Apparently, the red and yellow robot I thought was a pretty cool android/A.I. was in fact a human man. A snarky, bearded, slightly egotistical yet brilliant man. And the sunglassed man with a bow and arrow was pretty funny when not trying to put an arrow through Deadpool's knee.

But it grew clearer and clearer to me that I was extremely far away from home.

First of all, in this world there was no Justice League. In it's place was a team I believed was called the 'Avengers'. And-pretty surprising actually- they had been active for not more than a year.

There was Iron Man, the snarky yet brilliant man that didn't allow Hawkeye to take the handcuffs off of me because I was a 'threat', whom I believed was the leader. Then, of course, was Hawkeye. He was pretty cool to me and treated me like a victim instead of a criminal.

Then Deadpool kept insisting he was the unaccepted and misunderstood secret weapon of the Avengers, but Hawkeye made it explicitly clear that Deadpool was nothing but trouble and wasn't to be trusted by anyone with wishes to live past the next thirty minutes.

All in all, I was really regretting having messed with the Bat Cave by the time we get to this place called Avengers Tower.

As soon as Deadpool and I were walked out of the pretty fancy jet I found the other members of the Avengers team. There was a pretty big blonde guy, a man seemingly as big as a mac truck that was green, another blonde guy- but this one had shorter hair and a leader aura about him- a black guy, and a red haired woman that was glaring daggers at poor old Deadpool.

Apparently Deadpool really was hated here.

"We knew you were looking for Deadpool, Hawkeye, but what's with the kid?" The black man as he walked a few steps ahead of the group to smile down at me.

I smiled broadly up at him while inwardly cursing all my luck. I really should not have stopped to try to talk to Deadpool. If I hadn't, maybe I would've already figured out a way to survive in this universe until I found a way to get back home.

"The name's Kid Flash. Don't go wearing it out, though."

Hawkeye legitimately smiled at my words, while the more serious looking people in the team didn't seem so amazed.

"We found him and Deadpool in an alleyway close to Central Park. We're going to take them to the holding cells and hope they don't get up to too much craziness." Iron Man explained while pushing me down the ramp in the airplane.

"I am alive, I swear!" Deadpool suddenly gasped out as Hawkeye pushed him forward, apparently being forced out of another of his reveries.

Hawkeye rolled his eyes at the man's words and pushed him forward once more, but this time was harsher. "Unfortunately, you are. Geez, Deadpool. Was killing and stealing not enough for you? Now you have to try brainwashing kids to be your minions?"

I sighed as Iron Man led me deeper into this odd building, most probably towards those holding cells he had mentioned earlier. The outside of the Tower wasn't too shocking- after the Watchtower and Mount Justice almost nothing was shocking anymore- and the inside wasn't all that breathtaking either. I mean, it was pretty high tech and fancy. I was just so accustomed to the Watchtower and the Bat Cave and Red Hood's hideouts that not much surprised me any more.

Slowly I was moved towards a dark and long hallway where there were open spaces in set intervals. There was only one that was closed, and- oddly enough- there was no metallic door to hold the inmate inside. No, it was this blue screen that allowed you to see everything in there. It was at the back of the long hallway and I was placed into a cell in the very beginning of it. Deadpool was thrown into one in front of me.

And by thrown, I really mean thrown. He yelped dramatically as his back hit the back of the cell, then, once the screen was up, started banging on it with both hands as Hawkeye chuckled at his display.

"I know your boss, Bird Brain! And I have ways to get to the President! I will tell them all of how cruel you Avengers and then we'll see who'll be laughing!"

I didn't see it, but I'm pretty sure that Iron Man rolled his eyes beneath his iron mask as he pressed a button to make the blue screen appear before me.

"Kid Flash, was it? We'll be back in a few minutes to interrogate you." Iron Man told me in a slightly threatening tone, but it's not like I really thought it was that bad.

After all, he was no Batman.

"Fine by me." I shrugged, then smiled broadly as Hawkeye chuckled at my words.

Both heroes left us and after a few seconds of silence Deadpool was taking once more.

"Hey, Ginger! Are you sure you want them to think your name is something it isn't?"

I cocked my head at the insane man's words and shook my head. "You're not quite right are you?" I asked, making him smile broadly at me.

"What gave you that idea, Ginger?"

"Just a hunch."

The man made an odd sounding giggle at that, then moved his hand in a bashful manner. "Oh, stop it you! You're making me blush!"

I chuckled somewhat uncomfortably at his words but didn't say anymore because I heard footsteps nearing. And, just like promised by Iron Man, Hawkeye was back, but this time with the red haired woman.

"Yo, Kiddy! Time to be questioned!" The happy man smiled as he pushed the button, making the blue screen disappear while makin me smile at the same time.

"Hey, I've got just one request before I go with you." I told them, stepping out in the middle of the hallway.

The red haired woman quirked an eyebrow at this and crossed her arms. "And what would that be."

"G.T.S." I said simply.

Both of them looked at me with confusion, and I just smiled widely up at them. "Go to sleep."

With that I supersped behind them both and knocked them out with the clunky handcuffs still on me, making my hits even more effective. "Go to sleep, of course." I shrugged as both hit the floor, then looked at the cell that held Deadpool.

"You know how to get these off?"

Deadpool nodded rapidly so I went to him and opened his cell, showing him my hands. "Get 'em off, please."

"Ooh, you have manners!" He gasped, hands on his cheeks.

Now this bothered me a bit. Why would they take Deadpool's handcuffs off if he was such a threat, but they kept mine on? Was it favoritism?

"Yeah. I know. So, could you please get them off now?" I asked him, only to get a sharp intake of breath as my answer.

"Oh, you see... The thing is... I don't... Technically... know how to... open... that..." He spoke slowly and deliberately, making sure to enunciate his words completely.

My green eyes narrowed in anger at the deception, but before I could start screaming at him for being so useless and mean, he silenced me with a gloved hand on my mouth.

"But I do know where we can find the technology to free you, Ginger! Don't worry, Cinnamon is on the job!"

Before I could even stop him, the insane man had grasped my wrist and dragged me out of the hallway and even deeper into the Avengers Tower. It took a few minutes of glaring at him while he shushed me in a comical manner, but we eventually reached a room that looked a lot like a laboratory.

"Ta-da! I told you I'd find the solution to all our problems!" Deadpool announced, making me shake my head and frown.

If I was anything like this guy no wonder everyone wanted to shut me up at all times. I was annoying!

The lab was breathtaking. I'm man enough to admit it. It was filled with technology I had seen before only in the Watchtower when fleeing from my Uncle or Batman and happened to pass by the 'Off Limit' zones.

But, instead of being able to admire all of the science going on around me, Deadpool ushered me over to a metallic table with a small remote control on it.

The remote was pretty inconspicuous. It was all black, touch screen, and had a small light bulb on top of it. Nothing too crazy about it's design.

"Come on! I'll just point this at you and unlock you!" Deadpool said in a happy tone, most probably happy because he was semi-useful now.

I sighed and nodded dejectedly, raising my arms so he had a clearer view of the handcuffs.

"And boop!"

But things didn't go as planned. Because for the second time today I was pulled into a purple vortex. Unfortunately though, this time I was accompanied by a happy Deadpool that screamed 'Whee like the Little Pigs!' all the way down.

I am really liking this story. So, if you are too, please review.

And if you'd like Cinnamon and Ginger to visit a certain world- like from an anime or an alternate universe- please tell me via review or PM. And have a Merry Christmas, pardners!