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Chapter 18- Fathers and sons

Earth-1, Ancient Egypt, centuries ago

Prince Khufu walked into the throne room in front of his father, the Pharaoh, as three men placed some offerings nearby.

"Prince Khufu, my son. What have you come to offer?"

"Father, we bring this tribute to the protector to all we see and know, Horus", Khufu said. "Praise be upon him."

"It is a fine offering, Khufu. At least worthy of a God."

"And yet, Priestess Chay-Ara does not seem to agree", Khufu said, turning to Chay-Ara.

"Your offering is lovely, my prince. If not misguided."

"Misguided?" Khufu asked.

"To think that Horus would be appeased by... trifles", Chay-Ara revealed. "The portents of his dissatisfaction grow with each passing day. The celestial rocks used to fall once a generation; now they strike with each phase of the moon."

"Then you have not appeased him well", Khufu countered, before adding. "Priestess."

"Priestess Chay-Ara only speaks out of concern for all."

They all turned to see Priest Hath-Set enter, carrying the Staff of Horus with him. "Which is the reason for her bluntness." He added. "We have warned you time and again of the sky rocks and the threat that they pose to the court of Ramses the Wise. Dark times are coming, my Pharaoh. Prayers and trifles will not be enough to stop it."

Then he revealed. "We need to sacrifice….men and women. Consume half of them, and let Lord Horus consume the other half."

"No!" The Pharaoh sternly rebuked the suggestion, everyone clearly disturbed. "I will not sacrifice my people! There has to be another way!"

With that, he said. "This Council is ended."

Later

Chay-Ara was walking away as Khufu called out behind her. "Priestess."

She turned to look at him. "You have quite the tongue."

"Should I have spoken less?" Chay-Ara inquired.

"No, for that tongue is one of the many reasons behind my love for you", he said, and the two began to kiss, not noticing Hath-Set watching them jealously.

Earth-1, Present Day, Edge of Central City, farm

Kendra opened her eyes with a jerk of the car they were in as Carter asked her. "You okay?"

"I think...I remembered something", Kendra confessed. "Nothing too important though."

He nodded as the cars stopped near a farmhouse, all of them getting out as Thea commented. "And here we are in the farmhouse."

"We needed a secure location", Oliver explained.

"What's wrong with STAR Labs?" Caitlin inquired.

"Well, I mean, absolutely nothing if you forget about the revolving door you guys installed so the bad guys can come and go as they please", Oliver said sarcastically.

"Remind me again what happened to your old lair, or the one before that", Caitlin said.

"And how many times have your enemies found out STAR Labs is where you're based at?" Oliver asked, and Caitlin was silent. "Exactly."

"Savage stopped because he felt Kendra gaining her wings", Strider added, backing Oliver up while they walked into the farmhouse. "He can feel where she is, and Carter as well. So we must not stay in the city when it comes to battle."

"We need to find a way to neutralize Savage's advantage", Oliver said, the group turning to see Barry and Cisco walk in. "Barry, you're late."

"Sorry", Barry apologized. "It turns out, it's not easy finding the ass end of nowhere."

"Yeah, for real." Cisco looked at his phone. "The roaming charges alone are going to bankrupt me."

"We're discussing how to take away Savage's newfound power", Oliver supplied.

"His new magic stick", Sara quipped.

"Yeah, Staff of Horus", Carter corrected.

"Well, it's protected by some kind of energy field", Barry told them all. "I couldn't lay a finger on it."

Felicity quipped. "Maybe if you wear mittens next time."

Caitlin started. "What if we made some sort of insulated gauntlets..."

Cisco agreed. "Oh, yeah, yeah, the magnetic shielding could disrupt the—"

"The staff's magnetic polarity", Felicity finished.

"While they work to get the staff away from Savage, we need to know everything there is to know about him", Oliver said, walking around.

Thea shrugged. "Well, I googled reincarnated nut jobs and came up with nothing."

"Kendra and I would be the reincarnated nut jobs", Carter corrected her as he put down a box. "Savage is merely immortal."

"Merely?" Laurel asked, looking up from typing on her laptop.

"Welcome to the new normal", Thea shrugged, causing Laurel to look at Strider, still in awe of him.

"Hi, I'm Laurel, and…." She trailed off. "I'm Laurel."

"And I am Strider", Strider replied with a little smile, amused.

"Anyone who's been around for 4,000 years should leave a trail", Diggle then said. "I'll check with A.R.G.U.S., see if they have anything on him."

"I'll check the police reports", Thea added, walking off.

Oliver turned to Kendra. "We need to find a way to utilize your new ability."

"My ability?"

"If you master them, we will be able to surprise him", Strider pointed out.

"Yeah, whatever you do, don't let him train you", Barry said, then looked at Oliver. "I'm sorry, but when it rains, I can still feel where you shot me with those arrows."

"I'll handle her training, then", Carter shrugged.

"Sure thing", Sara nodded, as she noticed Oliver walk off, and walked after him.

"Ollie, is everything okay?" Sara inquired.

"There is something going on", Oliver admitted to her. "I'll tell you later, but I need to figure it out myself first."

Cisco walked with Kendra as he told her. "You must be going through a lot right now."

Kendra agreed. "Yeah." Then she said. "You know, we should talk."

"Never in the history of romance have those words ever meant anything good", Cisco said in dread.

Kendra rectified. "I just mean we should probably talk about everything that's happened- that's happening."

Cisco had a different idea. "You know what, I'm going to suggest something radical here and say let's not talk." She looked at him as he continued. "Look, you've got a lot on your plate right now. And I just don't want to be that piece of very nutritious broccoli that you scrape off the plate to give to the dog. My point being, I don't think you can afford to be distracted right now."

Kendra wasn't sure, but seemed to see his reasoning, as Carter arrived, carrying a box. "Let's go."

"Yes", Cisco started walking. "Let's."

"Look", Carter turned to Cisco, remembering what Sara had told him. "Regardless of me and Chay-Ara having been together in so many lives before, I do not want to get between your relationship with her. That is up to you and her to figure out. But…there are some things me and her have done before, including trying to survive Savage together. And this. So, it should be just us."

"Right", Cisco nodded after a beat, appreciating Carter's honesty and him being straightforward. "I'll just do some push-ups there."

Carter walked to a side, putting the box down and gesturing to it. "Open it."

"Why?" Kendra asked. "What's inside?"

"Something we have to track down in each of our incarnations", Carter explained. "Sometimes I find it, sometimes you do, sometimes we both do. 4,000 years, 206 lives. We've seen about every combination there is."

Kendra said. "I think I might know what this is."

She opened the box, revealing helmets with what looked like horns, alongside an armor of the same shade, one belonging to Carter, that he'd worn before, and one belonging to her.

With the wings, they'd make her look like a bird.

"Just like what you wore", Kendra said. "Had a feeling it'd be this."

Carter agreed. "As you emerge, as your memories come back to you, other things do too. Skills, languages, pieces of your private life. Katalavaíneis?"

"Déchomai."

"There you go", Carter shrugged.

"This is still crazy", Kendra muttered.

"I'll help you through it", Carter assured her. "Things like anger, fear, adrenaline-those are the things that bring out the warrior within, like when you soared."

Kendra said. "Well, according to Savage, I'm a priestess."

"The clergy were warriors", Carter shrugged. "Warrior priests, and that is the side that you need to remember. But that is not all there is to it."

"What more?" Kendra inquired.

"There is kindness and compassion too", Carter added. "Not for Savage of course, but when you let all of it in, only then you can be who you are supposed to be."

"Well then, let's make sure that happens", Sara said, walking up to them with a smirk. "You can handle the training, Carter. But I'm still gonna be here to help out." That, plus while Carter was behaving better after his talk with her, she was still gonna keep an eye on him for the time being, just to be 100% sure.

"That's fine", Carter nodded. "Let's hope we don't die again."

Later

Oliver watched from his car as the mother put her son in the car, then walked out as she turned around. "Oliver?"

"Hi Sandra", Oliver greeted her with a smile.

"Uh, hold on one second", Sandra Hawke said to her son before shutting the door and walking to Oliver. "What are you doing here?"

"So sorry to just drop by unannounced. I came to town the other day, and I saw you with your son."

"Connor", Sandra revealed the name.

"Connor?" Oliver noted. "That's a nice name."

"Oliver, what are you doing at my house?" Sandra inquired.

"I saw you and Connor together, and it's difficult not to wonder, because he is, what, nine?" Oliver asked. "And you know, we had a thing 10 years ago..."

"Ok, let me stop you right there."

"All right."

"Connor isn't yours", Sandra said immediately. "I told you I lost our baby, Oliver, and I met Connor's father two months after moving to Central City. So..."

"Mom, we're going to miss the game."

"Sorry, I have to go."

"No, go."

"Ok."

Sandra accidentally dropped Connor's cap, that Oliver picked up and dusted off, before handing it back to her. "Oh, here you are."

"I'm sorry", she said, taking it back. "Thank you."

"Wish Connor good luck for me, all right?" Oliver asked her.

"I will", Sandra said as she walked off, while Oliver's phone rang.

He picked it up with a growl. "What do you want, Malcolm?"

"I've arranged a meeting with Savage. You, me, the swordsman and the speedster", Malcolm said from the other end.

"Why did you do that?" Oliver asked.

"Negotiation is the only way out of this", he replied.

"And why do you want to help us?" Oliver asked, raising his eyebrow.

"You all hate me, and I hate you. But I don't want us to fight, we can still benefit each other", Malcolm told Oliver. "Let's all meet."

Oliver realized Malcolm was trying to play both sides. He called the negotiation, to show him that he could still be useful to his team, while Savage would also get to know more about them. Whoever won would 'owe him a favor' in a way.

Well, either way, Oliver was going to go. He needed to learn more about Savage too, and Malcolm would be dealt with later.

Earth-199999, Bowie, Arizona

Eliot and Rambo were sitting in the latter's kitchen, looking awkwardly at their hands, unsure on what to say, before the latter offered. "Coffee."

Eliot looked up. "Yeah, please." Rambo got up to make it when Eliot added. "Black, two sugars, please." It's also how Rambo took it, something he noted as he took it over.

It was quiet again before it was Rambo who asked. "How long did you serve?"

Eliot pondered how to answer the question. "I enlisted when I was eighteen, saw more things than I would have liked, but they saw what I could do. The ops got more classified, the ink got blacker, but eventually I saw what I was fighting for wasn't worth the brass they were wearing, so I left...only to move from one fight to another. The things I had to do..."

"I know." Rambo told him, causing his...son, to look at him. "Some people, they can do things no one else can, even if they hate themselves for it."

"I wanted to be a hero, like my dad, and I turned out more like the monster."

Rambo's attention perked. "You knew?"

His eyes widening a bit, Eliot shook his head. "No, I mean, father-the man who raised me," Eliot corrected, "he served in Vietnam too. Saved a lot of lives from a POW camp. Should've gotten a medal for it."

"Every man who survived deserves one." Rambo spoke as the demons of the past flashed in his eyes. Of Vietnam. Of Hell.

"My dad was my hero, but..." Eliot awkwardly ran his hand through his hair. He wasn't even this honest with his own team. It felt odd, John Rambo was a legend and apparently his father, but he was still a stranger.

Rambo noted the reluctance as he put the coffee down. "But what?"

"We haven't talked. Not in a long time. Not since I enlisted."

"It's not something someone wants to go through. To know your family is always at risk. Being a soldier...you know." Rambo has seen his eyes, they were haunted like his own.

Eliot nodded. "I know." He sniffed and felt his eyes get wet when he thought of another gap between his father and him. "I couldn't even make it to mom's funeral."

Rambo sat straighter. He wanted to know, but he could see the pain only thinking about her was causing his...son. "Your mother...?"

"I'm adopted. My mom was the nurse who found me in the hospital." Eliot took a deep swig of his coffee, but not even caffeine could fix this. "I never knew who my birth parents were." He stared down at his mug, at the dark liquid and could almost see the sugar floating. Something in him, something that was buried in him since his childhood suddenly sparked. A curiosity to where he came from. "Who was she?"

A deep sigh escaped the Vietnam war veteran. He tried to recall the memories of when he returned to the States. "After I was discharged, I came back to a country that hated what I was. There was a bar. All I wanted was a drink. Owner wanted me out. I almost felt myself snap when he called me..." Rambo didn't finish. Eliot noticed the mug in his hand almost seemed to crack. Closing his eyes and opening them, the Green Beret looked at his son's blue eyes. "That's when I met her." Eliot held his breath. "She was a force of nature, the owner tried to shut her up, he ended up losing two teeth and a bottle of his best bourbon. Asked if I still wanted a drink, and to follow her." Rambo chuckled as another, better memory flashed in front of him. "That woman was the first person to ever treat me with any decency after Nam. I don't even know why she talked to me, she just did."

"What happened? And please leave out the details." Eliot finally had answers on the people who gave him life, he wanted to know everything. Well, not everything.

A shrug was all Rambo could give. "We spent the night together, but I was going one way, she was going another. It was just one of those things."

He could understand that, and was far better than what he initially believed. Still, there was one thing that kept nagging Eliot. "Why did she give me up?"

Rambo looked at Eliot, trying to open his mouth to give an answer, but he had none. "I don't know. When we met, the way she talked, it seemed like she was running from something. Never said what." It was not an answer Eliot liked, but he nodded regardless, going back to staring at his coffee. It was more than he ever knew before. Taking a sip of his own, Rambo looked his fellow soldier up and down. "You look like her." Eliot raised his head. "You have her eyes."

"What was her name?" He did not know why he asked that, it slipped out. The answers that the little boy asked for so many years ago were here, he wanted to know.

"Naomi. Her name was Naomi."

Earth-1, Central City

Strider, Oliver and Malcolm stood together as Barry sped in, and noticing Malcolm, said. "Please tell me we're not going to negotiate with terrorists with the help of another terrorist. Or, you know, 4,000-year-old bad guys in the former's case."

"Just think of this more as a fact-finding mission", Oliver assured Barry. "Maybe Savage slips up and gives us something that we can use to our advantage."

Malcolm scoffed. "Thea said you were being a little more humorous lately."

"Your opinion is duly ignored", Oliver replied in a fake humorous tone just to rile Malcolm up.

"How is it you know so much about Vandal Savage?" Strider inquired.

"I don't know a thing about him", Malcolm said. "No one does. That is why I'm afraid of him."

"That's not the only reason to be afraid of me."

They all turned around to see Vandal Savage walking inside.

"I assure you."

"What do you want?" Oliver asked simply.

"What all living things want- not to die", Savage shrugged as he walked forwards.

"I thought that wasn't a problem for you", Barry reminded.

"Only if I take the lifeforce from Prince Khufu and Priestess Chay-Ara", Savage pointed out.

"Kendra and Carter", Barry groaned.

"The three of us are locked in a vicious circle played out over thousands of years", Savage told them. "None of your concern."

"We've made it our concern", Oliver snarled.

"Why do you want to live forever?" Strider asked, thinking of the love he shared with Arwen. Even if they were wed, he would pass, and she would remain, without him, carrying her love for him alongside great despair until the end of time.

Wouldn't Savage have lost people he loved as well?

"I want to live forever, because I've realized its my destiny to rule this world one day", Savage revealed just why he was doing this. "Like I said before, it was about having my revenge against them at the start, but now, there is no enmity. I do this because I must. Humanity needs someone to guide them, lead them to a better future."

"And you think you're it?" Barry asked incredulously. "You literally eat other humans."

"It is the destiny of the weak to serve the strong in any way possible", Savage smirked. "Besides, I've had a lot more impact on events you know of than what has been told to you. Who do you think taught Hannibal Lecter and the Sawyers the joys of tasting human flesh?"

"You were behind them?" Oliver asked in horror.

"I merely showed them the way, what they did after that, they did on their own", Savage shrugged. "But as you can see, I have influenced this world so much already with my long life. Only I can lead this world to a bright future, where the strong shall thrive, and make this world the strongest in any Universe."

On seeing the looks of the three Heroes, Savage told them. "You are not the only ones who know of other worlds."

And then he said. "However, even if you oppose me, you've shown strength that no one else I've faced has. So, I shall not be feasting upon you, but I shall slay you all. I'm the enemy you can't defeat. The only way for you and yours to live through this is to render onto me what is mine."

He walked over to them, looking at Barry. "Turn over Prince Khufu and Princess Chay-Ara within 24 hours, or I will lay waste to this city, killing everyone that you hold dear."

Then he looked to Oliver. "And after that, I will travel to your home, and do the same thing there."

And then, he turned to Strider. "And at last, I shall travel to your world, and do the same."

"You will not be able to", Strider told him. Even if he could defeat all of them, there were powers beyond his in Middle-earth.

And the Dark Lord would not take kindly to an arrogant intruder into Middle-earth.

"Why would you risk the lives of your friends and family for two strangers?" Savage asked all of them. "206 times I have killed them. What hubris possesses you that makes you think that you can prevent me from doing so again?"

"Not hubris. Hope", Barry replied.

"A day may come when we break all our bonds, but it is not this day", Strider declared to Savage. "We shall fight you, for all that we hold dear, in all our worlds."

Hearing that made Oliver's and Barry's hopes rise, simply due to how Strider spoke.

"I came to this meeting out of curiosity. It is now sated", Savage said as he walked off. "Bring Khufu and Chay-Ara to Jurgens Industrial in 24 hours or I will see you dead and buried under the bodies of your loved ones."

When he was gone, Oliver said. "We're not giving up Kendra and Carter."

"That's not your decision to make", Malcolm snarled. "This is a cycle that has played out for the last 4,000 years."

"Savage may be immortal, but he isn't a God", Barry shrugged.

"And besides, regardless of you arranging this meeting, it changes nothing", Oliver snarled at Malcolm. "Get out of here."

"One day Oliver, I will come for you, in a way that'd make you beg for the likes of Vandal Savage", Malcolm sneered before walking off.

Later

"24 hours."

"Until what?" Kendra asked.

"Until we are supposed to hand you and Carter over to Savage, or- Savage lays waste to Central City", Oliver revealed.

"Yeah", Carter sighed. "We've been through this before. 1887, the Huang He floods, Savage killed nearly two million people to get to us. And he did."

"He shall not succeed this time", Strider assured him.

"We have 24 hours to come up with a workable plan", Oliver said.

"No, this is insane", Kendra shook her head, walking out. "My life isn't worth millions of people's lives."

"Kendra."

"I'll talk to her", Carter said as he walked out.

"Cisco", Oliver called out, making Cisco turn to him. "Do the gauntlets work?"

"Yeah", Cisco nodded.

"Double and triple check them, we need to be absolutely sure", Oliver said in a tone that left no room for arguments.

"Sure thing."

"And talk to Kendra", Oliver added.

"Why me?" Cisco inquired.

"Carter is trying, but she needs you too", Sara said with a shrug. "You, you can reach her perhaps."

"Egyptian reincarnation isn't up my alley", Cisco sighed.

"What Kendra's going through is about accepting who she is. And who better to help her with that than the guy who clearly loves her?" Oliver both asked and pointed out.

"I'm not sure we're there yet", Cisco muttered, before seeing everyone's glares. "I'll talk to her."

As Kendra walked out, Carter ran behind her. "Chay-Ara-sorry, Kendra- you shouldn't run off. We don't know if Savage is—"

"Everyone in there is willing to die to protect us", Kendra said. "But what have I done to even deserve it?"

"I think it's noble", Carter told her, respect for the Heroes in his voice. "I think it's what makes them all Heroes."

"Yeah, well, Heroes or not, I'm not letting anyone die for me", Kendra declared.

"Then don't", Carter said. "Be the person, the woman, the warrior you were meant to be. The one you always have been, and can be again. You were a great and noble warrior, a hero, every time. If you become that again, you will be worth the effort."

Central City, CCPD, Barry's lab

"Ok, here you go", Barry handed Oliver a paper, who looked at it, his eyes widening. "I gene sequenced the hair strand with the blood sample you gave me. Still not sure what it has to do with Damien Darhk, but the Y chromosomes match."

He was a father! In a moment, his entire world had been flipped upside down.

Why had Sandra lied to him?

"Are you ok?" Barry inquired.

"Thanks for this, it's a big help", Oliver assured Barry.

"Yeah, well—"

"Barry."

"Yeah?"

"Don't tell anyone about this."

With that, Oliver walked off, trying to clear his head of this. He needed to focus on Savage first, then his son.

He was a father!

Earth-199999, New York City, Avengers Tower

In the infinite wisdom of Tony Stark, upon the return of their fearless leader, he decreed that a party be thrown. Reed, Ben, Sue, and Johnny, along with Bobby and Piotr were invited, however, they declined the invitation to let Steve be embraced by his friends, other than Johnny, who tried to insist on branding opportunities his recruitment could bring.

Ben had to carry him to the Quinjet bringing them back to their home. Perks of being made of stone.

Now, the First Avenger relayed a brief summary of his time on the alien planet during an intergalactic war. Of course, he did not go into details, those he kept to himself, and Thor, the only one who knew the truth.

"I knew it!" Clint cheered, to the amusement of his teammates. "What did I say? Captain America being the hero."

"I actually never called myself that." Steve revealed, causing the excited archer to calm down, stepping off the table to sit back next to a curious Banner. "This was a military outfit. I gave my name and rank, and from then on, I was back in the Army, Captain America was simply Captain Steve Rogers." He did not mention just how similar it was to be a part of the 501st as it was when he was in the 107th.

"Regardless of what they called you, they valued you as we do, Captain." Thor took his beer stein and clinked it with Steve's bottle. "Battle has not been the same without the "Star Spangled Man with a Plan"." He ended with a deep laugh that was shared with Clint, Banner, an amused smirk from Nat, with only Steve being not amused. He deadpanned the God.

"Really, Thor?"

"Oh lighten up, Cap, hammer man made a joke, that deserves another drink." Clint defended the still laughing Asgardian. "Speaking of which, where's Stark?"

"Unruffle those feathers, Hawk, I'm back with proper refreshments." Tony appeared from the lab, carrying a bottle of what no doubt was some very expensive booze and six glasses. "Mark this celebration as it deserves to be marked."

"By getting expensive liquor despite the fact that half of the party can't get drunk."

"Do you want a glass or not?" Tony raised his brow, and with an aggravated sigh, Banner took one of the glasses. "That's my guy."

"You really didn't need to go through all this trouble, Tony."

"Forget about it, Cap. It was just gathering dust in one of my many basements, might as well put it to good use." He told the man of the hour while handing the glasses to the spies, Asgardian, and the Captain.

"It is much like how we celebrated our triumphant returns from battle on Asgard. We would drink, we would fight, and we would make our ancestors proud!"

Tony gestured to the God. "Exactly. Be more like Thor, Cap."

"Of course, we had casks that have been aged hundreds or even thousands of years to drink."

"Just without being so smug." Tony advised the super solider, who shook his head amusedly.

"We gonna talk all night or drink?" Natasha complained loudly enough that Tony rolled his eyes and poured her drink first.

"Whiney." The childish insult made them all roll their eyes before the genius had the Avengers' glasses filled. "Now, this is eighty-year-old scotch, not as vintage as some of you might like," he looked at Thor, then to Steve and Bruce, "Or as enjoyable for others, but I found it the best drink to mark the occasion." Tony raised his glass, and looked at the man who led them. "To Cap, our world was certainly less annoying with him gone, until Johnny showed up," chuckles and grins escaped them all, "then there were the giant monsters-"

"What?"

"We'll explain later." Clint whispered to him while Stark continued.

"And despite how the weirdness of our lives seems to have magnified lately, I will say that the people in this room have shown that they are more than able to handle it all." Tony said with utter sincerity, surprising the five Avengers, but smiling, nonetheless. "We were named Earth's Mightiest Heroes, and as much as I love adding "Mighty" to my résumé," rolled eyes came from all of the Avengers, "I will say we couldn't have done anything without Cap." Tony raised his glass a little higher while making eye contact with his friend. "Welcome back, Steve."

A chorus of similar sentiments came from them all as the glasses clinked together. "Thank you, Tony. Everyone." Steve said to them. The speech was heartfelt, and after the rough beginnings of the Avengers, Steve was happy of how far they've come, especially between him and Tony. While they disagreed on various topics still, he knew that the other man would have his back. With that thought, the six of them downed the scotch.

Clint moaned before taking the bottle out of Tony's hand. "Good choice, Stark."

"I do tend to surprise every now and again." Tony bragged.

"Not bad, for a mortal drink." Thor said, with a teasing in his voice that made the billionaire give him a dull look.

"Okay, let's move you away before you make him build an armor to kill you." Banner led Thor to the couch where Clint was helping himself to another glass.

Tony set his glass aside and clapped his hands, rubbing them in excitement. "Now, you were surrounded by aliens and their toys, I have so many questions."

"You mind if I rest first?" Steve chuckled at the man's child-like energy.

A very child-like moan escaped Tony before he sighed. "Fine, I suppose after such an exciting day, you need your nap."

"I appreciate your concern." Steve joked back with him.

"And don't worry about the suit, I can get started on a new one, maybe recycle-"

"Actually," Steve stopped him, "I wanted to keep the suit. To remind me of over there."

"Souvenir? Huh, didn't think you were the type, Cap." Tony teased him but nodded. "Say no more."

"I appreciate that." He set the glass down before looking at Tony once more. "Thank you, Tony, for bringing me back."

A nonchalant shrug came from the Iron Man. "It was nothing, Steve."

With a parting smile, Steve patted his shoulder and left the party to his fellow Avengers. He walked further away, leaving the rec room to head to his quarters, but he stopped halfway to turn back and watch his team.

They weren't soldiers like the Howling Commandos or the Clones, but the bond between them, Steve wouldn't trade it for anything. Even now, as Tony approached Banner, Thor, and Clint during one of the Asgardian's stories, Steve wouldn't trade it for anything.

He felt her before he turned to see the redhead beside him, not surprised she could seamlessly get out of a room unseen or noticed.

"Some of us were starting to get worried." Natasha crossed her arms with a knowing look aimed at him.

"Sorry, I know how you hate that."

Natasha smirked. "It was unbearable, but it was worse for Tony. I think he cried."

"I'll be sure not to leave so suddenly next time." Steve smiled back. The Widow let her eyes linger on the Captain for a moment longer, before walking away. Steve made to move to his room, but looked at the retreating form of Natasha, who looked back at him before they both stepped out of each other's view.

Earth-1, Central City

Dinah Lance looked up to see Sara and Laurel walking in, and greeted them pleasantly. "Oh hello, Laurel, Sara. Its so good to see you again, my dear."

"Tell us what you know about Savage, mom", Sara simply said, Dinah's face falling at her younger daughter's tone.

"Right", Dinah looked through some papers, before getting one out. "I met a group of conspiracy theorists regarding this once. Pentagon had a file on him back in 1986, but it's been heavily redacted."

"And, what do you know?" Laurel then asked with folded arms.

"He is a myth, an urban legend, and has been compared to Machiavelli and Nostradamus", Dinah explained.

"Well, I met this myth, he packs a wallop", Sara shrugged.

"From what this guy says", Dinah narrowed her eyes. "Savage's life is the result of an unearthly calamity. Any object associated with it could undo its effects and kill him."

"What is the calamity?" Laurel asked.

"During the Middle Kingdom, Egypt experienced a high level of meteorite activity", Dinah explained. "This could have to do with that."

"We need to get Kendra or Carter to remember, then we can put the pieces together", Sara told Laurel, who nodded.

"Are you….angry with me?" Dinah finally asked.

"Do you even need to ask that, mom?" Sara asked, before laughing humorlessly.

"What did I do?" Dinah inquired.

"Every time the going gets tough, you run, mom", Laurel said, barely controlling her tears. "When Sara was lost after the Gambit, you ran. You never considered that me and dad needed you too. You didn't even stay when Sara came back!"

Dinah started. "I was try-"

"Even now, you couldn't be bothered beyond one phone call", Sara said sadly. "Thank you for your help here, mom. But parenting clearly isn't for you."

"Look", Dinah said. "I know I've messed up badly with both of you, but Sara, please, give me another chance. One more chance!"

"You'll have to earn it", Sara simply said.

"Oh thank you so much, baby", Dinah said as she moved to embrace Sara, who stepped back.

"Like I said, you'll have to earn it", Sara pointed out, before walking out.

"Laurel", Dinah turned to her. "I'm sorry."

"We will see about that, mom", Laurel sighed, before walking out.

Kendra had just sprouted wings, and pinned Carter down, when Cisco arrived. "Can I talk to Kendra for a bit?"

She got off of him, stepping back, as Carter stood up and shrugged. "Sure." He walked off.

"We should talk."

Kendra reminded. "I thought you were the one that said we should wait till this was all over."

"Oh, this isn't that talk", Cisco revealed. "This is the "trying to help you sprout wings" talk. Or at least keeping the wings up."

"How do you think I can do that?" Kendra inquired.

"Right now, you're focusing on the rage, but focus on the priestess, the nurturer inside of you", Cisco revealed to her.

"Carter wanted me to have a balance", Kendra remembered, then asked. "How do you know I was so good-hearted 4,000 years ago?"

"Because I know you, Kendra", Cisco said passionately. "Some things don't change. I think you're resisting because you feel you're not ready yet."

Kendra confessed. "Ever since I emerged, I've been remembering our first life, in Egypt. But….I don't want to accept that I'm some reincarnated Egyptian warrior priestess."

"Yeah, that's pretty heavy. But it's also pretty amazing", Cisco pointed out, and continued. "I've been through this, you know I have. And what you're going through right now, this is a gift. It's a miracle that most people don't even get to experience."

"Yeah, well, it feels like a nightmare", Kendra sighed.

"Yeah, but that- that is a choice", Cisco pointed out, letting her sit on a bench. "You can choose the other thing to remember who you are, or who you were. Close your eyes."

Seeing her face, he added while kneeling in front of her. "Just close your eyes." She did and exhaled. "Let yourself remember."

And remember Kendra did.

Ancient Egypt, centuries ago

Chay-Ara opened her eyes, lying next to Khufu. She removed the bedsheets, sitting up, causing Khufu to wake up as he held her. "Stay."

"I cannot, my prince", Chay-Ara told him as they shared a passionate kiss before parting. "Hath-Set and I need to make another offering to Horus. The augers have said more sky rocks will be falling soon."

"I hear he covets you", Khufu pointed out, concerned. "And what he says of feasting upon the flesh of men and women…I suspect ill intentions from him."

"He is only trying to find a way, no matter how evil it might look", Chay-Ara told Khufu. "I believe you can handle him."

"Prince Khufu."

The two stood up and turned around to see Hath-Set standing there, looking at them in utter hatred.

"What a surprise to find you here", he continued. "In Chay-Ara's bedchamber. You must know that the clergy is forbidden to lie with royalty."

"Leave us", Khufu snarled.

"The punishment for this transgression is death."

"I said, leave us!"

Hath-Set spun his staff to strike Khufu, who dodged and punched him, before being whacked to the ground. Chay-Ara made to run to him but he raised his hand, stopping her, while he told Khufu. "I'm not afraid of your father. Soon the sky rocks will destroy this kingdom and end his rule."

He turned to Chay-Ara and cupped her face in his hand, making her recoil in horror. "But first... I shall know Chay-Ara as you have known her."

Roaring, Khufu slammed into Hath-Set, throwing them both down as his staff fell away, but Hath-Set punned Khufu down and punched him many times.

Grabbing a knife, Chay-Ara stabbed his back, making him grunt as he staggered back, before ripping the knife out while he turned to Chay-Ara.

Khufu stood up behind him, and made to strike, but Hath-Set turned and stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Khufu!" Chay-Ara cried out in terror as Hath-Set pulled the knife out, Khufu falling to the ground, while she knelt near him. "Khufu! No!"

"Chay-Ara!" Khufu cried out as he gestured behind her, but it was too late, as Hath-Set stabbed her in the back as well.

He pulled the knife out as Chay-Ara fell next to Khufu.

Everything shook, the meteors falling everywhere, as Hath-Set walked around. "The sky rocks have come to destroy this kingdom!"

As he walked forth, he declared a curse. "And my hate will be everlasting. My enmity will never die. And I'll follow you from this life to the next, and to the next and to the next."

Chay-Ara and Khufu held hands as she prayed. "Horus... Your children need you now. We need your protection. Shroud us in your wings."

"I will wait... for eternity", Khufu said to her as they looked into each other's eyes. "Come back to me."

And then, he shut his eyes.

In her dying moments, Chay-Ara looked at Hath-set's staff, the two gemstones on it glowing, while the knife used to kill her and Khufu was next to it.

With that, she shut her eyes as well.

Present Day

Kendra opened her eyes with a gasp.

"What? What happened?" Cisco asked.

Kendra revealed. "I think I know how to beat Vandal Savage."

"The gauntlets won't work, they're missing a critical element", Cisco said to Oliver as he walked in with Kendra, who stood next to Carter.

"How do you know?" Diggle inquired.

"Because I remembered", Kendra revealed, turning to Carter. "I remember how Savage killed us the first time, back in Egypt."

"I've never been able to remember our first death in this life", Carter noted.

"Well, these sky rocks-meteors- they fell and they completely destroyed the royal palace", Kendra told the rest.

Felicity added. "During the Middle Kingdom, Egypt experienced a high level of meteorite activity." On getting looks, she said. "I know stuff."

"Mom said the same thing", Laurel remembered.

"So, how does it help stop Savage?" Sara wondered.

"The meteors, they had a glow about them", Kendra remembered. "And Savage's staff had two gemstones with the exact same glow."

Barry realized. "Yeah, the gemstones might be made up of the same element as the meteorite."

"The Egyptians would use meteorite in their craftsmanship", Felicity noted.

"And the minerals glow in proximity to each other", Caitlin said.

"So to defeat him, we need the same thing that he has", Strider realized. "Only with the same sky rock can Savage be slain."

Cisco agreed. "Two pieces of the same meteorite, like an Nth metal... that is the key to counter-acting the staff."

Felicity was researching on her laptop. "There's a sample of the meteorite from the Middle Kingdom at the Keystone City Museum of Natural..." Barry sped off and returned with the rock. "History."

"Hopefully I got the right one", Barry said as he held it out to Cisco.

"I could synthesize the compatible isotope out of this and coat the gauntlets with it", Cisco said as he walked off.

"Do it", Oliver said, then turned to Kendra. "Savage doesn't know that Kendra has gained access to all of her abilities. It makes you our ace in the hole."

"We need to surprise him", Strider agreed. "He will believe we are the ones he has to battle, but he will never think about you. And that is how we shall defeat him."

"Where do you need us?" Diggle asked Oliver.

"Suit up."

"I've to make some calls", Barry said as he walked out.

"To whom?" Sara inquired.

"A few people, can never have too much backup", Barry said, then walked out and called up Batman. "Hello?"

"Hello Barry, what's the progress? Savage hasn't tried anything since his meeting with you."

"Our 24 hours are almost up, but we've a workable plan", Barry explained to him. "So, here's what we're doing-"

Earth-3, Central City

The Fiddler was playing his violin, as the cops who were pointing guns at him had thrown them down, and were swaying to the music instead.

"There you go", the Fiddler smirked as he moved ahead. "Now I shall leave-"

At that moment, a speeding blur hit him, sending him falling down and rolling away, though he kept his grip on his violin.

He looked up to see the new Flash, the red-haired Kid Flash, standing before him, in a yellow suit, the lightning bolt symbol on the chest. "Give it up, Fiddler. Besides, I'm not a violin guy myself, I prefer guitar."

"Well", Fiddler said as he stood up. "I can change your mind."

And then, he played the violin, as Kid Flash made to run towards him, only to stop, now under his control.

That was when Jay Garrick arrived, and was horrified to see what was happening.

"Kid Flash", he called out to him.

"Kill the Flash", the Fiddler commanded Kid Flash, who rushed at Jay.

Jay rushed at him too, and then both started running in circles around the area, Kid Flash punching Jay's face as he sent Jay back, while Kid Flash rushed him again, but Jay got up and grasped his arm, and then his back, pushing him off and throwing him down.

Kid Flash quickly got up and rushed Jay again, who dodged, then decked his gut, winding him, only to be head-butted back, before Kid Flash grabbed his collar and threw him to the other side, near a building.

As Kid Flash rushed him, Jay got up and ran up the building, Kid Flash running after him, but not being fast enough to really run up a building yet.

Very quickly, he started falling downwards, and taking the opportunity, Jay ran to the ground and twirled his arms at super speed, slowing Kid Flash's fall, and when he was near the ground, Jay stopped twirling his arms, letting Kid Flash fall to the ground gently, knocking him out.

Then, he turned to Fiddler, who just smirked. "I can do the same to you."

He played his violin, and Jay seemed to be in his control, while he said. "Now, kill these cops."

Jay rushed, and then snatched Fiddler's violin, before phasing his hand through it, destroying it.

"NOOOO!" Fiddler yelled in horror as he looked at Jay Garrick. "How did you-"

Jay turned his head to show he'd some specialized earbuds fitted into his ear, preventing him from being affected by the violin. Courtesy of himself and Joan Williams.

The cops, who were out of his control now, walked towards him, cuffing him and leading him away as he yelled. "This can't be! NO!"

"Thank you, Flash", one cop said, Jay nodding as the Fiddler was put in a police van.

Jay ran to where Kid Flash was now waking up, as he groaned. "What happened?"

"You didn't listen and got yourself controlled is what happened, young man", Jay told him sternly while pointing a finger at him. "You're fast, Wally, but you need to learn to stop and listen sometimes."

"I didn't think he'd be a problem, Gramps", Wally West groaned as Jay helped him up.

"Most of your enemies are not as fast as you, but they can always take on you in other ways", Jay pointed out. "You'd do well to remember that."

"Got it, see ya around, Gramps", Wally then said before speeding off, Jay shaking his head.

"Kids these days."

"Does that include me?"

Jay chuckled as he turned around to see Barry. "Hey Barry, good to see you around."

"Yeah, you too Jay", Barry told him, before gesturing to where Wally had sped off. "Who was that?"

"New speedster in town, turns out another particle accelerator exploded while I was Zoom's prisoner", Jay explained to Barry. "He is good, but he is cocky."

"I was too when I first started out", Barry told Jay. "I'm sure you'll make him better."

"I hope so too", Jay said, then added. "I don't think this is a social visit."

"No, its not", Barry shook his head. "I need your help…."

Universe-208, Tatooine

Quinlan Vos made it to the edge of the rock formation surrounding the camp of Mandalorians. He Force jumped, using ledges in the rock face to get to the top before looking down and yelling. "Need a hand?"

Blade gave him an unimpressed look behind the shades and, still hyped up on Dooku's blood, performed the same feat as Vos by leaping up by using the footholds. Quinlan was surprised and impressed. "Not bad."

He lead Blade to his shuttle. When inside, he said. "Take a seat, takeoff shouldn't last more than a minute." Blade uncomfortably took a seat next to Quinlan, and gripped his seat as the ship levitated up, the landing gear retracting before shooting up.

Quinlan looked over and saw Blade's rather distressed look. "First time flyer?"

"Motherfucker, keep your eyes on the sky!"

"Yeah, you're right.'" Quinlan drawled out, leaning back in his seat with only a pinky on the controls. "Would be really bad if I didn't focus on this clear sky, about to turn into a clear orbit." Blade glared hard at the tall Jedi before the blue skies turned into the pitch black dotted by the distant light of stars. Blade released his hold on his seat to stare across the void beyond the planet that he had been stuck on for weeks.

"Should take us-" The roguish Jedi stopped when he heard the click of a weapon, and he moved his eye to the corner of his vision to find one of his target's weapons pointed at his head.

"Now hold on, dreadlocks, I think it's time we had a talk."

"Okay." Quinlan dabbled across the controls to put the ship on autopilot before turning his seat to look at the new wielder of the Darksaber. "Let's talk. Although, fair warning, I do better without a gun pointed at my head."

Releasing his breath, Blade did lower his gun, but did not holster it. "Who are you?"

"Quinlan Vos, Jedi Master, and yes," the Kiffu Jedi held up his hand to a silent Daywalker, "I know you have no idea what that means."

"You're some kind of Space wizard."

"...that is an offensively simple way of describing a Jedi."

"Does it look like I give a damn?" He did not. Quinlan sighed.

"Look, man, the Jedi Council contacted me because I was in the system and told me to investigate a disturbance in the Force they've been feeling for a while."

"A disturbance?"

Quinlan shrugged. "Disturbance" was the only way to describe how the Force was rippling around the guy in front of him. "We feel things, and we feel that you don't belong in this galaxy."

"I don't." Blade holstered his pistol and turned his seat to face the man with the face marking. "Yet I've been stuck in that sandbox for weeks and none of you fools decided to do anything about it."

"Hey, you may not realize this, but we kind of have a war going on."

"And you're here because...?"

"Special assignment!" Guy was starting to annoy Vos, especially how blank his face stayed. "We can find a way to get you home, okay?" That actually perked Blade's interest, which Quinlan noticed. "Jedi can sense things, it goes beyond what we can describe, it's a feeling. The disturbances like you have been going back for months, but now we better understand them. Only the Council can get you home." That detail Blade held onto. It sounded eerily similar to details he'd heard back on Earth.

A long moment of silence developed in the shuttle. Blade's face was like a rock. It almost felt like he was staring at Windu's long-lost brother, Quinlan thought. On that note, the image of the purple lightsaber wielding Jedi and the new user of the Darksaber getting in a stare off actually brough a chuckle to the rogue's mind.

"You can take me back?" The question knocked Vos out of his daze.

"We can."

Quinlan let out a short laugh before activating the hyperdrive. Blade watched with unease as the man with dreadlocks turned to him with an unnerving smile. "This is the fun part." Next, he pushed a lever forward, and the hunter quickly held onto his seat before Blade went where no Daywalker has gone before.

Earth-1, Central City, Jurgens Industrials

Strider, Oliver and Barry walked into the place with Kendra and Carter, both cuffed, as Savage arrived, carrying his staff.

"Well met once more", Savage greeted the Heroes. "I am glad to see the wise decision was made." He looked at Strider, Oliver and Barry. "If you are alive to witness my rule, I shall give you high positions."

"Not interested", Barry shrugged.

"Either way, I thank you for bringing them to me", Savage said, taking out the knife he'd used to kill Khufu and Chay-Ara all those years ago.

He raised the knife, ready to stab them both, only for Oliver to fire an arrow as Kendra and Carter raised their chains, the arrow shattering those, while Strider swung his sword, slicing Savage's wrist, making him drop the knife while Strider kicked him back.

Carter then charged Savage, only for Savage to recover and blast him with his staff, sending him back.

"Now Kendra!" Oliver cried out, and Kendra's wings appeared, and she flew at Savage, throwing him down with her momentum before flying off.

Then, a van appeared, and Savage fired at Strider, Oliver and Barry, the three dodging, before he turned and fired at the van, causing it to steer around and stop, and out of the backdoor- Sara, Thea and Laurel came out, while Diggle came out of the driver seat, firing at Savage, who dodged, and Thea fired her arrows, Savage deflecting those too, while Sara's and Laurel's devices screeched.

Diggle rushed Savage, trying to punch, but was whacked by his staff, as Thea was kicked back, and Laurel was flipped down.

Then, two Batarangs hit Savage from behind and exploded, sending him flying forwards and falling down.

As Team Arrow looked up, Batman leapt down from a height, landing in a crouch while he glared at Savage.

"Oh boy!" Laurel said, awed on seeing Batman.

"We know Batman too?" Thea asked in shock and awe.

"Apparently we do", Diggle muttered in the same tone.

As Savage got up, Batman spun and kicked his face, sending him back, before Savage tried to strike with his staff, Batman blocking with his gauntlets and kneeing Savage back once more.

Then Sara joined the fray, clashing her bo-staff against his staff, before she twirled and whacked his face twice, kicking him back.

As the two made to strike again, Savage ducked and spun his staff, getting their feet as they fell down. He made to strike at Sara again, Oliver about to fire his arrow, when Sara suddenly screamed, and this time, the device didn't work.

However, a sonic wave popped out of her throat, hitting Savage point-blank and sending him flying back by a few feet, to everyone's shock.

"What the…" Diggle muttered in shock, as Sara stood up, looking at her throat.

"How…." She trailed off feebly, her throat sore from what she'd done.

"Sara, how did you do that?" Laurel asked her.

"I don't know", Sara confessed, looking shocked.

"We'll figure it out together", Oliver assured her as he walked to her, wrapping an arm around her.

As Savage staggered up, his ears still ringing, a speeding blur punched him, turning his face the other way, and then he was punched again from the other direction, throwing him off, before Jay Garrick stood in front of them, his arms folded.

When Savage got up, Kendra and Carter leapt, their wings sprouting, as Kendra kicked Savage's face, then Carter punched him, and Kendra kicked his chest.

Savage twirled and whacked Carter's face, sending him back, before Kendra tried to grab the staff, but he threw her to the other direction.

Carter got back up and punched his face twice, before being kicked back, when Kendra flew up and next to Carter, who stood back up.

Grasping Kendra's arm, Carter twirled her, and she punched Savage back.

As he charged to attack again, Strider blocked with his sword, then pushed him back, before unleashing swing after swing of his sword on Savage, who was pushed back as he struggled to block, while Strider got past his defenses and landed a gash across his chest, making him gasp, before kicking him back.

Oliver then fired two arrows and Batman hurled a Batarang at Savage, all explosives, as they beeped and exploded, sending Savage down while he groaned weakly.

Taking the opportunity, Barry ran and snatched the staff finally, and as Savage tried to stagger up, Barry used it to fire a beam at Savage, who was pushed back as he struggled against it.

"The gauntlets are working", Barry said as Oliver dropped his bow and ran next to him, Strider sheathing his sword and running next to them too, him and Oliver holding the staff as well, the three sharing the power with the gauntlets.

Savage struggled against the beam, trying to push forwards, but Strider, Oliver and Barry grunted and pushed forth with all their might, and Savage was blasted before he was burnt and reduced to ashes.

At that moment, the staff disappeared from Strider's, Oliver's and Barry's hands as well, while the rest walked up next to them.

"Did we do it? Is he gone?" Kendra inquired.

"Looks like it", Diggle muttered.

"I knew we could do it", Carter smiled at Kendra.

"Stuff like this is why I don't retire", Jay commented.

"So, we know the Batman?" Thea asked, turning to Batman. "Right, we know the Batman."

"He helped us track Savage to Central City actually, and he told us about the staff", Barry revealed to those who were not in the know.

"Whoa!" Laurel had to say, as she looked at him. "Thanks."

Batman just shrugged, while Strider said. "Savage has been slain now."

"Which means its over", Oliver sighed.

"How did I do that scream though?" Sara wondered. "And I can't be a meta-human…" Her eyes widened. "I was in Central City during the Particle Accelerator explosion though, keeping an eye on mom. The blast hit me, and knocked me out. But I was the same when I woke up, I'm not sure how I got these powers now."

She looked distressed, but Oliver and Laurel put their hands on her shoulders for comfort.

"I am sure that can be figured out", Batman said, all of them walking out of the place, leaving Savage's ashes behind.

Oliver and Batman stood on a rooftop during the night, both looking down, as Oliver said. "Thank you for your help here."

Batman simply nodded. "You're welcome, Oliver."

Oliver just smirked, then said. "You can ask for my help too if you need it, Bruce."

That made Batman turn to him in some shock. He usually did not get shocked.

"I can figure things out too", Oliver said with a shrug. "And I like what you're doing in your city, trying to save it."

"I was inspired by you, when you stopped the Undertaking", Bruce confessed, taking Oliver aback. "I tried to save my city then, but didn't go about it the best way….until now."

"I get the feeling myself", Oliver told him.

While the two did not share stuff with others, both of them found kindred spirits in each other, which was why they were talking like this.

"If you need my help, you can call on me here", Batman said as he tossed Oliver a phone like the one he'd given to Barry.

"It goes both ways", Oliver assured him before Batman nodded and ran off, leaping from the rooftop and gliding away.

"Thank you for your help, Jay", Barry thanked the veteran speedster who looked just like his father. "If you need help, you can call me as well."

"I know, kid", Jay said, putting a hand on Barry's shoulder. "But Wally alone is too much."

That made Barry chuckle before he and Jay shared a little hug, and as they parted, Jay tipped his hat. "See ya, kid." With that, he sped off.

Sara, Cisco, Kendra and Carter were walking together as Cisco asked. "So how do you feel now that Savage is pushing daisies? Does this mean you guys are the immortal ones now and he's the one who gets reincarnated? 'Cause that would suck."

"I just sprouted wings a while ago, and I'm just trying to wrap my head around that", Kendra confessed.

"Still, is Savage gone for good?" Sara inquired. "I mean, I was dead too, now I'm back. And he is an immortal."

"Well, I don't really know", Carter confessed. "We never defeated him before. But we're free."

He shared a smile and nod with Kendra, before Sara asked. "You finally have the rest of your lives in front of you. Have you thought about what you're going to do?"

"From what I remember, in our past lives, we used to help people", Kendra said, Carter nodding too. "After what you've done for me, I should give that a try myself, along with Carter here. Protect people from bad things."

"You make it sound like this try is happening somewhere else?" Sara inquired.

Carter told her. "In our prior incarnation, we used to live in St. Roch, and we really liked it there."

Looking at Cisco, Kendra asked. "Could Cisco and I have a moment?"

"Of course." Carter tapped Cisco's shoulder, giving him an apologetic look, and walked off with Sara.

Kendra told him. "Cisco... I'm really sorry."

"You know what, it's fine", Cisco assured her. "It's cool. It's actually kind of a classic story- boy meets girl, boy gets girl, girl sprouts wings and flies away with her reincarnated soul mate. Though its still a bit too much to take."

"It's kind of a complicated relationship."

"Hmm."

"Like most 4,000 year old relationships are, I guess", Kendra sighed. "Until a while ago, I'd no idea what to do with my life."

"And now you do?" Cisco inquired.

"I think I do", Kendra confessed.

Cisco sighed. "Ok. I made you something." He took a device out from his bag, giving it to Kendra. "To remember me by, I guess. I made it out of the Nth metal Barry got from the meteorite. It's got a micro GPS chip embedded in it. So, if you're ever in trouble, I'll come find you."

Smiling, Kendra kissed Cisco on the lips, and he returned it happily, before they parted.

"What was that for?" Cisco asked.

"For being you", Kendra smiled. "Thank you, Cisco."

Oliver and Barry were walking together, as the former said. "Well, we did it Barry. Savage has been taken out now."

"Yeah", Barry nodded. "Thanks for the help here. Now its time to send Strider back."

"He is something", Oliver had to say. "Really helped you out, didn't he?"

"Oh yeah, more than I thought possible", Barry sighed. "I guess, my life is looking up now. My dad is staying in Central City with me too."

"Good for you", Oliver smiled, before asking. "You wish he'd been there for you always, don't you?"

"I love Joe, and he is my father too", Barry confessed. "But yeah, I wish dad was part of my life, even if it didn't turn out that way. I guess, I just wish every kid got both parents in their lives."

"I get it", Oliver agreed, making his decision. "Thank you, Barry."

"For what?"

"Just…something", Oliver shrugged.

Barry then raised his arms as Oliver chuckled. "I'm not really a hugger, Barry."

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know", Barry shrugged before adding. "But the thing is, I am fast enough to just hug you without you knowing, so you might as well let me."

"Yeah."

Oliver and Barry shared a hug, before parting with smiles.

"Wasn't so bad, right?"

"I think I realize it now", Sara said with a sigh, looking ahead. "This sonic wave thing….must be a side-effect of the Lazarus Pit. My resurrection awoke the dormant power I got from the explosion."

"I'm sorry, Sara", Laurel apologized to her.

"Its fine, you just wanted me back", Sara assured her. "But….I'm not sure what to do about it."

"I'll be there for you", Laurel assured Sara, grasping her sister's hand as they looked at each other. "Every step of the way."

Sara smiled at her sister. "Thanks Laurel."

That was when Oliver and Cisco walked up to them, as Cisco said. "So Oliver, Sara, what you asked of me, its done. You'll find them back at your base very soon."

"What did you ask him?" Laurel inquired out of curiosity.

"You're going to see very soon", Oliver revealed with a smirk.

Connor was playing with his Flash action figures when Oliver walked onto the porch, Sandra noticing him as she told Connor. "Honey, why don't you finish that inside?"

"Mom, the Flash hasn't saved the city yet."

"Now, honey."

Connor went inside with a deep sigh as Oliver asked Sandra. "Can we talk?"

Sandra started. "Look, I don't know what you're trying to accomplish here, Oliver."

"I know, Sandra", Oliver said, cutting her off, and her face was enough to tell him he was right. "I know that Connor is my son."

"Ok..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Ok, just keep your voice down", Sandra requested, then revealed the truth to him. "Your mother told me not to."

"What?!"

Why would his mom do that?

"She offered me a million dollars to tell you that I miscarried."

Oliver still wasn't believing it. "My mother was a complicated person, but she would never do that."

Sandra sighed. "Wait here."

A little later, Sandra led Oliver into the house, showing him the cheque. "Here."

Now it hit Oliver at last. But why? Why had his own mother conspired to keep his son away from him?

"I never cashed it", Sandra told Oliver. "I didn't need her money to know I didn't want her anywhere near my child."

"Or me anywhere near him", Oliver noted as Sandra walked through the house, Oliver following her.

"So what, he can be just like his dad? Punching out paparazzi and getting young girls knocked up?"

"Sandra, I'm not that person anymore", Oliver told her.

Sandra turned to him. "I know, I know. You're-you're running for mayor, your mother was killed. Your friend Tommy, you're a different person now. Not to mention I've been with someone who was worse than you were then. But can you really tell me that your life is any less crazy? Can you honestly say that Connor isn't better off with your world kept away from his?"

Oliver acknowledged her point. "No, you're right, I'm being selfish. But I want an opportunity to get to know my son, and I think that a young boy deserves the opportunity to get to know his father."

Sandra argued. "He's happy. He's-he's well-adjusted. I don't want to run the risk of him getting sucked into your orbit. That can't happen." She finally made a decision. "Which means... That he can't know that you're his father. And nobody else can. I don't care if that sounds harsh. I'm his mother, and I will do whatever- whatever I feel I have to do to protect him."

Oliver started. "Sandra.."

"Oliver, you will do what I ask if you want a relationship with my son", Sandra said in no uncertain terms. "These are my conditions. You've already asked the world of me, I'm just asking for the same in return."

She walked to the table, doing her work.

Remembering Barry's words, Oliver made his decision.

"Okay", he said. "I won't tell anyone."

Sandra turned to him, and decided to give him a chance. "Connor is in his room. You're just a friend of mommy's, ok?"

A while later, Oliver stepped into Connor's room, seeing a lot of Flash as well as baseball merchandise here and there.

Well, he knew the two things his son was a huge fan of now.

"Hey, Connor", Oliver greeted, kneeling near him, seeing him play with a Flash and Captain Cold action figure.

"Hello."

"You like the Flash?" Oliver asked, before realizing a good way to continue the conversation. "Can I tell you a secret? I've actually met the Flash."

That got the kid's attention as he looked at Oliver like he was an Angel. "What's he like? Is he cool?"

"Yeah, he's cool", Oliver said, relaxing into his sitting position. "He's-he's one of the best guys that I know." He held out his hand. "I'm Oliver." Connor shook Oliver's hand with his little one. "I'm a friend of your mom's. We've known each other a long time."

"Want to play action figures?" Connor asked.

"Sure, sure", Oliver said, letting the kid hand him one action figure. "Connor, I'd love to come by every once in a while and say hello. Would that be all right with you?"

Connor seemed to be liking his company as he gestured to the action figure Oliver held. "It's Captain Cold. He's a bad guy."

"Yes, he is", Oliver agreed. "The Flash is going to have to be very fast to catch him."

"He will. He's the fastest man alive."

Connor quickly tapped the Captain Cold action figure with his Flash one.

"Oh!"

"Gotcha."

Earth-199999, Bowie, Arizona

Rambo and Eliot were sitting outside together now, quietly, and it was getting awkward, which both knew.

Rambo then gestured to the fence, which was broken at a point. "That needs fixing. I could use a hand."

"I got two", Eliot said after a minute.

They shared a brief smile with each other, before Rambo walked to the stables, Eliot following him, and there was a buckskin-colored horse, which Rambo grasped gently by the reins, and calmed it down, as Eliot saw a black one, and did the same to it, both working in tandem, as if connected.

They shared a look, before Rambo grabbed some gloves for the both of them, and Eliot grabbed some wire, both getting other equipment too.

Then they got onto their horses, and rode out to fix the fence together, father and son. Two men worn by war and the world they lived in, sharing some time together.

Earth-1, Central City, STAR Labs

"And this is it", Cisco said as he held up an inter-dimensional extrapolator to Strider. "It will help you go between your world and ours, and talk to us if you need anything. Sorry it took a while."

"There is nothing to forgive, Cisco", Strider assured him, taking the extrapolator in his hand. "It is time for me to go home now."

"We thank you once more, for all the help you've given us", Barry then said as he walked to Strider. "Thank you, for everything."

"All of you helped me understand this world as well, so I should thank you too", Strider told Barry, the two sharing an embrace.

As they parted, Caitlin walked up to Strider. "I guess this is it."

"For now, Caitlin", Strider assured her. "We will see each other again."

"Yeah", Caitlin agreed as she and Strider hugged.

"Well man, you're a medieval guy, who has learnt science quickly too, that makes you one of the coolest people I know", Cisco said, then gave Strider a hug that he returned with a chuckle.

"I would say you are 'cool' too", Strider said as they parted, making Cisco's eyes widen. "I have understood some words."

"Oh boy! This is awesome!" Cisco said.

"Thank you", Henry told Strider. "For what you said before."

Strider simply gave him a nod with a smile, as Harry held out his hand. "See you."

Strider shook his hand, then shared a nod with Joe, Jesse and Iris too, before opening a breach with the extrapolator.

Sharing one last look with Team Flash, Strider walked into it, and then it closed.

"I'm gonna miss him", Cisco muttered.

"That makes all of us", Barry told Cisco as they continued to stare where Strider was. "Let's hope we see him again, under better circumstances."

Middle-earth

A breach opened in the forest, Strider stepping out of it before it closed. He looked around, remembering he had been here before falling into Central City.

Now he had returned at long last, and there was work to be done.

He walked forth, deciding to go to Bree.

Earth-199999, Bowie, Arizona

Eliot and Rambo worked on the fence as the former noticed his slight limp. "What happened to your leg?"

Rambo chuckled, thinking he was hiding it better. Eliot had a keen eye. "An old friend asked for my help. I helped, and fought an alien for my trouble."

"That had to be a new experience, even for you."

"It was, nearly dying wasn't." Rambo admitted while unrolling the wire, Eliot helping to attach it to the fence. "Seen a lot of things in my life, some of which I'd rather take back. These past couple of months, I've never seen anything like these ugly bastards." Rambo finished the wire before ducking under to make room for the horses with Eliot. "What about you? What are you doing outside the Army?"

Eliot explained. "I was a contractor", his face turned grim, "and that's when the worst things I'd ever done happened, especially under this man called Damien Moreau", he sighed sadly, "then I tried to make it right. Couldn't even bear to hear my own name. Took on an alias, called myself Paladin." Rambo snorted, and Eliot nodded at what he was thinking. "I know, everyone has a name these days, but a paladin was a knight representing chivalry, and heroism. After Moreau...well, I wanted to be something like that. A good guy."

"Did you succeed?"

Eliot shrugged. "Maybe. I kept trying to avoid killing people, didn't even pick up a gun. Works most of the time." Eliot took off a new roll of wire from the saddle. "After a few years, I decided to use my name again, took work taking stuff from the bad guys." A hint of a smile graced his lips. "That's when I met my team."

"How are they?" Rambo inquired.

"The best people I know", Eliot said fondly. "They can be a pain...but they're my family. They made me better. Now we work together, stealing from the bad guys...for the good guys."

Rambo liked the sound of that and smirked himself. "Tell me more."

New York City, Avengers Tower

It was hours after the rest of the Avengers hit their quarters, early in the morning, when sleep became a challenge. Constant tossing and turning brought no help. Neither did the memories.

"Welcome to the 501st, Captain Rogers."

The ridge became engulfed by the fires of the bombs, leaving nothing but death for the Umbarans.

"Always nice to help a shiny."

"The civilian."

"The volunteer."

"AMBUSH!"

Electromagnetic plasma rained down on the 501st.

So many Clones falling. Dead. Completely exposed and ripe for the picking by the Umbaran militia. They did not need to die.

The glow of the lightsaber engulfed both Steve and Krell's faces.

Blaster fire filled the air, explosions ringing in the ears of the Clones from the repeated bombardment by the electromagnetic plasma cannons. Casualties were rising on both sides, yet neither were giving an inch.

The Umbaran fighter swooped down and cut through the men with no hope of stopping its onslaught.

"That's the price of war, Fives. We're soldiers. We have a duty to follow orders and if we must, lay down our lives for victory."

An awful shriek came from the crawler tank as it moved over the Clones without a sign of stopping the death it unleashed.

The corpses of the brothers laid out across the Umbaran gorge, left there to rot and torn apart by the animals.

The juggernaut tank ploughed through the barrage of missiles to fire back, leaving no trace of the men of the 501st.

A burning pain engulfed his arm as he grabbed the Umbaran, looking him in the eye before crushing his head like a grape.

Bolts of blue, red, and green filled the atmosphere while explosions impacted the ships.

"What can another laboratory experiment do to stop me!"

Steve was brought down to the ground like he was hit by a hammer, then raised up again before thrown down with bones breaking from the force.

Krell's hand raised and plunged the lightsaber into his abdomen.

Steve cried out as he felt his entire rib cage break.

The Besalisk's punches were an unrelenting flurry of fury, ending with one strong punch that drove Steve's skull against the bark.

The green glow was fuzzy in Steve's eye as he found it harder to keep them open. Krell reared his arm back and stabbed down.

Steve awoke with a gasp; heavy breathing caused his chest to heave up and down while his eyes scanned his surroundings.

He was home. Back in his Universe. Not Umbara. Not with Krell.

His panting slowed but the horror remained, Steve setting his feet on the ground while his hands gripped his head.

He couldn't stop seeing them. The Clones. Dead. Dying. Subjected to cruelty and enslavement. The death. The war-

Steve clenched his eyes shut and pulled on his hair, anything to stop the thoughts, but they wouldn't stop. He released his grip and the breath he was holding onto.

There was no hope for sleep now.

Steve dressed, grabbed his keys, and drove through the city. Not knowing where the destination his body was taking him, Steve passed the empty streets and lights without a care. Only when his bike seemed to stop did Steve realize where he was.

Grand Central Terminal. Right in front of the memorial.

In his mind, the Chitauri were back and razing the city, people were screaming in terror, monsters were coming to kill them all, or worse. The explosions filled the streets, and those unlucky enough were torn apart by the shots of the emotionless slaughter. Then, the aliens turned into Germans, both Nazis and HYDRA riddling whatever poor soul in front of them with lead, until the HYDRA guns wiped out a whole army, and leave nothing left. German was being shouted, until it turned to Umbaran, fighters raining down death as with every pass, less of the soldiers who one stood their remained, until there was no one left. No one.

Except Steve.

He couldn't do it anymore.

Knees crumbled to the ground and Steven Grant Rogers finally broke down the mask of strength he'd been wearing since the ice, and cried. Tears flowed down his face, for people lost in the war, the innocents lost in the Battle of New York, and the Clones who died because of that murderer. Sobs escaped him and he could not stop his body from shaking, it brought him to his hands and knees. His teeth gritted before his fist punched the concrete below him. It left an imprint and cracks but did nothing to stop the pain.

But Steve couldn't stop himself, his fists drove down into the pavement over and over and over, imagining the faces of the Nazis, HYDRA, Zola, Schmidt, Loki, Chitauri, Umbarans, Krell, and himself. He didn't stop beating his hand down, not even when his fists turned bloody.

Why didn't he do more?

He had no idea how long he wept. Minutes, or hours, it passed in a blur while he rewatched every death of the people lost right in front of him. His brothers in the Army, and his brothers among the Clones.

Why didn't he do more?

War, it was the very reason for him being here, but was it worth it? He doesn't know. There were no winners in war, only widows, orphans, people without homes, friends, families.

He tried so hard to stay strong. Everyone looked to him for strength, but Steve was not as strong as they all thought he was. He mourned, he grieved, and he felt pain.

Steve ended up on his knees, staring at the corner of the memorial. His gaze was empty. His mind was blank. His tears were dry, he wept every tear that had been built up since Umbara.

Why didn't he do more?

He did not know how long he stayed there, or how long he was being watched.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked, his voice hollow, and hoarse.

The sound of boots came closer until a familiar red head stood beside him, green eyes staring down at his blue eyes turned red from tears. "I didn't want you to be alone."

He didn't want to be alone. Steve only turned his gaze forward, staring aimlessly, letting his head fall, until Natasha caught him and brought him close and held him.

Bowie, Arizona

After hours of fixing the fence, Eliot and Rambo settled on the porch, the older soldier relaxing in his chair, while the hitter leaned against the railing, both with bottles in their hands, staring out as the sun lowered beneath the hills in the distance.

"You got a beautiful place here", Eliot said honestly. After the craziness of his life in recent years, especially the last few months, being on the back of a horse, with wind in his face, throwing in some good, honest manual labor, it was the best he'd felt in a long time.

Rambo agreed, there was only peace here. Hard earned peace, at least in the environment. The nightmares did not go away, but a home helped. "This was where I grew up. It belonged to my father." A pause. "Your grandfather."

A blink, and Eliot raised his bottle to his lips. "That's going to take some getting used to."

"That makes two of us." Both Army veterans took a sip of their beer before settling in a lapse of silence. "Where'd you grow up?"

"Oklahoma. It was good, I loved my life, loved my family...but I wanted to do more. See the world, change it...all went downhill from there." The sigh that left Eliot was full of regret. "I started off as a kid with hope of making the world better...what I did was-"

"Uncover the dirt and the blood, and get soaked along the way." Rambo finished. His son looked at him with misty eyes, making the older man stand up and approach the railing, Eliot standing up to stand beside the Vietnam war hero. His father. "We barely scrapped by when I was a kid. Mom died, dad took to the bottle, and took his hate out on me. Only good thing I had going for me were the horses, and the Navajo." Eliot turned his head with an arched brow, and feeling it rather than seeing, John only continued. "My mom was part of the tribe, they taught me how to survive off the land, how to fight, live. The elders, they were my family." A pained sight left him, much like the one Eliot released earlier, as memories of that night played in his head, Eliot growing both curious and horrified of what his father's life was like. "One night, my father was drinking more than usual, which was saying something." He stopped. He couldn't remember the last time he told this story, if he ever did. But now, with the son he never thought he had, he deserved, Rambo decided, to speak the truth. "He tried to kill me."

Hearing those words, Eliot nearly dropped his bottle.

"Came at me with a knife. I ran, but not before putting an arrow in him." John turned his back on the setting sun to look through the window into the house. "It was right there," he pointed into the kitchen, "I left him bleeding while I made it to town. Signed up for the Army to get away from here...don't know what would have happened if I stayed, but would have spared me a lot of pain."

"My God." Eliot whispered to himself. John Rambo always seemed to have lived a life of pain. It hurt to know such a man, a hero, a survivor, a victim, could have gone through it all.

"If I didn't enlist, never would have met the best men I ever knew. My friends. And Colonel Trautman." John looked his son in the eyes. "And I probably wouldn't have met your mother, or you." Laying a hand on his only child's shoulder, a rare smile appeared on John Rambo's face. "I thank whatever higher power that's out there that you were saved from living the same life as me."

"I'm not as good as you think." Eliot shook his head. "The things I've done...I wasn't the good guy, I was a killer. A monster."

"And you're trying to atone for what you did." Rambo gestured to the ranch. "Look at me, I'm hiding in the middle of nowhere, cutting myself off from the world. You still try to save lives."

"But-"

"You're a good man, I know you are." John patted Eliot's arm before turning back to the sun, as it finally sank below the hills. "Better than me. For what's worth, I'm proud of you, and thankful to the people who were lucky enough to raise you."

No words escaped Eliot, a myriad of emotions dwelled within him, none of which he felt was the right thing to say. Never did the hitter believe he would be in this position. His birth father was right here, he had an idea of the kind of...thing, Eliot was, the man saw the worst the world had to offer.

And he was proud of him. Part of Eliot did not feel he deserved it.

"There's a spare room, on the left if you go up. Sheets are in the closet. It's yours if you want." Rambo turned his gaze upwards.

Eliot followed, his eyes going up, and watching as the stars dotted the night sky, clouding their world with darkness but with bright spots piercing through the black. An emotional smile left Eliot.

"I think I'd like that."

Earth-1, Star City

Oliver was in the lair, only Sara with him, and she could only stare at him in shock. "Why would your mom do that?"

While he'd promised not to tell anyone, he still couldn't keep this with just himself forever. And Sara was the one person he trusted with this kind of information, she would not let anyone else know.

"I've no idea", Oliver said with a sigh, his voice turning bitter. "Probably thought I wasn't ready to be a father. But this…this wasn't her decision to make."

"I agree", Sara nodded. "So, how do you feel?"

"She was still my mom, but I'm not sure I'll ever forgive her for this", Oliver confessed to Sara honestly. "For my son…I do want a relationship with him. If this is as far as I can get for now, so be it."

"Ollie, mine and Laurel's mom has a thing for running when the going gets tough", Sara told him. "The fact that you're trying to be there for your son under these circumstances…it makes you a decent father in my book."

"Thank you, I appreciate it", Oliver told her. "And, about your powers…"

"Like I said, being resurrected most likely awoke it", Sara shrugged. "But I'll get used to it."

"You can learn to use it", Oliver pointed out to her. "And I'll be there with you, to help you with it."

"I know you will, Ollie", Sara smiled, before they turned to where the suits were displayed. "Time to suit up now."

Oliver and Sara stood on a rooftop, both in their suits.

Their new suits, that Cisco had made for them.

Oliver did not hate the suit he was using right now, even if the lack of sleeves was a bit weird, but the suit was now reminding him of the fact that he'd tried to go more lax than required, and that he was going the wrong way. So he wanted to ditch it.

While for Sara, she liked her suit, but she did not want it to conflict with Laurel's.

Oliver's new suit had a similar color scheme and design as his previous suit, but sleeves had been added to it as well.

Sara's suit was white, with a white long jacket and two coattails reaching down to mid-thigh and white gloves, and she also wore a white mask that resembled her black one from before.

Green Arrow and White Canary leapt off the rooftop, ready to fight crime in Star City.

Central City

Malcolm Merlyn walked towards Savage's ashes, kneeling down and collecting them in a pot. "Your hate will be everlasting. Your enmity will never die. It will follow them from this life into the next, and the next... And the next."

After collecting all the ashes, Malcolm shut the lid. "You owe me one, buddy."

"I'd say he does."

Malcolm turned around to see Lex Luthor and Helmut Zemo walking towards him.

"Who are you two?" Malcolm asked, holding the pot in one hand now.

"We are just men, with a proposition", Zemo said as he looked at Malcolm.

"One that I am sure will interest you quite a bit", Lex added with a smirk.

Looking into their eyes, Malcolm could tell what kind of people they were. They'd the same fire in their eyes that he did when he was planning the Undertaking.

"I'm listening."

Earth-199999

On a snow capped mountain, astride a large Eurasian brown bear, rode a green caped figure, hidden behind steel grey armor, but icy eyes peered behind the metal mask as he set his eyes on the capital of Latveria.

"Doom has returned."

And we're done with another chapter here.

The Savage crossover is done, and Kendra and Carter are gonna do their thing. Makes a whole lot of difference when they're actually likeable, doesn't it?

Samantha and William were named for the first time in the Savage crossover, up until then, we did not know their names, and they were speculated to be Sandra Hawke and Connor Hawke, so that's what I'm making them here. The writers' excuse for not making them Sandra and Connor was so pathetic, saying they changed their names so they could use Connor some other time in some other way if needed.

While the future Connor was an interesting character, still a pathetic excuse.

So, Savage also got the Sawyer family from 'The Texas Chainsaw Massacre' and Hannibal Lecter started on their own cannibalism diets. For TCM, I'm thinking for Earth-1, the video game that came out in August, and the original 1974 masterpiece film are canon.

For Hannibal Lecter on Earth-1, all his films are canon, even though outside of 'Manhunter' and 'The Silence of the Lambs', they all suck, but they're all canon, since after 'The Silence of the Lambs' they were prequels anyways.

Thank you to gussygus28 for his help on these ideas.

And Sara has her Canary Cry. I was gonna give it to Laurel, but Earth-1 Laurel never worked as a main character frankly, she worked best as a supporting character and a lawyer, rather than a vigilante, and every time they gave her any arc focused on her, she just became a pain in the ass, so I'm not big on Arrowverse Earth-1 Laurel as a vigilante.

Sara always felt more like the true Black Canary from the comics than Laurel ever did, at least in Arrow Season 2 (they ruined her character in LOT), and she and Oliver also had the best relationship in the entire show. So, even as White Canary, Sara is getting the Canary Cry.

Now Oliver has his suit from Season 5, my personal favorite suit, and Sara has her White Canary suit from LOT Season 2, with a mask added, since she is not time-travelling here, and would need the mask.

While Arrowverse Earth-1 Wally will show up, and will get his powers (still thinking on the how), I've always had a soft spot for the red-haired Wally West, he is a favorite of mine, and he was even the main Flash in the comics for decades due to Barry's death in COIE, but after Barry's return, he keeps getting shafted, and even in adaptations, outside of DCAU and YJ, he doesn't get much attention, even DCAMU erased him from that cameo in the flashback of 'The Judas Contract' and said he was Barry instead, which was stupid.

Imagine Cameron Monaghan as Earth-3 Wally West, and Joel Tobeck as Earth-3 Fiddler, thank you to gussygus28 for the castings.

Rambo and Eliot connect, and Eliot gets some answers about his true parentage. Billy Spencer will be coming too, don't worry, even if Rambo is his biological father, Billy raised Eliot, and is his father too. Hope the conversation was enjoyed.

Meanwhile, Blade and Quinlan also start talking.

While Steve is comforted by Natasha after everything he went through.

Thanks a lot to Brainstorm Sorcerer for all his writing for these scenes.

Aragorn is finally back in Middle-earth after so many chapters, so now, the main plot of there can begin in earnest, after a while.

Malcolm has collected Savage's ashes, but unlike canon, where we don't know what came of it, here, something will, since Lex and Zemo have recruited him, so now, its Lex, Zemo, Malcolm and Zoom all together, and Savage when he is brought back.

And then there's the final scene too.

Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter next year. Happy New Year everyone!