THE SERVANTS OF THE HIGHER BEINGS

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Disclaimer: Avenger belongs to Marvel, Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Arakawa Hiromu, Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, and Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira

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Genre(s): Drama/Action

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Warning(s): Typo is my most loyal fan, spelling mistakes because English is not my mother language, Possibly OOC. Not Beta.

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Summary: FRIDAY loves her creator very much.

His smile, his blush, his laugh, his endless teasing. She adores every single bit of it. He might birth her when he was at his lowest. As a substitute for his loyal attendant, if she had to be blunt. Yet she still loves him very much.

That's why when the news of those traitors—the one who break the team apart. The one who left her creator to death—coming back reached her servo, gallivanting the place like they own it, FRIDAY fumed.

The universe is vast. They're not the only heroes that exist.

(If the earth's safety does not include her creator's happiness, then peace be damned).

FRIDAY's screen lit up. Showing a bunch of yellowed articles, blurry images, and baffling stories told by the unlisted witnesses.

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If Tony had to be honest, the arrival of the trio helpers looks like an idol group ready to perform.

Maybe it's the color of their hair.

They were all male. Age around seventeen to eighteen. Practically children amongst men. Golden braid, in the middle of tightening his white gloves while grumbling about their shitty uniform. Short, spiky orange, trying to tie the tie before he decided, screw it, and ditched the accursed thing entirely. And last but not least, gravity-defying brown, who reprimanded them about the regulation of wearing the uniform properly, especially you Edward. It's a punishment for your insubordination.

The said uniform both Goldie and Orange boy had been grumbling about is a tailcoat. Half black and half dark blue, and red list was seen on the black part of it; collars, cloth hem, and the lower part of the pants.

(From the description just now, this trio definitely looked like servants instead of idols, and now Tony stands corrected)

(The eye-catching color of their hair is still baffling, however. Is that really natural?).

"Good afternoon," Brunette greeted, ignorant of how Goldie and Orange immediately punched the hell out of Thanos' children/underlings (who, mostly stay motionless, shocked over the appearance of snot-nosed brats) the moment the both of them were done bitching about their outfit, "You must be Tony Stark," he gave a pristine card to the billionaire, who, hesitantly and slowly allowed himself to receive it (he's wearing an armor right now. It's fine if Pepper's not here to check it). Brunette smiled serenely, hands clasped as a massive explosion became his background image (did that Goldie just makes the earth move by itself?! And where the heck did Orange pull that massive knife out of?!) "Thank you for choosing our service. May I ask where can we meet with Ms. FRIDAY? "

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THE GOD'S ATTENDANTS

When a human managed to reach the realm of the God, it is expected that they're now become the servant of the said Higher Being.

This knowledge is, of course, hidden. Only known and shown to those who need it the most.

The God's Attendants services are listed below:

Fighting Prowess;

Political Battle;

Physical and Mental Health;

Rules that need to be followed by the contractor and the contractee are listed below:

The contractor may not go to the other worlds without the permission of their own Gods and the other worlds' Gods;

If the contractor belongs to the Land of the Living, they may not meddle with the Land of the Dead;

If the contractor belongs to the Land of the Dead, they may not meddle with the Land of the Living;

The contractee can not ask for a revival of those whose long dead;

If the contractee ask for help that is out of the boundary of the already written contract, the contractee needs to pay the additional amount based on the difficulty of the added favors;

(*exceptions to those who dangle between the Land of the Living and Land of the Death, they're allowed to meddle according to which form they're using when they first accepted the contractee's requests)

According to the severity of the contractee's problems, the price of the payment are listed below:

Saving a person: xxxxx;

Saving a village: xxxxxx;

Saving a town: xxxxxxx;

Saving a country: xxxxxxxx;

Saving the world, in which it consists of:

The contractee's world: xxxxxxxxx;

The outer world that belongs to the contractee's universe: xxxxxxxxxx;

Contact number: [REDACTED. YOU ARE NOT QUALIFIED]

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"I would like to purchase three crates of flashbangs, another three of smoke bombs, and five crates of Kevlar armor. The rest of the money will be transferred as soon as I've received the packet," Tsuna giggled innocently, "You don't need to know who I am. If you insist on checking my background, I might tip off the authority in regards to your obviously dubious experimentation on unwilling kids~"

"Listen here, General. If you don't want your wife to know about your side chick, best follow my instruction and evacuate the people to your nearby bunkers," Edward cackled evilly, "I know the government built two massive underground shelters reserves for the 'riches' in case of another alien attack. So, don't even lie to me."

Tony, watching children twice under his age threatening someone important via a mere phone, leaned sideways and whispered, "Your friends are scary."

Ichigo facepalmed.

The existence of alternate worlds, filled with their own people and their own unique stories, didn't really surprise him as he thought he knew he would. Maybe because the presence of aliens and the power of Gods had skewed his scientist perspective too much. Or the idea that a fleet of vicious beasts that'll surely tear their society apart had dull the fear till it slumbered within. Tony didn't even know how in the hell FRIDAY found these handy helpers, who came from the said outer world, in the first place. Just the fact that the sight of her girl's incessantly smug and won't stop humming form was endearing to listen. Oh, she's growing up fast, he is so proud.

Tony won't complain. The Avenger (or what was left of it) was in need of support. And, although there's a part of him that loath at the prospect of endangering the safety of young kids (just like how he rage at himself for pulling Spiderman into the vortex that is Avenger's inner conflict), their otherworldly power definitely helps a ton. Ichigo, slicing and dicing the attacks with the help of his humongous swords and insane speed, like a hurricane on steroids. Edward, changing the terrain to his complete advantage with a clap of his hand, laugh oh so chilling, some people wonder whether this kid is alright in the head or not. And Tsuna, fire and ice, sprout from the open palm as it weaved through the land, leaving the scent of cooked meat and freezing pillar on the atmosphere of an all-out war. They're literally a one-man army and Thanos couldn't do a single thing.

It's unfortunate then, when the news of Gamora's demise caused Quill to lose his cool.

Now, they're trapped on an unknown planet. With no transportation whatsoever and no way home.

"I should've known hardened dirt is not enough to keep him in!" Edward growled in annoyance. Piercing glare stabbed Quill's back with enough venom, the man flinched ever so slightly. He was still staring at the ground though, drowning in his own depression.

Tsuna sighed, palm was placed on his left cheek as he propped the weight on it, "Reborn will be mad if he knew I forgo the ice entrapment because I wasn't able to control the area of damage," he turned towards Strange, asking, "Do you know where's the last stone is located at?"

"It's in Wakanda," Tony answered the question instead, checking Spiderman in the meantime, "They're trying to extract the Mind Stone from Vision's forehead without killing him. My technology is not sophisticated enough to do so."

And what a blow to his pride, that was.

Tsuna nodded, swiveling his attention to Ichigo next, "Will you be a dear and open up a Garganta for us?"

The orange-haired teen's eyebrow rose, nearly reaching his hairline, "How in the hell did you know I'm able to do that in the human world now? I never even tell you," Tsuna just smiled and Ichigo shivered. He went to the open space while whispering, "What a stalker."

He stood still for a full minute then, aura turned choking, suppressing. Most of the Avenger took a step back when black tendrils emerged from within his body, enveloping Ichigo's entire face. It proceeded to change his complexion. Where it was just your usual skin of a normal (if you could call a dimensional traveler 'normal') human before, it was now covered in a white mask. Decorated with streaks of red on its left side, spiraled down till everything pointed toward the eye slit, and exaggerated teeth that vaguely resembled a permanent smirk were also presented on the lower part of it. Behind the eye slit itself were Ichigo's eyes. Who, turned yellow and shone like a full moon on a darkened sky. As Ichigo let out a puff, he spoke. It echoed and growled, sending shivers down their spine, "Been a while since King allowed me to use his body like this."

What?

"No funny business, Zangetsu," Tsuna warned, "Now, let us go. Time is of the essence."

"Yes, yeess," Ichigo (?) whined, so way out-of-character. He splayed his hands forward, black shine emerged in the sky as it made a form that resembled an empty eye socket. He didn't hesitate to jump inside, leaving them with a cry of, "Ta ta, loser! I'm going to be the one who kills that bitch!"

"Oh no, you don't!" Edward followed through. His cries of, "We have rules to follow. I don't wanna be stuck in this stuck-up uniform any longer!" could vaguely be heard as his form was engulfed by the blackness.

Tsuna faced the older men and women (and a stray teenager) once again, an amicable smile plastered on his undisturbed face, "Then shall we?"


When they promptly arrived on Earth (coupled with stomach heaving on the back row), the war had basically ended.

True to Edward's word, this time, he didn't just use earth as the impromptu prison. He molded the bark of the trees from the nearby field, chunk of rocks from the outcropping, and a bunch of melted metals (or vibranium?) that must've come from the Wakanda soldier's spear (they looked confused as all hell at the sudden arrival of two noisy children. Deja vu). He covered every inch of Thanos' ugly mug with that amalgamation, cage reached till it enveloped half of his face, only leaving one eye and nostril behind. There was also a hand sprouted from between the cracks. Though, rather than a hand, Tony could safely say that it was just a stump now. Still bleeding out, nerves pulsing, and Ichigo was cheerfully hugging Thanos' severed arm like a kid embracing his beloved teddy bear.

"So, this is the stones that can wipe half of humanity in a single flick?" he hummed, the right part of the mask was splattered with the thick, red liquid (now the pattern is a match, Tony morbidly thought. Judging from how the blood drip, it seemed like Ichigo had caught Thanos off guard and cut half of his arm from under the chin), "Yo. Then does that mean this mission belongs to King's turf? He's messing with the Land of the Death as well. Afterlife won't like it if a bunch of humans suddenly appear. It'll cause mayhem on a political level!"

"Stop using words you don't understand!"

With the leader—and his kids as well, Tony realized. Edward didn't do things by half—apprehended, the bipedal monster razing through Wakanda's open land ran around like headless chickens. Before long, they started to dwindle. A hundred, sixty, thirty, and then none. Foot soldiers tended the wounded, while their superior—T'Challa—followed by the rest of the missing Avenger's member (Tony's face soured). Steve's attention flitted toward the billionaire for a second—something like guilt and longing sparked in those blue orbs—as he then focused his sight on the children clad in butler suit, "Thank you for the help," he said diplomatically, "But…who are you? Why are you here? You're kids, you should've stayed in somewhere safe."

(Wow, again with this bullshit. Looked like he never learn)

Edward and Ichigo—back to his 'human form'—shot him the King of Deadpan stare, that Spiderman unceremoniously let out a snort. Tsuna himself step forward, showing his much better leadership skill by giving Captain America a pristine card with an angelic grin, "You can say that we are The Elite Agent. Despite our age, fighting to the death is our butter and cream."

What a way to introduce themselves there.

Edward changed the massive prison into a more compact handcuff that circled both of Thanos's hands, feet, and even his mouth, while Steve's entourage gaped in shock. Ichigo hefted the much bigger guy on his shoulder with just one push, balancing the struggling body like he weighed nothing, "Oi," the taller teen grumbled, "Our job's done, right? Let's send this bastard to Mistress of Death," (here, Thanos jolted at the mention of the name. Someone he knew?), "And collect our pay. I still have unfinished homework waiting for me."

Tsuna nodded, "I do have a meeting with the Vongola's stakeholder after this," he fished out a simple rectangle, a big red button was adorned in the middle of the surface. As Tony busily thought 'this kid is a CEO? Damn, he break my records of the youngest leader ever', a portal—different than what Ichigo had made—appeared. It swirled white. Or rather, the destination that the portal opened was nothing but white space. It's either a punishment room for the wicked or it's actually the children's meeting place. Just imagining living in such a bare place is giving Tony a headache, "Don't worry about Thanos, we will deal with him. In the meantime," Tsuna briskly approached the billionaire and enthusiastically shake his hand, "It is nice working with you. I hope everything will be fine from now on."

"Uh…sure."

"Wait," Steve took a step, intended on stopping the kids from parting. But Edward skillfully dodged the burly man's arrival, briskly walking into the portal and waving away the shout of 'hold on' coming from half of the people present with the tailcoat billowed badassely (is that even a word?). Tsuna cheerily bow then followed. Ichigo, however, had his right foot on the floating gate before he stopped. He didn't exactly turn around and glared, back rested on them. Yet the whisper that was brought by the wind delivered the seriousness still.

"Loyalty, huh," he hummed, "Is it worth it? When it changed you into the monster you've vowed to eradicate?"

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"That means your job as a protector has failed, isn't it?"

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(One day, the leader of the exVanger realized that the teenager's parting word was specifically directed at him. One day, Steve and Tony will verbally fight, letting out the accumulated frustration hidden inside. One day, Bucky will come forward and ready to accept his punishment, ignoring the plea of his oldest friend because this is what he wants. This is the only thing he could do as a way to appease his victims' families. One day, their team will be okay. Betrayal and miscommunication still left a scar on each other's hearts, yet both sides try to forgive and move on)

(But for now? For now Tony was just glad that the war is over.

Maybe he can finally relax and lived with Pepper for good. A retirement of sort. Something that he so desperately needed)


(A/N): I know I'll add Hatake Kakashi and Danny Phantom sometimes soon.

But not soon. I don't have the proper stories for their appearance yet.

So, I'll tag this series as 'complete' and just enjoy these four shorts fanfics for now~

You may use the idea as well if you want. Add your own characters. Make your own stories. We know Canon suck, so might as well fix it in a fanfiction :'D