Tony had ended up flying the kid back to the tower. He was heavier than he looked.

The Avengers had argued the whole way back to the tower about what to do with the kid. Clint had suggested putting him in a locked room under surveillance (supported by Natasha but immediately shot down by Thor), Steve had suggested contacting shield (shot down by nearly all the avengers), but in the end, they submitted to the quiet authority of an un-transformed Bruce, who had suggested checking him for injuries, then waiting until he woke up to determine if he was a threat.

He landed on the small suit pad on the tower balcony and carried the kid inside for roughly 6 feet, after which he promptly handed him off to Thor. After all, he couldn't carry a kid and an espresso at the same time.

Thor didn't seem to mind. If Tony wasn't mistaken, he seemed almost exited. Maybe he thought the kid was Asgaurdian?

Tony glanced at the kid who he was, for now, calling mini-Thor. (because really, golden hair, red cape/cloak, and falling out of portals in the sky? They were practically related.)

Finally arriving at the med bay, (which was basically just a lab with slightly more medical equipment than the rest of the tower)

Thor laid Mini-Thor on one of the examination tables. Bruce readied a few of the scanners and called Steve over to help him get the kid's cloak and shirt thingy off. This kid had a somewhat complicated layer of clothes. (though, to be fair, anything that wasn't pants and a T-shirt was complicated in Tony's eyes.)

Bruce frowned as he went to remove the cloak.

"Bruce?" Steve asked

"His arm…" bruce said, poking Mini-Thor's right arm, "It feels really hard."

"he probably works out." Tony commented sarcastically

Bruce completely ignored him, "Like metal….or something."

Steve frowned slightly, thinking of Bucky, and helped remove the cloak.

There were collective gasps around the room, and Steve recoiled.

"Oh." Bruce said after a moment.

Tony was already hurrying over to get a better look, "He has a prosthetic arm." he said, examining it, "And a damn fancy one at that."

The articulation was incredible. It had been designed in a way that it was nearly exactly the same shape and size as a normal arm, and although the technology itself seemed….extremely outdated, the complexity and detail was astounding.

Tony experimentally wiggled one of the fingers. "Dang." he said, somewhat impressed.

"Why does a kid his age have a prosthetic?" Steve said in a somewhat disbelieving tone

"Alien fashion accessory?" Tony suggested. Thor gave him a weird look.

"I think it goes all the way up to his shoulder." Bruce commented, removing the black vest/shirt thing. Bruce paled.

"Oh god…" he whispered.

The prosthetic did indeed connect to Mini-thor's shoulder, but that wasn't what had Bruce calling to his maker.

It was the scars.

There was intensive scarring around the kid's shoulder, around where his prosthetic arm connected, but other than that, his body was littered with them. Some were thin, some were huge, and they were everywhere. there was a particularly disturbing scar on the left side of his torso that looked like a massive puncture wound. Had this kid been impaled?!

The prosthetic wasn't the most comfortable thing to look at either. Besides the huge amount of scaring around his shoulder, the metal seemed to be bolted directly into his flesh; and bone too by the looks of it.

Bruce took a shuddering breath, "Well, I don't see any…currant, external injuries, but we should scan to make sure he doesn't have any broken bones."

Steve was clenching his fists. All those scars, massive scars, a prosthetic arm; Who would do something like this to a kid?!

"He's got so many scars for such a little guy…" Clint commented.

At 'little guy', Mini-thor stirred slightly, flesh hand clenching.

"He's waking up." Natasha informed, casually loading her wrist-shooters. Bruce backed up a little, and he avengers readied themselves for the worst. Thor gripped mijlnir, Tony clicked his face-plate into position, Hawkeye nocked an arrow, and the Avengers stood tensely.

Then startlingly gold eyes blinked open.

Ed's head was killing him.

Passing through the gate was never fun, but this had been awful. His head was pounding with the amount of information he had received. The truth had seen fit to catch him up to this world's science and math, informed him on a ton of history that was probably useless, taught him at least 6 languages, given him new knowledge of this worlds chemistry, and knowledge of some kind of weird metal. It had also told him the name of his target. Thanos.

Nothing else though. Not what 'thanos' looked like, where he lived or any of the things that would have actually been useful.

Ed cracked his eyes open slightly, as far as they would go. his eyelids were as heavy as lead. He groaned and reached his flesh hand up to rub his temple. 'Ow' would have been a severe understatement.

Wait…

What was he laying on?

At that, Ed's eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright, eyes darting around his surroundings. He was in a room, it looked something like a hospital room. He wasn't restrained, which was good, but for some reason his shirt and cloak were missing (which was not good, in Ed's book.) Suddenly, one of the people he had vaguely noticed in the back shouted something at him, drawing back a bowstring.

That also wasn't good.

Tallying it up, this was not a favorable situation.

"If you shoot me I'll come over there and turn your bow into a toilet plunger." Ed threatened in Amestrian. At the bow-man's confused look, Edward mentally face-palmed.

Of course. He was in a different world….reality thingy (Fuck you, Truth.) They wouldn't speak Amestrian.

Ed frowned. Now this was a matter of figuring out which language the strange people spoke. It better be one of the languages Truth had equipped him with, because for pete's sake if the Truth had given him all the languages, but the one he needed, he would probably cry.

The people looked tense and focused. Had the transmutation circle opened up in this building? That would explain their wariness. He needed to figure out which language they spoke and let them known this was a misunderstanding. If it came down to it though, he could just fight them. They didn't seem very well armed.

Ed did a quick take on the team.

Bow guy just had a fancy looking bow. Arrows were easy enough to dodge. Probably not much of a threat.

Red-head was pointing her bracelets at him. Probably a zero on the threat scale.

One guy had some really fancy armor, but no guns that he could see.

scientist guy would probably just run.

Ishvalin looking guy had some weird red bird wings…maybe he'd fly away?

Blonde viking guy had a hammer. he probably wasn't a very big threat either.

The guy in red white and blue had a circular shield. wow.

These guys needed better weapons.

The shield guy said something, was it french? Ed frowned. Sounded kinda like french. He'd try that. "Hi, uhh…don't shoot." he said in (what he hoped) was french.

The under-armed group exchanged glances, but didn't respond. OOk, so that wasn't right either. That left English or Spanish.

"Uh, Hi. Don't. Shoot. Me. " he said slowly in english, in a ' i'm talking to a baby' voice.

The bowman spluttered, an offended look on his face, however, the team noticeably relaxed a little once they realized he could speak english.

"Child, where do you hail from?" Blond hammer guy asked, "You do not seem to be of Asgaurd."

Asg-what?

"Uh…" Ed said dumbly. Do I tell them…?

.

.

.

ppffft of course not.

He searched his brain quickly for the first country/town that came to mind.

"Im from Tacobell." he said. That's a country right…?

Bowman snorted, red-white-blue seemed…unimpressed, and doctor guy seemed concerned.

"Uhm, do you remember your name?" Doctor asked.

Oh no, doctor's giving me the 'pitied lunatic' look. What the heck was taco bell…?!

"I'm Edward." he said. Please stop looking at me like that. "Edward Elric." he frowned slightly, "Who are you?"

The team exchanged looks.

"You mean you don't recognize us?" bowman said with a cocky grin.

Edward deadpanned, "Uh, no. Thats why I asked."

Bowman's smile faltered slightly. "Wait are you serious?" he asked, eyes widening

"Uh, yes?" Edward shrugged. Were these guys famous or something?

"We're the Avengers." Doctor said with a rather concerned tone, "Do you…remember how you got here?"

"Not the arriving part, no." Edward said cautiously, not wanting to give too much away. Divert the conversation. "And the 'Avengers' ? Seriously? What are you even avenging?" he frowned, "Also, I want my shirt back."

A quick glance around the room and he spotted his vest on a nearby table. He slid off the bench and started walking over, but paused when the group tensed, some even readying weapons. Ed narrowed his eyes, gold glinting.

"Ok, Why are you guys acting like i'm a time-bomb?" he asked, hands on his hips. Play dumb. They don't know, I know, why i'm here.

"Well," said armor-man, face plate lifting to reveal brown eyes, a perfectly trimmed goatee and a deadpan expression.

Oh great.

"Not sure you remember blondie, but you fell out of a massive hole in the sky." he said sarcastically.

Ed's eyes widened, "I did Wha— ?! GAH truth! when I get my hands on you I'm gonna—" he proceeded to rant angrily for the next twelve minutes, calling the truth every foul name he could think of from every language he knew, while the avengers waited in stunned silence for him to finish.