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Percy
Song: Are You Ready to Swing? by Daniel Pemberton
Percy Jackson was having a great day. He was able to get through teaching fencing to the younger demigods, flew Blackjack for a bit, and had lunch with Annabeth.
Heck, life in general was just going great. The last time he was nearly killed was two years ago.
Now, he was on his way to his mom's apartment to babysit his little sister.
He walked in, and saw his parents leaving. They told him what to do, what Estelle liked, all of that jazz before leaving finally.
He walked in, and saw Estelle drawing with some crayons.
"Hey, Estelle," he said, walking over and setting down his bag. "Whatcha drawing?"
She showed him her drawing. It was Dory from Finding Nemo.
"Wow!" Percy said, looking at it. "You're a better artist than me!"
She laughed happily. It's not like he was lying. He wasn't the best artist around.
"Hey, Estelle! Remember how her song goes?"
Estelle nodded, and started pretending to be a fish in her seat. "Ju't keep swimmin'! Ju't keep swimmin'! Ju't keep swimmin', swimmin', swimmin'!"
Percy took her from her seat, holding her in the air as they sang together. Life was perfect.
When they finished, she said "Gummies!"
He laughed. "You want gummies?"
She nodded happily, and he got her some Welch's gummies. He was walking towards her when he saw a hole open up in the ceiling. He dropped the gummies as he was pulled into it.
"Whoa!" he said, grabbing onto a chair as he was pulled up into the hole. He continued going in until the front of the chair caught onto the table. He laughed a little, glad to not be sucked in, until the top part he was holding snapped, and he was pulled in, gripping the pieces of wood.
Harry
Song: The Locket by Alexandre Desplat
Harry was having a hard time even getting around nowadays.
To be fair, he should have expected it. He had just defeated Voldemort, the dark lord who had stayed in the wizarding world for so long, killing and gaining more and more power.
He was just a bit tired of the attention. It was bad enough when they treated him as the Boy Who Lived. Now they're treating him like someone who was stronger than Voldemort, when he really just won through a loophole.
He finally made it through Diagon Alley, a new broom in his hand, and went home to Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Kreacher was there, cleaning up the house. He spent most of his time cleaning up the house, trying to make it suitable for living. He was hoping to make it into a house he would actually like to live in.
"Welcome home, Master Harry," Kreacher said, giving him a deep bow. "Would Master Harry like anything to eat?"
"Uh, not right now, Kreacher," he said, taking off his jacket. "What's new?"
"Kreacher has cleaned out the kitchen and the living room."
Harry took a look at the two rooms. They looked like Aunt Petunia was in there.
"Wow!" he said. "Great job, Kreacher!"
He bowed again. "Thank you, Master Harry. Also, Mistress Ginny is upstairs, cleaning."
He nodded. "Alright! Thanks!"
Kreacher bowed again, and Harry went upstairs to see Ginny cleaning up the bathroom. She turned around and saw him.
"Oh! Harry!" she said, surprised to see him. "I was hoping to get this done before you came home - "
He shrugged. "Well, I decided to just stick with the Firebolt."
He smiled a little, and looked around the bathroom. "It looks great!"
She shook her head, a smile on her face. "Living with my mum, I know what's clean. And this - "
She took her hand from a hole in the wall, spiders on it. "Isn't clean."
"Well, would you like any help?"
She smiled and tossed him a rag. "Sure."
He smiled, and got down on his knees, scrubbing the baseboards.
Then he heard a noise, and turned around to see a hole outside the bathroom door.
He frowned. "What is - WHOA!"
He started getting dragged into the hole. Ginny immediately grabbed onto his hand with her right hand, and onto the edge of the tub with her left.
"What's going on?!" he asked, feeling like his body was splitting apart because of the two forces pulling on him. This must be what the rope in tug-of-war felt like.
Suddenly, the piece of the tub Ginny was grabbing onto broke away from the tub, and his hand slipped out of hers.
"Ginny!" he said as he was pulled into the hole.
Spider-Man
Song: Cold War by Hans Zimmer
Spider-Man swung through the city, going on his daily patrol.
It had been a couple of months since he and the Avengers fought Thanos for the final time, and though he missed Tony, he had to move on with life. The only big thing he had to deal with was Wanda grieving over Vision and imprisoning a town in a 50s-2010s sitcom. He had gone over to deal with it, and found himself sucked into it as well. It was weird and he felt enormous sadness for Wanda as he understood how much Vision's death was torturing her.
Now, he always made sure to keep in touch with her as she was off doing her own thing as the Scarlet Witch. Today, however, she was visiting, so he wanted to make sure he was able to see her.
He heard sirens, and saw a police chase going down.
"Let's get this done fast!" he said, swinging down. He had gone in his Iron Spider suit to see what was going on with Wanda, and it was turned into a very nice suit and tie when he was sucked in, so he started using a new red and blue outfit he made.
He leapt down onto the car the criminals were driving, and smashed through the window with his fist. "Alright guys, let's make this quick, I got somewhere to be!"
The driver pulled out a gun, and he grabbed both of their hands. The one in shotgun did the same, and he brought his legs in, kicking them across the face, knocking them out.
The car was going crazy, and he saw they were going to hit some cars, so he quickly elbowed the driver, stunning them, and then grabbing onto the wheel, performing an incredibly sharp turn. They hit the side of a building, and Spider-Man was dazed for a bit before noticing that the driver was gone. He got out and saw them running down the sidewalk. He ran at them, but they saw him and grabbed a nearby kid.
He aimed his web shooter at them, but they said "Don't do it! I'll shoot!"
He stood there, and then shot webbing at the gun, and then at their face. He ran at them and kicked them away. He turned to face the kid and knelt down. "You alright?"
The kid nodded, awestruck at seeing Spider-Man in front of him.
Spider-Man nodded. "Good."
He jumped up, shooting a web, and preparing to swing off, but a hole appeared in the air, and his eyes widened, shooting a web before he swung into it. He held onto the web that was stuck to the street, and struggled as he tried to stay out of the hole.
Suddenly, the street the web was stuck to broke, and he flew into it.
Batman
Song: Batman: The Animated Series (Main Title)
Multiple blimps flew in the sky, shining lights onto the city before it.
Gotham City.
Down on the ground, two men walked in front of a bank, stopping to look around with their shifty eyes.
Suddenly, the entrance to the bank exploded! The two men ran into the bank, stealing the money in there.
A man was notified of the explosion, and he immediately jumped into his car in a suit. Flames erupted from the back of the vehicle, and it zoomed out of a cave.
Meanwhile, the two men ran from the police, trying to get away. They climbed up a ladder on a building, hoping to lose the police, and they did. They celebrated, but only for a moment, stopping in their tracks as the man stood in front of them, staring ahead in their direction with cold, unfeeling eyes.
He was the Batman.
The two men whipped out their guns, ready to shoot, but Batman's arm flew from under his cape, throwing a sharp, bat-shaped blade at them. A batarang.
He disarmed the two, and they winced in pain as the weapon hit their wrists. He leapt at one of them, tackling them into the ground. He did a flip off of them. They were down.
The other quickly ran at him, throwing his left fist at the Batman, and continued to try and hit him. Batman then wound up his own fist, punching them across the face, throwing them away and across the rooftop.
A couple of minutes later, two police officers ran onto the rooftop, shining a light onto the criminals tied together.
They looked around, trying to find who did this, but missed the man on a higher rooftop, looking over the city as lightning flashed in the sky.
He prepared to swing down, his grappling gun in hand, but he heard a strange noise. Then he started moving backwards. He turned around and saw a hole sucking him in. He shot the grappling gun, trying to stop himself from getting sucked in, but the line snapped, and he was pulled in.
Spider-Lad and the new Ghost Rider
Song: So Begins the End by Junkie XL
Bart was standing on a ledge, looking at the remodeling of Avengers Tower.
The Government and S.H.I.E.L.D. had just announced an hour before that they have a backup plan for the death of the Avengers, saying that they have a whole new roster of Avengers ready to take their place. They had already shown cases of two of these new heroes … and somehow, Bard, an old member of the Legacy was on the team.
Bart, in his white and black Spider-Lad suit, was thinking the worst. Then he heard something, and turned around to look at Stewart, without the flaming head.
Stewart hadn't been seen by any of the old members of the Legacy since Ultron … which was about a month ago. Stewart hadn't taken the death of the Avengers very well, and went on a rampage of killing demons and even normal people in a small town in Texas.
Bart: "Are you finally back in control of that … spirit?"
Stewart: "Yeah, I am. You heard about what happened, didn't you?"
Bart: "Yeah, I had my suspicions it was you when I saw it on the news. Doesn't really matter though, we need to find out what's going on with the 'Avengers'. This plan was probably corrupted by Ultron … "
Stewart: "Maybe it wasn't. Maybe we actually have a genuine, new team of Avengers on our hands."
Bart: "But Bard!? How the hell did Bard get on the team? He wasn't well-known as a hero outside of Seattle and he still isn't well-known. The only person I can think of putting him on that roster is Ultron."
Stewart: "I'll give you that … and I think Bard has gone off th - "
All of a sudden, a hole from 10 feet away appeared, spinning, and seeming to have no end in sight. They stared at it for a bit before it started to suck them in. Stewart enveloped his head in hellflame, and then threw the chain around the top of a chimney on an apartment building nearby, but it broke loose and he was sucked in with Bart.
All six heroes fell through the five interdimensional holes, confused. Eventually, they saw an end to the tunnel that seemed to never end, and hit cold ground.
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