"I really wouldn't do that if I were you." Oliver said forcefully, grabbing the handles to his duffel bag.
"I really think that I do." The one named Clint responded cockily. He pulled the bag out of Oliver's hand and ignored the fiery glare that he gave him. Clint unzipped the bag slowly. "Well well well, what do we have here?" He asked curiously as he pulled out Oliver's bow and extended it. "What do you know? Another archer?" He said sarcasm thick in his voice as he climbed back into the Quinjet, returning neither the bow nor the bag.
Steve shot Oliver a curious glaze.
"It's a long story." Was all Oliver was willing to saw.
Steve nodded and motioned to the red haired one, Natasha, who grabbed Diggle's bag and followed Clint back into the Quinjet. Then Oliver and John followed, the one dressed in red and Steve bringing up the rear.
Once inside, Oliver and John took seats on the right side, Steve, Clint and the scarlet one on the right. Natasha took the helm, and they took off vertically, followed by a lurch as they started flying. Clint was busy examining the bow, and the scarlet-clad woman unzipped Diggle's bag and pulled out John's Spartan Mask.
"This yours?" She asked, her thick Sokovian accent clearly evident.
"Yeah, that's mine." John said monotonously. "Who are you by the way?" He responded aggressively.
"Wanda Maximoff." She replied curtly.
"So, who did you two say you are?" Steve interjected, a slight hint of curiosity cutting through his question.
"I'm Oliver Queen, this is my close friend John Diggle." Oliver explained once again, trying to figure out exactly how to play their new situation to their advantage.
"You guys part of some fan club or something?" Clint asked without looking up.
"No, we're just-" Oliver began.
"We're heroes." Diggle interrupted. He was tired of playing into Oliver's mind game, and he desperately wanted to get home.
Oliver shot his close friend a questioning look. Why give up their identity?
"Heroes." Steve repeated, mulling the thought over in his head.
"We're here." Natasha said as she flipped various switches in the open cockpit. Oliver noted the slight hint of Russian accent.
"Alright you two, let's go." Steve finally said as he stood up and motioned for the two to stand.
/
"Heroes." Tony mulled over as he popped a handful of peanuts into his mouth and chewed loudly.
"That's what I said." Diggle said sarcastically from his new seat. "And you had to cuff us man?" He continued, angry.
"I don't trust you." Was all Tony responded. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., scam again please." He said and held out his phone at the cuffed pair.
"Right away boss." A disembodied voice responded. "Scans show trace amounts of other world radiation. These two were the source of the sensor trip." The voice concluded.
"So spill." Tony sat across from them, chair backwards. The other Avengers were standing or sitting around the room, including vision. The two captives exchanged glances before Oliver spoke up.m
"We are heroes from what we assume to be another universe." Oliver explained. The theory seemed to be the best they had, or rather, all they had. There was no record of them, their friends, or their city here. Barry had already been to other Earths, it was plausible Darhk had transported them here. Wherever here was.
"I don't buy it." Tony responded. "Call me old fashioned, but that's even far fetched for me.
"Tony, it isn't that far fetched. They have traces of the same energy from the Tesseract portal, and there is no record of them ever existing."
"I can see in their minds, they are not lying." The British voice emanated from the odd-looking one called Vision.
Tony grumbled, clearly frustrated. "So you're heroes from another universe. Tell me, you guys have Narnia where you're from?" Tony asked, poking fun at the irony of the situation. Clint laughed.
"Somethin funny?" Diggle shot, annoyed.
"It's just rather funny, heroes from another world, greater powers, it's kinda surreal." He joked.
"Yeah, well it's losing its hilarity fast." Diggle countered dryly. He glanced over to his partner.
"I agree." Oliver said forcefully and stood, free of his cuffs.
The whole room, minus Diggle, visibly jumped in surprise. "What!? How did you-" Sam began.
"A magician once told me never to reveal my secrets." Oliver commented before fidgeting with his friends cuffs, setting him free as well.
Tony seemed utterly disinterested in the entire situation. Distracted, almost. "I'm pretty sure that isn't how that line goes." He trailed off as the pair bolted out the door, most of the Avengers in pursuit. Even though they had a head start, Steve caught up with Diggle with considerably little effort and tackled him to the ground. Wanda took care of Oliver. Within seconds the vigilante was floating in midair, frozen.
"You just had to run, didn't you?" Steve asked as he cuffed Dig up again. "I really wanted to trust you two." He said sadly.
"Well I'm sorry we didn't take kindly to being cuffed and interrogated." Diggle shot back.
"Take them away." Steve muttered as the security staff closed in.
/
So, what exactly are we going to do with them?" Steve asked once the pair was detained and locked up. "I don't like the idea of locking them up here, they didn't do anything wrong."
"We don't know that for sure." Tony replied skeptically. His personal experience with the Chitauri and their portal had put him on edge.
"As I said before, their minds were free of lies." Vision interjected, who hadn't said much this whole ordeal.
"Why don't you do a full body scan, see if they really are human?" Natasha suggested, trying to quell the argument. They didn't want a war, especially when they were possibly facing another alien invasion.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Tony asked.
"Already done boss." The disembodied A.I. responded. "They both are indeed human, and they have sufficient representation that suggests they are telling the truth."
"Elaborate, come on." Tony complained, growing impatient.
"The one named John Diggle has several bullet wounds and shows signs of some serious bruising in the past. The other, Oliver Queen, is covered in about 85% scar tissue and bullet wounds, and supports some interesting tattoos." The A.I. went on, displaying Oliver's tattoos.
Sam whistled. "Damn."
Natasha perked up upon seeing a particular tattoo. "I know that one. It's Bratva, Russian mafia." She crossed her arms, both impressed and surprised.
"So all evidence points to them telling the truth." Steve declared. "That's all I need to hear." He finished and walked out, flanked by Sam and Natasha. Once they reached the detention center,master motioned for the guards to leave. "I'm really sorry about all of this." He began as he uncuffed them. "We kind of had an alien invasion recently, same energy as whatever teleported you here." He explained.
"That's reasonable." Oliver replied, trying not to make too many enemies.
"так что я слышал, что вы Солнцевская братва" Natasha said calmly to Oliver.
"Капитан , но это был другой меня" he replied fluently, surprising both Steve and Sam.
Natasha just nodded.
"Well now that that's over, Im Sam, they call me Falcon.
"You were the uh, the one with the wings?" John asked, standing.
"That's me." Sam replied, and shook John's hand firmly, smiling.
"You gotta tell me where I can find one of those." Diggle laughed as he returned the handshake.
"And I'm Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America." Steve introduced modestly.
Oliver stifled a laugh, Diggle wasn't so good. "I'm sorry, who?" He managed as he laughed.
"Captain America. I'm a super soldier from World War Two." He grinned showing off his perfect teeth.
Oliver paled at that statement. John reacted similarly. Flashbacks of Slade Wilson flashed in both their minds, bringing back terrible memories.
"You ok?" Steve asked, waving his hand in front of Oliver's face, concerned.
John spoke for his shocked ally. "Not particularly. A few years ago we had a run in with an old adversary of Oliver's, back from when he was stranded on Lian Yu. Dude was raided up on WWII super serum, and was psycho. Killed his mom, and almost the entire city." He explained. John visibly shuddered.
Steve backed off. "I'm sorry about that. But that isn't me, I swear."
"I get that, it's just...a raw topic for him especially." John explained as he squeezed Oliver on the shoulder, willing him back to the present. "So how long are you going to hold us here?" He asked somewhat aggressively.
"Well, you are free to leave, but I have a proposition for you." Steve said standing in front of the door.
"And what would that be?" Oliver asked, sweating from his relieved hell.
"I was going to ask if either of you wanted to work with the Avengers."
Hey guys!
thanks for reading the second chapter, sorry this took so long. I've had a lot on my plate recently, so I'm thinking of a weekly-ish posting schedule. As for the introduction of new characters, I don't think I'll throw in any other DC characters until their seasons end, that way the arcs are finished and I don't have to worry about new details and such. As always, comments, suggestions, critiques, and reviews are more than welcome.
until next time,
LeoValdez17
