Hello! All you guys have been so nice!

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Raychaell Dionzeros: Yay! I'm so glad that you like it! And yes, i was surprised that there were no other xovers for this catagory.

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edboy4926: Glad that you like it. And, yeah, I wanted Steve to be in it. And who say's Andrew isn't going to come back *gives evil grin

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Steve flew out of the graveyard and into the city, making sure to stay out of sight. Seriously, if someone saw him and recognized him as the dead kid, there would be a lot of questions. Not to mention having to face his parents. Yikes.

What he saw when he arrived surprised him. There was a huge hole in the side of the hospital, covered by clear plastic tarps, as well as other damaged buildings. There were also huge cracks and craters in the road and in the pavement all around.

"What the hell happened here?" Steve muttered to himself.

Making sure that no one could see him, he landed behind a building. He was about to step out from behind it, when he realized something: he was still wearing his death suit. It would draw attention to him like a flashing neon light. Instead, feeling somewhat guilty, he managed to get a pair of gray sweats and a dark blue hoodie, both with the words 'I 3 Seattle' on them, from a little tourist shop that was currently empty. Okay… now he just had to find somewhere where he could change clothes.

After a while, he decided that it would probably be best to fly away from the city, maybe find a gas station or something. He didn't quite know how long he flew, but he definitely wasn't in Seattle anymore. Hell, he might not even be in Washington anymore. He was flying over a forest full of tall pine trees, and there was some fog around him, making it difficult to make out any identifying landmarks.

Steve finally found a gas station to change in, and after he changed his clothes, he was able to throw his suit into a dumpster. Well, now that that was taken care of, he needed to find Matt and Andrew…

Great. This should be easy. Not.

Matt decided that he hated Puerto Rico. Why, you ask? Well, because he had been reading about strange glowing alien rocks - you'd be surprised at how few accounts there were - and had gotten a lead that had sent him to Puerto Rico. The weather was way too hot, especially compared to the cold of Tibet. He figured that it would just take some getting used too. That was before the mosquitoes.

Oh, the mosquitoes! They were awful; biting him at every moment, making his skin itch. He vaguely wondered why his mental shield wasn't working. I mean, if it could stop and bend a metal fork, then surely it could stop a few measly little insects, right? Apparently not. Dang it.

And to top it all off, Matt was pretty sure someone was having him followed. He had seen a man with dark blonde hair and sun glasses a couple of times today, and a pretty red headed women once about a week ago. They were probably following him because they thought he was dangerous, he mused to himself. Well, he didn't blame them, after all that stuff that went on with Andrew. He wasn't quite sure if they were working for the government, or if they were their own little thing, but he really didn't feel like finding out quite yet. He had more pressing matters at hand.

"Got visual on Garrety," Clint said quietly into his hidden microphone.

"What's he doing?" came Natasha's voice through the ear-piece.

"Well, nothing, really. He's walking. I think he saw me a couple of times, though."

"Clint, you idiot! We are master assassins, how the hell did he manage to see you?" Natasha yelled at him.

"Do you want to hear my theory?"

"Not particularly, no, but I suspect that you're going to inform me anyway, aren't you?"

"Mmm, you know me so well, Tasha. Anyway, he must have heightened senses or something, because I am on super-stealth mode. I'm not even shooting anyone, I shouldn't draw attention!" Clint said.

"Well, don't draw attention, Clint, or this entire thing will be pointless, got it?" Natasha said, clearly annoyed. "If we mess this up, Fury will put Stark on the case."

"Why not just have Banner talk to the kid," Clint asked, "I mean, he knows what it's like to be considered a dangerous monster, doesn't he?"

"You're getting off track, Clint. Just… follow the kid."

"Uh, about that…"

"You lost him, didn't you?"

"No, no, not lost, just, uh, lost sight of him."

"Urgh, you are worse than Stark!"

Clint was about to retort, but suddenly a voice came from behind him, "Who are you and why are you following me?"

Meanwhile, in Seattle, the burned body of Andrew Detmer disappeared from the morgue.

So it's a little shorter than what I wanted it to be (778 words without the authors notes) but I really wanted to get it out before my last day of school, which is tomorrow. Enjoy, and R&R!

~Es