Falcon and the Winter Soldier is pretty good.
Song of the Chapter: Stark Goes Green by Alan Silvestri
I own nothing but the story.
"Ow!"
Spider-Man hit the ground with a thud, and slowly looked up to see a strange sight.
On the floor with him was a man dressed in a Batman suit, a regular teenager with sea-green eyes, another teenager with emerald eyes and glasses, a man with a biker uniform and a flaming head, and a kid who had a suit that looked like his own, only where all the blue was supposed to be, it was black, the red was white, and it had a blue web pattern.
Then he saw two regular people and …
"Deadpool?" he asked, shocked to see the cussing merc with a mouth there. He didn't fall through a hole like they did.
"Petey!" Deadpool said, holding up his arms and giving him a hug.
"What are you doing here?" Spider-Man asked.
"Oh, well, I've been helping an all-powerful, omnipotent being fix up the multiverse, and then ANOTHER all-powerful, omnipotent being came to help us fix up the multiverse, and then an alternate universe Hulk broke through the ceiling and started trying to kill us."
"Who are you people?" said the man dressed as Batman, looking around at them.
"Why am I standing in a room with Batman, Spider-Man, Deadpool, Ghost Rider, and Harry Potter?" said the sea-green-eyed teenager.
Harry Potter pulled out his wand. "How do you know my name?" he asked.
"Wait, you're Harry Potter?" said the one who had a suit that kind of looked like his.
"Okay, who are you?" Spider-Man asked the person.
"I'm Spider-Lad."
"What?" Spider-Man asked. "Spider-Lad?"
"Cool name," said the sea-green-eyed teenager. "Am I right, lads, or am I right, lads?"
A small, LEGO minifigure popped out of the ground. "You are right, lad!"
Then it disappeared.
"Thanks, Lad," the teenager said.
"Really?" Deadpool said, looking at the normal guy in a green jacket.
"Come on. I had to give that one to him."
"Will someone please just tell us what's going on here?!" the flaming skull person said.
The normal guy in a green jacket sighed, walking in the center and clapping his hands together. He pulled them apart and showed a hologram of a giant web with different things happening on the different strands.
"I go by the One Above All," he said. "That's the Presence," he said, gesturing at the other regular guy, who was wearing a red jacket. "And you've already met Deadpool."
"Hey," Deadpool said, waving a little at them all.
"Why do you call yourself the One Above All?" Batman asked.
The One Above All pulled out a pencil and drew a straight line from the center of the web. "Because I create universes. So does the Presence. Everything that has ever happened in your lives has come from an idea."
"Why is it a web?" Spider-Lad asked.
"Uh, because."
The Presence stepped forward. "Lately, there have been … problems in the multiverse. … People … are destroying the strands. And we've been growing weaker."
He gestured to himself and the One Above All. "These … These aren't our true forms. We're getting weaker and weaker. Now, our enemies know it. They're sending people after us."
"Like that alternate Hulk Deadpool mentioned?" the teenager asked.
Deadpool nodded. "Yeah. He's evil."
"Um, speaking of Deadpool, why is he with you guys?" Spider-Man asked.
"Deadpool's … different," the One Above All said. "We have our own universe, and he can see into it, communicate with it, though it can't communicate back. He has a special connection with the multiverse that most people don't."
"In other words, I'm a special snowflake," Deadpool said.
"So you need us?" Harry Potter asked.
The One Above All nodded. "We can't do this alone."
"Why do we have to help you?" Batman asked.
"Because if you don't, centillions of people will die," the Presence said. "Entire Earths will be destroyed. I think that alone warrants your help."
A silence fell over them all as they realized how high the stakes were.
"When do we fight?" the teenager asked.
"We don't know where the evil Hulk is right now, so we just have to find him," the One Above All said, "We can take care of that part. For now, why don't you guys get to know each other?"
The six left the room, leaving the other three with a green, holographic map of the multiverse.
They were all silent, but the teenager spoke up. "So, um, I am Percy Jackson, and I am a son of Poseidon."
Nobody responded.
Percy sighed. This place was more dead than the Underworld, and that's really saying something.
"You know, in my universe, you're a character from a book series," Spider-Lad said.
Percy stared at him. That was a nice thought. "Okay. And?"
"Eh. Just something that I thought I'd mention. Harry Potter's also from a book series. He's also got some movies."
"Really?" Harry asked.
"I don't have any movies?" Percy asked. "That's a shame. I'm sure some real good ones could be made."
"Well, you did get movies - "
"Awesome."
"But they were really bad."
Percy put his hand to his chest, mocking offense. "Movies about me? Bad? Impossible!"
"You have no idea," Spider-Man said.
"You know, you and Batman are fictional characters in my universe, too," Percy said. "You had some real good ones. You were also in comic books."
"Nice to know. Batman had movies in my universe too," Spider-Man said. "He looked more like Ben Affleck, though."
"Why are we sitting here talking about this when we should be worried about those three?" Batman asked.
"Why would we be worried about them?" Ghost Rider asked.
"They create universes. They manage them. You can't trust anyone with that kind of power."
"Well, what would you suggest we do about it?" Harry asked. "They're practically gods."
Batman shook his head, looking at the door. "I don't know. But we have to keep an eye on them. That's for sure."
"Did you do something?" Percy asked him. "I've attempted to read your comics, and watched your movies, and I feel like you're up to something."
Batman was silent before saying "I put a camera under a table."
"There it is."
"They're going to notice it," Harry said.
"They say what happens in every universe," Batman said. "That means that they make anything happen. Even the bad things. They don't care about us. No consequences are going to come to them, because they control who gets consequences."
Everyone was quiet at that. Was he right? Did these godlike beings not care about them? Were they willing to put them through anything just because they felt like it?
Were they even in control of their own lives?
The door opened just then, and Deadpool poked his head through the doorway. "Hey! We found the evil Hulk!"
Nothing like some good ol' existential questions!
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