"Hey fellas."

All seven would-be burglars whirled around at his voice, makeshift weapons raised. "It's the Spider-Freak!" one yelled out.

Peter sighed as he took them in from his perch above them. "Well, that was just uncalled for," he said. "You really know where to hit me where it hurts."

"Rahhh!" one thug yelled, charging at him. Peter dropped down, dodged his swing and then lashed out with his foot, knocking the guy aside.

"Fortunately, seems like that's the only thing you can hit," Peter said, thwipping under a second guy and leaping back up, kicking the thug in the back with enough force to knock him into the wall and into unconsciousness. He then switched gears on his web-shooters and shot a web grenade at them all. The small ball hit one thug and he had one second of panic before the grenade went off, showering him and all his compatriots with a healthy dosing of webs.

"It's sticking!" one thug cried out in alarm.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Why do they always say that?" he asked no one in particular. He then jumped up and knocked one thug out before twisting around and kicking a second into the wall, knocking him out too. One thug with a knife managed to cut free from all the webbing but Peter shot an impact web at him before he was even finished, trapping him completely against the wall.

Peter then thwipped the webs out again, hitting the two remaining thugs, and then interlocked his arms, slamming the two together dramatically. Both groaned and collapsed on the floor. Peter quickly webbed them up as well.

"You know, if you're not good at breaking or entering, maybe don't pull a B&E," Peter told them. He could already hear the sirens on their way an decided to swing away. His relationship with the cops was still shaky at best.

He dropped down several storeys of the building before thwipping again, his web catching the top of the next building and swinging him down 5th avenue.

His phone suddenly buzzed and he answered it before it finished, already seeing the caller as his favorite person. "Hey, MJ," he said.

"Hey," she replied. "We're still on for dinner tonight, right?"

"Barring any crazy supervillains attacking the city, definitely," Peter joked. But inside, he tensed. It wasn't really a joke. He gave up so much of his life to fight those crazy supervillains and now that MJ was part of his life, he had to ask her to give up stuff as well.

She laughed a little, though. "Well, fingers crossed," she told him. "I just got to finish a report for Robbie. Should take me about twenty minutes."

"Sounds good to me," Peter said. "See you then."

He ended the call and allowed himself a small smile. It was the little things, like a normal date with his girlfriend, that made him the happiest. Those were what he lived for. But for the next twenty minutes, he had to go and see who else needed his help. He aimed and show out his next web, ready to swing into the next street.

Two seconds later, an empty web dangled in the air, floating down to the street below, its owner gone, as if he had never existed at all.

Harry sat up against the trunk of the tree and stared out at the sunset in front of him and smiled in contentment. It had been two months since the end of the war. Since Voldemort had been defeated and peace had at last been restored to the Wizarding World. And Harry couldn't get enough of it. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel like there was something hanging over him. No abusive relatives who wanted nothing better to kick him out. No stressing exams or papers to turn in. And no evil wizards and witches who wanted nothing better than to kill him.

He stared out the shimmering lake water in front of him and felt a twinge of homesickness for Hogwarts. It was strange to think he wouldn't be going back there as a student anymore. The happiest moments of his life had occurred there. It was where he first felt like his own person. Where he had met his friends, who he now considered his family.

He didn't know what he'd do next. For the past couple months, he'd been sitting on that, thinking about what he was going to do with the rest of his life. He was tempted to begin Auror training but he still felt that hesitation. Life was good right now and he didn't want to risk spoiling it by throwing himself at the next set of dark wizards. That probably wouldn't happen in training but still. For now, he was content to just live his life.

He sighed and just watched the sun set below the horizon, setting the sky ablaze with a wash of different colors. He just wanted to savor this moment forever. This one right here was perfection. Except for one little thing.

"Hey, you."

Harry looked up and smiled as Ginny sat down next to him, both folding into each other. "How long have you been here?" she asked.

"Not long," he replied. "Just wanted to see the sunset. Have a moment…away, I guess."

"Away from what?"

Harry frowned and then shrugged. "I don't know. Just…needed a moment to myself."

She turned and gave him a look. "Does that mean you want me to leave?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

Harry laughed. "No, no I don't," he told her. "You with me here is all I could want."

"Good answer," she said and settled back down. Together, they just stared as the sun finally sank behind the horizon, taking the light with it. They stared a little longer, soaking in that moment.

"You still think about them, don't you?" Ginny suddenly said.

Harry didn't need to ask who. He already knew who she was talking about. "Yeah," he said. "I do."

"You shouldn't dwell."

Harry sighed. "I can't help it. I get to sit here and enjoy this beautiful sunset because so many people gave up their lives. I just…" he leaned back heavily against the tree. "I don't how to deal with that. Like, what makes me so special that I got to live but so many others died."

Ginny looked at him carefully. "I don't think it works that way. They gave their lives so we could all have a future. You have to stop thinking it was all for you. They didn't die for you. They died for their and our futures."

"I know that," Harry agreed. "I do. But…" he paused, thinking of the right words. "I still can't help but feel that way. That I'm responsible."

"Well, you're not," Ginny told him. "You are in no way responsible. You know who is? Voldemort. And his Death Eaters. And all his followers. They're the ones who caused the war. They're the ones responsible for all those deaths."

"Yeah, but-" Harry started but Ginny stopped him, placing her finger over his lips.

"No more buts," she told him firmly. "You have to stop blaming yourself. They wouldn't want that. I know I wouldn't if I hadn't made it."

Harry shivered at that thought, of Ginny not making it. He honestly didn't know what he'd do if she wasn't here. But she was. And he was. Ginny was right. He couldn't keep doing this to himself. He had to move forward.

"Come on," Ginny said. "Let's get back."

"Yeah," Harry nodded, getting to his feet. "It is getting late."

They started walking back to the Burrow, its oddly constructed form looming before them. As they walked, Harry took one last look behind him at the dwindling light.

"I think mum made some new pie or cake or something," Ginny said. "She's been on a bit of a baking craze lately. Still, not complaining. What do y…"

Her voice died as she turned to Harry and found nothing. She whirled around but he was gone, as if he had vanished from the face of the earth.

Percy took a sip of his mocha and sighed, watching as the small city of New Rome came to life around him. Since starting college here, he had taken to doing a morning jog around the city before stopping at Bombilo's and getting a coffee along with usually a muffin. As he sat there, he saw people moving around, getting ready for a new day. Shopkeepers opening their stores, college students heading to their first classes, and others just enjoying the early morning feeling like he was.

He just took a moment to breathe it in and sighed. This was what he had been chasing for so long. Peace. No monsters, evil gods, titans, giants, or undead Roman emperors. Just a nice, peaceful morning where he didn't have to worry about anything. He hadn't felt this content since, well, ever. And he could definitely imagine his whole future like this.

He felt a small wave of sadness though as he recalled someone else who deserved this kind of peace. Jason should be sitting here, planning out all the new temples he'd be building for the gods. Planning for his future. But that had been ripped away from him.

Percy sighed and put his head in his hands, his good mood vanished. After everything they'd been through, it didn't seem fair that he got his happy ending and Jason didn't. If anyone deserved it, that guy did. And it was just ripped away. The unfair life of a typical demigod.

It was what made him treasure morning rituals like this. Just typical things any normal person would do, even if it was in a secretly hidden city for Roman demigods that had a training camp and a hill of temples for the gods less than a mile away. He needed moments like these, moments that told him that he could still have something of a normal life. Otherwise…he didn't know what the point would be.

"Hey, you."

Percy turned to see his favorite person in the world standing a few feet away. "Hey," he replied, pulling Annabeth in for a quick kiss. "And how are you doing this fine morning."

"Oh, not bad. Just heading to my class on Advanced Roman History of the first century. Then I have my architecture lectures this afternoon." She could barely contain her smile as she said that. She really loved those classes. She could talk to Percy about them for hours after they ended, talking about all the diagrams and models she'd made and all her plans and all the praise she'd gotten. Percy didn't really get it, he never had, but it was thrilling to see her so happy. After everything, they were both happy. And that was everything.

"Just came here for pick-me-up coffee," she said, making her order.

"That's three denarii," Bombilo, the two-headed coffee merchant told her.

Annabeth moved to pay but Percy stopped her. "I got you," he told her.

"Percy," she started but he held up his hand.

"Uh, uh," he said. "My mother drilled into me the importance of manners and paying for your girlfriend's coffee is one of them. You go to your class, I've got this."

She hesitated then smiled and kissed him again. "You really are the best. I love you."

"Love you too," he replied and watched as she walked away. He then pulled out some coins from his pocket and frowned. "The smallest I got it is a 5-piece," he said, holding up the coin.

Bombilo took it and pulled out his own pouch, rifling through it. "Here we are," he said, pulling out two 1-piece coins. He looked back up, ready to hand them over, when he stopped short. Because where Percy had just been standing was empty air, as if he had ceased to exist.

Korra stood on the edge of the cliff, looking out at Republic City from Air Temple Island. It was beautiful, seeing the new spirit portal beaming its energy to the sky above, lighting up the city and landscape around it. She took a deep breath and inhaled the sight, feeling it invigorate her. Whenever she felt doubt on her decision on keeping the portal open, all she needed to do was look at this and feel this moment. She could feel the balance of the worlds settling. Yes, it could end in disaster, but it could also wind up setting the stage for a new age of peace and prosperity. And she liked those odds better.

"Thought I might find you up here." Korra didn't even need to turn to recognized Tenzin's presence. "Beautiful sight," he remarked.

"It really is," she said. "So, what brought you all the way up here old man?"

"Ha ha," he said dryly. "That's not going to get old. Just wanted to wish you well. I'll be leaving soon. Now, actually."

Korra nodded. Tenzin was heading back to the Northern Air Temple to supervise its reconstruction. After it had been destroyed more than three years ago by Ghazan and the Red Lotus, and then dealing with the upheaval of the Earth Kingdom, construction had finally commenced on it. Korra wished she could go too but there wasn't much to do there. And, honestly, she'd much rather be here right now. With Asami. And her other friends, but mainly Asami.

"I'll miss you," she told him.

"I'll miss you too," he said gently. "But I think it's clear now you don't need me around anymore. You are more than capable enough to handle things on your own. You've proven that many times over."

"True," Korra nodded. "But I'll always need you, Tenzin. You should know that by now."

He smiled, his eyes glistening for a moment, before he pulled her into a hug. She held him tight, savoring this moment, before they separated and started the walk down to the docks where the airship was waiting. Korra saw several airbenders down there, waiting to board. Tenzin would be taking several as he had decided not to remake the temple as it was exactly but with input from others as well. Pema was there supervising alongside Rohan, although he was more interested in chasing his flying lemur around.

"I'm going to miss you all so much!" Korra heard the bawling before she saw the source, Bolin holding Mako as tight as he could.

"Thanks bro, I'm going to miss you too," Mako told him, patting him awkwardly back. His face then started to change color as Bolin hugged him even tighter. "Hey, Bolin…can't breathe."

"Oh, sorry," Bolin pulled away, wiping his eyes before he turned to Asami and wrapped her into an enormous platypus bear hug as well. Korra could hear the air exit Asami's lungs, her eyes popping from Bolin's crushing grip.

"Hey, don't break my girlfriend," Korra said easily, though she was prepared to pull Bolin away from Asami if necessary.

"Right, right," Bolin nodded and then turned to Korra. She tried to brace herself but he still wrapped her in a bone-crushing grip, hugging her as if he was trying to remove something from her throat. She moaned weakly, hugging him back a little, before he finally let go, allowing her to breathe again.

Bolin was joining the venture as he was one of the few lavabenders in the world and the only known one to them and since there was still plenty of lava pooling in the bedrock of the temple, he was going to help remove it or cool it enough for work to be done.

Bolin then spotted Jinora and Kai and threw his arms around them, causing the airbenders to grunt in surprise. "I'm going to miss you two most of all," he sobbed.

"Actually, Bolin," Jinora said as she extracted herself from Bolin's grip, "we're going with you."

"Oh, right, of course," Bolin settled back, looking embarrassed.

"Most of all?" Mako questioned, eyebrow raised.

Korra just rolled her eyes before pulling Jinora in for a normal hug. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too," Jinora said. "But we'll still visit, and you're free to visit us as well."

"Yeah," Korra nodded. "I'd like that."

Ten minutes later, they were off. Bolin, Pema, Jinora, Ikki, and Kai all waved goodbye while Meelo just gave a salute. Then they were gone. Korra sighed as she watched the airship sail away. She still wished she could be a part of this venture but she felt her place should be here. The spirit portal was still new, and it would take time before the people grew accustomed to it. Also, there was plenty of rebuilding to be done here.

"You good?" Asami asked her.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Just need a moment. I'll see you soon." She kissed her softly and then watched as Asami walked away. She was also glad to spend more time with her awesome new girlfriend. That was definitely reason enough to stay.

She sighed in contentment, feeling the wind pick up around her and closed her eyes for a moment. For once, the future looked bright. No new enemies or drastic changes to the world, no problems rising or situations to deal with. Just peace. So she allowed herself to relax, just for a moment.

The wind around her picked up a second later as the obstacle in its way suddenly vanished from the face of the Earth.

Barbara walked down the street, doing her best to ignore all the different problems piling up while simultaneously trying to force herself to focus on at least one of them. The whole thing with Damian and Bruce was one and she was torn between putting that at the forefront of her agenda or doing it last. It was such a messed up situation right now. She sighed and the 'save it' option won.

Then there was the whole Ghost-Maker thing going on. Barbara didn't see how Bruce could trust him. It looked more like he was trying to fill a void that Alfred had filled, trying to reconnect with old friends. And while she could respect that, she didn't trust this Ghost-Maker. His methods were too extreme. Bruce declared war on crime, but Ghost-Maker seemed to see it more as a purge. She didn't know if Bruce was trying to change him or wanted to be changed by him.

Maybe that should be the first thing on her list. Investigate Ghost-Maker. Of course, that was easier said than done. The guy was…well…a ghost. No presence on the internet, no data files for her to look up. And his personal servers were so well protected that she doubted she'd break in even if she had thirty extra years of cyber experience on her side.

Barbara sighed again. She was doing that a lot. Too much actually, according to her dad. Which brought her to her third problem. Her father, off chasing the Joker. She didn't know whether or not to be extremely worried or completely worried. She herself knew what that psychopath was capable of, more than anyone else other than Jason. So she knew that chasing after him was a bad idea. He was always five steps ahead of you, sometimes more and occasionally less. The recent Joker War had proved that, him playing several different angles on Gotham City simultaneously, dividing up the Bat-Family to try and contain the damage.

She could admit that her father may have gone off the deep end a little after losing his position as commissioner due to some traumatic events. Then there was the whole thing with James Jr. Barbara closed her eyes, still able to clearly picture the scene of her brother falling off the edge, choosing death over his inner demons. His last words, that he loved her, still echoing in her mind. And her father blaming her, as Batgirl, for it all.

Another reason she gave up the costume and identity, going back to her Oracle role. She preferred that one anyway. The Batgirl symbol came with too much weight right now and there were plenty of newer people to take on the mantle and give it a fresh look, like Cass or Stephanie.

But that wasn't the point right now. Maybe she should move Ghost-Maker off the top of her to-do list and have her father on the top. Or maybe she wasn't putting enough faith in him. Maybe, this time, he did know what he was doing. Argh, she didn't know. But there was one person she could rely on to help her. But that led her straight to problem number 4.

Dick Grayson. She didn't know exactly what to do about this problem. She wasn't sure it was a problem. All she knew was that she had started feeling jittery around him again. They'd always had that sort of vibe, of if they would actually get together. And something always got in the way, usually themselves. And he was dating Starfire again and she was technically seeing Jason Bard although she wasn't exactly sure what the status of that was at the moment.

She knew she was being silly and ridiculous. Dick and her had been friends for years. But still, she hated the feeling that came over her when she talked to him or was with him. It wasn't just the jittery feeling, it was also a sense of…calm. Like she could finally relax. With anyone else, she had her guard up one way or another. It wasn't that she didn't trust them, it was just that…she didn't know what it was. She'd known Jason and Tim for years, she trusted Cass and Stephanie completely and she believed in Bruce's mission. But…

But none of them were Dick.

With Dick, she felt free to just be herself. She could tell him things she didn't feel comfortable talking about with anyone else. And he felt exactly the same. He always felt more like a big brother to the others, being Bruce's first partner, so he always felt the need to fill that role around them. But with her, he could be free too. They were the most comfortable when they were with each other. It was when she realized this that Barbara's jittery feelings started appearing.

No, this was crazy. Even if she might be developing or redeveloping feelings for Dick or whatever, she still trusted him more than anyone else and he could definitely help her sort through her list of problems. Except number 4, obviously.

She pulled out her phone and called him, holding the phone up to her ear.

"Babs?" Dick's voice came through a few seconds later. "Babs, you there? Hello?"

But there was no response, the phone having fallen to the street, its owner gone, disappeared without a trace.

On the planet of Corvus, in the city of Calodan, Ahsoka Tano was eating some food in the local restaurant when she suddenly vanished.

In the Capital City of the Fire Nation, Fire Lord Zuko was walking down the halls of his palace, on his way to an important meeting with the other nobles, when he suddenly vanished.

In the western plains of Gondor, the elf Legolas was tracking some bandits and had just raised his bow when he suddenly vanished.

In the city of New York, in Hell's Kitchen, Matthew Murdock sensed the criminals stalking a couple, ready to mug them. He raised his fists, ready to jump into action, when he suddenly vanished.

In Central City, Leonard Snart smiled as his cold gun shattered the vault's lock. He moved to pry it open when he suddenly vanished.

In his palace in the fires of Muspelheim, the fire giant Surt smoldered as he pondered his latest plan to start Ragnarok when he suddenly vanished.

In the upper realm of Midgard, Kratos snatched up a fish from the cold river and prepared to place it next to the others when he suddenly vanished.

On the rooftop of the house in New Lorien, Six lay back and enjoyed the peace and quiet, soaking in the pleasure when she suddenly vanished.

In the city of King's Landing, as he fell through the sky, holding his brother in his arms, fire surrounding him, the Hound suddenly vanished before death could claim him.

Floating above his city, the so-called hero known as Homelander looked down on the people below, at their tiny and pathetic lives, when he suddenly vanished.

On the Black Rock, surrounded by his enemies and feeling his life slip away from him, the warrior Onyx suddenly vanished.

In the streets of San Francisco, the warrior maiden Scathach was walking to her sister's home when she felt an odd sensation take over her and she suddenly vanished before she could react.

All across space and time throughout the multiverse, warriors suddenly vanished without a trace, as if they had been wiped from existence. The only being who took notice was the mysterious Watcher, who narrowed his eyes as he beheld this unprecedented event. He alone knew what it meant and who was responsible. And, for the first time in his lifespan, he felt fear.

This is the story I'm most excited for. From here on in, it just gets crazy cause I'm bringing in so many different characters from different worlds. There will be limits, sadly Anime will take the most fall since I haven't really watched any. (But if you give me some good suggestions I can maybe throw in some characters in the first few chapters before diving deeper later on). I am having so much fun writing this and cannot wait to start sharing it.