Legends of Tomorrow Rise of the Blue Bow

by HeatStormLegends

This is a story about a man named Alex Foxworthy, otherwise known to the public of Star City as the Blue Arrow, but when Nate Heywood comes running into City Hall one day, it all changes for our young hero. Join him on his journey to stopping time criminals everywhere. He is the Blue Bow.

4. Chapter 3: Rescuing The Team

Hi, everyone, it's me, Heatstorm, or Ronnie Stein on discord. This is the 4th chapter for my first story Legends of Tomorrow: Rise of the Blue Bow. If you like it please follow, vote, and comment. I will be making a special chapter called Comic-Con 2016, it will be for you, the readers, to ask me and the cast plus my character, Alex Foxworthy, any questions you might have on the story. Please ask any questions you might have for me in the comment section below and you might see your question answered in the special chapter, if it hasn't already been answered. So without further ado, let's get on with our story. But first, some housekeeping. Jax, take it away.

Jax: I am the chief engineer of the ship the Waverider. But I am also Jefferson Jackson, one half of the nuclear superhero, Firestorm, and me and my teammates don't belong to Heatstorm, But his character Alex does and anything else you might not recognize. Enjoy the chapter.

Alex's POV

We are in the dining area of the kitchen, still sitting out at the only table left standing. Mick is sitting there with his hand on his head, I am sitting with the back of the chair in front of me leaning on the back of the chair in front of me. Nate has his arms folded on the table and Oliver has his folded across his chest. "Okay, there's just one question that you haven't answered." I asked. "Where's Captain Hunter?" Nate said. "I don't know. Must have time-scattered himself like the rest of them. Guess I gotta play hero and find them." Mick said. "Do you even think this ship still flies?" Nate said, looking around the room. "I don't see why not. Fridge works." Mick said, holding his beer bottle in his hand and looking at it. "I don't have time to time travel, but if your team is stuck in history, who better to help find them than a historian?" Oliver motioned to Nate when he told Mick that. Oliver said to Nate, me looking like uhhh, you told me in the bunker that you wanted me to stay, not the bloody historian. "This guy?" Mick and I asked, which made Nate open his mouth like he was going to say something. "Without Dr. Heywood you'd still be in stasis." Oliver said. "Ah. Good point. Library, this way." Mick said pointing, then got up to go to the library, leaving myself, Nate and Oliver there to talk.

"Hey, wait. Time out. This was supposed to be a salvage mission." Nate said. "Yeah, do you expect me to stay and babysit the historian with possibly no training in any fighting styles." I said. "Who are you kidding? You've been waiting your whole life for a chance like this." Oliver said, slapping his back. "Good luck, Alex see you soon, don't worry, your wife will be ok.

Later on the bridge, Mick, myself, and Nate all come walking into the cockpit area to take our seats for takeoff, Mick takes the pilot's seat, and I take the seat to Mick's right at the right end of the console. "Well, I-I did some digging, but I think I finally got a lead on Ray Palmer." Nate said, throwing a magazine down, with the pages opened to an article entitled Jurassic Man: Real or Hoax. Mick pulls the over the shoulder restraint down over his shoulders and I do the same. "Uh-huh." Mick says. "Are you, uh, sure you know how to fly this thing?" Nate asked. "Let's find out." Mick said, touching one of the screens on the console, making the ship turn on for the first time in 74 years. Mick moved the control orb up to make the ship go up, making me and Mick go back in our seats and sends Nate back, holding onto one of the seats in the row behind. "Maybe you should slow down?" Nate suggests, obviously scared. "Maybe you should shut up and strap in." Mick suggests. Nate takes his seat and pulls the restraint down over his shoulders as well. "I can't believe this. We're about to travel through time!" Nate said, very elated about going through time. "Did I tell you about the side effects?" Mick asked, pushing the throttle to make the ship time jump, making Nate's voice shaky. "What side effects?" Nate asked. The ship erupts out of the water, going into the sky to save Ray.

South Dakota, 70 Million Years ago.

Ray is running through a forest in South Dakota, from what seems to be a dinosaur. He is wearing a t-shirt, carrying a sharpened stick as a spear, and has a beard and long hair. His clothes are tattered after being in the place he has been for so long, he is grunting and panting as if out of breath and becoming exhausted. The dinosaur behind him roars, he looks back and exclaims. He jumps over a log and lands on his feet, we see his tennis shoes all tattered. The ground rumbles from the running of the dinosaur. The dinosaur roars. Ray stops and turns around, now at a dead end. Ray raising his makeshift spear, whimpering in terror, thinking maybe I shouldn't have stolen and eaten of the dinosaur's eggs. The dinosaur roars in his face, and Ray whimpers again. Just then a blast of heat comes and hits the dinosaur in the sides, it runs away, roaring in terror. Mick, and myself are standing behind Ray, me with my bow in my hand, and Mick with his heat gun in his hand, then Ray looks behind him and sees us, Mick with his gun up as he had fired some fire at the dinosaur. Mick lowers his gun as soon as Ray starts talking.

"Oh! Mick! Buddy! How'd you find me?" Ray said. "And what am I chopped liver or summat?!" I said. Ray looked at me and said "Hey, Alex, haven't seen you since we were fighting those ghosts." Ray said to me. "Yeah, I know, I came with Mick to help him, Oliver sent me." Alex said. "I didn't." Mick said. Nate groans, having just thrown up from the effects of time travel, luckily for me, it only caused me temporary blindness. "Pretty did." Mick said. "Is he okay?" Ray asks. "Yeah." I said. "Side effects of time travel." Mick said. "Speaking of, you're never gonna believe where the rest of your team ended up." Nate said, walking over from where he was getting sick at wiping his mouth, then Nate throws up, almost on my new damn boots.

Tintangel. England, The Year of Our Queen 821.

Medieval music is playing, and there is a boy king who sighs, saying, "This festival is boring." He says, waving away one of his servants who curtsies and leaves. "Bring me my wizards!" The king says, for now let's call him King Brattingham the First. Stein and Jax coming walking in, wearing cloaks and medieval looking shirts and tights. "My liege, how may we entertain you?" Martin says, as Jax bows. "Do you wish to gaze into my magic mirror, Your Majesty?" Jax says, lifting up his phone, and putting it in King Snotty Brattingham's face. "I grow bored of your tricks." Making Jax and Stein look at each other, like Oh, shit, should we merge. The king snaps his fingers saying, "Off with their heads."

"What?" Martin says. "You little brat." Jax says, as someone grabs him and one of the executioners comes in with his ax. "This is incredible. An actual medieval execution? I never imagined I'd see this with my own eyes." Nate says, like the nerdy dumbass he is, with Mick, Ray and I coming up behind him. "Who Who's that?" Stein asks, in a voice that says, who the fuck is this guy with. "The new guy." Mick says. "New guy! Duck!" Mick says to Nate, I pull my bowstring back, shooting an arrow at the executioner. "Hiyah!" The executioner says bringing his ax down. Then Martin elbows the guy holding him, and Mick punches the executioner who has an arrow in his leg.

The guards pull out their swords ready for the battle that might ensue with this lot. "I'm Dr. Heywood, I heard so much about you." Nate says to Jax. "Hey, how about we get to know each other back on the ship?" Jax says, patting Nate's shoulder as a sign for him to calm down. "Okay." Nate says. "But first we have to find Sara." Ray says

Salem, 1693

It is the height of the Salem Witch Trials and Sara is being led to her execution, Sara gets pushed a couple of times to her execution. "Vile witch! You have corrupted the women of our village!" One of the villagers executing her said. "In my defense, they were happily corrupted." Sara says, pointing a finger gun at one of the girls, making her blush. All the villagers start chanting, "Hang the witch! Hang the witch! Hang the witch! Hang the witch!" Sara grabs a stick from one of the villagers guarding her, and kicks him making him fall, she starts swinging the stick around like her bo staff. People are screaming. "You must be Sara Lance." Nate says, just then Sara swings the stick down at Nate's feet thinking he is the enemy, which literally swept him off his feet. I about started laughing right then and there, it was funny seeing my old friend lay into Nate.

"Oh! whoa, whoa, it's okay. He's with us." Ray said. "Hey, Sara long time, no see." I said. "Hey." She said, blowing some hair out of her face. "Is she always this violent?" Nate said, in a pain filled voice. "Yeah, more or less, you should see her when you insult her girlfriends or her sister." I said.

We are all on the bridge of the Waverider, everyone has changed into civilian clothing. We are all gathered around the console in the middle of the bridge. "I'm sorry, but so far I haven't been able to detect any historical alteration that would indicate Mr. Hunter was stranded in time." Nate said. "Uh, why don't we ask Gideon where he is?" Ray suggested. "Who's Gideon?" Nate asked, obviously not paying attention during Mick's story. "Greetings, Dr. Heywood. I am the ship's artificial consciousness." Gideon said, appearing in her holographic head form. "Gideon, we need you to tell us where Rip is." Sara said. "I'm afraid I have no idea, but I would be happy to play his final message for you all." Gideon said. "Final message?" Ray asked.

Just then, the captain of this vessel came up in his parlor in hologram form. The Legends facing the window of the cockpit turn around to look at the hologram of their dear captain."Sorry for stranding you all throughout history, but it was the only way to save you. Well, you know what they say, Captain must never abandon his ship. Well, neither shall I abandon hope of seeing you all again someday, somewhere in time. As flawed and unruly as you are individually, together you are the best crew, the best team a captain could ever hope for. So stick together. And remember, history is yours now, my dear Legends. Good luck." Rip said, his hologram fritzing out as he finished his last sentence.

We are all now in the parlor of the ship, I just unpacked my bags in Snart's old room, temporarily of course. Mick is on the step with doughnut in his hand, Stein and Ray are standing, and Sara is sitting in one of Rip's chairs. "So, what do we do now?" Ray said. "We drink." Mick said, taking another bite out of his doughnut. "It's not like we were exactly Time Masters, even with Rip." Sara said, with her head in her hand. "But I think he knew that one day we might have to do this without him." Jax said sitting in one of the chairs. "Let's do what Rip said to continue on, if we aren't going to do any missions, I say we go train." I said, as training always cleared my mind. "And we all heard his message. He wanted us to keep going." Ray said. "We have to keep going." Martin said, looking at Ray. "There's a rogue time traveler out there somewhere."

"Yeah, a time nemesis whose idea of fun is helping Damien Darhk and the Nazis blow up New York City." Sara said. "What's to stop them from going back in time and kidnapping Einstein and his ex-wife again?" Ray said. "We can't be everywhere at once." Mick said from the floor, he had a point. "But you can safeguard the Einsteins." Nate said from his position behind me, looking at the timeline display in the parlor. "Safeguard the Einsteins? How?" Martin asks. "By making one slight alteration to history." Nate says.

Columbia University, 1942

Mick, Nate, Professor Stein, and myself go walking up to one of the best scientific minds in this century. We are all wearing suits and hats, like OSS agents wear. Mick flashes out his fake ID, saying, "We'd like to talk to Mr. Einstein. CIA." Mick says. "He means OSS. This is related to the Manhattan Project." Nate says, correcting Mick. "You're headed to Columbia University, right, for the symphony?" Mick said, like the airhead he is, yet he is not the only one in our team. "Symposium." Martin says. "Same thing." Mick said. "Once you're there, we're gonna need you to publicly announce that Miss Mileva Maric has been your silent partner for over 30 years." Nate said. "You see, acknowledgment of Mileva's contributions is the only way to keep her safe." Martin and I said. "Besides, it's the right thing to do. Don't be a jerk." Mick and I said. "Or a womanizer and a pig." I added.

Meanwhile at the symposium, Dr. Einstein is making a speech, about his ex-wife. "Today I want to tell you about a very special woman, my longtime collaborator, Mileva Maric." Albert said. Myself, Mick, Nate and the professor are watching him from the back of the hall. Everyone starts clapping, and Mileva comes on stage to earn her recognition and moment in the limelight. "What does that mean? Krauts won't be able to get to her?" Mick said. "Yes, and then people won't say, "Hey, you're a regular Einstein."" Martin said. "They'll say, "You're like one of the Einsteins." I said, finishing the professor's thought. "That's so crazy. I can't believe we just changed history." Nate said. "Well, no shit Sherlock, we all just did it so believe." I said. "No, Dr. Heywood, we saved it." Martin said, as Mick cracks open some alcohol and drinks it in the background.

No One's POV

On the Nazi sub, one of the Nazi leaders on the ship said to Damien. "You promised no trouble, Herr Darhk." The Nazi said. "And you promised me competency." Damien said in retaliation to his Nazi associate. "Perhaps we'll have better luck with the next bomb." The Nazi suggested. "That's cute, but there won't be a next bomb. You see, my partner wants to move on to other things." Damien said. "But your partner isn't here, is he?" The Nazi said pointing a gun at Damien. Just then a red blur came on board killing every Nazi making them grunt and die. "According to who? Hello, Eobard." Damien said, looking at the Reverse Flash, aka Eobard Thawne. "Mr. Darhk." Eobard says.

Alex's POV

Meanwhile, outside the symposium, the rest of the team is waiting on myself, Mick, Nate and Stein. "Ah, how'd it go with Einstein?" Jax asks the men who went to storm the castle. "Good, until someone gives the Confederate Army machine guns or breaks Mozart's fingers, or…." Nate said, still being a dumbass. "One aberration at a time." Martin said. "Hey, remember that thing that I said before about you being a…."I heard Sara say to Ray. "Billionaire Boy Scout? You weren't all wrong." Ray said back. "Yeah, but you're more than that." Sara said, being sweet. "Thanks. And we'll get justice for Laurel, Sara, promise." Ray said. What do you guys say we get outta 1942?" Sara says. Just then, a gun gets cocked behind us, making us turn around, which made me take out my bow and deactivate the holoprojector on my suit.

"Not until you answer a few questions." A man in a weird supersuit said, that looked very patriotic. "We're the Justice Society of America." A woman of color says in a leopard print looking suit. "And you're coming with us." Another man in color says. A man with shadows shrouding him walks in, then a girl in a star-spangled leotard flies down.

I hope you guys loved that chapter, all right. I have one thing to tell you, one of our big bads will be a Prometheus like character named Saracon, you can ask questions about him, my character's relatives and anything else you might want to ask in the comment section below. What did everyone think of that epic conclusion to the chapter, What will happen to our Legends? Why is a dead man alive again? Why is there a hologram projector in Alex's suit? All these questions and more will be answered next time, on Legends: Rise of the Blue Bow. Until next time, this is Heatstorm, signing off.