AN: It begins.

-I just want to add something here: Yes, I did use some of the script from the movie. I watched scenes side by side while I wrote so I could tweak things here and there and stay true to the plot, since its been awhile since I watched it. I'm sorry if it's too copy-and-paste for you, but I really did try to make this an original product. Having said that, I hope you enjoy :)

Additional tags: Language, Multiple POVs, Minor Plot Changes

Not so serious tags: Loki being smug, I wish I had written more Thor, and Bruce please put a shirt on.

Fair Warning: I haven't done many action scenes... like, at all. I tried my best, but I am aware that they are probably not that great. Still, it was great learning experience, and I do want to say I'm actually quite proud of this little story. It the first complete FF7xMarvel crossover that I'm aware of, which is strange considering there's so many ways the two worlds could mesh together.

Edited: 7/26/20 Most, if not all grammatical mistakes should be taken care of.

Bullets whizzed past Cloud's face, nearly deafening to his enhanced senses, but he was far too used to such noise to let it bother him. The glistening golden sand beneath the bike's black tires was slippery, almost abnormally so, and the dry air scratched his throat if he breathed too deeply. Still, Cloud refused to ruminate on the miserable climate (despite the memories of home it brought up) and kept his mind focused on one thing: His mission.

Working for the government of this world, while humiliating and frankly, annoying, at least helped him scour the globe for ways home. Truthfully, Cloud wanted little more than to see his friends again, but he was more than lost on ways to do so. He was forced to rely on S.H.I.E.L.D., which had to be one of the sketchiest organizations other than Shinra that Cloud had had the displeasure of meeting. S.H.I.E.L.D. was one of the most powerful organizations on this planet, it seemed, and as such they had access to information the public didn't. Cloud was no stranger to corruption in the system, and it seemed to him that any organization that allowed human experimentation (no, he hadn't forgotten that condition they had tried to force him into) was about as trustworthy as Rufus Shinra himself. Although they paid for many of his things, such as his apartment and clothing, Cloud refused to eat anything they offered him. When he could, he always bought his own food, and when he couldn't, such as this mission, well… Tifa could scold him later.

As another bullet nearly skimmed across his face, Cloud sighed internally. He really needed to work on paying attention. The barricades were fast approaching in front of him, soldiers crouched behind them, hoping for a lucky shot. There was no such thing with Cloud. He revved the engine of the motorbike, gunning for a gap in the sandbags lines up in front of him. He pulled on the handlebars with one hand, hard, and swung a piece of Tsurugi in front of him. The sandbags, slashed wide open, vomited a dusty brown dirt onto the golden grains below. Cloud plowed through the defenses, scaring the soldiers behind them into a screaming frenzy as they tried to ready their weapons in time. He swung at a couple to keep them away from the bike, slicing through the rifles as though they were butter. Still, he kept his eyes on the base in front of him, speeding up and zigzagging to avoid any more bullets.

The entrance quickly approached, a black yawning hole, seemingly out of place on the wooden building. Cloud glanced behind him to make sure the soldiers were far away, then slowed down and dismounted the motorbike. He carefully parked it next to the entrance and assembled First Tsurugi into it's true form. Cloud assumed an offensive stance and crept into the gloom. The air was somehow cool despite the arid weather behind him, which only led to make him more weary. It was as though he were entering a dungeon.

Cloud continued straight, keeping his goal in mind. S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent him here for one thing and one thing only. Cloud slowly walked throughout the whole base, increasing his pace frequently, but something was wrong. For some reason it appeared the base was almost completely devoid of security.

Are the men outside really their entire force? Cloud suddenly slowed from his light jog, placing his boots down lightly so as to not make noise in the echo-prone hallways. His ears picked up the discrete whispers of men, a few doors down the corridor. He was soon close enough to hear their conversation. Unfortunately for them, he didn't care enough to keep listening. Quickly and quietly, he snuck into the room and knocked them all out with the hilt and sometimes flat of his blade. Cloud dragged them all into a groaning pile and glanced around, looking for the documents he was sent to get.

There. Sitting innocently on the table was a manilla folder that was supposedly of utmost importance to S.H.I.E.L.D. Personally, Cloud suspected they had only sent him out here to get him out of the way. Nothing had come up so far regarding the "Avengers" Fury had mentioned, and Cloud's citizenship documents were still processing, so he had been staying at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters until he was a legal resident of "America", able purchase a place of his own. Not that he planned on staying in this world long enough for that to happen. Shaking his head, he scooped up the documents and headed back outside.

The soldiers he had left outside were gone by the time Cloud emerged. He didn't know where they went, and he didn't care, so long as they stayed out of the way. He clicked on the walkie-talkie radio clipped onto the motorbike they had lent him (which had nothing on Fenrir, in his opinion).

"Strife reporting in. Mission objective obtained. Returning to base. Requesting pick up." He said.

Silence.

What's going on? He wondered, staring at the black radio curiously. "Strife reporting in. Mission objective obtained. Returning to base. Requesting pickup."

Silence again. Cloud huffed in irritation and ran a hand through his windblown hair, which had unfortunately picked up copious amounts of soil and sand from his trip over. The midday sun beat down on his neck, and if he wasn't out of here soon he would get sunburn.

This sucks. He tried once more, with the same result. Maybe they're busy… But they had been keeping a close eye on him the past few weeks. There was virtually no reason for them to suddenly ignore him. Unless there's trouble at base… Shit, I left my Materia there! Cloud groaned.

"Perfect," he grunted sourly, annoyed at the whole situation. He resigned himself to going back to base by motorbike (maybe he could hitch a ride in town?) and swung his leg over the seat, revving the engine. He replaced the pair of borrowed goggles over his eyes and drove off, kicking up a storm of dust as he went.