Earth 14

April 2016

Xavier's School

In the halls of the underground lair of Xavier's School, Charles Xavier moved his wheelchair so that he could be seated in front of the television screen, which showed the security footage of several different rooms. Each room contained one person in it, save for one room which happened to have contained a man and his family. In each room, every person sat on a metal chair behind one side of the table, with an empty chair behind the other side. Charles continued looking at the footage, observing the mannerisms and demeanors of the individuals. Eventually, the room he was in filled up as Hank McCoy, Jean Grey, Raven, Peter Maximoff, Kurt Wagner, and Storm all came in.

"So…we really gonna do this?" Peter asked. "Interrogate 'em all?"

"We're not interrogating them," Charles corrected. "This is simply about having a conversation. We need to learn about them…study them. See how it is that they've managed to survive in the outside world for so long."

"What if any of them are infected?" Raven asked.

"We've searched them cautiously for any diseases," Hajk responded. "Along with any potential bite or scratch marks from runners. Nothing. They're clean. At least…biologically speaking."

"It's a zombie apocalypse out there, Hank," Peter argued. "Can't exactly expect them to be all tidy and all."

Charles turned his chair as he faced his team. "Well…Jean, Kurt, Storm? I'd like to know your thoughts on this as well."

Storm shook her head slowly as she looked at the footage. "I have a bad feeling about this."

"I think we should speak with them, find out what we can know," Jean said, confidently nodding. "Maybe there's more to them than we think."

Kurt shyly raised his hand as he spoke. "I agree…with Jean."

Charles nodded. "Alright, Hank, Raven, and I will cover through our…guests."

Jean spoke up abruptly. "Professor…if it's alright…could I help as well?"

Charles seemed surprised, slightly taken back as he tried his best to hide his facial reaction. He simply gave a light smile and nodded.

"Of course, Jean," Charles said. "Well, let's get going, shall we?"

Later, Charles moved his wheelchair through the halls of the lair as he stopped it in front of a certain door. With his mind, Charles opened the door as he entered, closing the door behind him. In the room with him, a man was pacing between two corners of the room as he stopped in a spot, looking at Charles. Charles noticed the man eyeing him, his wheelchair, the door, and the security camera. All of which confirmed Charles' theories of this man's paranoia. Theories he chose to keep to himself. For a brief silent moment, Charles studied the man. He was in his mid to late twenties, he couldn't have been more than a year older than Jean. However, the man's facial hair and dirty clothes would've convinced some otherwise. The man eyed Charles silently and suspiciously. Charles moved his wheelchair as close as he could to the metal table as he spoke.

"Hello there," Charles said. "I'm Charles Xavier. I believe we briefly met when you first came in."

"Yeah…" the man's voice slightly hoarse. "I'm assuming you're the crippled telepath."

Charles extended his arms humbly. "At your service. Jean would be the non-crippled one."

The man scoffed as he briefly nodded his head. Charles cleared his throat, seeing that his joke had no effect on the man or on his effort to lighten the mood, to gain the man's trust. Not that Charles could blame him. Charles extended his hand to the metal chair on the other side of the table.

"Please, do sit. Even for someone like yourself, you must've been on your feet for a bit too long."

The man sat in the seat as he scoffed at Charles. "Pretty ironic coming from a man who hasn't been on his feet in a while."

Charles had no response other than to simply nod and blink. The man was relatively hunched over in his seat, his elbows resting on his thighs, his right hand was almost forming a fist, his left hand wrapping itself on it. The man looked at Charles as the two made eye contact for a while.

"So…" the man finally said. "How does this work?"

Charles lightly shrugged. "Like any conversation would, I suppose. For starters, tell me your name."

The man nodded his head lightly as he tilted it, responding to Charles. "Barry Allen."

"And how long have you and your friends been…" Charles trailed off, seemingly unable to find the appropriate words to continue his question.

"Out there?" Barry finished as Charles nodded. "I don't even know…at some point, we just stopped keeping track. My guess is…a year, maybe? What day is it today?"

"It's April 8th of 2016."

Barry let out a brief, humorless chuckle. He looked down for a couple moments, fiddling with his fingers as he nodded his head. He looked back up at Charles.

"Been almost a year then," he said. "Felt like an eternity."

Charles shifted slightly in his wheelchair. "I'm sure it must've been difficult. Surviving in such…unforgiving conditions. But what intrigues me isn't just how you survived or that you, Mr. Allen, are…well, you. It's that you and your friends…your team, you seem to have a natural bond. Not once have you turned against each other. You survived together. In the midst of all this."

"So that's what you want from us?" Barry asked as he eyed Charles, speaking mockingly. "The power of teamwork?"

"I want to help you, Barry," Charles responded. "All of you. I want to offer you sanctuary here…for your friends, your family. You survived as a family in that…nightmare of a world. See, none of us here can imagine surviving out there."

Barry tilted his head briefly. "Clearly not. You've been safe behind all this…whatever it is you have here."

"When I first spoke to him…Hank, the scientist who first encountered you and your friends, he told me you and your friends were good people. That you were to be trusted."

"And you believe that?"

"Should I?"

Barry shrugged his shoulders. "Hank doesn't know me. You don't know me. None of you know us. We've BEEN out there. We've done things…to survive. I've done things. I've killed people."

"How many?" Charles asked.

Barry shook his head. "Too many to count by now."

"Is that truly how you survived? How you kept your friends alive? By killing?"

"No…but if I hadn't, they wouldn't be here right now."

Charles decided to ultimately change the topic of discussion, or rather, try a completely different approach.

"When you and your friends came here," Charles began. "Quite a number of your friends mentioned that you were rather different from them. Something to do with the multiverse. I've rather loved to believe in it."

"The multiverse…" Barry sighed as he looked down, fiddling with his fingers. "Yeah…that's how all of this started."

Charles frowned in confusion. "How what started?"

Barry looked up at Charles. "All of this…me…my friends. How we met. How we came here. It all starts with that."

Charles nods. "Tell me. The whole story. Your story…from the beginning. I'll listen and you do the talking."

Barry looks up at Charles with a look mixed with stoicism and glaring. "I should warn you…it's a pretty long story."

Charles leaned back in his wheelchair. "And we…have a lot of time to cover it."

Earth 1

May 24th, 2016

At night, on the doorsteps of the West-Allen family home, Barry sat by himself as Iris closed the door behind her, entering the house, leaving Barry to think and be by himself as he needed to be. Barry took Iris' words into account as he recalled his and her conversation. With tears swelling in his eyes, Barry looked to the door as he got onto his feet, taking some small steps to the door and seeing everyone inside. Joe, Iris, Caitlin, Cisco, everyone. His friends. His family. His team. The people in his life who he always relied on, who he always turned to. Who he always needed. Barry looked as he saw everyone inside conversing with each other as he did his best to resist the tears. He was going to do it. He knew he would. Go back in time, save his mother. Just like he planned to over a year ago, only this time, he would do it. He would go through with it. The pain of losing his father, of Jay's betrayal, of everything that had happened finally broke him and now, he was going to do what he could to fix it. Barry knew his upcoming action of changing the timeline would affect everyone, especially those closest to him. He would live in a reality where he wouldn't be the Flash. Where Team Flash didn't exist. Where his parents were alive. Where he never grew up under Joe and Iris' roof. The same earth and same people. Yet a completely different reality. Barry was ready for it. If any of them did come to know, surely they would understand. Would they not? Of course, they would. Or so…that was what Barry told himself. Barry took one last look at his family and loved ones as he slowly nodded his head, pursing his lips, resisting tears, speaking softly.

"That's why I'm so sorry," Barry said, letting a tear run down the side of his face. "But I have to do this."

Barry walked backwards one step, taking one last look at his loved ones as he internally said goodbye. Not just to them but to every bit of the reality he knew. The reality that he was going to change. His body coursed with orange lightning as with super speed, he turned around and ran away. Eventually reaching S.T.A.R. Labs. Inside the cortex, Barry wore his suit, his cowl hanging from his collar like a hoodie. On his chest, surrounding the emblem, Barry wore the tachyon device. The exact same device he wore when he went to Earth 38 and met Kara. Barry took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. In his mind, the sounds of his mother and father's voices echoed. He let out an exhale as he opened his eyes. Deep in his heart, Barry knew he wanted to make a final stop to his parents' graves. Hopefully see them and tell them what he was going to do. How he would reunite all three of them together again. How they would all be a family once more. Barry could feel the debate heating inside him, the conflict of it burning within his soul as he could feel his emotions splitting in two over it. Eventually, he decided against it. He was going to be bringing his dead parents back. In the end, it didn't feel right to visit their graves from an alternate timeline. Barry put on his cowl as he took one last breath before running off, a streak of orange lightning trailing him as he ran at super speed. Faster than he ever went, Barry ran through the streets of Central City as a blue portal opened in front of him. He went through it as Barry found himself surrounded by a fade of light blue. He ran and ran as lightning coursed his body. Then, memories came flooding back as they flashed through Barry's mind.

Barry's mother screaming

11-year-old Barry seeing Thawne for the first time in a tornado of red and orange lightning

11-year-old Barry pulling a blue tarp to see his dead mother's body under it

Eddie shooting himself to save Barry

Ronnie dying in the singularity

Jay's betrayal revealed to Team Flash

Barry's father being murdered in front of him by Zoom

It all went through Barry's head. Over and over again. In an endless loop and in completely different orders each time. Barry let out a roar of a scream as a wave of infinite and pure speed force energy struck him. He felt the wave of energy hit him as lightning of several colors, orange, white, blue, purple, and yellow, spread all over his body. The tachyon device was fried as Barry felt his body go limp for just a fraction of a second. That was all it took for Barry to lose track of himself, to lose his balance as he fell over. A portal opened in front of him as Barry fell through it just before the portal closed behind him. Barry rolled across the street, tumbling before he crashed into a car, completely denting the car door before he fell onto the ground, landing on his side. The car door Barry hit fell on top of him as he groaned in pain. After lying still for a couple moments, Barry forcefully pushed the car door off him as he stumbled onto his feet, he pulled off his cowl as he saw some small metal pieces shoved into the side of his stomach. Courtesy from his fall. Barry pulled the pieces out as they were stained with his blood. After taking a few breaths to calm himself, Barry looked around to see himself in a large, metropolitan city. Only…everything seemed to be in chaos. The streets were empty with seemingly no one else whatsoever. Several damaged and flipped over cars were spread out throughout the roads, along with pieces of debris. Buildings were damaged everywhere, some were completely cut in half or in pieces, others were toppled. Small fires were starting everywhere as Barry looked confused. From what he could see, this clearly wasn't Earth One. He knew that for sure. Barry kneeled to the ground as he found the tachyon, staring at it in horror.

"No…no, no, no, no, NO!" Barry gritted his teeth as he held the crushed, decimated pieces of the tachyon in his hands before letting them fall as he kicked a car angrily. "GODDAMMIT!"

Suddenly, an unhuman-like roar echoed throughout the streets as Barry instantly turned his head in the direction of it. In front of him, a human-shaped, hunched-over creature stood a few feet away. The creature was wearing ragged, torn, and dirty human clothes. Barry stared at it in disbelief as he eyed it, the creature was exactly what it appeared to be.

"Zombies?" Barry was confused. "What Earth am I on?"

Suddenly, red lightning coursed through the zombie's body as the creature charged at Barry before throwing him off his balance. Barry was taken by surprise as he fell on his back, the zombie right on top off him. He hadn't anticipated that the said zombie in front of him was a speedster zombie. Barry held the creature's wrists with his hand as he groaned, holding the zombie above him. The creature violently and at super speed bit and bit, reaching for any part of Barry's body, trying to feed on him whilst turning him into a zombie himself. Instinctively, Barry gripped the creature's wrists before throwing it to the side as a piece of debris went through the creature's head, killing it instantly. Barry sprawled onto his feet as he looked at the dead creature's body in a mix of shock, disbelief, and horror. He wasn't sure what it was for. The fact that he was stuck on some other Earth completely alone and by himself, apparently. The fact that he encountered a zombie…a speedster zombie. Or the fact that he had killed it. He hadn't been trying to. Barry didn't anticipate that the zombie, or whatever this creature would've been killed. Granted, it may have been a creature, but it was also a person…at least, it used to be. Barry felt a wave of emotions spreading inside him as he covered his mouth, resisting the urge to throw up upon seeing the creature's body. He couldn't help but notice the creature looked similar to whatever it was Zoom had turned into before the Time Wraiths took him to the Speed Force. The creature's skin consisted of zombie-like with grayish-black dead skin and flesh. Barry felt incredibly disturbed by it.

Then, Barry heard several duplicates of the same creature-like growl he had heard earlier. He looked in front of him only to see an army of well over hundreds of the same creatures. Barry's eyes grew large in horror.

"More zombies?!" he exclaimed before muttering. "Please don't be speedsters."

Just as he said the words, the army of creatures began generating red lightning as Barry groaned, as if he had just jinxed himself along with any luck. Barry obviously couldn't take all of them on at once. If what he knew about zombies from a world of fiction was true, then he couldn't afford to get scratched, bit, or exposed in any way that would affect him. He barely managed to deal with one creature. It was unlikely he could do the same for an army of them. Generating orange lightning through his body, Barry turned around and took off, running through the city as fast as he could. He ran faster than he had ever gone before, at speeds far beyond Mach 1, Mach 2, or anything in the mach operation. He was running faster than the speed of light, far beyond the speed. At his rate, he could've gone from the sun to the edge of the solar system and back within one second. To his horror, the army of zombie-like speedsters behind him could seemingly keep up. Or at least, trail behind him at a scaringly close distance. Barry ran and ran through the streets of the city, the zombie herd behind him trailing him at near-equivalent speeds. Desperately, Barry tried to think of a solution. He didn't know if he could run forever and the creatures probably could. Perhaps running up a building would work. The creatures weren't regular speedsters, they had poor form and coordination, running up a building, even at their high speeds, simply wouldn't work for them. Barry found himself running up the side of a tall, black building as he jumped off the top of it before landing on the roof. The zombie herd didn't follow as they all circled around the building, stopping their speeds, their arms raised as they tried to reach out for Barry. Barry sighed as he laid on the ground of the roof, hearing the growls from the herd back on the ground. At the moment, he was trapped. On a completely different earth, possibly in a different time, and on the rooftop of a building, surrounded by zombie speedsters…by runners.

Barry sighed as he looked to the sky, unmasked. "Where am I?"

May 10th, 2015

Earth 14

"Hey, uh, Cap? You in here?"

Tony Stark knocked on the door of Steve Rogers' room as Steve looked up from his book to Tony. He closed the book, leaving it by the desk as he rose to his feet. Tony's face formed into a mix of a frown and a grin.

"What're you reading?"

"Lord of the Rings," Steve leaned his back against a wall, his arms crossed. "Sam recommended it. Look on his face when I told him I never read the books or saw the movies was…not good."

Tony let out a chuckle. "Captain America…reading Lord of the Rings…" Tony leaned over to see the book Steve was reading. "...the Two Towers. Huh, interesting what a zombie apocalypse makes people do."

Steve sighed as he briefly tilted his head. "Well, when you don't have much to do in an underground hideout, a library's always there to help you out…so, what is it? You needed to see me?"

"Yeah, about that," Tony sighed as he began. "Banner and I were going over satellite imagery of…well, the whole planet and we found a disturbing energy signature."

Steve frowned. "Where?"

"New York City."

"What's going on?"

"Not entirely sure, TBH…that means-"

Steve nodded, interrupting Tony. "I know what TBH means, Tony."

Tony nodded in response. "Right, look…Daisy's working on hacking any working security footage nearby to see what's going on. Coulson and his agent buddies are there. Everyone is. We might wanna check it out, eh?"

Steve nods as he and Tony left the room, walking through the halls of the base. Along the way, Tony offered some blueberries to Steve, who respectfully declined, not that Tony was surprised. A few minutes later, Tony and Steve arrived in the mission room as everyone else met them inside. Wanda, Natasha, Clint, Daisy, Mack, May, Fitz, Coulson, Bobbi, Bruce Banner, Sam, Rhodey, Vision, and Matt Murdock were all in.

"Daisy, Banner…" Steve began. "Talk to me."

Bruce pulls up a holographic image of the earth from the table in the center of the room. Everyone, save for Matt, who simply listened in with his senses, watched as Bruce spoke.

"About an hour ago, we detected a massive surge of energy in New York City," Bruce explained. "Now this isn't just any energy surge. This was…this was a rupture."

"A rupture?" Bobbi asked half-incredulously, half confused.

"In the space-time continuum." Bruce clarified.

"Mind clarifying that in english?" May asked.

"We potentially detected an otherworldly presence." Bruce responded.

"Something or someone from another world?" Matt asked.

Bruce shook his head. "Not just another world…another universe."

"What? Like…the multiverse theory?" Fitz asked.

"Exactly," Tony said, pointing at the young Scottish engineer before turning to Daisy. "Pull up that footage we saw."

Daisy typed on the holographic keyboard as a small screen appeared from the table, within the screen, security footage was displayed as everyone watched. A man in a maroon-redish suit came through a blue portal as he crashed against a car. He reacted to and killed a runner. Then, a horde came from the other end of the street as the man generated orange lightning before disappearing, a quick flash of orange lightning appearing before the horde seemingly chased him at super speed.

"Stop," Steve said as he held out his hand. "Go back a few frames."

Daisy reversed the footage to when the man's body charged with lightning. Everyone could see the man's face, a male in his mid-twenties with short, straight, brown hair.

"Show the next frame," Tony added.

The next frame showed and the man disappeared, a small trail of orange lightning visible in the footage as everyone exchanged glances.

"So he has speed…" Wanda said. "Just like them."

"Not in the spirit of 'stating the obvious'," Vision began. "But it appears our traveler is not infected."

"And his lightning's different," Sam added. "Runners have red lightning. This guy's got orange."

"On top of that," Mack said. "Runners don't generate or get super speed until twenty four hours after being infected. Our mystery guy here is just a man."

"A man with speed faster than the runners and a man who happens to be from another universe." Coulson added.

"Since no one else is really saying it, I guess I will," Matt sighed. "We could use this guy's help."

"Definitely," Bobbi agreed. "He could be a help in making a cure."

"The man's got super speed, guys," Daisy pointed out. "We don't know where he is. He could be on the other side of the planet for all we know."

Bruce shook his head. "Not necessarily. Our 'mystery man' over here is giving some seriously different frequencies. I can track him with those. Plus, I'm getting some readings of a herd of runners in New York City. Chances are that's where he is."

"How big is the herd?" Wanda asked.

Bruce sighed as he clicked his tongue. "Based on these readings? Sixty runners. And that's low balling it."

"I'll say it once and I'll say it again," Clint said as he leaned on a chair. "We could seriously use Thor's help right about now. Even the green guy's."

Bruce shook his head again as he looked down. "I got nothing, guys."

"It's alright, Bruce," Steve assured as he looked at everyone. "We'll make a stop by. See if we can reach this man. Find out who he is. What he's doing here. I'm thinking we can make a deal with him. We help him go home, he helps us find a cure or a way to stop this."

"Going in against a herd like that?" Mack asked. "Dangerous move, Captain."

"We'll take a small group, lay out frequency grenades to draw out the runners," Steve replied. "Wanda, Vision, Tony, you three are with me. Everyone else, stay back. We're not risking any more than we have to."

Everyone nods in agreement as Daisy stares at the footage displayed on the holographic screen.

"Whoever this guy is…" Daisy said. "Let's hope he's not a bogey…"

A/N: So I know that there's a lot of confusion, let me clear that up. This story starts in April 2016 on Earth 14, where the MCU and Fox version of the X-men exist together. For the x-men, I'm using the younger versions of Days of Future Past from the Days of Future Past/Apocalypse/Dark Phoenix timeline (i.e, Sophie Turner as Jean Grey, James McAvoy as Charles Xavier, etc. etc.). As of that, everything up until the end of X-Men: Apocalypse is canon.

For the MCU, everything up until the end of Age of Ultron is canon too. For the Flash, the first two seasons are canon, only instead of creating Flashpoint, Barry ends up on Earth 14.

As you can see, Earth 14 is in a speedster apocalypse and I'm going to explain how all of that came to be. As I said, this story takes place in April of 2016 on Earth 14 with Barry meeting Charles and explaining his story to him. Barry didn't just go to Earth 14. He went back in time (by a little over a year) to Earth 14. He ended up in May 10th of 2015 on Earth 14. Just want to clarify that.

If you have any confusions or questions for this, that have answers which won't spoil this story for you, DM me or let me know in the reviews.