

But by then, the familiar looking man was gone.


Earth Unknown: LocationFive blocks from Avengers Tower

08:45 hours

Cisco took a long and deep swig from the beverage he had to beg Oliver to give money to him in order to buy. The archer's exact words were: "DO you really need that sugar?"

Fortunately, either he was in a good mood or vise versa that he gave him enough money for him to get a top of the line laptop computer ( in order to keep track of the team's positions), a couple monitors (prevent anyone from back-tracing them if they needed to hack something), and a bunch of material that may or may not be legal to craft some new arrows for him. Alright...he would admit that Oliver didn't have that much money (and they had decided to keep Barry's wallet and its contents for emergencies) and gave him a credit card to use it. Cisco seriously hoped that the spending spree would not alert the IRIS and FBI and turn them both into a modern day Frank Abagnale.

So far their luck had held.

While Kara and Oliver explored the city and tried to find out more about the man who attacked Oliver as Green Arrow as well as more info about Iron Man, Barry took a different route: sleeping.

Alright...not all the time. He stayed up almost all night the past three days trying to piece together what happened as well as trying to breech portals between the two earths. Cisco tried not to act too annoyed though; his friend was running himself ragged trying to find them a way home...literally.

The tech genius had provided as much assistance as he could, but with his gauntlets not working and his goggles totaled he had to rely on computers to help out. It didn't bug him too much...but it made him homesick for S.T.A.R Labs which was full of all the high tech gizmos anyone who loved computers would want.

Instead he had to rely on what he had.

As Barry took a much needed nap in the hotel room, Cisco decided to explore the city and try to find out if anyone had noticed any abnormal several days earlier. Abnormal meaning: giant blue portals, bright flash of light etc. A few people did remark that they had an uneasy feeling from time to time, and one even mentioned seeing a bright flash of light near the alley where they woke up. Unfortunatly, mostly people looked at him with confused looks and one even had to nerve to ask if he was drunk.

Cisco shook his head, threw his empty cup in a trashcan, and continued to walk through the crowded trails of Central Park. He squeezed past a pair of fat ladies arguing and loitering by a bus stop. He shot them a dirty look before readjusting his shirt. Before he could walk any farther, a spark of pain sparked through his head and he collapsed to his knees with a groan.

Images flashed behind his eye lids moving so fast he could barely make sense of them.

A man incased in a red and gold suit of armor held a giant missile on his back. He flew up towards a hole in a sky, so big that it looked as if the sky had torn itself in half.

Another image...one of man with a shield with red and white stripes, with a star in the middle. Bullets sparked off the disk as if it was impenetrable. It should have been scientifically impossible...not even Kevlar or bullet-proof glass could have that capability.

More images moving faster now...a woman manipulating a red orb of energy, a giant green monster roaring, a man swinging a hammer above his head. It shot off sparks of electricity like a Tesla coil.

A man moving much like Barry getting cut down by bullets. Cisco reached out for him and tried to touch him. His hand came back sticky with blood. He heard heavy breathing and turned to see a man with a quiver of arrows on his back; looking much more friendly than Oliver on his good days and holding a young boy in his arms. The man stepped forward and gave no indication that Cisco was there. He knelt at the man's side and tears glimmered in the corners of his eyes as he turned away. The image faded and was quickly replaced by another.

A robot unleashing a horde of the ugly things on a group of people. Some of them looked as if they should have been tossed in for scrap metal a long time ago. Others were reduced to just legs. A couple crawled forward using their arms, electronic wiring spilling out from their severed half. All of them swarmed towards civilians as an island of rock half the size of Central City rose into the air.

The flash of light much like the one which brought them here shown but illuminated a different skyline: New York. Cisco could barely make out the silhouette of a man standing in the middle of it holding a glowing blue cube in his hand.

Then came an image of a building collapsing. Cisco could see at the top the archer from before falling with the debris. He felt a gust of wind fly past him and saw a familiar looking red blur with yellow electricity sparking off it. It disappeared into the falling pieces of concrete and metal and disappeared. Cisco tried calling out his friend's name but nothing came out...no sound came out.

His throat constricted. Something grabbed at his feet and he glanced down. Black shadows twisted and turned like serpents and started to drag at him. He tried screaming but nothing...no voice came out. He looked around frantically trying to find anyone who could help him.

Four words flashed before his eyes...Divided, Conquer, Connect, Raze. All were written on a concrete wall that was well scuffed and scratched with a faded manufacturing factory logo painted on the rock in the background. Three earths appeared and shook and trembled as they were drawn closer together; cities bursting into flames on their surfaces and countless dying.

The shadows pulled him down, down into the darkness. A humming filled his ears at he sunk up to his knees, then his waist, and then up to his head. Inky blackness covered his eyes...but the living shadows were still there in the darkness. They keep grabbing at his shoulders and screaming SIR! SIR!

With a start Cisco snapped out of the vibe, startled that his powers had started up after so many of days of silence. Someone was grasping at his shoulders and shaking him.

"Sir? Are you alright? Kid!?"

Cisco lashed out and managed to shove himself away from whoever was holding him. His breath came out in deep, ragged breaths and he felt himself shaking. For a moment he closed his eyes.

Even though he had better control over his powers...he still had not totally gotten used to them and how they effected him when he was not using his gear to control them.

"You okay kid?" the deep voice which had knocked him out of his trance made him turn.

An African American man in jogging clothing stood over him with a concern look in his brown eyes. Cisco stifled a groan realizing he had a crowd gather around him. They probably thought he was having a seizure or something. He couldn't say anything though in his defense.

"Someone call an ambulance," the jogger turned to the crowd, "I think he is in shock."

A bunch of people pulled out cell-phones. Oh man...Oliver was so going to kill him for this. Not to mention Barry...actually more likely Oliver.

"No," Cisco managed to scramble to his feet, "I'm fine. Honestly. Just heh...a day-mare."

He brushed himself off and tried to grin. But secretly he was still trembling inside. What and where had those images come from?

"No..." the jogger shook his head, "You are definitely not alright. You need to have someone take a look at you. You collapsed and started having spasms."

Cisco bit the inside of his lip and chewed it as the crowd closed in preventing him from escaping. He had to do something...and fast.

"Look!" he yelped as he pointed in the direction of the Empire State building, "There's a giant gorilla hanging off that thing!"

His tone was so convincing that he almost bought the lie he, himself had created. It wasn't too hard to have that certain idea pop into his head considering they had to deal with a said giant gorilla twice. Everyone turned and found that there was nothing there. The jogger turned and discovered that the man he had been trying to help had disappeared completely from sight.

Cisco's feet pounded on the concrete as he took off from the park, straight to their hotel room. Of course being an idiot, he was not looking where he was going. He started across the crosswalk as the signal changed; a car ran through the red light. He yelped, when hand grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him out of the way in time; the vehicle's horn blared. The driver rolled down the window and yelled obscurities before taking off.

Panting, Cisco turned to look at his rescuer and recognized him as the man a few days before. He was still wearing the same baseball cap; pulled down low against his eyes, allowing them only to be seen if he looked straight at the intended person.

"You ought to be more careful son," the man scolded sternly, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

He crossed his arms and looked sternly down at the Hispanic man. His imposing height was all muscle, unlike Barry's who was built like a runner (for obvious reasons); tall and lithe. For a moment Cisco thought the guy was not going to recognize him. But he immediately regretted thinking that the next second considering it would probably jinx his luck.

"No where."

He brushed past the man and instantly had another vibe.

He was standing in middle a lone airship that was flying into the ocean. The wide cockpit window in front of him showed a sea of blue and white; shards of ice jutted out from the water like the teeth of a gigantic beast ready to swallow him up. Without even looking around, the tech genius knew that the aircraft was in trouble. He could hear the fuel leaking and the instruments rattling. He smelled burning petroleum and the wind whistling through the gaps in the plane.

"You know I can't still dance."

Cisco turned his head and saw a young blond man sitting the seat next to him. His uniform bloodstained and torn blazed a red, white, and blue coloration. He looked weary yet determined. His hands tightly gripped the control wheel; knuckles white from the pressure. Glancing at the throttle, the engineer could tell it was not broken and still functional. Cisco took a seat next to the man and looked at him sadly. He felt like telling him that there was a way to save the plane and himself.

But in vibes...he could talk but people around him were not aware of his presence especially when it was taking place in the past. He looked at the consul. There was a blinking hazards symbol, which translated to radioactive material. Next to it was a destination: New York. A hand grabbed his stomach and squeezed it...hard. The man was saving an entire city at the cost of his own.

That...that was pretty heroic in Cisco's book.

"I can show you how," a woman's voice resounded through the radio control panel.

Her voice sounded as if tears were below the surface. Outside...the sheets of ice drew closer. Cisco could almost make out every single crevice in them. Different shades of white flashed around the edge of his vision; ranging from a blinding white to a rich Azul blue color. He quickly looked around for a parachute, hoping that there might be one he could find and try to throw into the man's lap. But there were none and there was nothing that could be used to build one. His hands tightened around the armrest of the chair as the ice loomed closer. Bile filled his throat as the G-force increased.

"You better choose something slow," the blond man said rapidly as his doom approached quickly, "I'd hate to step on your—"

Then came the sound of tearing metal and a ringing sound filled Cisco's ears. Water filled his nostrils and he reeled back, conking his head on the back of his chair. Blindly he swam upwards and tried to find a way out. He could feel the liquid seeping into his throat as his lungs became deprived of air; instinctively breathing in water, oil, and blood. Everything went black and all he could feel was a bone-chilling cold spreading across his body as ice encased him in a coffin. Slowly his heartbeat stilled:

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

Before it stopped completely.

Cisco shielded away from the man, startled by what he had seen and what he had experienced; never before had his vibes been that...real. The man looked at him curiously but his face was full of worry.

"Are you okay son? You look as if you have seen a ghost."

"Um...Igottago," Cisco blurted out seeing a paramedic heading his way, with the jogger in tow.

He took off running again this time making sure to duck into an alleyway to avoid being trailed. The entire time he began to moan about his rotten luck. He hoped that Oliver would never hear about this...the archer would never let him down if he did.

When his lungs felt like they were going to collapse, Cisco stopped running and slumped against the side of the alleyway. He panted heavily and sweat dripped off his face in rivers. Wiping his brow with his arm, the tech genius sat on the top of an overturned trashcan and allowed his breathing to slow. Somewhere in his subconscious, he could still feel the ice closing in on him and he shuttered. What the hell had he just seen? There was no way the man he bumped into could have survived that!

"I wonder how you can run this much Barry," he muttered, "And not feel like you're going to die."

He pulled himself together and started jogging back towards his hotel intending to circle it before entering; his sides screaming with each step. Unnoticed...the blond man wearing the New York Yankees baseball cap, watched him from the front of the alleyway. The man took a step forward as if to follow him before stopping. He didn't even looked winded though it was pretty obvious he had been trailing the former for some time. His shirt was slightly sweat stained, but he wasn't even breathing heavily.

Without a word, he turned and started running in the opposite direction of which his target had taken; straight towards Avengers tower.


Earth Unknown: LocationAvengers Tower

08:55 hours

Tony knew he was playing with fire. But quite frankly he didn't care.

He careful manipulated the drone he had just built so that it hovered silently above Clint's bed, carefully balancing the bucket of cold water below it. Of course the general public only had access to the drones that were loud and annoying. Being a billionaire as well as a genius had it perks; allowing him access to drones that were a bit smaller and more stealthy than the ones on Amazon. Unfortunatly, the downside was its low signal control, which meant he had to stand in the archer's doorway to deliver the wake-up call prank.

Snickering quietly, Tony tipped the drone slightly to the right. The bucket tipped sending down a torrent of ice cold water. Clint leapt up, spraying water like a beached whale. Groping around blindly, he managed to grab an arrow from the quiver under his pillow and flung it. The shaft found its intended target; the drone became pinned onto the top of the door frame like a bizarre high-tech Christmas ornament.

The archer blinked the sleep out of his eyes and slowly began to realize what had happened.

"When I get out of here you're dead meat Stark," Clint shouted at the vacant door way, "You hear? You're dead meat!"

He started to untangle himself from sodden sheets; stumbling and struggling to tug his boots on as he did so.

Tony had abandoned the controller for the drone and raced down the hallway laughing as he did, "Chill Clint! Sheesh! Do you ever get this mad whenever your kids wake you up like this?"

"They never have woken me up like this!" the archer's voice bellowed back.

Tony's bare feet thudded against the wooden planks. He slid to a stop before dashing around the corner planning to lock himself in his lab until Clint cooled down. Instantly, he collided with Steve who happened be doing the same thing. The entire world seem to shake as the billionaire went down.

The super-solider didn't even budge, but his facial expression showed how startled he was. Tony sprawled out on the 'living room' floor trying to regain his breath. Running into Cap was like running into a tree trunk; with the knots and stubbornness included in the package.

Calling the room they were currently in the living room was being generous. It was twice the size of a parking garage in a small apartment complex with an second level; and that was without the walls and furniture. Giant windows provided a gorgeous view of the New York skyline and for those with Acrophobia a one way trip to the infirmary.

With a groan Tony sat up and clutched his throbbing forehead. Pounding feet resounded behind him and he turned seeing Clint's angry face glaring down at him. The archer grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt like a naughty child, and yanked him up to his feet. Before he could do anything, Steve spoke.

"I ran into someone today," he said.

His voice sounded troubled and demanded attention. Both men turned towards him and Clint loosened his grasp on Tony's shirt and part of his neck. He crossed his arms. His face appeared to be etched in stone but he had some amount of worry hidden within his rugged features.

"What do you mean Cap?" Tony asked shoving Clint away from him, before his face morphed into a disgusted look, "Oh God please don't tell me it was—"

"It wasn't Ross," Steve assured him, "It was a man. Latino...perhaps twenty-seven years old. Black shoulder length hair with brown eyes."

"And this concerns us how?"

"He was the same man who bumped into me a couple of days ago," the super-solider answered, "He had a couple of friends with him then. But this time he was alone. I saved him from getting hit by a car and when he turned to leave, he appeared to be having a stroke of some sort. Before I could do anything, he regained composure and gave me a look as if he seen a ghost."

"He recognized you?" this time Clint spoke. There was some concern emanating from his voice. The archer shifted his feet slightly, the booted one thudding on the floor, the bare one slapping it.

"No," Steve shook his head, "It was a different kind of look. It was if he had looked into my past and saw something from it. Before I could question him, he took off. I trailed him for a while before coming back here. He didn't notice."

Tony wanted to let out a hoot of laughter and tell Cap he had clearly been seeing things, but the serious look his friend wore sobered him into silence. He didn't say anything. Instead he allowed Clint to share a valuable piece of information.

"Natasha and I noticed something a few days ago," the archer wrinkled his nose up to stifle a sneeze, "Before I ran into that other archer, there was a man who fled from the alleyway minutes before the confrontation. His features fit the description you give. I don't think this is a pure coincidence."

"Agreed," Steve nodded in accord, "Those other friends of his...they all acted very...weird."

"You remember what they look like?" Tony asked.

"I didn't catch their faces that well. So...no."

Clint groaned, "Well that's helpful."

A high pitched beeping noise suddenly started screaming, growing louder and louder with each passing second. Tony practically raced over to his computer, nearly slipping on the slick hardwood. He slammed into the edge of the table letting out a squeak of pain as it rammed him right in the groin. Uttering a low curse, he dropped himself into the chair before allowing his fingers fly across the holographic keyboard.

Several different browsers sprung up and he clicked on the one that was blinking rapidly. The sever expanded, covering the entire screen and work table.

"What is that?" Clint asked.

"It's," Tony stopped to clear his throat in order to prevent his voice from sounding so high pitched, "It's an algorithm I wrote before you guys showed up. I programmed it to alert me to any of the other worldly radiation. And it just got a ping. Two...actually."

He swiveled his mouse so that it popped up another icon, showing the supposed heat signatures of New Yorkers'. Steve leaned closer to examine the screen; Tony could feel him breathing on his neck. The super solider was quiet as well as Clint, though the playboy was pretty sure he was annoyed by the lack of information.

"This measures the radiation out put of all the people in the city," Tony explained using his hands to pull down the lower eyelids of his eyes before releasing, "As you can see they are colored bright yellow and orange."

"And the otherworldly intruders?" Steve asked.

"Green," Tony responded nonchalantly.

Seeing Clint's look he added, "I got bored. Had spinach the night I designed it. Sue me."

"Rather not," the archer muttered, "You'll win."

Tony smirked and started typing again so that it scanned the area where the ping originated from. Two glowing green blobs outlined in yellow showed up on the screen.

"Those would be our targets. How about we go get them?"


Earth Unknown: LocationManhattan

09:15 hours

Kara watched Oliver anxiously. She really didn't like how he had insisted going to the city streets and finding out information from people including some being part of the scum society. Sure she was invulnerable, but it didn't lessen danger level. If someone pulled a gun out and shot her, the bullet could ricochet and hit her friend.

"So...um...Oliver," she said tentively as they navigated their way through the thick crowds, "Apart from what that drunken guy said about the archer—Hawkeye or whatever his name was—who attacked you...do we have anything else to go by?"

"Unfortunatly no," he turned his head to face her allowing the hood obscuring his face to temporarily be pushed away, "It seems that people are hesitant to talk about this man. Which means we'll have to continue searching until it gets too dark or...we find out more."

The Kryptonian sighed and glanced down at her jacket. She wondered why Oliver had suggested that she wear her costume, yet cover the symbol on her chest with a thick jacket, as well as leaving her glasses back at the hotel. He himself was not following Barry's caution about 'playing low key'. The archer was wearing his standard civilian garb but had his uniform stored underneath. His bow was strapped to his back in storage position along with his quiver, and had been cleverly camouflaged by Cisco.

Kara hurriedly caught up to Oliver, his long stocky strides temporarily pushing him in front of her. She had noticed a man trailing them—she recognized him as the man who had bumped into Cisco a couple days before. This time, the man was wearing a New York Yankees baseball cap, and was sprouting a pair of sunglasses that shielded his eyes. Though the day was in-between warm and cold, he was dressed in a leather jacket.

Knowing it was important to alert the archer to his presence, Kara gently tapped his shoulder. Oliver turned his head, and grunted to show that he noticed. His eyes however, withheld his annoyance for a quick moment; in lieu of him snapping something at her.

He abruptly turned and stood in front of the many hotdog stands lining the streets. The archer pulled out his wallet to purchase some of the junk food. Kara wondering what he was up to, stood next to him. She watched the man out of the corner of her eye and had a feeling Oliver was doing the same. The man passed them but Kara could hear a small voice emanating from his ear.

"Have they noticed you Cap...sorry...Steve?"

She recognized as the voice belonging to 'Iron Man'...also known as Tony Stark to the people in this earth. Kara fidgeted slightly, bumping into Oliver. He ignored her and started up a causal conversation with the hotdog stand owner who was talking to him about the weather and about the supposed sightings of the old Avengers days before.

"No..." the man who had been trailing them muttered under his breath as he knelt down to tie his shoe, "They haven't. Clint?"

"Hear you loud and clear."

Kara jerked her head in the direction she had heard the comn system and the man's actual voice. Her periscopic vision zeroed in on a man leaning causally against a building across the street like he owned the place. He had dark sunglasses covering his eyes. A barely visible smirk covered his face and the air of self-control radiated off him. He had a large black backpack strapped to his back. Kara narrowed her eyes and x-rayed through the fabric. She spotted a stored bow, not unlike Oliver's, stuffed inside along with a quiver of arrows.

The archer.

"Targets are in vision," the man said before frowning slightly, "Remind me why the rest of the team aren't here yet?"

"We have to assess the situation first," 'Steve' as Tony had so clearly stated replied as he turned to look into a window of a nearby shop at their reflections, "If need be we will call them. Natasha is on standby as well as Wanda."

"Sure as hell does not fill me with confidence after what Tony said that lady did to his suit..."

Done with his discussion, Oliver handed Kara the hotdog he had bought and walked forwards. She followed after him, anxious to tell him what she had overheard. They passed by a homeless man sitting on the sidewalk, and she quickly passed the food off to him; she was too nervous to enjoy something she usually did.

Steve continued to trail them, but Oliver grabbed Kara's arm and used a crowd of tourists to cover them as he yanked her into a doorway of a store. He turned his back so it looked as if he was kissing her; in reality his face was inches from hers. Kara could not see past his shoulder and preferred not to use her x-ray vision. Things tended to get disgusting when she used it on humans.

"I counted two trailers..." he breathed as Steve stopped a few feet from them looking around anxiously, "Hear anything useful?"

The man craned his neck to look over the tops of people's heads before slipping into the crowd.

"Lost them."

"Sort of," Kara grimaced slightly as a gust of wind spat her hair onto her lips, "They're talking about trailing us. I got three voices. Iron Man's voice was one of them. I don't know where he is...but I am sure he is around here somewhere. The archer was another one."

Oliver nodded curtly. He turned away from her and shaded his eyes against the sun. Steve was no longer in sight, and neither was the man named Clint. Kara strained her ears to see if she could pin-point their location, but gave upon hearing multiple heart-beats from other pedestrians. She nodded and Oliver stepped out into the open. His hood ruffled slightly in the wind as he turned his head slowly from side to side.

Wrrrrrrrrrrr!

Kara froze. She had spent enough time with Winn to know the sound of a weapon firing up. Not to mention Cisco who was a little too good with cooking up drones who would put a military grade rocket to shame. But...she recognized it as the sound of a machine that belonged to a certain man who found out it was like to get his behind handed to him by a girl.

"Watch out!"

She abruptly shoved Oliver to the side just as a bright bluish-white beam of energy streaked towards the archer. The blast hit the center of her chest, charring her jacket to blackened shreds of fabric. The only thing left behind was the red and blue uniform of a giant S. Kara ripped off the charred remainders of the jacket allowing her cape to spill out behind her. The crowds of people scrambled backwards frightened of the strange woman who had not been incapacitated by something that would have hurt a normal person.

Iron Man dropped down in front of her with a loud clank. His face mask popped open showing the face of the man Kara already knew would be there.

"Stand down and no one gets hurt," he said holding his arm up.

A glowing light shone brightly in the center of his palm. It was amazing that his armor was still working despite having it damaged to the point of scrap metal. Or more likely...he had replaced it.

Lucky her.

"Besides you?" Kara taunted.

She floated several feet off the ground and crossed her arms. A hush fell over the assembled pedestrians though several of them started to slowly ease away from the two heroes in front of them.

"I'm warning you..." Stark started to say as his face mask clanked back down, "You are coming with me. I have a few questions to ask you. We can do this the hard way...or the easy way."

"And if I refuse?" she asked wanting to see if he was serious or not.

"Hard way it is."

He leveled his arm and pointed it directly at her face. Before he could fire, a whistling sound filled the air. An arrow suddenly became lodged in a kink in the armor causing the man to bend over with a silent groan. Sparks shot out from the damaged part and the machine he was wearing whirled as he tried straightening up.

Oliver had somehow managed to change into his vigilante persona out of sight and quickly, before coming back to aid his friend. Normally Kara would have told him that she would be able to handle someone by herself, but this time she was grateful to see a familiar looking face.

"If its going to be the hard way," Oliver growled in his menacing voice as he nocked another arrow into his bow, "You are going to have to deal with two of us."

It was too late Kara later realized. It was have saved them a lot of trouble if they had explained right then and there, that they meant the people of New York no harm. They should have asked for assistance from this earth's heroes and probably would have saved a lot of tax payers from paying for the damages.

But the battle field had been drawn in the sand...and with all wars...there were always casualties.


Quick question for you guys: Since X-rays give off radiation and the only way to prevent those waves from harming humans, doctors and dentists use lead sheets when taking them. Hence the reason why Supergirl/Superman cannot see through that metal. So technically aren't they possibly giving radiation poisoning to people when they use it on them?

Ah...I don't mind if it isn't the case. Comics stretch science a bit and I really don't mind in most cases XD

~Sil