CLEARING THINGS UP: The Tenrou Team might not be the same as it will eventually be in Ripples, but for now, at least, Gildarts and Ur stayed behind because they have families, and Elle warned them about the time skip. Wendy, Sting, Rogue, Yukino and Rufus stayed back because they're barely twelve. Since this was not the S-Class trials, but SS-Class trials (yes, everyone on the list is S-Class or above) Wendy was not invited. If they needed healing done, Elle's become pretty proficient with Saturn's Healing Winds and Lucy still has Phoenix. That is all.

But people die all the time. So we'll be getting other people popping up all over the place. Eventually.

Also, this is only counting the singular MCU – nothing co-owned, so no X-Men, Fantastic Four, Deadpool, etc. Sorry. Most of it will follow Elle and Tony for now, but as they meet up with other pairs of people, you'll get to see how their journeys went. Just a heads up!

Also this chapter was getting way too long, so Elle's explanations are going to take several chapters. I figured you'd want something more for now.

Chapter Two - Tony, Part One

...So buses suck.

I'm sure that I must have taken a bus once or twice in my first life, but I don't remember it.

I couldn't exactly take a plane (no ID) and I didn't want to steal a car because, again (no ID).

So I got on a bus.

And GOD I was bored out of my fucking mind.

There were so many stops! And this was with me already being in the right place, give or take (I mean I'm still in California, so it's the right state. But it's a big state).

Originally, I did this because I wanted to plan things out.

After a few stops though, I gave up and took the easy way out: teleportation!

I figured that on the bus ride I could go through the things in my Requip space and also write down some notes, try to get my thoughts together.

But it took us ten minutes for three stops, and I thought, Yeah, no.

So I teleported directly in front of Tony's Malibu house instead.

If I could whistle, I would've.

It was a niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice house.

(I mean Tony's rich, so duh, but still. Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice).

And now for the hard part.

I walked up to the door and rang the bell, trying not to stare into the house through the glass panels.

Now, I didn't know if Tony was actually here (he might've been in D.C. at the Senate meeting, I was pretty vague on when I wanted us to jump in the timeline, just post-palladium poisoning and pre-Natalie Rushman) but at the very least, JARVIS was here.

There was silence, and so I rang again and cleared my throat.

"Alright, so I dunno if Tony's home, but that's fine. JARVIS, it's a super long story and I know you probably don't trust me because, boom, random stranger out of nowhere (I don't blame you) but I know how to fix the palladium poisoning."

There was a moment of silence before the glass door automatically slid open.

"Please enter," JARVIS said.

I took several steps forward and entered the living room, where Tony lay out on a couch. He stared at me for several seconds before standing up and approaching me, and I realized we were around the same height (if anything, I was slightly taller). "How do you know about the palladium poisoning?" he asked, coming up to me.

"It's a long story," I told him. "And we may want to sit down. And if you don't want me to stay in the house we can sit on the steps or something."

He waved off the worries and sat back down.

"How long of a story?" he asked.

"Longer than Harry Potter," I told him.

"I'm not quite sure I know what that means," he stared at me.

"Yes, you do," I said.

"Alright, yeah I do," he conceded, tilting his head. "Sit down."

"Sir, I really must protest-" JARVIS started saying.

"Nahhhhhhhhh, it's fine." Tony waved it off. "What's the worst that can happen?"

I facepalmed, and I get the feeling JARVIS would be doing the same if he had a face. Or a palm.

Well, if he had both, because you can't really facepalm with only one of those.

I sat down across from Tony, who got up and went to his bar to start pouring alcohol.

"So what's this about my palladium poisoning?" Tony asked. "Want some?" he raised the bottle.

"No thank you. Before we get to the poisoning, let me tell you a story," I said. "Also, you're dying of palladium poisoning, Tony, put away the alcohol. Drink some of your chlorophyll or whatever."

He scowled at me but put the drink down anyway, which kinda surprised me.

Still, I'll take what I can get.

He sat back down across from me on the opposite side of the couch, and I looked at him.

He stared at me.

"I'm going to tell you the whole story, alright?" I told him. "Which is saying a lot, because I don't think I've ever told anyone the whole story, even my husband."

It was true. There were still things that I just didn't have the heart to tell Laxus.

Well, I might not explain the Civil War too in depth to Tony.

"You're married?" he asked.

I nodded, holding up my ring finger.

"Why isn't it a diamond?" he asked.

I pointed to the matching necklace. "He picked this out for me when we were children. Said it kinda matched the color of my eyes. So he got a matching ring."

I looked down at it and smiled, before looking back up. "Where were we?"

"How old are you?" he asked, taking another gulp of his chlorophyll.

"What day is it?"

"April 26th."

"Physically, I'm twenty." God had de-aged us all several months so our birthdays would still line up. Which means I wouldn't become twenty one again for a few more days.

He paused his drinking. "Physically?"

I nodded.

He put down his bottle and crossed his arms. "Alright, you've got me interested. I'll admit. It's not everyday that a random girl appears on my doorstep with knowledge of not only something most people don't know, but also knowledge of how to fix it, which I don't know. In addition to that, she's divided her age between physically and another way, and she also doesn't match any facial recognition."

"That's because I'm not in the system," I told him.

"It should be impossible," he told me. "You don't exist anywhere and the only record of you ever on camera started this morning."

I raised my eyebrows. "J.A.R.V.I.S., you got that all while I was waiting at the door? Impressive."

"Technically, it was me who did it, seeing as I built J.A.R.V.I.S…" Tony started, but I rolled my eyes and interrupted him.

"I'm not from around here," I told him.

"What, like an alien?" he asked.

"No, that'll be a few weeks from now," I told him.

He laughed, before he realized I wasn't and that I was completely straight-faced.

"You're serious?" he asked.

I nodded. "Up until now, since you've joined in on the 'heroing' business, everything has still been in the realm of science that you can understand. But it won't be for long. Soon you'll be getting aliens, gods, sorcerers; all sorts of different things."

"And what about you then?" he asked.

"I'm from another dimension," I said. "Here's how my first life went-"

"First life?" Tony asked.

I nodded. "In my first universe, I was dumped on an orphanage as a child. The ladies there named me 'Eleanor Rigby' and don't you dare fucking laugh."

"Why that name?" he asked, but he didn't laugh.

"Eleanor after the Roosevelt," I said. "Rigby because another one liked the song. I didn't even know where it came from until I was seven or eight."

"So…" I continued. "I grew up in an orphanage for the most part. A bunch of complicated shit happens, but basically, I ran away and lived in an abandoned apartment building when I was twelve and got a job. Up until the day I died."

"Died?" he asked.

"Died," I nodded. "And then I met God."

"You're shitting me," Tony deadpanned.

"I'm not," I said, shaking my head. "I was nineteen years old, and I accidentally cursed in front of God. So shameful. But she was nice."

"She?" Tony asked.

"God took the form she thought would be most reassuring to me, and then asked me what I wanted to do now that I was dead. She asks everyone this. Some people get reborn, some choose to move on, some choose to wait…but I had no reason for any of that. I was alone. I had no friends or family in my first life and I wanted that, I wanted a family, so badly. So I asked a different sort of question."

Tony waited.

"I asked about the multiverse theory," I said. "And she said it was true."

"So you went to a different universe?" he asked.

"I went to a fictional universe," I corrected. "After a series of negotiation I woke up in a world from a story I really loved, called 'Fairy Tail'."

"Fairy Tale?" Tony asked.

I shook my head. "I'll explain more on that later. But I went into that universe, and I went with my memories intact. And I changed things."

"By how much?" Tony asked.

"A lot," I admitted. "There were some things out of my control, which happened anyway. But I use my foreknowledge to save as many people as possible."

"But what about that timeline?" Tony asked.

"I didn't really care about the timeline," I said honestly. "From the second I entered the universe, it split off from the original universe. I could make as many changes as I wanted, because it was a new timeline. It would be like any normal action I would take, but sometimes I knew people's plans before they even thought them up, and that's what majorly gave everyone an advantage."

I paused, and Tony let me, even though I'm sure he wanted to bombard me with questions.

"I had selfish reasons for going there," I said. "I told myself it was because I wanted everyone to have a happier story. And in part, it was the truth. I had gotten attached to everyone and wanted them to have a happy ending. But I wanted someone to care for me they way they cared for each other, and I wanted someone to care for, period."

Tony was quiet, and I took a deep breath. "There's a lot of things that happened in that dimension. In it, I was de-aged to nine, so I'm actually ten years older than I look. And then, when not too long ago, me and a bunch of the rest of my family…didn't make it out."

Tony paused. "This is a fictional universe, isn't it? Or at least it's considered one from another universe."

"Yes," I told him. "But it's more complicated than that. And I'm saying that because of 'Free Will'. In my last universe, the rest of my family knew that I was from a place that considered their universe fictional. They didn't care. The way the universe is structured, there is such a thing as free will; the choices you make are part of your characteristics. It's because of who you are, that the choices are made, not because someone forced you to."

"Alright…" he said slowly.

I nodded. "We've diverged from this original timeline already. Things will change now, but a lot of things will stay the same, because you guys are still the same people at heart, and still have the same characteristics."

"So why did you come here, then-?" Tony asked.

"Because I care about you, idiot," I interrupted him. "I know my story was complicated and a bit convoluted, but I thought I got at least that point across."

He was quiet.

"In comparison to other universes, we decided that this would be the best one. It was a universe where we could be happy, we could help other people be happy, and we had the biggest chance of getting as many people to live as possible."

"What do you mean?" Tony asked.

I shrugged. "Well, we considered Harry Potter, too, along with a few others. But we chose here for a reason, Tony. I'm not the only one who cares about you."

"You keep saying 'we'," Tony said. "Where's the rest of your family, then?"

"God made us divide into pairs," I said. "So we did. We had an odd number, so I chose to go alone, especially since I've already done this before. Everyone else is off on their own missions, trying to minimize damage and speed up parts of the timeline a bit."

"And you came to me," he said.

I nodded. "And I came to you, because I've care about you a lot, and because you're in the best position to help with some things. Because even if you don't really believe me about everything, there are still some things you should know."

"Because of the way the timeline originally went?"

I nodded.

He paused and stared at me. "JARVIS, give Eleanor-"

"Elle, please."

"-Give Elle Beta Access."

"Sir, I must protest-" JARVIS started.

"It's fine!" Tony waved it off. "I don't know why, but I trust you."

"I'm pretty sure that's just the heavy metal poisoning," I pointed out. "It's been awhile since I had access to the internet, though, so I'm not entirely sure what your symptoms are."

"You didn't have internet connection in your last dimension?" Tony gasped scandalously. "Where were you, Hell?" He paused. "Oh God, you were in Hell. You're from Hell! JARVIS does this mean I'm consorting with demons now!"

"See, this is what I meant," I told him. "So for now, how about we work on getting rid of the palladium poisoning?"

Tony stared at me. "Alright, and how exactly do we do that? I've tried every possible combination and permutation known to man, and I've got nothing."

"That's because it's not known to man," I told him. "It's an element that your father found."

He raised his eyebrows. "Howard?"

"Yeah," I said. "It doesn't occur in nature, so it has to be synthesized. And he couldn't do it with what he had access to. I'm not sure how to make the element, but I can tell you how to find its atomic structure."

"And how exactly do I do that?" he asked.

Tony made a few phone calls and arranged for the model of the Stark Expo to be delivered, before he sat back down across from me.

"Okay, so what else do I need to know?" he said.

"Before we get started on this universe, I should tell you a bit more about my last one," I said.

He nodded. "Seems reasonable."

"Alright, so it didn't exactly take place around now," I started. "It took place in the 700s, though they were able to get away with a lot of pseudo-technology through things called 'lacrimas'. Lacrimas run on magic."

"Magic?" he deadpanned.

"Magic," I repeated. "And yes, you can play with some stuff later but story time first."

He brightened at that.

"We had these 'guilds', and they functioned normally for the most part. But there were also magic guilds, where wizards could gather and find work. One of these guilds functioned a bit differently than the rest, and that was Fairy Tail."

"Fairy Tale?"

I shook my head. "Fairy Tail, T-A-I-L. The guild was created by a girl named Mavis Vermillion, who was obsessed with fairies, and she grew up with an adage on whether or not fairies have tails."

"Fairies don't have tails," Tony pointed out. "At least not according to any sort of legend that I can remember."

"The point isn't really the question, it's the nature of the question; it's alright that you don't know, because this gives you a chance to find out. It's an endless adventure."

"Okay…" he trailed off.

"We also had these things called 'guild marks' which were symbols that identified whether or not we belonged to a guild," I stood up and turned around so he could see the one on my back. "This is the guild mark for Fairy Tail. Just in case you run into any of the other idiots, and they mention stuff about fairies and tails and endless adventures. Though you'll probably get your attention drawn to them by the stupid shit they do. And the magic."

"Stupid shit?" he asked.

I nodded. "Also, expect puns. Gray, an Ice Wizard, uses so many fucking puns that I'm immune to them now. I don't even really notice them anymore. To explain more in depth on our craziness, though, I'll use him as an example."

"…Okay?" Tony asked, waiting.

"Gray strips."

"…Huh?"

"When he was first taught Ice Magic, he was told to strip and become more attuned to the cold. He does it naturally now, doesn't even realize his clothes are coming off, half the time."

"…Okay then," Tony said, his face a mix between amused and exasperated. "So, I have two questions."

"Shoot."

"One: is that your natural hair color?"

"Yes, yes it is," I told him. "Most of us have hair color that doesn't correlate with normal hair. I think, of our group, we have two blondes, two brunettes, and three with black hair."

"No redheads?" Tony asked.

I snorted. "Kinda. Their hair is read, but I'm not sure they could really pass for natural. Erik has a mix between chestnut and maroon hair, and Erza…well, lets just say there's a reason she goes by Erza Scarlet."

"Okay. Second question: are their different types of magic, and can you only learn one, or what?"

"Oh, this one is a bit complicated," I said. "JARVIS, you might want to take notes."

"Understood, Miss Rigby."

"Mrs. Dreyar, please," I corrected. "I did get married in my last life."

"Is your husband here, too?"

I nodded. "Yep. He'll probably end up meeting up with Dr. Bruce Banner and Dr. Betty Ross in a few days now."

Tony's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yep; but more on that later. You'll meet them soon enough. So…magic."

So they've met each other! Next chapter should be up in a few days, hopefully. Also, do you guys prefer JARVIS or J.A.R.V.I.S., SHIELD or S.H.I.E.L.D.?