It was quite a silent day at 221B Baker Street, which would've been unusual when Sherlock and John were around, but now, it the silence was unbearable for Mrs. Hudson with both her boys away from her. It was almost a solace when the doctor who was a lot like Sherlock came there coincidentally, seeking shelter from the mob.

"All packed for your journey then Dr.. Strange?" she asked as she handed over the package she wanted to give to John. "All packed Mrs. Hudson. Thank you for letting me stay over here. I will convey your wishes to John." Strange said in reply and shouldered his bag on before heading out silently in the early morning, hoping that there wouldn't be a mob behind him, only to find a car waiting for him.

"Get in, this car will take you to the airport." a woman with a blackberry in her hand said. Stephen blinked for a moment before climbing on. "Who are you?" he asked. "Just an acquaintance." she said and turned back to her phone. Strange just dropped the conversation and looked outside the window until they reached the airport.

"Thank you" he said, turning to head inside. "Don't try coming over to London for sometime, it will end up the same way." was all she said before the car took off again. "The people have all gone bonkers." he muttered as he walked into the airport.

Eight hours later

"So... who is this strange visitor who is staying over?" Clint asked. All the Avengers had assembled in the common floor at Tony' beckoning and were curious at this mysterious stranger.

"They will be over any minute. Be patient Legolas." Tony said, rolling his eyes as the elevator pinged and Strange entered the room filled with the curious Avengers.

"Sherlock?" John whispered and made a move to get up when Tony said "Guys, this is Dr. Stephen Strange, and my brother. No questions about that please, it is quite a complicated story." Tony said.

"Though I don't get why a part of London started to go mad and start attacking you." Tony wondered. "I would've been surprised if they hadn't attacked him with the two of them looking so similar. Dr. John Watson, new addition to the team." he said, holding out his hand.

"Good to meet you Dr. Watson. Mrs. Hudson sends in her love and a package and said, I quote 'if you don't call me soon, I will come there myself and deck you in the head'. She is a lifesaver." Strange said, taking his hand.

"You are lucky to have chosen to hide there else..." he thought and shuddered. "I should call her soon and thank her. Hope you didn't scare her much when you barged in there." John said.

"Ok, cut it there. Can you explain what is happening here? Why was there a mob behind Stephen? And how did you know about it John?" Tony asked.

"Not that hard to connect the dots Stark. Your brother looks a lot similar to a particular consulting detective who was famous in London before he committed suicide after people accusing him of being a fraud. So... imagine your brother entering the city where people believe that the "fraud" has returned, not surprising." John said with a shrug.

"Oh! That part huh, gotcha. Then you are lucky to have escaped from there quickly. Clint Barton, Hawkeye. And that over there is Natasha, Steve, Bruce and Thor." he said, quickly pointing towards the respective people.

"Nice to meet you guys. Tony, I hope the room is usable and not like the last time." he said and turned towards the elevator to head back to his room before unpacking.

"So... who is this person so similar to his brother?" Natasha asked. "Not now Natasha, will tell you some other time. My shoulder is acting up right now." John said and moved upstairs.

"Clint?" Steve asked. "Not my place to say. It is quite a sensitive topic for John but he will open up." Clint said curtly and sat down on the couch. The others just let it slide for now and went their own ways.

Meanwhile, John just took out the photo of Sherlock and himself and stared at it, wondering about the times they had together. 'Why did he have to jump?' he thought as he heard a knock. He quickly put the picture down and asked them to come in.

"Mrs. Hudson asked me to give this to you." Stephen said as he gave John the package. "Thanks. I'll convey that you have arrived safely." John said. "What did you think of him? You know, the first time you met him?" Stephen asked out of curiosity.

"It was... confusing." John replied, taking out the picture. "I had just entered a lab with my old friend who said he was going to introduce me to a potential flatmate and the first question he asks is 'Afghanistan or Iraq' and then he talks about playing the violin and long bouts of silence, saying that 'potential flatmates should know about each other.' and then asks me to meet him at the flat he found. When I said that we knew practically nothing about the other, he immediately started deducing facts about me, gave his name and an address and left." John said fondly, fingering the image of Sherlock.

"Did you love him?" Tony suddenly asked from behind, startling the two of them. "No, he was my best friend after... you know, being shot and retired." John said with a sigh.

"Shot?" Strange asked. "Yeah, shot on the shoulder. Nerve damage, my hands shake at times, hence my job as a surgeon is also gone. Blood loss and infection, nearly died on the operation table, they said. I was almost hopeless when I met that man." he said fondly.

"Oh. By any chance, is it Sherlock Holmes from your blog, don't look surprised, I follow that blog. That man was a genius by the way you portray him. You've got quite a following if you hadn't noticed, all supporting Sherlock" Tony said nonchalantly.

"Oh? I haven't visited my blog for quite sometime." John said with a frown. "Well then, we will leave you to your own devices then. Meet you during training." Tony said and left with Strange.

"Better call Mrs. Hudson soon." John said and took out his phone.

At the Bus

Melinda had just landed the Bus sometime ago and everyone were resting inside and Phil was just about to call John when he heard the door open silently. He picked his gun up silently and crept towards the noise, only to notice a hooded figure heading towards the computers. "What do you want?" Phil asked harshly as he unlocked his gun. The figure froze and turned around, the masked face coming into view.

"Asset has to collect information, no killing, only maiming." the figure said and moved forward at lightning speed and knocked out Coulson without any sound before heading to the computers and searched two names - Jim Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes, collecting the required information and silently moved out of the Bus, leaving Coulson on the floor, bleeding slightly.

Somewhere in India

There was an intense chase going on, dodging cars and buildings and trying to avoid hitting the people. "Just this one, then there is only one more place before you can go home, to John." he thought as he chased the group, unaware of the assassin or the truck waiting for him somewhere ahead, not knowing that he was walking into a trap in his hurry to catch them and go home soon.

The masked assassin took his aim and the bullet passed through the person's hand and he stopped and cried out, not noticing the truck that was heading towards him and it hit him head on and he fell, bleeding all over the road, people screaming out in various languages to call the ambulance immediately as crackers started bursting everywhere.

A/N: Another chapter for you folks! I know that this is below par but... I was trying to get in as much as I can when I had some free time. So... any guesses on the mysterious people mentioned in the end, there are 3 of them with no name. Guess who?

I hope you all like the chapter! All comments and criticism accepted and appreciated. What do you suggest will take place in the next chapter?

Thank you all for reading!

Rasi10 signing off

Published on 27 October 2019