This chapter deals with a couple of different points of views during the The Battle of New York. A couple of character reveals, and more to come in the future. I hope you all enjoy it.

Also, in all seriousness, I forgot to leave a small message about what happened in Parkland, Florida, last time I updated. I don't know why, but I normally do a small message when something bad happened. It slipped my mind, and I deeply apologize for that. May the 17 people who were killed be safe up in heaven and rest peacefully.

And let's all support the survivors and their support for Gun Control or Ban.

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From Certain Points of Views

Back at the Helicarrier, Nick Fury watched the monitors that was showing what was going on in Manhattan. With what the monitors were showing, one would think it was a movie, with superheroes vs. aliens. But it wasn't, and what was happening right now, was real, and the fate of the world were in the hands of the people who were fighting said aliens. A couple of groups Fury had hoped would do great things.

He would admit, when they were all fighting earlier, some of it had to do with his actions, he was losing hope. But now, he faith in the individuals, including an added few he recognized from previous News Reports.

He had taken an enormous gamble by bringing them together, and he knew it had paid off.

He got out of his musings when Agent Hill approached him. She had told him earlier that her sister, her friends, and a lot of other civilians, had safely found shelter underground, and were being protect by Police and the National Guard when they arrived.

"Sir. The Council is on."

And of all the things or people Fury didn't want to deal with today, it was the council.

In the sky near Coast City, a Fighter Jet was soaring in the clouds. The lone pilot of the craft looked around the sky, and checked his instruments on the plane. He pressed a button on the control panel and said.

"This is Ferris 01 at the checkpoint. Still got nothing on the scopes. All is clear in the sky."

"Copy Hal, all the data is being transferred to the DEO. So far the only sighting of aliens are in New York."

"Yep, we're lucky." Hal muttered.

The woman at the control center sent him a chastising voice and said," Hal Jordan, you know people are dying and the rest of the world is at stake, from what the DEO, SHIELD and the news are saying!"

"Carol, please calm down. I meant I wished to be there and fight some aliens. You should know me better, I mean, we've known each other since kids. And also in more ways than that." He said the last part suggestively.

Carol groaned and said, "You really need to learn to be mature. Sorry about that, and seriously? What could you possibly do? You're not that cocky." She joked.

Hal rolled his eyes and said, "What? I know some aliens are nice, but the ones are bad deserve to be knocked out by The Hal Jordon."

Before Carol could send a retort, one of the technicians was signaling at her to see something. She walked over to him and said.

"What's wrong?"

"Ma'am, our satellites are picking up on something. Seems like something is going into the atmosphere, and near Ferris 1's location."

"Right I'll check it out."

"What? Wait, Hal! We have to alert the DEO and then-"

Hal muted the communications and flew to where the possible was going to land or crash.

In a Chicago Hospital, two men exited an operating room. One was African American while the other was Caucasian. The both of them looked a little tired, due to them working on a Heart Surgery that took them a couple ours, and were finished.

"I must say, I am impressed with your work today, Dr. Rhodes."

Dr. Rhodes nodded with a small grin and said," Thank you Dr. Latham, much appreciated."

Dr. Latham nodded and said, "Good then, before you go home for the rest of the day. You'll need to check on the patient."

Dr. Rhodes nodded and was going to go to the patient's room, when he noticed a lot of people near TV's. He felt intrigued and went over to the desk and asked one of the nurses.

"What's going on?"

The Nurse looked at him with a fearful expression and said," Manhattan is under attack. A bunch of heroes are trying to stop them."

Dr. Rhodes eyes widened, and watched what was going on. Sure enough, shaky footage showed a lot of heroes he recognized fighting in the air and on the streets. But one person caught most of his attention, a certain Archer in green.

Tommy Merlyn watched in awe at what was going on and thought," Oliver, what did you get yourself into now?"

In another part of the country in a small town in Indiana, a man in his early twenties was working in an Auto-shop. He was under a car he was working on when someone tapped his foot. He rolled out from under it, and the nametag on his uniform said 'Jason'. Jason saw his boss, who had a grave expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Check out what's on the news." His boss said, and pointed to where his other coworkers were.

Jason got up, and wiped the oil and grease off his hands. He walked over to it and saw what was going on.

"If you're tuning in now. Manhattan is under attack! A portal of sorts opened up earlier and now an invasion is underway! Fortunately heroes from different cities have somehow found their way over there to help. Especially New York resident hero and vigilante, Iron Man and Spider-Man. We have footage from Manhattan right now, and we advise younger viewers not to watch."

Roy Harper gaped at what was going on, and also a little jealous. He wished he was there with everyone else, and was relieved when he didn't see Thea there, but he did see Oliver. And he still fought like a badass.

"C'mon you guys, you can do it." He muttered.

His coworkers would've thought he was rooting for them in a different way, but he had said it in more personal, relatable level. And Roy himself knew for certain they would go out on top.

Although he did a double take when he caught a video of Slade, and wondered what was going on after that.

Two men sat in a room in a home, the room they were sitting in, itself would make anyone who delved into the mystical arts swoon or be excited about. The TV was on and the man who had a duffle bag next to him, was watching the news about New York with interest.

The TV turned off and the man with a trench coat, a stubble on his face, a look that said 'that he could care less about anything' and he had a unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"Pay no attention of that let them fight." He said unconcerned in a British accent, based around Liverpool area.

The man looked at him with incredulous look and said," They're fighting for their lives, and people are dying."

John Constantine gave Rory an unimpressed look and said," They'll handle it, and if you worried about people dying. It was going to bloody well happen anyway either sooner or later. Let the ones who deserve it go into hell, I know I'll be going sometime in the near or far off future. Now, Oliver said you wanted me help, Mr. Regan?"

"You weren't kidding about him personality, Oliver." Rory thought. "Yeah, I wasn't sure if he told you but, I need help restoring my rags." He said aloud.

Rory opened the duffle bag he had and placed the rags onto the table. John looked at them, and studied them for a bit.

"Hmm, the rags that Moses and the Israelites had back when they packed up and left for the Promised Land. Only read about these. So your family had them, interesting. And what I can tell, they lost their magic. I take it you want their power back?"

Rory nodded and said," Yes, can you help?"

Constantine nodded, and took out his lighter and lit his cigarette and said," Yeah, I'll help. Nothing of importance is happening right now for me. Putting something mystical back into something is easy, but the ingredients can be tricky to find sometimes. How do you feel about going to the Louisiana Bayou?"

In Gotham at the GCPD, the Police watched what was going on. Jim and Lee sat in Jim's office, watching the News Reports. Jim had gotten a call from Barbara earlier, telling him she was alright, slightly injured, and wasn't in New York. Which Lee and himself were relieved at, even though she was injured, but relieved she wasn't seriously injured.

Jim became more interested when he saw Bruce fighting, and remembered when he was a kid, and how he helped him move on from his parents murders. And also wondered, for what felt like the millionth time, how he became who he was now.

Back at New York in a neighborhood that was getting hit by some Chitauri, a couple of civilians were unfortunately outside, and were being surrounded by Chitauri. They had their weapons up ready to be a firing squad, the civilians closed their eyes to wait for their end.

But they then opened their eyes when they heard a screech in pain. A Chitauri fell down, with a hole in its chest. The back of a woman was seen and what they could tell was that she wore boots, skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and black hair.

"Get the fuck out if you don't want to die. I'll handle this." She said.

The civilians ran to the nearest safe place, while the woman looked at the remaining Chitauri. Her cold, hazel eyes looked at them, and if one looked closer, they seemed haunted for some reason.

She cracked her knuckles and said," I just wanted a day to myself and drink. But you fuckers ruined my day, so it's payback time. Unless you want to back out?"

The group of Chitauri's answer was to screech at her and advance.

Jessica Jones rolled her eyes, and got into a fighting stance.

"I didn't want anything to do in the hero business anymore. But it looks like I'm coming out of retirement for now. God, I hope Trish is alright." She thought before she started to beat them up senseless and thanked God, if there was one, for giving her the powers she had.

In another part of Hell's Kitchen, a couple of more of Chitauri were getting beaten senseless. A large, African American man in a hoodie and sunglasses, was the one who was beating them up, and he wore those clothes to conceal his identity.

A Chitauri fired it's Rifle and the blast hit the man in the chest, but he didn't flinch. He looked at it with a raised eyebrow, and his hoodie was slightly singed. He smirked at it, cracked his neck and said.

"Shouldn't have done that. I may have to buy a new hoodie, but I'm going to take my anger out on you." Luke Cage said and lunged.

In Westchester, New York, there stood a mansion, a lot of people would assume that it was normal, but for some and the people who lived inside, it was completely different.

Kids ranging from early teens and late teens, some were adults walked around talking, going to classes. But they were also all nervous, considering there was some kind of incident going on in Manhattan.

Two adults walked through the hallways, one looked a little gruff, and someone who didn't want to be bothered. He had stubble and wore a suit with its cowl off. The main colors were yellow and dark blue, with an X symbol on his belt buckle.

The other was a woman who had white hair, African descent, who had something of a regal or aura sense to her. Her suit was black with a couple of white stripes, and had a cape that had gold lines on the outside.

"Still don't know why Chuck hasn't told us to head over there. Makes no damn sense." The man grumbled.

"Well, Logan, there are people who are defending the city. And like I said before, Charles and Raven probably have a good reason for not intervening." The woman said.

Logan grumbled under his breath and said," It better be, Storm, it better be."

When they got to the end of a hall, Logan opened the door. A bald man in his mid to late sixties, sat in a wheelchair and a suit. He looked kind, and wise, in a grandfatherly sort of way.

While a woman was with him, who wore boots, jeans, a white shirt, a leather jacket. What made her stand out was that she was blue, and had red hair. And they were both watching what was going on with New York.

"For once you're not gloating to Chuck with how you can look young." Logan quipped.

Raven grinned at Charles and said," Decided to give him a break."

Charles Xavier rolled his eyes good naturally at his foster sister and said," Most appreciated. Now, I take it you wanted to know why none of you are going to Manhattan?"

"Pretty much, I know Cap and the others can handle it. But they could use the backup. I'm surprised blue here is ok with it." Logan said.

He had fought with Cap and the Howling Commando's during WW2. He believed in him and the others he were fighting with . But he didn't know how long they would last.

Raven crossed her arms and said," Believe me I had my objections. But there is something going on and those groups are defending the city are doing a good job. Not as good as the X-Men, but good."

"What are they called?" Storm asked.

Charles grinned and said," From what Moira's old friend as told me. There called the Avengers and Justice League."