A/N
Hey guys! Sorry I've been gone for so long. I got extremly busy between exams and a lot of personal stuff that had been happening, but I'm back! Special thanks to CainVulSore for helpful insight on characters. See you next time!
"The what?" Diggle asked, obviously confused.
"The Avengers. It's what we call this motley crew of heroes." Steve explained, beaming. He was proud of what they'd accomplished here.
Diggle was about to speak, but Oliver cut him off. "As much as we'd like to join your league of Super-Friends, we have a world that very much needs us getting back to." Oliver said loudly. His worry was taking over, for Thea and Felicity, and anxiousness. "Every minute we spend here is time that Damien Darhk murders more innocent people, and steps closer to genocide." The madman had already set off one nuke. Without Diggle and himself running interference, it was unlikely that Thea And Felicity could stop another attack, even with help.
"Right away, let me go dig out our inter-dimensional portal from the basement." Clint responded sarcastically. "Oh wai-" he continued, but was cut off by the Captain.
"I understand that you need to get back to the people you love, believe me." Steve said. "I've been locked out of my time and my loved ones ever since they dug me up. So believe me, I get it." Steve said, his temper heating and voice raising. He paused a moment to check his emotions. "The point is, until we can figure out how to fling you back to wherever you came from, you can't do anything about your situation. So, I was proposing that you lend us a hand while we have our people work on getting you home." He concluded, taking a breath once he stopped speaking.
John and Oliver exchanged looks for a solid minute, debating their options. Steve deduced they had been working together for some time, to develop a way to communicate like that. Finally, they turned back to the Captain America.
"We will help you for now, but as soon as we can go home-"
"You'll go home. I get it." Steve finished his sentence and extended his hand to shake. Each man shook firmly, cementing their new partnership.
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"I'd suggest you two read up on important events and people from here." Sam suggested as he led them down several hallways to the avengers main living room at the complex. They both were given tablets with 'Stark' logos on them.
"This Stark dude seems very 'Ray Palmer'" Diggle said chuckling. "Company, fancy tech, and a flying supersuit."
"My thoughts as well." Oliver responded, paying more attention to their surroundings than the conversation. Casing their environment, gauging their forces, all things his instincts had drilled into his core.
"Who?" Sam asked,mourning to look at the pair as they arrived in the dining room. Vision was in the kitchen fixing a mean, but only Steve, Wanda, and Natasha were present. Tony and Clint were nowhere to be seen.
"Billionaire tech dude, built a supersuit and sort of stole Ollie's girl for a short time." Diggle said, receiving a glare from Oliver, which he ignored. "Currently off on a mission to save the world on a time machine." Diggle finished.
"Like Doctor Who?" Sam asked, cocking a smile.
"Sure." Diggle responded, grinning.
"It seems you're in luck, you seem to be having trouble with a nefarious organization dabbling in the supernatural. We were just dealing with the exact same thing." Oliver commented as he read up on Hydra.
"And how was that goin for ya?" Sam asked, taking a sip of a glass of bourbon he had just poured himself.
"Fair point." Diggle said, and grabbed himself his own glass of bourbon. He liked this Sam guy. Heart in the right place, and he was also ex military.
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While Sam and Diggle talked and traded war stories, Natasha had found Oliver. "So, Russian training."
"Some. I'd picked up Australian special forces 4 years prior." Oliver responded and followed the red haired Russian assassin.
"Uh huh." She nodded. "What rank were you? In the Bratva."
"A captain. But as I said, that was another life. I don't kill any more." He replied as they entered a large room, which he assumed was a training room.
"I'm in the presence of a captain? I wonder if they train you over on your world as well as they do here." She smiled coyly, tempting a fight.
"You seriously want to do this?" Oliver said, still weary of their new allies.
Instead of speaking, Natasha leapt at Oliver, barraging him with quick strikes and punches. Oliver met her blow for blow, and even got a couple fast her defense. Natasha took a couple steps back and then pounced, tackling him. Reacting quickly, Oliver fell to his back and rolled, bringing his feet close and used his arms and legs to send her flying off of him. Quickly jumping to his feet, Oliver regained a fighting stance as the Black Widow was sprawled out on the floor. Grinning, she spit out some blood in her mouth. She loved a challenge. As Oliver approached her on the ground, she quickly spun her legs, causing the otherworldly vigilante to fall flat on his ass. As he fell, Natasha leapt on top of him and placed him in a choke hold. Oliver grinned before effortlessly reversing the hold. They were extremely well matched, but Oliver's experiences seemed to give him just an edge. Unfortunately for her record, Natasha tapped out, and Oliver let her go. The duo got up, only having worked up a light sweat.
"I guess they do train them well no matter what world." Romanov smiled, hoping that Oliver would open up a little.
"I guess so." Oliver let himself smile a little, glad he found someone here he could connect with in some way. He was beginning to ease up a little, but he was extremely worried about home.
