Heroes coming together Chapter 16: Once More, With Feeling Part 2, a Flash + Avengers Crossover fanfic

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Chapter 16- Once More, With Feeling Part 2

Universe-208, Tatooine

Ears ringing, the Daywalker let out a groan as he pushed his body to sit up. Whatever hit him and interrupted the fight with Vizsla knocked the wind out of him and, upon feeling his face with shut eyes, he found his shades were gone, again. Annoyance would have engulfed Blade; had he not opened his eyes and discovered the state of the camp.

Explosions were going off throughout the enclosed space, tents on fire, and blaster bolts of red and yellow were in the air. Something dark flew over the Vampire hunter's head, he couldn't make it out from the blazing sun, but it was large, round, and was shooting down any Mandalorian it could see before flying away from the ground, and leaving, to Blade's discomfort, a dozen robust, grey robots on the ground and shooting anyone wearing armor with their left armcannons.

Heaving himself to his feet, Blade found himself pulled from behind. He turned, his arm enveloping the limb grabbing his own, drawing his pistol to point at their head, only to find Bo-Katan's helmet staring back at him. "Kryze?"

"We need cover, come on!" Blade didn't fight this time, following her as they passed scenes of chaos. Running past tents, Blade could see Mandalorians in firefights with those bulky robots. Then one of the machines raised their other arm, and a rocket flew out and exploded against the Death Watch soldiers' protection. There was no telling if they were alive, but Blade couldn't stay long enough to find out before he saw more of those flying things, glowing red eyes at its front, gunning for the Daywalker and the red headed Mandalorian, only for a rocket to hit it from the side, sending it off course and crashing into the sand, taking out several robots along the way.

Mandaorians flew overhead, raining down laser fire on the enemy, whoever they were, Blade did not know before he and Bo-Katan rounded a corner and found Vizsla swing his Darksaber down the middle of one of those robots, before riddling another with bolts from his gauntlet, the yellow shots riddling the large body before crumpling to the sand. It was then that Vizsla took notice of them and approached, a glare sent Blade's way before addressing his lieutenant. "Did you get the signal out?"

"Our squads are already on their way back, but I don't know how long we can hold them off." Bo-Katan told the head of Clan Vizsla.

Grimacing, Pre Vizsla looked around at the battle with a frown. "What do the Separatists gain from attacking us?"

"How about we focus on getting the fuck out of here!" Blade told the Mandalorian. He could fight all day, but robots was a long step away from Vampires, and he'd only dealt with that skinny shit from the train.

Vizsla glared at him. "You can run, hide, do whatever you want. I care not for your fate."

"But sir-"

"No, Bo-Katan, Saxon was right. The outsider does not belong here." Vizsla spat at Blade in disgust, and he would have shot back at him, had another flying jet ship thing, whatever they were called, hovered not far from them. This one was much different from the previous ship, instead of droids and guns, it had a long fin sprouting from the back before it turned, allowing doors to open and a ramp to lower.

"Dooku." Vizsla growled the word with hate. Blade observed the man that walked out of the ship, a tall, no, a towering older man, with a white hair and beard partly covering his sharp features, dark brown eyes that barely glanced at the destruction and death. His clothes were regal and expressed elegance, a brown cloak clasped by chains that went down until just below his knees, a curved metal cylinder at his side that Blade, if the Darksaber was anything to go by, could tell was a similar weapon to Vizsla's own. His expression was stoic, apathetic even as he approached the Daywalker and Mandalorians without a hint of worry, even as the battle raged around him.

"What do you want with us, Dooku?"

"Rest assured, Pre Vizsla, it is neither you nor your mercenaries that I am after. However, eliminating you seemed the most practical decision after your presence was discovered." His voice was cold and factual, dignified and educated. He moved his eyes from the Death Watch leader to the dark-skinned warrior, and narrowed his gaze. The Force seemed to ripple around him, but he was no Jedi, or Sith, there was an unnatural air to the man, however.

"Mandalorians don't die easy." Vizsla charged with his Darksaber dragging through the sand until he closed the distance swinging for an upward strike that, to Blade's own shock, was blocked by a long, straight, and red glowing blade. Blade did not even see Dooku draw the hilt.

"No, just stubbornly." Dooku calmly spoke over the hissing of the plasma weapons meeting. Dooku stepped back, allowing Vizsla to press his attack with heavy swings, each effortlessly deflected by the Sith before meeting the Darksaber again in a deadlock. "You must know how this shall end." A sinister look crossed the once stoic face. "Allow me to show you." Dooku stepped to the side, allowing Vizsla to lose his footing for a second, which was enough for Dooku's red blade to swing across for the Mandalorian's head.

Seeing what's coming for him, Vizsla managed to lean back and activate his jetpack to jettison away, but he was not fast enough to avoid the tip of the lightsaber completely, grazing across his cheek below his eye. The small contact was enough to make Vizsla cry out and stop his jetpack, rolling in the sand to clutch his face, until he felt every cell of his body burn.

Lightning coursing through his body, fired from the fingertips of the Sith Lord. It would go on for seconds but feel like hours before Dooku ended his assault, letting Vizsla collapse into the sand.

Dooku stared down at the warrior, not even glancing when he used his lightsaber to deflect more blaster bolts above him. He looked at the woman flying around him, his hand angling his lightsaber to block the shots, before twirling his weapon and letting another barrage of Force lightning free from his hand, striking the Death Watch soldier mid-air and sending her crumpling into wreckage.

Dooku finally turned to the target his master sent him after on this miserable planet to capture. He seemed to have no fear, even as Darth Tyrannus came ever closer, despite the display of the Dark Side. "As you can see, fighting me is not advisable. Your Mandalorian friends, however, are too proud to accept the truth."

"They aren't my friends." Blade rebuked.

An amused hum escaped the fallen Jedi. "Then you shall not care when the droids finish them off?" No reaction. Dooku's curiosity was piqued. "Come with me, and they may live."

"That's not happening."

Faster than Dooku expected, the stranger in the Force drew two handguns from his sides, however, they were not blasters, as he discovered when he raised his hand to block the shots. Physical projectiles. The stranger was fast, Dooku observed as the man rushed to the side of the Sith before leaping with his foot forward in a kick. Dooku stepped away from the attack and turned to swing upward at the warrior, only for him to roll over the sand, kicking back into Dooku's stomach. The strength of the blow took the dark sider by surprise, winding him long enough for Blade to pull a cannister from his belt, and spray.

A pained gasp left Dooku as a burning took over his sight, blinding him. He tried to push away the stranger, but felt him come closer, and bite his neck.

Blade could not control it anymore. The thirst was driving him to the edge, if he didn't drink, he could lose his strength, or worse. Vizsla was on the top of this list during the duel, but now this bastard tried to catch him and do who knows what, that isn't happening, and now, Blade's got his game back.

Or so he thought.

An anger bloomed in Dooku from this indignity, and using the Dark Side, the former student of Grandmaster Yoda pushed the stranger with the Force, hard, sending him flying through the air, but righted himself before landing in a roll. A smirk was on his lips, with blood dripping from sharpened canines. Feeling his neck, an incensed Dooku glared at the warrior who again charged, drawing the sword from his back.

But he was taken by surprise.

Blade stepped to the left of Dooku and stabbed forth, but the man moved faster than he thought, and his burning red blade slashed down at his sword and sliced the weapon in half.

Whatever high Blade was feeling from the blood was gone. His sword, the very weapon he had for most of his life, gone. There was no reaction at first, just the numb feeling of watching the top half of his sword begin to fall to the ground, his mind flashing back to the day Whistler gave it to him.

"Take care of her, kid, and she'll take care of you."

Another blur, and Blade felt himself groan, his body on fire as he looked down at the red blade in his abdomen.

"My master wants you alive. He did not say whole!" Dooku hissed before retracting his lightsaber and let the lightning fly from his fingertips. A dark gleeful smile formed on his lips as the Force lightning made the man yell out in agony, his skeleton briefly seen before Dooku's power raised him up over the ground, only to crash him back down. He repeated the process again, before flicking his hand to the side, throwing the stranger's body through flaming debris and tents, before flicking to the other side, sending the target rolling in the sand until he crashed next to an unconscious Pre Vizsla.

Most of Dooku's anger began to fade away, yet he held some disappointment as he walked toward the man who seemed out of place in the Force. Part of him desired to see if this stranger truly knew how to wield a blade, the duelist in him desired a challenge, he so rarely received such a chance to test himself beyond training Grievous and his former apprentices, and the rare duels he has with other Jedi. However, it seemed his thirst for an opponent of such skill was not to be today.

Or was it?

Count Dooku turned as a figure landed in the small clearing among the tents and debris from the still ongoing battle between the remaining Mandalorians and droids. Dooku quirked a brow at the man he knew. "It seems I was not the only one who sensed this "disturbance"."

"Hey, considering your age, you should be proud you've senses that work, Count." The man snipped back with a smirk. His long dark hair was done in dreadlocks, yellow facial paint drew a line across his cheeks and nose, standing only slightly shorter than the Count himself. However, while Dooku was lean and dignified, the newcomer was muscular and rugged, his appearance a unique take on the Jedi robes, with no sleeves, and armor around his chest, with one pauldron on his right shoulder.

"Quinlan Vos."

"That's Master Quinlan Vos to you." The Jedi pointed out.

A sad sigh escaped the elder Force-sensitive. "Truly the Jedi Order has fallen on dark times."

Quinlan's face turned into a deadpan. "Now you're just being mean." He said before his lightsaber flew from his waist to his hand and he attacked.

Spinning, Quinlan tried to strike Dooku who blocked a few times, then dodged a strike and thrust his hand forth, sending Quinlan flying back.

Quinlan landed on his feet, barely blocking some strikes from Dooku before they ended up in a deadlock, Dooku pushing Vos back before backing off himself. Quinlan spun and struck again, Dooku blocking, then dodging and trying to strike as Vos rolled away, and blocked another strike before getting up as they continued to battle.

Quinlan tried to flip and strike but Dooku struck his lightsaber so hard he fell down. Quickly picking himself back up, Quinlan twirled his lightsaber as Dooku marched to him, both clashing once more. As they clashed a second time, the strength with which Dooku struck disarmed Vos.

Then he swung at Quinlan but he ducked and used the Force to call his lightsaber back, barely blocking another strike as it activated. Then he avoided another strike by flipping, before trying to strike as Dooku just backed to avoid and knelt, blocking another strike.

Then he struck again but Quinlan flipped, avoiding another strike, only for Dooku to spin and thrust out his hand, the power of the Force sending Vos falling down, his lightsaber falling away too.

Dooku slowly marched towards him, as Quinlan groaned and picked it back up, before standing up and reactivating the lightsaber. Then he tried to Force push Dooku back, but Dooku resisted as he pushed Quinlan back slightly instead, and then they clashed once more, blocking each other's strikes, until Quinlan slightly pushed Dooku back with the Force.

Then he struck again, Quinlan barely blocking and trying to strike a few times, Dooku blocking every time, before their lightsabers met in a deadlock. They backed off, as Quinlan struck but Dooku spun and blocked, then dodged another swing, and ducked to avoid another, before striking as Quinlan spun and blocked.

They clashed once more before Quinlan leapt into the air and spun to Dooku's other side, trying to strike. "Am I moving too fast for you, old man?"

But Dooku blocked that strike too as Quinlan landed. "Evidently not." Their clashing continued, before Quinlan struck forth as Dooku stepped to the side, making Vos stagger forwards.

Then he struck forth, clashing with Quinlan again as both tried to Force Push each other, then pulled their hands back, before Quinlan struck forth, while Dooku spun and held out his hand, using the Force to stop Quinlan's lightsaber.

Quinlan managed to barely pull back, then ducked to avoid a swing by Dooku, before trying to strike him as Dooku blocked all times, then brought his lightsaber down on Vos, though he blocked, but then Dooku gave an upwards swing to Quinlan's lightsaber, the strength of the blow sending him flying off and falling to the ground, his lightsaber dropping.

Holding out his hand, Dooku started slamming Quinlan with Sith Lightning, making him convulse violently.

Unseen to anyone else, someone picked up the fallen Darksaber, activating it, as the humming was heard.

Quinlan was convulsing and smoking when Dooku sensed danger and whipped out his lightsaber to slash a projectile spinning for his head, only for the two halves of the shuriken to hit the ground.

Darth Tyrannus turned from them to the man responsible, and there stood Blade, with the Darksaber having come to life in his hand.

"Do you truly seek to venture down this path?"

"Rather this than you boring me to death, motherfucker." Blade snapped back, and humor returned to the Count.

Swinging his lightsaber, Dooku's face was illuminated in red as he performed the Makashi salute, before shifting his weapon to a one-handed low guard.

Human blood after a long period of thirst was like a drug, you always needed more. Not Blade, as much as he craved the blood, he wanted payback even more. Now, with Dooku's blood reinvigorating him, the Daywalker's wounds healed, and he wanted to return the favor.

Blade then struck forth with the Darksaber, Dooku blocking as the weapons clashed once more, the Darksaber now having a different wielder. Dooku tried to strike as Blade backed and blocked, then spun and struck as Dooku blocked and backed.

Both glared at each other, then Dooku struck forth again, as Blade blocked his strikes while backing. No matter how fast Dooku swung his lightsaber, Blade always brought the Darksaber in the way to block.

Dooku had never fought someone who was not a Jedi, who could move this fast. Blade then struck as Dooku blocked, and then he spun and struck, Dooku blocking again while they circled each other, now Dooku blocking Blade's strikes before trying to swing at his chest. However, Blade leapt into the air to avoid and swung the Darksaber at Dooku's chest as well.

Dooku barely backed off but the Darksaber managed to cut into his clothing, causing smoke to emit from there, as he looked down in shock, then glared at Blade, who was ready to fight once more.

Dooku grunted, as Blade struck and he blocked, and their clashing continued, then they circled each other and clashed again. As Dooku tried to strike, Blade spun and blocked while putting the Darksaber to his back, then prepared to fight again.

Blade then tried to strike at Dooku's head, but Dooku used the Force to stop the Darksaber, only for Quinlan to leap in with his own lightsaber, as Dooku's concentration was broken, and he was forced to deflect Quinlan's strikes while backing, before the Jedi stood next to Blade. The two eyed each other before moving back to Dooku.

"Got anything else to say, old man?"

Dooku began to smirk, but it stopped when he heard the sound of incoming ships. Turning his gaze upward, he found several more Mandalorian starships, and Death Watch soldiers beginning to surround the Sith Lord. Pre Vizsla limped forward from among his Mandalorians, sporting a new scar across his cheek while Bo-Katan required aid to stand next to her comrades.

Quinlan looked around, and despite him being a Jedi surrounded by Mandalorian terrorists, he felt pretty good, grinning at their odds. "Alright."

Turning his eyes to stranger in the Force wielding the Darksaber, Dooku narrowed his eyes while pressing his communicator. "Another time." He said before thrusting his hands forward.

The Mandalorians, Jedi, and Daywalker all felt themselves thrown back as a sand rose up like a storm and blocked their vision. Quinlan jumped back to his feet and waved his hand to the side, the sand pushed away, only to see Dooku's ship flying away.

"Well…all things considered, that went pretty well." Dueled Count Dooku, one of the greatest swordsmen to ever join the Jedi and live to talk about it while also completing his mission, it was a good day, he couldn't wait to brag about it to Kenobi when he got back from Umbara.

Shifting his gaze from the retreating ship to the man he was looking for, Quinlan opened his mouth, only to have a dozen angry Mandalorians point their blasters at him, and the guy currently holding the black lightsaber. With a blink and a smile, Quinlan turned to look at the Death Watch leader. "I don't suppose we can talk this out?"

Earth-92, Sunnydale

As Sora was making his way through the streets, he saw the masked minions carrying Dawn away really fast, the bag still on her head.

Quickly hiding, Sora peeked ahead, then decided to follow.

Earth-199999, The Bus

Rambo sat on a chair, Jemma Simmons next to him, running tests on his blood.

"Can I go now?" Rambo asked simply with an annoyed grunt.

"I'm sorry, Captain…sir", Jemma said apologetically, looking at the vial as she poured it onto a slab, while continuing to run her tests.

Rambo looked out at Coulson and Melinda, both watching him, and they shared a bit of a look, before Rambo turned back to look at Simmons, as well as Leopold 'Leo' Fitz, who was there, trying to help her.

"Uhh…uhh", Fitz stuttered a bit, as Jemma handled him the vial. "I guess I will….run..yeah, run it….run the…run it through the…."

"You have a problem in speaking, son?" Rambo asked the young scientist kindly.

"Its just…." Fitz pointed to his head. "Lack of oxygen…..for a while only." He seemed close to breaking down now, Simmons looking distressed just on seeing his condition. "All because he….threw us into the ocean!"

Fitz was looking like he was losing it. Simmons moved to do something, while Coulson and Melinda were about to walk in as well, but to their shock, the Vietnam War Veteran beat them to it.

Embracing Fitz like he was his son, Rambo gently did a 'shushing' sound, remembering when Colonel Trautman had embraced him the same way all those years ago, after the mess with Teasle.

"I know, son, its hard", Rambo whispered to Fitz. "You feel like there is no one there for you, no one who can understand. And in my case, it was true."

As Fitz panted, Rambo continued. "But in your case, its not." Glancing at Jemma, then at Coulson and Melinda outside, Rambo assured the young man. "You have people with you, who do understand. Who're family. Let them in, let them help you."

Fitz took some deep breaths, calming down bit by bit, as Rambo let him go, Simmons putting a hand on his shoulder for support.

Rambo just sat back down in place, sighing, while outside, Coulson and Melinda shared a look.

New York City, Avengers Tower

"This is…most remarkable." Dr. Helen Cho paced the main lab of Avengers Tower, looking over the screens of data flowing before her. Tony, Banner, Thor, Natasha, Clint, Piotr and Bobby were with her, as four screens showcased Reed, Susan, Johnny and Ben in a separate room. A special system let them communicate with each other while still securing them for their safety as well as others.

Johnny was smiling as he snapped his fingers, watching them burst with flame. He whirled his hand around as it covered him more, letting out a laugh before it extinguished. Sue had managed to regain her normal appearance but still seemed to be fading in and out now and then. Reed was looking over the door carefully. As for Ben, he was sitting quietly on his reinforced bed. His body was now covered with what looked like orange rocks that had solidified, his hands with only four fingers. He seemed silent as he just brooded in his room.

"Their DNA has been altered in a fundamental way," Cho went on.

"No screaming shit," Tony remarked. "Is it permanent?"

Cho tapped her chin. "It's difficult to say. They are still adjusting so further mutations could be possible. As it stands, their chemistry is just aiding the transformation."

Banner was studying the readouts with great interest. "It's like my own blood after the gamma ray blast. But on a totally different level." He tapped Johnny's readout. "Storm here, it's like he's heating up from his inner core. Almost like someone dropped a blast furnace in him. He could reach temperatures at least 5000 degrees. Maybe bigger yet somehow he's not burning himself up."

"And Sue…vanishes," Tony noted, seeing her do it once more on screen.

"I believe she manipulates the light around her," Thor stated. "Yet also it doesn't seem to affect her own vision. It is also possible she can render other objects or even people out of sight as well."

Tony and Banner looked at Thor in surprise. "What is it, my friends?"

"You speak English?" Tony asked in shock.

"I am not sure what you're trying to say", Thor shook his head.

"Never judge a book by its cover", Natasha shrugged.

Banner looked to Ben's screen. "Grimm has undergone a huge metamorphosis. That hide of his is incredibly thick, bullet-resistant and probably stands up to explosives too. Plus, additional strength." He looked at the figure and sighed. "But, looks like he can't shift back."

"And Reed?"

"Extreme elasticity and malleable skin." The group turned to see Reed calmly entering the room. "Which I just demonstrated by stretching my hand under the crack of that doorway and open it from the outside." He reached out, his arm stretching outward, moving across the entire room to click one of the screens. Reed's eyes swept over the data and nodded as he took it in. "It's already established a lock onto the basic DNA blocks. Removing it would be a time-consuming process and quite possibly fatal."

Tony was clearly fighting over not making any one of a dozen quips on the outstretched arm. Cho was observing it with great interest while Reed looked over the screens. "We need to learn more. Much more about each of us and our capabilities."

"I'm sure Stark's resources here can help with that", Clint noted.

Reed nodded to him. "Thank you." He looked back at the screens as his arm returned to him. "The potential in us…It's astounding."

"And terrifying," Tony threw in.

"That's what makes the risk so rewarding."

"You worry me, Reed."

"If he is worried, its bad", Natasha had to say.

"We have people who can help with this too", Piotr told Reed.

"If you all agree to it of course", Bobby added.

Universe-208, Umbara

A day had passed since the Umbaran airbase was taken, and Steve was arrested for "attacking" Krell. After everything that alien bastard put the Clones through, there was no shred of regret in Steve over his actions. Those soldiers sacrificed themselves for a cause not of their own choosing, yet Krell wrote off their deaths as the "price for victory".

Steve did not know why it took this long to finally act out, can be he believed the Clones would need him in battle so he ensured he could stay in the fight with the men and provided as much help as he could. he believed he was a patient and understanding man, however, he could no longer hide his disgust for the general. The very reason for his current predicament.

Umbaran prison cells were different from Earth's own, but Steve was not surprised, he was rather getting use to everything the Clones and Umbarans had to offer in terms of technology, in terms of how alien they are. The sight of those tank monstrosities slaughtering the men will always haunt him as much as the war.

The prison cells were guarded by ray shields, instead of bars, a small room with no cot, no toilet, nothing, it gave dark thoughts on treatment of possible prisoners by the Shadow People. The prison itself was beneath the command tower, where the irony of the Umbarans locked in their own cells was not lost on him, and more seemed to be thrown in the past couple of hours.

"The speed of regeneration, it's unlike anything I've ever seen in a lifeform." Kix spoke in amazement as he examined his arm. The burns from punching through the shield on the tank were more severe than Steve thought when Kix finally ripped off the remains of his sleeve, the magnet destroyed in the process. It would take more than a day for this wound to heal, but Kix, despite Steve's resistance, used bandages wrapped in salve around his arm, and the bacta nearly tripled his healing speed. The blaster bolt he got in the shoulder healed with only a fading mark to show it was once there.

"Glad I could impress." Steve said lightly. Despite his "insubordination", Rex managed to arrange the medic to check in on the soldier's injuries and grant him freedom from cuffs like the other prisoners.

"Don't get cocky. Try to wave me off like you did last, I'll order you to sit and shut up." Kix joked as he wrapped up new bandages around his arm again, making Steve chuckle.

"I'm a captain, technically I outrank you."

"And when it comes to medical situations, I outrank everyone." Kix countered, finished with the bacta soaked bandages on the shoulder. "Those burns should be gone by tomorrow, by the looks of things."

Rotating his shoulder, Steve stretched out his arm to observe Kix' handiwork. "Thanks, Kix. Just wish I was doing something useful." It killed him that he was rotting in the cell while enemy insurgents were still attacking the base in an attempt to get it back.

Kix laid a hand on the uninjured shoulder. "Hey, none of us agreed with what happened. We got this base because of you and Fives. Rex even talked about trying to get in touch with General Kenobi about releasing you."

"He did?" That surprised Steve, he thought after what happened, Rex would make sure the volatile general was kept happy, so he didn't lash out at other troopers.

Kix nodded as he took a seat on the floor of the cell, Steve on the opposite side. "He did, well, he's trying anyway. Comlinks aren't strong enough to get in touch with General Kenobi, we'd need the communications equipment in the tower."

"And no way he can get to them without Krell knowing." Steve summarized.

"It's a long shot anyway, Kenobi could be in battle for all we know." Kix slumped against the wall, eyeing up through the ray shield to look at the imprisoned Umbarans occupying the upper cells. Steve was kept far away from the others, having a whole level to himself. "Some have talked about starting a petition for your release."

"Something tells me Krell wouldn't like that."

The medic snorted. "To put it mildly." Kix lowered his head and sighed. "Moments like this makes me wonder whether Slick was right."

"Slick?" Steve questioned. He may not know all the Clones in the legion, there were many after all, but he would have thought he would hear of someone named Slick.

Kix raised his eyes and his eyes grew saddened. "He was a sergeant that was part of the 501st since the First Battle of Geonosis, when the Clone Wars officially began." The medic explained. "He was always looking for his brothers, a good squad leader, resourceful…but he threw it all away."

"What happened?"

"We landed on a planet called Christophsis, the Sepies wanted to take their resources for their own. We got through the blockage and planned an ambush for their next wave of droids trying to take the capital. Only, the droids knew our plan, and attacked us. We found out that Slick was the traitor that gave them our location."

Steve was stunned. "How could he do that to his own men?"

Rubbing a hand over his head, Kix answered best he could. "Slick loved his brothers, but he hated the Jedi. He believed we were being enslaved, robbed of our choice. He wanted the Jedi to die so the Clones could be free, except, because of him, more of our brothers died." Kix looked back at Steve. "He was like you, in a way, only his hatred blinded him to the truth of what he was doing, and by the end, he was becoming more like Krell, causing casualties but for the sake of "freeing" us."

Exhaling through his nose, there was a lot on Steve's mind. Slick, it seemed he had the right intentions, but his methods were wrong. Was there no other way, or was he lost in his delusions? Steve never met the man, he could not know. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Slick was being paid for betraying us." That took Steve aback. "I guess he got lost in what he was truly fighting for while trying to achieve it."

Betrayed by your own brother for money, Steve could hardly imagine the hurt the Clones must have felt. He could never see any of the Howling Commandos do that, or any of the other men and women he served with, even with the Avengers' rocky beginnings, he trusted them all.

"This isn't right, you being here." Kix muttered, but loud enough to be heard even without enhanced hearing.

"I know what I was doing, I didn't expect anything less." Steve told the medic who looked back at him. "I regret nothing, other than the fact I can't help you guys."

"Still, to use the Force on you like that!" Kix brows creased in anger. "I've never seen Jedi do that."

"Guess Krell sucks at being a Jedi too."

Kix laughed. "Definitely." The medic sighed before sitting up and kneeling over his pack. "I have something for you, from the boys." Steve watched curiously when the Clone reached inside the pack and pulled out a piece of Phase II Clone armor, and kept pulling out pieces, white with a blue stripe, like all 501st Clones, until a pauldron with a blue star painted on was in his hands. "Managed to gather some spare pieces. Since you lost part of your armor, we figured we could help you out."

"Kix, I-"

"Shut up and put it on, doctor's orders."

Steve said nothing, but smiled at his brother-in-arms as the two strapped and slid the pieces over his limb, ending with a black glove with a plastoid plating on the back of the hand. Kix stepped back and admired the volunteer's new look. It clashed with the color of the rest of Rogers' suit, all the same, Steve seemed to enjoy wearing a part of their armor.

"Now it's official. You're one of us."

Turning back to his friend, Steve extended his hand, which he gladly took and shook. "Thank you, for honoring me."

"It's the least we could do, Steve." Kix nodded back, before taking his pack as the platform lowered with guards waiting for him. "Now if you excuse me, I have patients to order around."

"Sounds dreadful, for the men." Steve joked as the ray shield disappeared before coming back once Kix was through.

The Clone medic turned back to him with a smirk. "You don't know the half of it."

Steve laughed slightly before Kix and the other Clone rose upwards. Looking down at the armor, Steve's hand ran over the gauntlet. Whatever higher power brought him to Umbara, he was happy to have met the Clones, but, as he felt the base shake again, his smile dropped. What he would give to be out there with the men, and stop Krell.

He really hoped Rex's message could get through to this General Kenobi, whoever he is.

Earth-92, Sunnydale, The Bronze

Dawn was asleep on the pool table. She suddenly jerked awake, sat up, and began to do a ballet dance. She leapt off the pool table and was confronted by one of the masked minions.

She backed from him as he grasped her hand and spun her, grasping her by the waist and having her lean on his hand, but then she freed herself and ran off, only to be confronted by the next one.

She backed off but he grasped her hand, spinning her to him as he lifted her by the waist and spun with her before putting her down as she tried to run but the 3rd was already there. He marched to her as she backed off, and then both lunged at her but she escaped by ducking and running past them.

She tried to run past but one of them leapt on the pool table and behind her, grasping her by the waist and lifting her as she lifted her legs ballet style, and he put her on the ground. He then grasped her hands and threw her up and she wrapped her feet as he caught her by those, and then she leaned back as the other one grasped her by the arms and put her down as she put her foot upwards ballet style.

Dawn was then on the ground as the three surrounded her and did spin motions. Dawn got up and tried to run but one grabbed her from behind and spinning her, flung her and she went sliding across the floor, stopping beside the stage.

She then saw feet in red pants and black-and-white dance shoes. They begin to do a tap-dance number, danced down the stairs and toward Dawn as she looked at his face, which was red in color with a pointed chin.

"Why'd you run away? Don't you like my ... style?" He snapped his fingers and his red suit turned to a blue one as he slid his feet.

He then gestured to her. "Why don't you come and play? I guarantee a..." He reached up to his face, pulling off his mouth and held the disembodied mouth in Dawn's face. She stared in shock as the mouth continued singing. "...great big smile." The mouth disappeared from his hand and reappeared in its normal place.

He then danced, tapping his feet. "I come from the imagination. And I'm here strictly by your invocation", he held up a scroll covered with writing. "So what do you say? Why don't we dance awhile?"

He danced over to Dawn, gesturing at her, then danced away again, tapping his feet and waving his hands. "I'm the hot swing I'm the twist and shout", he tapdanced. "When you gotta sing, When you gotta ... let it oooouuut."

His 3 minions danced to the tune too, and Dawn soon saw even more appearing out of nowhere.

"You call me and I come a-running", he danced back toward Dawn. "I turn the music on I bring the fun in", he made a string-pulling gesture at Dawn, who got up. "Now we're partyin' that's what it's all about."

He chuckled, then danced toward Dawn and she danced backward, shaking her hips. "'Cause I know ... what you feel, girl."

He put his arms around her and they danced together. Dawn looked scared. "I know just what you feel, girl." He spun Dawn away and she danced a few steps away from him.

Dawn asked nervously. "So ... you're like a good demon? Bringing the fun in?"

He laughed, shaking his head "no."

"All these melodies ..." Dawn sat. "They go on too long", he spun and sat on a chair. "Then that energy", his minions did a dance-fight, "starts to come on way too strong. All those hearts laid open, that must sting", a door appeared beside Sweet, he reached for the knob. "Plus, some customers just start combusting."

Sweet opened the door and a charred smoking corpse fell through it. Dawn stared in horror.

"That's the penalty", he danced back over to her. "When life is but a song." He danced up very close to Dawn, she looked very nervous.

He danced very around the now standing Dawn as she looked scared. "You brought me down into this town. So, when we blow this scene back we will go to my kingdom below, and you will be my queen."

Sweet made a gesture and Dawn's clothing turned to a satiny ball gown.

"'Cause I know what you feel, girl", he danced up onto the stage in a spin motion.

Dawn sang. "No, you see. You and me wouldn't be very regal."

"I'll make it real, girl", he danced around the stage.

Dawn sang. "What I mean, I'm fifteen, so this queen thing's illegal."

He jumped back onto the floor, dancing. "I can bring whole cities to ruin and still have time to get a soft-shoe in."

Dawn argued in song. "Well, that's great, but I'm late, and I'd hate to delay her."

Sweet was dancing around her in a spin motion. "Something's cooking, I'm at the griddle I bought Nero his very first fiddle."

Dawn revealed. "She'll get pissed if I'm missed. See, my sister's the Slayer."

Sweet stopped in mid-kick, looking surprised, then stopped dancing, turning to Dawn.

"The Slayer?" He asked.

Dawn nodded nervously. "Yuh-huh."

He chuckled, turning to his minions. "Find her. Tell her ... tell her everything."

Dawn looked nervous.

"Just get her here. I want to see the Slayer burn."

Dawn looked alarmed as he sang while doing gestures with his hands. "Now we're partying. That's what it's all about."

Some of the minions walked out to do what Sweet had commanded.

Magic Box

Eliot and Oliver had just finished another spar, this one with no conclusive winner, as they were smirking at each other, Oliver saying. "This feels good."

"I know", Eliot agreed with a nod as they walked back, keeping the sword away. "I know I'm gonna go, and we'll stay in touch, but I'm gonna miss this."

"So am I", Oliver agreed, the two simply enjoying this moment in the comradery they'd formed. "Except the part where you beat me up."

That made both chuckle, before Eliot said. "Let's be honest, that was needed."

"As much as I hate to say it, it was", Oliver nodded, then in a rare moment of vulnerability, told Eliot. "I wish you didn't have to go, but I promise I'll not stray from the right path you've put me back on."

Eliot nodded, before feeling something come over him, as country music started playing in the background.

And then, Eliot began to sing to the music. "I've walked the darkest roads, made choices I regret. But redemption found me with the crew, I'll never forget. From the days of Damien Moreau's grip so tight, to the team, who showed me the liiiight."

Eliot and Oliver looked at each other, not showing any emotion on their faces, though Oliver liked Eliot's voice he'd to admit.

As he sang, Eliot thought of all the moments shared with Parker, Hardison, Nate and Sophie, especially that time they'd stopped while trying to part after having taken down Ian Blackpoole.

Walking around Oliver, Eliot sang to him. "And now you've got it good here, that no one else need to mess with. I was a guy going nowhere, from a place in Texas. Now I come to you and nod my head, because you've been listening. Its all gonna work out, and I think it'd be time now to…"

As Oliver listened, Eliot sang. "Let me gooooo, my past is far behind. I belooong, where my crew are. They're my family noooow, my heart's where they reside. Let me gooooo, I'll be there by their side."

The two sat down, drinking some water as the music played, then looked at each other again while Eliot sang. "My friend, we've fought the battles, fought the war, You've found your way, and you'll shine like never before. I'll be forever grateful for the times we shared, But you've got this now, and I know you're prepared.:

As Eliot sang, he put a hand on Oliver's shoulder, who put his own on Eliot's shoulder too, the two acknowledging their friendship, and the growth and strength Oliver had found due to Eliot.

Then Eliot sang again. "Let me gooooo, my past is far behind. I belooong, where my crew are. They're my family noooow, my heart's where they reside. Let me gooooo, I'll be there by their side."

And then, the song ended, as Eliot stood up, Oliver standing up too. "Guess its time at last."

"Yeah", Eliot nodded. "It is."

Giles held a large piece of wood and Buffy kicked it in two. "Good. Good."

Buffy commented. "I feel like I should ... bow, or ... have honor or something."

Giles told her. "It may seem hokey, but we need to work on precision and concentration as much as power." He went to put the wood down. "We're still not sure what we're facing."

Buffy put one leg up on the horse, stretching. "Oh, you'll figure it out. I'm just worried this whole session's gonna turn into some training montage from an 80's movie."

Giles assured her. "Ah. Well, if we hear any inspirational power chords, we'll just lie down until they go away." He picked up a towel. "Anyway, I don't think we need to work that much on your strength."

"Yeah, I'm pretty spry for a corpse." Buffy did a handstand on the horse.

Giles asked her. "Have you spoken to Dawn about that incident at Halloween?"

Buffy leapt down from the horse, frowning. "Oh. I thought you took care of that." She stretched her arms.

Giles softly muttered. "Right."

Buffy was oblivious. "What would I do without you?" Giles looked pensive, turned and began to walk toward a set of weapons in a display case on the wall.

"Okay. I'm ready."

Giles put the towel down and began to sing. "You're not ready for the world outside. You keep pretending but you just can't hide."

He picked up a knife. "I know I said I'd be standing by your side", he walked to Buffy. "But I-"

He threw the knife as Buffy leaned back to avoid.

"Your path's unbeaten, and it's all uphill", he threw another knife which she deflected with her hand. "And you can meet it, but you never will. And I'm the reason that you're standing still. But I-"

He threw another knife as Buffy kicked it away in slow-motion. "I wish I could say the right words, to lead you through this land."

Buffy kicked the air in slow-motion.

"Wish I could play the father, and take you by the hand", he reached out his hand sadly. "Wish I could stay here, but now I understand." Giles walked closer as Buffy did a handspring then split in slow-motion. "I'm just standing in the way."

Tara walked into the magic shop, while Willow's back was turned. Willow didn't see her. Clark did though, and he noted she was crying for some reason.

"The cries around you, you don't hear at all", Giles sang as Buffy flipped across the room's center in slow motion.

Tara walked quickly toward the back, crying, looking at the herb in her hand, then began to climb the steps to the loft.

"Cause you know I'm here to take that call. So you just lie there when you should be standing tall. But I-"

Buffy now punched the punching bag in slow-motion as Giles walked around her. "I wish I could lay your arms down, and let you rest at last. Wish I could slay your Demons, but now that time has passed."

He walked forwards sadly. "Wish I could stayyyyyy. Your stalwart standing fast. But I'm just standing in the way. I'm just standing….in the way."

Buffy walked in front of him, waving her hair in slow-motion before returning to regular speed, oblivious to what he'd just sang. "Did you just say something?"

Dean and Sam had been nearby, and unlike Buffy, they'd managed to hear the song. It reminded them of when John had left, so they could hunt things down, and pick up where he'd left off, so they could grow without him.

It seemed like Buffy needed to have Giles do the same for her, so she could also grow up.

Tara looked through a book. She held the piece of dried herb up to a picture of the same herb. The herb was labeled "Lethe's Bramble. Used for augmenting spells of forgetting and mind control."

Now heartbroken, Tara started singing. "I'm under your spell God, how can this be? Playing with my memory."

Clark's ears picked up on that, as his eyes widened.

Tara turned, going to the edge of the loft and looked down. "You know I've been through hell Willow, don't you see?" Below, Buffy went over to Willow and greeted her. "There'll be nothing left of me. You made me believe."

As Clark heard that, he realized Willow had used some magic to erase Tara's memory of something.

That wasn't right. She'd betrayed the trust of her lover, violated her mind, and misused her own power too.

As Tara sang, Giles emerged from the back, overlapping with Tara's last word. "Believe me, I don't wanna go."

They sang together. "And it'll grieve me 'cause I love you so."

Willow and Buffy were talking, oblivious to the singing, unlike Clark, and the other visitors from other worlds.

Giles and Tara continued to sing. "But we both knoooow.."

Tara came down the stairs and Giles sat at the table as they sang.

"Wish I could say the right words To lead you through this land Wish I could play the father And take you by the hand"

"Wish I could trust that it was just this once But I must do what I must I can't adjust to this disgust We're done and I just…"

"Wish I could stay." Tara reached the ground level, Giles stood up. "Wish I could staaaaay. Wish I could staaaaaay!"

They both walked toward the front of the store while Buffy and Willow talked.

"Wish I could…..staaaaay..."

As their song ended, Clark appeared, asking Tara. "Willow used magic on you?"

"How did you know?" Tara asked in surprise.

"Super hearing, I heard the song", Clark revealed, looking down at Willow. "Why did she do that?"

"Apparently we'd a fight over her misusing magic, and she erased my memory of it", Tara said, looking absolutely devastated. "How could she do that to me?"

While Clark tried his best not to get angry, things like this, they did not go over well with him.

"I knew she was spiralling, but I did not think she'd do this", Giles had to say.

"Wait, you know?" Dean turned to Giles.

"Yeah, why?" Giles inquired.

"If you know, why haven't you done anything about it?" Sam asked him. "You're the adult, right? So why are you leaving?"

"Buffy is too reliant on me, that's why", Giles told them.

"Buffy is too reliant on you, she needs to grow up, but what about the rest?" Dean asked then. "Don't they need you? It looks like you haven't done that well with them."

Before Giles could respond, Clark looked at Tara. "I don't want to get into personal matters, but this needs to be dealt with."

And then, he walked forth, the rest behind him, as he called out. "Willow!"

"Yes?" Willow turned to Clark.

"Did you use magic to erase Tara's memory?" Clark asked, and immediately, Willow's eyes were wide in shock as she realized the secret was out, Tara realizing from the expression it was totally true.

"How could you do that to me?" Tara asked Willow.

"Tara, I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't! Just ... don't", Tara shook her head, the rest giving them some space, including Clark, as while he wanted to call Willow out over her misuse of power, Tara calling her out over violating her mind was her own right, and he could not interfere there. "There's nothing you can say."

Willow started. "Tara, I didn't mean to-"

"To what?" Tara inquired angrily. "Violate my mind like that? How could you, Willow? How could you after what Glory did to me?"

Willow was horrified on being told to her face that she'd violated Tara's mind. Until now, she hadn't even thought about it that way. "Violate you? I ... I-I didn't ... mean anything like that, I-I, I just wanted us not to fight any more. I love you."

Tara told her. "If you don't wanna fight, you don't fight. You don't use magic to make a fight disappear."

Willow stammered. "But I-I just wanted to make things better. Better for us."

"But you don't get to decide what is better for us, Will", Tara pointed out. "We're in a relationship, we are supposed to decide together."

"Okay. I'm ... I realize I, I did it wrong."

Tara told her. "You did it the way you're doing everything. When things get rough, you ... you don't even consider the options. You just ... you just do a spell. It's not good for you, Willow. And it's not what magic is for."

Willow was anxious. "But I ... I just wanna help people."

"Maybe that's how it started, but ... you're helping yourself now, fixing things to your liking. Including me", Tara responded.

"Tara, no!"

"Those with power should refrain themselves from using it", Clark then said, finally joining the conversation properly, from his own end. "You'd do well to remember that."

Willow started angrily. "This is between me and her. You-"

"What you did to her, that was between you and her, yes", Clark agreed. "But from what I'm hearing, you've misused magic quite a bit recently. That's not right."

"And how would you know?" Willow asked him.

"I've great power, just like you do, but I did not become this man overnight", Clark told her. "I learnt to harness my powers for years, and use them in the right way. I hold myself back every moment, because if I lose control for even a little bit, someone can die. So trust me when I tell you, that I know what misusing power can lead to!"

Willow tried to argue again. "I'm trying to do my best, but not everything works out. I…I didn't want to do that to Tara, I just…I didn't think of anything else."

"And that is why you're misusing the power that you have", Clark pointed out to her. "You liked the taste of it, and decided it can solve everything. You're not using it wisely."

Getting angry at what she was perceiving as an attack, Willow started growling, her eyes glowing. "If I was you, I'd back off."

"Willow, please don't", Tara tried to plead, knowing she was reacting emotionally at a perceived attack right now, and needed to be talked down.

Clark knew magic was a weakness of his, but he needed to play this right. He didn't want to fight, he just wanted Willow to understand. And he knew she didn't want to fight either, she was just reacting emotionally.

She wasn't a bad person, but she'd let the magic take over her personality, and was using it to fix everything without thinking the consequences through.

There was still time.

"Will, calm down", Buffy tried to say.

"You know, there is a lot I can do with the power I have, if I let it take over me, almost nothing can stop me", Clark said, not wanting to do it this way, but realizing there was no other way to make Willow understand, as he walked towards Eliot, gently taking his sword from him. "Not even you!"

Then all of a sudden, Clark threw the sword at Willow as all gasped, including Willow, who was panicking too much to think of how to deflect it with magic.

And then, the blade stopped just a few inches from Willow's forehead, Clark having caught it easily, as he tossed it back to Eliot, who caught it.

"You see how easily I could have dealt with you if I wanted? How easily I can deal with most threats?" Clark asked her. "But I don't….because its not the right way, and if I let this power control me, innocents will be hurt."

As Willow calmed down finally, the glow fading away, Clark told her. "And if you don't stop, you'll hurt more people too. Not just Tara…but the rest, and eventually, yourself. Think about it."

Willow looked down, feeling ashamed of herself, when Spike burst into the Magic Box, pulling one of Sweet's minions with him as the rest turned to look over. "Lookie lookie what I found."

"Is this the demon guy?" Tara asked as the rest watched, Clark's jaw dropping on seeing Spike.

"Works for him. Has a nice little story for the Slayer, don't you?" Spike asked him. "Come on, then." Spike shoved him forwards. "Sing."

The music swelled up dramatically as if to introduce a big musical number, but the minion simply spoke in normal voice. "My master has the Slayer's sister hostage at the Bronze because she summoned him and at midnight he's going to take her to the underworld to be his queen."

"What?" Eliot snarled, clutching his fists angrily at the thought of Dawn being forced into a child marriage.

Giles asked. "What does he want?"

The minion indicated Buffy. "Her."

Spike scoffed. "If that's all you've got to say, then-" Spike tried to grab the minion but he broke free and ran off, surprising him. "Strong. Someday he'll be a real boy."

Spike then noticed Clark staring at him and asked. "What?"

"Nothing", Clark shook his head, getting over it. "You…you just look like someone I know." Then Clark narrowed his eyes. "And you're not human, are you?"

"Neither are you", Spike said.

"He's an alien", Buffy told Spike, whose jaw dropped.

"Bloody Hell!" Spike said.

"Wait what? We've an alien in our midst?" Xander asked as he popped up with Anya. "From another world? This is the coolest day ever!"

"And what are you exactly?" Dean asked Spike.

"Guys, meet Spike, he's a Vampire", Buffy made the introductions.

"Do you have a soul too?" Sam inquired.

"No, I'm nothing like Angel!" Spike protested.

"Why is he with you then?" Dean asked Buffy.

"He has a chip inside him that prevents him from hurting humans, so he is with us to beat up Demons", Buffy explained.

"Ah, like a dog on a leash then", Dean quipped to Spike.

"I'll show you how much of a leash I have", Spike snarled as he moved towards Dean, only for Clark to step in the middle, stopping both of them.

"We have more important things to focus on", Clark reprimanded both of them.

"Why are we still here?" Eliot asked in a growl. "Dawn has been taken, we have to save her!"

Buffy commented. "So Dawn's in trouble. Must be Tuesday."

Tara felt guilty. "I-I just left her for a few minutes."

Eliot looked at Buffy. "Your sister is taken and you made a joke about the day of the week?"

Buffy started. "Look, its just-"

"Where's the Bronze?" Oliver asked.

"Just a few blocks from here", Willow told him. "The nametag is outside."

"Let's go", Oliver said to Eliot, and both of them ran out.

"I'll be going too", Clark said as he walked out. "Its not just Dawn, more people are burning up. I need to save them."

And with that, he flew into the sky, the rest watching him in awe.

"Wow", Buffy muttered, feeling a little hope for once just due to his sight.

Universe-208, Umbara

The next person to visit Steve hours later was, to his surprise, Dogma. The platform lowered to Steve's level, with his back to the wall, he watched as the Clone removed his helmet to look down at Steve through the ray shield.

"Dogma." Steve greeted.

"Shut it, traitor." The Clone spat back. Sighing, the super soldier could only curse the Kaminoans for what they did to create such a rigid trooper. "General Krell believed you should be made aware of the charges brought against you, and let me tell you, it is an extensive list."

"I bet they are." Steve casually remarked while scratching his head, his helmet discarded beside him.

Sneering down at the volunteer, Dogma reined in his anger to follow his orders. "Captain Steve Rogers, you are charged with insubordination, speaking in defiance of a superior officer, insulting and threatening a superior officer, influencing the morale of the soldiers, threatening the entirety of this campaign, conspiracy to reveal restricted information to the enemy, and finally, assaulting a superior officer." Dogma's superiority showed in his smirk. "Anything else you would like to say?"

"Is that all?" Steve muttered to himself, the list did not surprise him, it was just an excuse to further cement Krell's order to imprison him. The conspiracy charge though was new. The First Avenger glanced up at the stoic soldier. "I'm sorry, Dogma."

The Clone snorted. "You'll have to do better than apologizing to-"

"No, I'm sorry for you, Dogma." Standing to his full height, Steve walked to the shield until he was opposite the Clone, staring at him confusedly. "You were never given a choice outside this life, and you have no idea of the chances that were taken from you."

Scoffing, Dogma pointed at Steve's face. "I'm a member of the most elite army in the galaxy, I don't need your pity."

"No, but you have my sympathy." Steve stared at him, that same sympathy in his eyes, but it only made CT-6922 angrier.

"Good soldiers follow orders, something you don't seem to understand."

"Good soldiers do…but good men do what needs to be done, regardless of the consequences." Steve saw Dogma's eyes widen by a fraction, and he pushed further. "The men laying down their lives are your brothers, they are risking more for this war than Krell ever would."

"You don't know-"

"He lets you charge into battle, no plan, no backup, only a single-minded focus to throw as many bodies as possible against the enemy and expect them to do all the work. That's not strategy, that's reckless and does nothing but endanger the men."

"General Krell is a war hero!" Dogma snapped back hotly, getting his face as close as he can to the imprisoned volunteer without touching the ray shield. "He's earned more victories for the Republic than you could even imagine!"

"How much blood did those victories cost?"

"The price for victory is high."

"No, the price of freedom is high, but it's one you have to be willing to pay yourself. Krell is throwing your lives away without a care, don't you see that?"

"It's not my place to question the orders of a general."

Steve sighed disappointedly. "I can't make you see if you don't open your eyes."

Tsking, Dogma paced the outside of the cell. "My eyes are wide open, and they see an anarchist. Had you not incited more of the Clones to question General Krell, there wouldn't be so much dissent."

"There'd be a lot more corpses as well."

"Don't act like you know us!" Dogma stopped his pacing and angrily turned to the Captain. "You're not a Clone, you shouldn't even be here."

"When you fight alongside each other, it builds a bond between soldiers, something Krell has not done once this whole campaign." Steve stressed to Dogma the truth, the obvious truth, to get him to see reason. He only got narrowed eyes in return.

"The Generals bring order to the Grand Army of the Republic. We disregard the chain of command, our entire ranking structure would be compromised, and we'd be nothing but target practice." He sounded so sure of himself, had Steve not known better, he would think this was the truth of the matter. "As long as the general bears his title, the 501st will obey orders."

Dogma believed everything he said, and it told Steve everything. His whole world was the army, the structure of ranks, orders, he's seen it before on Earth. Soldiers, marines, sailors, everyone who ever served needs the routine, and someone to make sense of it all. Without it, their worlds would shatter, as would Dogma.

In trying to berate him, the tattooed Clone helped Steve better understand him.

Exhaling through his nose, Captain America walked to the back of the cell, but paused mid-way to look at the Clone one last time. "Men don't follow titles, they follow courage."

His final piece said, Steve sat against the wall, head tilted up with his eyes closed for rest.

Dogma's glare did not leave the volunteer's body for several seconds before whirling around and nodding at the Clone on the terminal to bring them back up. Had General Krell been there, he would have handled such treasonous talk.

The Jedi was leading them to victory, no one else could see it, they were short on time, the other battalions needed them, if sacrifices needed to be made, then they should be willing to pay them. With no other order to fulfil and his duties completed, Dogma made for the barracks.

Earth-199999, The Bus

Fitz had just finished running Rambo's blood through the system. There was nothing wrong with it, no radiation poisoning from the blast, or anything of the like.

But he'd noticed something, that had surprised him a lot, and he was simply staring at the screen.

Simmons, who'd just come in, noticed his expression, and asked him. "What's the matter, Fitz?"

"Just….look at what I found", Fitz muttered, causing Jemma to turn towards the screen.

Seeing what she saw, her jaw dropped. "Oh my God!" She ran off quickly, and within a few minutes, she returned, with Coulson and Melinda in tow.

"What is it?" Coulson asked, but Simmons and Fitz both simply gestured to the screen together, like they were one.

So, Coulson turned to look at it, and he too went. "Oh my God."

At that point, Melinda walked forth too, looking at the screen. Even she couldn't hide her shock. "Oh. My. God."

Coulson immediately looked at Fitz and Simmons. "For now, we keep this a secret. No one else can know." He looked at Melinda next. "What do you think?"

After a few seconds, Melinda gave a nod of agreement.

New York City, Avengers Tower

"These are slick!" Johnny grinned as he looked down at himself. The tight blue and black suit fit over him well with Susan and Reed wearing matching outfits.

"They're unstable molecules," Reed intoned. "Since we wore these during the accident, they got converted as well, and while wearing them, we can use our abilities alongside these. I'm working on trying to make sure our regular clothes can do the same."

"Good," Susan said. "Because I don't fancy being just a dress out there or stripping naked to avoid being seen." She seemed to vanish from sight completely, suit and all. She then returned and nodded in happiness.

A tap on the room caused Ben to look up. He saw Banner slowly enter. Since the accident, Ben hadn't spoken much aside from a few questions and one rather ugly altercation with Reed. He was glowering as Banner entered. "Whadya want?" His voice was deeper and gruffer than usual to match his changed form.

"I just…wanted to talk." Banner shrugged. "I know how it is…Trapped with a different form."

"Ya ain't trapped," Ben snapped. "You can still be you. And then there's Johnny who likes it! Damn showboat, he's loving being some flaming guy. Not in that way, either." Ben shook his head. "Sue's still gorgeous. Reed is…Reed. Me?" Ben held up a rocky fist. "Ya think any woman is gonna want me?"

"I couldn't….do that kind of stuff", Banner confessed, making Ben look at him in surprise as he realized what Banner was saying. "Not without getting excited to the point I'd turn into Hulk. So, I get how that feels too. But, eventually, I realized we could help people too. That's what you can do. I spent years trying to get rid of the Hulk but now I know…he's a part of me."

"What, you think I wanted to be rocky and ugly?" Ben snapped.

Banner looked at him carefully. "All four of you had the same dose of radiation. Yet each of you was altered in a vastly different way. Maybe it's psychological or off different chemistry…But if you're like this, Ben, it's because of something in you. Like I said, I know just how that is." He leaned down to face the rocky man. "You can learn to live with it or just hide from the world. Personally, I think the first option is better."

"Thanks fer the advice," Ben snapped. "I'll stick to hiding."

Banner looked at him and shook his head before walking out.

Sue Storm watched as Johnny ignited a fireball and tossed it across the room at one of the targets set up. It blasted it apart before he fired off a stream of flame that caught another on fire. He grinned wildly as he faced his sister. "This is…awesome!"

Sue just shook her head. "You shouldn't be enjoying this so much."

"Are you kidding, sis? You have any idea how this feels?" Johnny grinned before igniting his body to float upward. "Look at this! You know what this is going to do for my endorsement deals? My Instagram following is going to triple easily!"

Sue rubbed her face. "Johnny, I don't see why you're so wild about this when Reed is trying to fix it…"

"What makes you think I want to be fixed?" Johnny doused his flame as he landed. "Why give this up?"

"You really want to be on fire the rest of your life?"

"That's a trick question, right?"

Sue just rolled her eyes as she walked out. "You lot try talking sense into him, I can't do it." She marched out and looked at Tony, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Piotr and Bobbi.

"I'm cut from the same cloth as him, so I won't be much help", Tony raised his hands. "You all do it."

"She's trying to help", Natasha pointed out to Johnny.

"And I get that," Johnny allowed. "But I meant what I said. I don't want to give this up."

Clint crossed his arms. "So you get that power…and you're going to use for some Internet fame?"

"That's how the world works," Johnny stated with a smirk. "It's about the fame and about the money. You must have seen my racing records."

"I did. Along with your eight crashes."

"Now, I don't have to worry about burning up with it!" Johnny grinned again. "Johnny Storm is the Human Torch. Oooh, I gotta look into trademarking that!"

"I can do that", Tony said, then got looks from the rest. "What?"

Bobby walked to Johnny, and told him. "My powers first manifested when I was younger. I was scared at first, and kept it hidden from everyone."

He sighed. "Then one day, I went on a date with this girl I liked, but the local bully, who was disliked by everyone around, he tried to snatch her away, against her will."

Johnny was struck by Bobby's serious look. "Making a decision, I struck at his arm from behind, and gave him frost bite. He was so hurt. As bad as he was, I realized I could have done worse, I could have killed him."

Bobby finished. "That same night, I contacted Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and by next day, I went with them. These powers, they can be a gift, or they can be a curse, but you must use them responsibly. Otherwise, you'll hurt someone…or worse."

Johnny's smirk had vanished as he stared at Bobby, when Tony spoke up next, his usual quippy and humorous nature gone for now. "My weapons…I didn't look at where they went, I only spent my time partying and making stuff. Only when I myself was affected did I realize how much harm I'd done to others."

Tony turned to Johnny. "And then, someone else gave up their life, so that I could live. As I escaped, I realized if I'd used my position better, many people would still be alive. And that was when I shut down the weapons division, and tried to make the world a better place. I don't always get it right, but I always try, because goddamn it! I want to be better! I want to help!"

Even the rest were surprised by the emotion in Tony's voice, looking at him in sympathy, and some admiration, as Tony finished. "Some people, they just like to help others."

"I misused my powers and position too, and almost restarted a dormant war, which is why my father banished me here without my powers to teach me humility", Thor told Johnny as well. "If we do not use our powers without thinking about everyone else, we are no better than those who seek to do harm to innocents."

With that, Tony and Thor walked out of the room, followed by Bobbi, and then the rest, leaving a suddenly subdued Johnny Storm behind them.

Universe-208, Umbara

Descending to his lonely level in the Umbaran prison, Steve rose to his feet, not holding back a smile when he saw the ARC Trooper on the platform. "Fives."

"Steve." The veteran greeted back, smirking when he noticed the armor on his right arm, gesturing towards the plastoid. "It suits you."

"Thanks, starting to make me feel like I belong. In spite of the surroundings." Steve watched as the trooper disabled the shield and walked in, both men clasping arms. "Three visits in one day, I'm starting to feel popular."

"Who else was here?" He knew Kix gave the super soldier the armor, Fives contributed his old gauntlet.

"Dogma informed me of my "crimes"." Steve shook his head and sat down against the wall, offering the opposite side to his friend.

The idea of Steve committing any crime, in all the time he knew him, seemed like a joke to Fives, and not the funny kind. "That sleemo. You should have been given a medal for helping take the base. We both should."

"I'm not here for rewards."

"No, none of us are." Fives knelt in front of Steve, his face serious. "We may have taken the base, but the Umbarans are still being supplied by a supply ship in orbit."

It was always something, Steve shook his head. "These guys are more resourceful than we thought."

"I hear that. Our ships have been trying to destroy it, but the Separatist fleet is protecting those supplies. We got long range missiles protecting the capital and keeping all battalions at bay, they could pick us apart before any of us could get close." Fives knew Steve was not going to like this. "Our orders are to march on the capital."

A frown escaped Steve. "Krell." The very thought of the general was like poison. All he got was a nod to confirm. "Is there no other way to disable those missiles?"

"Well, if there was, we wouldn't know. Communications with General Kenobi have been jammed. We're going in blind, with no coordination from the 212th, or any other battalion, with missiles packing a hundred megaton yield."

Fives recoiled when the uninjured left fist of the volunteer crashed against the wall. Steve's eyes were down, but Fives could see the anger, even if the cracks in the wall weren't a dead giveaway. "Butcher." That one word came to mind every time Captain Rogers heard another of Krell's "strategies".

That anger was shared by Fives, who calmed down after the action. The only non-Clone of the 501st was a passionate man, Fives learned, he cared about the men deeply. It's what endeared many of the brothers to the stranger. He fought for them, bled for them, respected them, and still felt for them even in a cell. That's why he trusted Steve enough to tell him.

"I have a plan." The captain of the Howling Commandos looked up, retracting his left fist. Leaning closer, the Clone lowered his voice so others were less likely to hear. "We broke the Umbaran code. We now have access to all of their data, with it, we can use the starfighters to fly into the supply ship and eliminate the last piece of support for the capital."

"Use their own weapons against them." Steve muttered under his breath. The idea was unconventional, and brilliant. However, there has to be a drawback. "Why are you telling me?"

He knew. Sighing, there was no point in not telling him. "Krell disregarded the idea. He still wants us to march."

There was one officer who would not support that plan. "And Rex, what does he think?"

"Had we the time and training with the fighters, he would have supported us, but Rex still insists on listening to Krell." With a frustrated grunt, Fives found himself sitting against the wall beside Steve, glaring at the ground. "This is not what Jedi do! They don't send us to our deaths! Krell expects us to act like droids!"

"Then don't." Fives turned to Steve, who was looking at him with steely blue eyes. "You have the chance to save lives and bring this fight closer to an end."

"That's why I plan to go ahead with the plan." Nothing would stop him, not Rex, not Krell. "We get in the air, the Separatists would think we're Umbarans. It's our best plan."

"All you have to do is disobey orders."

Fives shrugged. "Better than marching to our deaths."

Steve was quite for a moment, then looked ahead into empty space, his mind going back to harsher, simpler times. "When I was injected with the serum, and turned into this," he gestured to himself, the super soldier body he was granted, Fives watching him curiously, "I wasn't put on the front lines. They decided to make me the face of the Army, a poster boy to sell war bonds, which in turn bought bullets for the men actually fighting the war."

"You cannot be serious." Steve, the guy who could throw men like sticks and snap them like twigs, was used for propaganda. The man was a super soldier! He felt himself gaping but didn't have the strength to close his mouth.

With a great deal of embarrassment did Steve nod. "I had a colorful suit, a song, and a bunch of dancing women." Fives was having trouble processing the information, but it did not stop Steve from continuing. "First, we toured the country, but then they decided to ship me out and speak to the men actually fighting the war. That was when I learned most of the company I was performing for were captured by HYDRA, the science branch of the Germans, and their most dangerous assets." Bucky's smiling face flashed in his mind, before being replaced to seeing him scared and strapped to that table. A faraway look entered his eyes. "My best friend among them."

"What did you do?"

"I wasn't a soldier, yet I was ordered not to leave the encampment." Steve looked Fives dead in the eye. "But I refused to do nothing. I found a few friends to get me behind enemy lines. Wasn't easy, but I managed to free the men and destroy the base."

"You disobeyed orders." Fives realized.

"I didn't care about that. All I cared about was saving my only friend, and the men."

He promised Dr. Erskine that he would be a good man, and he liked to think he did his best to fulfil that promise when he made that choice. It got him his best friend back and helped him make new ones.

The story stuck with Fives, and it told him everything he needed to know. "Thank you for telling me this, Steve." The ARC Trooper got to his feet, the captain joining him, the comrades standing side by side, the former laying a hand on Steve's shoulder. "I'll be back."

Knowing what he intended to do, Steve had a feeling what he really meant, and nodded. "I'll be waiting." Fives left the cell, activating the ray shield but paused when the Avenger gave one last piece of advice. "Remember," turning back, he found Steve with his fists held out, level with each other. "It's all in the hands."

Grinning, Fives remembered their own experience in the Umbaran fighters. Even as he left, the ARC Trooper still had that grin.

Now, he needed some more pilots.

Earth-92, Sunnydale, The Bronze

Sweet was sitting, Dawn next to him, while his minions were prancing around, when suddenly the door was kicked open, and Sora was there.

"Huh?" Sweet said in surprise.

"Let her go", Sora said, as the minions tried to attack him, but Sora struck three of them in quick succession with his Keyblade combo, striking one, then striking the other, then thrusting at the third, taking all three down.

As one more tried to attack him, Sora did a Stop spell, freezing the minion, then struck that minion with his Keyblade twice, though he didn't seem affected.

When the Stop spell wore off, the minion went down. As more ran at him, Sora did a Magnet spell, an orb appearing above as it pulled the minions towards itself, and they all screeched in pain before it dissipated, and they fell down, knocked out.

Sweet was shocked, while Sora felt the Keyblade reacting to something in the room, and it glowed, as Sora looked up at Dawn, realizing it was reacting to her.

"Uhh…nice sword", Dawn commented nervously. "Why does it look like a key?"

"It's the Keyblade", Sora told her as if it was obvious. "And it seems to be connected to you as well."

Dawn's eyes widened, realizing this 'Keyblade' thing was reacting with her Key energy. "I think I know why."

"Why?" Sora asked her.

"I was originally a ball of energy that could be used to open portals before I was given human form and all my loved ones were given memories of me, and I of them", Dawn explained. "And they call me the Key, maybe that's the reason."

"That must be why my Keyblade is reacting to you", Sora told Dawn, while thinking about the 'memories' part, feeling bad for Dawn due to that. "Your power might be my way home."

Dawn's eyes widened as she remembered Glory. "Do you want to sacrifice me or what?"

"What? No!" Sora immediately shook his head, blushing and looking embarrassed at the notion itself, making Dawn chuckle at his face. "My Keyblade will just use the energy within you, and I'll find my way back, you will be fine."

"Oh, okay, cool", Dawn said. "I'm Dawn."

"I'm Sora." Sora then turned to Sweet. "Now you, will let her go."

"I sense things within you", Sweet noted. "You….don't just house your own heart within you."

And at that moment, Sora felt it take over him once more, with what Dawn had said about having been created and her loved ones getting memories of her striking a chord within him, though again, he did not know why.

Kingdom Hearts Roxas' theme plays

Sora then began to sing to the sad tone, feeling melancholic again. "Caught in between the light and darkness. Why was I given half a life to live in? I never asked to be created. Yet, here I stand suddenly obligated."

Dawn related to that, as she too had never asked to be created in this form. And most of her memories before the previous year had been fake anyways. She too was given half a life to live in, and she was here suddenly obligated.

As three minions got up to attack Sora, he cast Aero, protecting himself and damaging them, while he continued to sing sadly. "All I really long for is my own purpoooooooose."

Dawn looked down, longing for her own purpose too.

The three minions went down from the Aero, while Sora continued to walk forth, singing. "Counting the days, clinging to something." He looked up. "You told me hearts aren't meant for those worth nothing. So, if I'm gone, no one would miss me." He seemed to look at an absent figure now. "But still you stand there acting like you can care."

Dawn felt a tear roll down her cheek, having similar feelings about herself too

"Everything I thought that I knew fades from mind."

As another minion charged Sora, he was taken down by a Keyblade strike. "Forgotten days, a fading memory. A distant fragment of nobody important."

He looked at himself. "Here, in the eeeeend, standing before you, it seems whatever life I had is over."

Sora looked up again, a tear rolling down his own cheek for reasons he could not tell. "Still, I pray the day comes where we'll meet once more."

He wiped his tear, not fully sure still. "Huh….that was…"

"I get it", Dawn assured him. "I feel the same way sometimes, no purpose of my own, I wonder if I'm real, or just someone created to fulfil someone else's machinations."

Once more, for reasons he could not tell, these words struck a chord with Sora, something deep within him relating to this.

Kingdom Hearts Xion's theme plays

As the sad music played, Sora looked up and raised a hand, as if wanting to reach the sky. "I'm lost, so lost… Will I be able to see the sky again?"

He put a hand where his heart was supposed to be. "Oh please, one more day."

A minion charged at him but Sora cast a Water spell, submerging that one while he continued to sing. "Wishing, praying… won't someone allow this shadow of a girl…to see one more day?"

His next words were a plea to someone absent right now. "Remember, remember, please remember who I used to be."

He looked at Sweet now. "Who am I, who am I, I'm a puppet in their game." As tears rolled down his cheeks again, he sang. "Dreeeeaming of a life I never had."

Dawn was crying from the song too, while Sora again pleaded. "Remember, remember, please remember who I used to be. Who am I, who am I, my reality has slipped away."

Then, he spoke a name that he did not recognize. "Xion, Xion... Isn't this the name they gave to me?"

He fell to his knees. "Promise… My friends, I'm still here." He pleaded one last time. "Remember, remember, please remember who I used to be. Who am I, who am I, who was I supposed to be?"

Sweet actually clapped. "We got a show stopping number before the actual one."

"What is happening to me?" Sora wondered. "These feelings…they are not mine, yet they feel like they're mine."

"You've a lot of looking to do, both inside yourself and outside", Sweet said to him.

Oliver and Eliot were on their way, when many Demons surrounded them.

"Oh great", Eliot groaned.

"I know", Oliver agreed.

As one attacked, Oliver struck him and kicked him away, when he started singing. "I've walked through Hell, five years on that forsaken isle, Stranded, lost, but I emerged, reborn all the while. Sara, Laurel, you're the light that guided me through the night, But darkness crept into my soul, I had to fight."

Eliot didn't join in on the song, though he could hear it, as he elbowed one Demon away, while Oliver used his arrow to decapitate a Vampire, then stabbed another Demon with it.

"I've worn the hood, I've walked the path, a crusader in the night, With bow and arrow, I've sought to make things right", Oliver sang. "Roy, Thea, Laurel, Diggle, Felicity, they stand by my side, Eliot's wisdom, a friend who helped me reclaim my pride."

Oliver and Eliot shared a meaningful look at that before carrying on with the fight.

"Slade, my brother, once, we fought for a common cause, But fate took you down a darker path, and we clashed without a pause. Barry Allen, a friend with lightning in his stride, we've shared our trials and laughter, side by side."

As Oliver continued to fight Demons, he reflects on the challenges he'd faced with Malcolm, Slade, and Ra's.

"I've worn the hood, I've walked the path, a crusader in the night, With bow and arrow, I've sought to make things right. Sara, Roy, partners who never lost faith, They've shown me a better way, now I stand in a firmer state."

With his strikes precise, he took down two more Demons.

"The Throwing Star Killer, Damien Darhk, trials I've had to face, They've pushed me to my limits, but I've found my rightful place. A balanced approach, a city to cleanse and heal, With every arrow I release, I'll make the darkness yield."

Oliver delivered a final, powerful blow to a Demon as the song reached its climax.

"I've worn the hood, I've walked the path, a crusader in the night, With bow and arrow, I've sought to make things right. Eliot Spencer, my friend, you've shown me a better way, Now I'll rebuild this city, come what may."

The battle concluded, and Oliver stood victorious, having come to terms with his past and his newfound purpose.

Eliot put a hand on his shoulder. "I know you will."

Oliver nodded, before the two continued on their way to the Bronze.

The Bronze

Buffy kicked down the door of the Bronze. It smashed to pieces.

"Showtime!" Sweet chuckled.

Buffy walked into the Bronze, looking around, seeing Sweet and Dawn sitting in chairs on the stage, while Sora was standing there, over some of Sweet's fallen minions.

"Who're you?" Buffy asked him.

"A new friend", Sora assured her, and she noted he was the same age as Dawn, while also looking at his sword that looked like a key.

"That's a weird sword", she said.

"It's the Keyblade", he shrugged.

"I love a good entrance", Sweet quipped.

"How are you with death scenes?" Buffy asked him.

Sweet just chuckled. Buffy walked a little closer. "You got a name?"

"I've got a hundred."

"Well, I ought to know what to call you if you're gonna be my brother-in-law", Buffy quipped.

Dawn immediately said. "Buffy, I swear I didn't do it. And Sora is trying to save me."

"Don't worry. You're not going anywhere." Sweet looked at Buffy. "I am."

"What?" Sora and Dawn asked together in shock.

Sweet looked interested, sitting forward.

"Deal's this. I can't kill you? You take me to Hellsville in her place."

Sweet scoffed. "What if I kill you?"

Buffy had a deadpan. "Trust me. Won't help."

"Hm, that's gloomy!" Sweet said.

"Why do you think like that?" Sora asked Buffy, shocked by her lack of hope and happiness, which was what it seemed to him.

"That's life", Buffy said.

Sweet chuckled. "Come now, is that really what you feel? Isn't life a miraculous thing?"

"I think you already know."

Then, Buffy began to sing.

"Life's a show. And we all play our parts. And when the music starts", she unbuttoned her jacket, opening it. "We open up our hearts." She dropped the jacket to the floor.

"It's all right If some things come out wrong", she looked over, seeing some minions holding pool cues. "We'll sing a happy song. And you can sing along."

The beat changed to a harsh hard-rock tune with lots of electric guitar. The minions attacked.

"Where there's life", she grabbed a pool cue from the minion, hitting him. "There's hope. Every day's", she elbowed the second minion. "A gift. Wishes can", she kicked, "Come true. Whistle while", she punched. "You work", she beat up one with the pool cue, "So hard", she struck again, "All day." She threw the pool cue, impaling the third minion.

The original melody returned. "To be like other girls."

Giles, Anya, Xander, Willow, Tara, Dean and Sam ran in.

"To fit in in this glittering world." Sweet watched, listening. "Don't give me songs."

Giles said to the rest. "She needs backup. Anya, Tara."

"Don't give me songs."

Anya and Tara took up positions behind Buffy to be her backup singers and dancers. The three of them moved in sync.

"Give me something to sing about."

"Ahhhhh..."

"I need something to sing about."

"Ahhhhh..."

More dancing.

The hard-rock beat returned. The girls danced to it for a minute, then returned to the first dance and the ballad.

"Life's a song, you don't get to rehearse. And every single verse, can make it that much worse." Anya and Tara stopped dancing, moving to the background.

Buffy put up a hand as if to shield herself from the sight of her friends.

"Still my friends, don't know why I ignore, the million things or more I should be dancing for."

Dean was losing sympathy again, while Oliver and Eliot had just arrived, having caught this bit of the song.

The hard-rock tune returned. Buffy continued dancing alone.

"All the joy. Life sends Family. And friends. All the twists. And bends. Knowing that it ends, Well that depends", the original melody returned. "On if they let you go." She looked around at the Scoobies. "On if they know enough to know", she walked up the steps to the stage. "That when you've bowed You leave the crowd."

She walked up onto the stage, looking back at the others, then at Sweet still sitting. He made his string-pulling gesture. Buffy walked right up to him.

"There was no pain. No fear, no doubt. Till they pulled me out…..Of Heaven."

Dean and Sam looked down, as Oliver and Eliot shared a look, Sora sighing sadly as well.

Buffy looked back at the others. Giles and Xander looking surprised, while Dean had a blank look.

"So that's my refrain." Willow looked horrified, the consequences of her actions now hitting her due to all that had happened in this day. "I live in Hell. 'Cause I've been expelled from Heaven. I think I was in Heaven."

Willow was shattered now, as Buffy sang. "So give me something to sing about." She whirled around to look at Sweet. "Please give me something..."

Sweet shook his head. Buffy gave a desperate look, turned and flipped off the stage onto the floor. The hard-rock tune returned with the electric guitars playing a wild riff.

Buffy danced, faster and faster. Dawn watched in dismay. Sweet leaned forward expectantly. Buffy spun wildly round and round and round, smoke beginning to curl off her.

Sora, Dean, Sam, Oliver and Eliot all moved towards her, as Clark flew down, seeing what was happening as he prepared to rush to Buffy and stop her.

Suddenly Spike appeared, stopping her by grabbing her upper arms. Buffy gave him a desperate unhappy look.

Now Spike sang. "Life's not a song. Life isn't bliss. Life is just this. It's living", he brushed hair back from her face. "You'll get along." Dawn stood up. "The pain that you feel. You only can heal. By living." Buffy was about to cry. "You have to go on living. So one of us is living."

Buffy stared at Spike. Dawn walked forward to the edge of the stage.

"The hardest thing in this world ... is to live in it."

Buffy looked at Dawn, then back at Spike.

Sweet applauded.

"Now that was a show-stopping number." Buffy and Spike turned to look at him. "Not quite the fireworks that I was looking for."

Sora had a lot to say regarding what Buffy had sung, and that was what he did, or he sang it.

Kingdom Hearts Sora's theme plays

Music played again, though this tune, while serious, felt a bit more light-hearted compared to what had played for Sora's songs before. "Out in the distant horizon awaiting me. There's a new world I yearn to see."

Buffy looked at Sora, whose face and voice were now the epitome of hope and optimism all of a sudden. Dawn was surprised by this, considering the songs he'd sung before.

Walking regally yet funnily, Sora sang further. "Marching ahead, never dwelling on yesterday 'cuz tomorrow's a brand new day." He put a hand to his heart. "Somewhere, residing deep in my heart I feel a power awaken within."

He struck a minion hard with his Keyblade, sending it flying off and being knocked out. "With every journey, a brand new chapter unfolds In these stories yet to be told."

As two more minions walked towards him, he seemed to glow with a light that blinded them. His own light.

"Hand in hand, with my truest friends by my side. We'll adventure into the sky. Somehow, with every step that I take I feel a part of myself slowly wake."

Then he looked between Buffy and Dawn, and seemed to hold out his hand to Buffy. "Out in the dark, there are people in need of me. And their lives all depend on me. Though it is hard, I just can't leave them suffering. With their souls and hearts slumbering."

Even when Clark felt his own hope and optimism rise just from watching Sora.

Buffy looked conflicted, these words reminding her of the kind of person she used to be. But then she saw Sora, how happy he was, how content he was, and wished she could be like that again.

But then, wasn't it up to her, and not others, to take that step?

Sora's next words were like a promise. "Trust me, I'll fix the broken mistakes. I'll be there for them whatever it takes. Fighting the darkness and shadows that come our way. Rest assured, it will be okay. Anything's possible when you look to the light. We won't give up without a fight. We'll walk together towards dark unseen."

Then, he ended the song, gesturing to his heart again.

"And our hearts will be our guiding key."

As the tune of his song ended, Buffy held out her hand, and grasped Sora's, choosing the light over the darkness.

Tears rolled down her eyes, but she said to Sora. "Thank you….for saving me."

"You're welcome", Sora told her, as they turned to Sweet.

Willow then snarled at Sweet. "Get out of here."

"And give Dawn back", Tara added.

"No", Sweet shrugged. "I think I'll be on my way with the little missus."

Suddenly, music began to play as Eliot marched forwards, looking very angry.

"I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun", he sang. "An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun."

As some of the minions surrounded him, Eliot sang. "Get out your guns, battle's begun."

He dodged a punch and blocked a kick, then punched the minion thrice on the chest, sending him down. "Are you a saint, or a sinner?"

As three more surrounded him, Eliot sang. "If love's a fight, then I shall die. With my heart on a trigger."

Eliot kicked one back, then grabbed another's hand, twisting it as it screeched, and he slammed it into the third one, knocking both down, before elbowing the first one on the throat, taking it down too.

"They say before you start a war, you better know what you're fighting for", Eliot sang as he marched towards Sweet himself. "Well baby, you are all that I adore."

He rushed towards the stage and leapt onto it, before, to everyone's shock, decking Sweet right on the face, sending him rolling away. "If love is what you need", and then he embraced Dawn, wrapping his arms around the teen protectively, "a soldier I will be."

As more minions rushed him, Eliot let Dawn go and threw a chair at one, sending it down. "I'm an angel with a shotgun! Fighting til' the war's won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back."

One of them hurled the pool cue at him but Eliot caught it, then spun as he struck two of them, taking them down, while thinking of his friends, and others he cared about. "I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have?"

He twirled the pool cue, looking ahead. "And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight."

As another charged him, Eliot stabbed its leg with the cue, taking it down. "Sometimes to win, you've got to sin. Don't mean I'm not a believer."

Tossing it away, he walked forth and sang. "And major Tom, will sing along. Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer."

Oliver whacked another minion out, as Sora took down one more, and Eliot pointed at Oliver with a nod, Oliver pointing back and nodding, as Sora pointed at both of them happily.

"They say before you start a war. You better know what you're fighting for. Well baby, you are all that I adore", Eliot turned to Sweet who was getting up. "If love is what you need, a soldier I will be."

Ripping the pool cue out, Eliot leapt at Sweet and whacked his face with it. "I'm an angel with a shotgun. Fighting til' the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back." He then used it to strike Sweet's feet, making him fall and roll away. "I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe. Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight."

Sweet tried to get up again, only for Sora to hit him with a Fire spell from behind, making him fly off and fall to the other side of Eliot.

With that, Eliot's song ended.

"Your voice is….really good", Buffy said, mesmerized by it.

"Yeah, you can do it professionally", Dean added.

"Care to give us more?" Xander inquired, but Eliot shook his head.

Dawn then told the rest. "He keeps saying I summoned him, but I didn't."

"You…have my necklace on", Sweet groaned as he tried to get up.

Dawn was nervous. "Oh, but, no, I, I, um, uh, this, at, at the Magic Box, on the floor, I was, I was cleaning, and I ... forgot ... but ... I didn't summon anything."

"Now that's a twist", Sweet said as he got up.

Giles said. "If it was in the shop, one of us could have-"

Slowly Xander raised his hand as Anya asked. "Xander?!"

Xander said. "Well, I didn't know what was gonna happen! I just thought there were gonna be dances and songs." He turned to Anya. "I just wanted to make sure we'd... we'd work out." He gave a nervous smile. "Get a happy ending."

Sweet chuckled. "I think everything worked out just fine."

Xander gulped. "Does this mean that I have to... be your queen?" Anya looked anxious.

"It's tempting." Xander looked apprehensive. "But I think we'll waive that clause just this once." Xander was intensely relieved.

Everyone else just continued watching Sweet. "Big smiles everyone! You beat the bad guy."

Sweet did a quick spin.

"What a lot of fun. You guys have been real swell", he chuckled and began dancing, while massaging his face and back, due to the beating Eliot and Sora had given him. "And there is more than one who can say this ended well."

They watched as he said. "All those feelings you've been concealing. Say you're happy now, Once more with feeling. Now I gotta run See you all..." He turned into a ball of light that swirled around their heads, leaving a sparkly trail. They watched it go. "...in Heeeeeeell!"

They all stood, kind of shell-shocked.

Then Eliot walked to Xander, and decked him, sending him back.

"Hey!" Xander groaned as he held his face. "Why did you-"

"Your stupidity caused people to die!" Eliot snapped, before gesturing to Dawn. "And she was going to end up in a child marriage. Don't you think before you do stuff like this?"

Xander looked ashamed as Eliot turned to Buffy. "And you were pulled out of Heaven, right? By your friends?"

"…Yeah", Buffy said with a nod, her friends looking ashamed.

"Was your sister part of it?" Eliot then asked.

"No, she was not", Tara confirmed from her end.

"Then stop punishing her for it, she is your sister, and because she feels like you don't care for her, she is acting out", Eliot snarled, Buffy nodding.

"You're…you're right", Buffy agreed, then looked at Sora. "You reminded me of what's truly important."

"Its what I do", Sora said cheerfully.

"You're one unique kid", Clark also said to him, impressed.

"What's this sword you have?" Oliver inquired.

"It's the Keyblade", Sora told them. "And I'm its chosen wielder."

"I know what being chosen is like", Buffy commented.

"All righty then, I think I'm gonna go home now", Sora then said.

"How?" Dean inquired.

"With my Keyblade's power", Sora gestured to it, then at Dawn, "and her."

"What about her?" Sam asked.

"Long story", Dawn told them.

"We all need to go home too", Clark said, gesturing to himself, Dean, Sam, Oliver and Eliot.

"I think we'll need to be where you all originally appeared", Sora theorized.

"The two of us appeared in the graveyard", Dean noted about himself and Sam.

"So did I", Sora confirmed. "I guess that makes it easier for us."

"I appeared in the sky", Clark told them.

"We were near the Magic Box", Oliver added about himself and Eliot.

"Come on guys", Sora said as he walked out of the Bronze, and the rest shared looks, before he popped his head in. "I'm Sora, by the way."

"Right", Eliot said, liking this kid already, as they followed him outside.

"So, what are you gonna do?" Dawn asked Sora.

"It won't hurt, I promise you", Sora said, then aimed his Keyblade at her, before a light struck out of it, and struck her chest, as she glowed, but remained human.

From her, energy seeped out and reached the sky, before a breach appeared there, and Clark briefly saw a flash of his Earth's Metropolis in it.

Sora lowered his Keyblade, while Clark looked at the rest. "It was an honor to meet all of you." He turned to Willow. "I hope what I said reached you."

Willow started. "I…." she trailed off. "I guess you were right." She looked to Tara. "I'm so sorry, babe."

Tara simply nodded, not ready to fully forgive Willow yet, for good reason.

"I'm Clark Kent, but you can call me Superman", Clark told Sora. "You have my thanks for your help."

Sora nodded, before Superman looked at Buffy. "I know being pulled from Heaven sucks. I died for a few minutes and still miss the calm and being with my dad, and that was just for a few minutes. But now that you're alive...learn to live and do what you're supposed to do again."

Buffy nodded, as Superman then flew up into the breach, and then it closed while Dawn stopped glowing.

"Blimey!" Spike simply said, all of them still awed by Superman.

"There are a few more, right?" Dawn then asked.

"Yes", Sora nodded.

Few minutes later, the Magic Box

As they stood in front of the Magic Box, Sora aimed his Keyblade at Dawn once more, and the beam from it struck her, energy seeping out of her and opening a portal, Oliver and Eliot briefly seeing a flash of the former's lair.

"Time to go then", Oliver held out his hand to Sora. "Thank you."

"No problem, Oliver", Sora said, shaking his hand.

Eliot put a hand to Sora's shoulder. "You're a…..very special kid. Never change."

"I won't", Sora assured him with a smile, as he gave a look to Buffy, who nodded.

Dawn then walked to Eliot and gave him a hug, that he returned, feeling softer now.

"Thank you", Dawn said to him. "For all of it."

"Its fine", Eliot assured her, before they parted, and he and Oliver shared a nod with Dean and Sam too.

They all waved, before Eliot and Oliver walked into the breach, as Eliot told Oliver. "Don't tell my friends about what I sang."

"I've no idea what you're talking about", Oliver shrugged. "I never sang either."

Eliot nodded, the two walking through, and the breach closed, while Dawn stopped glowing.

"Just the three of us left now", Sora said, gesturing to himself, Dean and Sam.

Few minutes later

They were all at the graveyard now, and Sora aimed at Dawn one last time, the beam striking her while energy seeped out of her, and this time, two breaches were formed. Sora saw a flash of Destiny Islands through one of them, and Dean and Sam saw a flash of their own world too.

"Time to go then", Dean said, looking at Sora. "Thanks kid."

"No problem", Sora told him, while Sam turned to Giles.

"Remember what we said", Sam reminded.

"I will", Giles said with a nod.

Buffy looked at Sora and told him again. "Thank you again, for what you did."

"Like I said, its what I do", Sora told her, before Dawn walked to him and gave him a hug too, and he returned it.

"Thank you, Sora", she said gratefully.

"You're welcome, Dawn", he replied in kind, as they parted.

"I don't like kids, 'cept the Nibblet", Spike quipped, then looked at Sora. "You're an exception too, mate."

"Uhhh….thanks?" Sora said, as Spike chuckled.

"It's a compliment", Tara assured him. "And the best one he can give you."

"Right, thank you", Sora said cheerfully, as Dean and Sam sat in the Impala, and then drove it to the breach, waving at them all as they waved back, and the two shared a meaningful look with Buffy, before going into the breach, which closed.

Sora looked at all of them once more, and then he walked to his breach as well, sharing waves and nods, before walking inside the breach that closed, and Dawn stopped glowing.

"Well…." Dawn trailed off.

"I'm sorry", Buffy wrapped an arm around Dawn. "I'll take better care of you now."

Dawn simply nodded with a smile. "Thank you."

"Willow, I should have tried to help you with your magic before", Giles said to her. "I realize I haven't done that well, but I'll do better from now on", he looked at her, then Tara, then Xander, then Anya, and then Dawn, "for all of you."

He'd done a lot for Buffy, now it was time for the rest of them.

"Well, I'll be off then", Spike said as he began to walk off, and after he was a distance away, Buffy followed him.

"Wait", she said.

"What?" Spike asked, turning back to her.

Walking closer to him, Buffy said. "Thank you."

Then, she kissed him on the lips, and he kissed her back, both of them closing their eyes, leaning deeper into the kiss.

They did not know what would happen next, but they enjoyed this moment with each other.

Earth-199999, Bowie, Arizona

Rambo was limping away, The Bus now on the ground.

"I have to say", Coulson said, walking up next to Rambo. "You recovered faster than we expected."

"It was nothing", Rambo simply said with a shrug, continuing to move away.

"You sure you don't need anymore help from us?" Coulson asked, but Rambo did not reply, just walking off.

Walking to Rambo's front, Coulson said to him, in a voice filled with sincerity. "Thank you for everything you've done, Captain Rambo."

Rambo only looked at him, an unreadable expression on his hardened features before turning around and limping away.

Melinda came up to Coulson's side.

"I do think we should have told him", Coulson admitted to her.

Melinda shook her head. "Not yet." When the time was right, she'd tell herself. She just hoped it came very soon.

Earth-205

Dean and Sam drove back into their world, as Dean cheered in relief. "Its good to be back, baby!"

"I know the feeling", Sam nodded, when they heard a flutter and saw Castiel in front of them.

Seeing him, they got out as Castiel told them. "So, you ended up journeying to another world as well."

"Yeah", Dean told him. "Didn't think you'd care though."

Castiel grasped his head, then said. "Try not to repeat this again."

And with that, he was gone, as Dean turned to Sam. "That was weird."

"So weird", Sam agreed.

Destiny Islands

Sora was rushing through the Destiny Islands once more, happy to be back, when he saw Riku and Kairi in front of him.

"Sora!" Kairi cried out. "Where were you?"

"I ended up going to another world by accident", Sora told the both of them. "But now I just got back."

"How did that happen?" Riku asked his friend.

"Some kind of portal", Sora explained. "But I made some friends there too, and it looks like they needed me."

"Well, glad you could help", Riku smiled. "And glad you're back now."

"What now?" Kairi asked Sora.

Remembering his own song, and the songs he'd sung without realizing why, Sora told them. "Let us meet King Mickey and Master Yen Sid. What King Mickey said in the letter…..more people need my help now."

Earth-21, Metropolis

Clark smiled, flying through the city once more, as he heard someone crying out. "HELP!"

Hearing that, Clark flew down to save whoever it was. Like before, he was happy to be back, and he hoped there would be a way to meet those people from other worlds again.

And he couldn't wait to tell Oliver about his doppelganger.

Universe-208, Umbara

On Umbara, there was no concept of night or day, considering it's a planet shrouded in darkness. Steve wasn't sure how the hours were counted on Umbara, or how the galactic standard worked in the Republic. All the soldier could do was wait for the right moment. He began to shut his eyes in an effort to gain some rest.

But there was no rest to be had.

"BUCKY!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"You could have had the power of the Gods!"

"You must have danced?"

"The story of Captain America is one of honor, bravery, and sacrifice."

"What makes you so special?"

"SUPPRESSING FIRE!"

"MEDIC!"

"I'm with you to end of the line."

"You're my mission."

"LET'S HEAR IT FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA!"

"Steve…"

"MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!"

"INCOMING!"

"HAIL HYDRA!"

"I want to go home…"

"Not a perfect soldier, but a good man."

Gasping himself awake, the captain immediately got to his feet and checked his surroundings. He was in his small cell, on Umbara, with the 501st. Steve panted hard, each breath shaking his body. This wasn't Europe, but it was still a war. As Steve braced himself against the wall, he tried to unravel what happened, but in his heart he knew.

There is such a thing as too much war.

Every blink brought back more images. Bucky's fall, and the Winter Soldier. Schmidt pulling his face off. Peggy in that red dress. The battle of Normandy, the Bulge. Men reduced to nothing, or bleeding piles of flesh. Zola's face on the monitor.

His promise to Dr. Erskine.

It felt like almost a week had passed, since he found himself in another war. Had he done enough? Could he have done more? There was no answer that could settle Steve's mind, nothing could hide the past.

So lost in his own thoughts, the super soldier nearly did not notice the ray shield being disabled, and Fives standing before him, helmet on. "You good, Steve?"

Instead of answering, Steve merely wiped away the sweat and collected his helmet from the floor, placing it on as he stood straighter. "Ready and waiting."

"Good, because it's time." Steve followed Fives on to the platform, rising past the imprisoned Umbarans before the former was finally above ground again. "I told the guards I'd cover for them until their relief arrived. We need to be quick." Fives told him as they hastily walked through the halls. "Tried to get your shield as well, but it's got our techs wound up. They've never seen a substance like it."

"She's one of a kind."

Fives shook his head. "Good to know, maybe that will-" Fives and Steve halted when a pair of Clones rounded the corner. All four froze at the sight of each other. "Ughhhhh, I'm taking the prisoner to, um, be interviewed before his trial." There was no stopping his wince. Honestly, Steve would have thought Fives was a better liar than that.

The two Clones remained staring at the ARC and captain. It was a tense few seconds until, to the surprise of both men, the duo stood to the side at attention. "Of course, sir, sorry to delay you."

Fives shared a look with Steve, who smiled at the two. "Right, well, we must be off. Carry on, troopers." Fives told them as he marched ahead, Steve slowed as he passed the identical Clones, nodding to both. "Oz, Jester." There was a slight twitch, possibly of surprise, but Steve was already catching up with the ARC trooper.

"That was close." The Domino squad member sighed in relief.

"I'm surprised they didn't arrest us."

"After they saw you, there was no way they were turning us in." Fives revealed to a stunned Steve. "Oh don't give me that look. A lot of Clones owe their lives to you, you stood up for us when no one else would. The brothers remember that sort of thing."

It was silent all the way until they finally reached the outside, Steve pondering on the effect he had on the men, how deep did it go. It was a question for later. Steve stayed by Fives' side as they stealthily went around the building to a closest available starfighters. No one would give Fives a second glance, but they could not push their luck with Steve being seen.

"Our pilots should be joining us right…now." Fives told him as they made a run for the unoccupied fighters, just as two more Clones met them in the middle. Jesse and Hardcase.

"Steve." Jesse greeted happily.

"Good to see you, buddy." Hardcase slugged Steve's shoulder. The burnt one, which he just realized. "Ah scrap. My bad."

"You can make it up to me after." Steve told him as they split up and took their seats. Memories of the first and only time he flew came back to Steve, recalling the exact button he pushed before the ray shield encircled him and rose up, keeping his hands steady and level while the dome attached to the rest of the fighter.

The four of them looked to each before they rose higher above the ground before the engines thrusted the aircraft upwards, the base looking smaller and smaller by the second as they flew further into the air.

Steve was not usually a pilot, not unless the situation dictated otherwise, but considering this was only the second time he flew an alien spaceship, he believed he was doing okay so far. Which reminded him. "How was your test flights?"

"Oh it went great!"

"Hardcase blew up a hanger", Jesse clarified the overenthusiastic Clone.

Double taking at the revelation, Steve could not help a short laugh escape him.

"Well, at least you have the general idea down."

Earth-1, Star City, the Lair

Eliot had cooked for everyone, and was serving them, as they ate.

"This is really good", Laurel had to say.

"My apologies for schooling your asses when we first met", Eliot quipped, getting chuckles out of everyone.

"You just had to bring that up", Thea said bitterly, but without malice.

Eliot shrugged with a grin. "Well, forget the past, you're doomed to repeat it."

"You're blessed to eat this", Hardison of all people told them, as they ate what Eliot had cooked, loving it.

"So, what was this world like?" Parker asked.

"Vampires and Demons run around, and a chosen girl fights them, as do others", Oliver shrugged. "And apparently, I've doppelgangers on other worlds too. Didn't meet any but Dean and Sam said there's a Demon hunter me on their Earth."

"You as a hunter, huh?" Sara smirked at Oliver. "I can imagine that."

"Yeah, and Superman said there was an Oliver Queen on his Earth too, though he looks different apparently", Eliot commented. "And Dean and Sam had a doppelganger of me too, but his name's Lee."

"So, doppelgangers who look the same with same names, who look the same with different names, and who look different with same names", Hardison groaned. "This is gonna give me a headache."

"You're not the only one", Parker said to him.

"Barry gave us this while you were away", Diggle held up two small devices. "Cisco made these, they're called interdimensional extrapolators. They can allow us to open portals between their world and ours, and talk as well. One's for us, one's for them."

"Well", Ethan shared a look with all of them. "I guess this is it."

Universe-208, Umbara

"These things are trickier than I imagined." Jesse communicated through the onboard comms as his fighter tilted side to side. "I hope this is a good idea."

"Well it's better than Krell's plan." Fives shot.

"Any plan is better than Krell's plan." Steve added, watching as Jesse started to get the hang of the controls.

Hardcase chortled. "Can't argue with that."

"You know, I'm only doing this because I don't like him."

"That's reason enough." Fives told his brother. He did not care what reasons they had, as long as they were here.

A laughter came from the overly enthusiastic Clone. "I'm just doing it for the fun."

"This isn't the fun part, that comes after we land and try to explain this to Krell." Steve pointed out.

There was no explaining this to Krell. Fives knew what was coming. "We knew what we were signing up for."

"Hopefully General Skywalker gets back before we have anything to worry about."

Steve wished he could share Jesse's hope, but it would be a stretch. They still disobeyed orders, and Steve himself was court martialed and awaiting trial before he was broken out. Knowing Krell, what came next won't be-

"Whoa! What the…"

Steve's thoughts were halted by Fives' exclamation, and he understood why.

"Oh my God."

Whatever Steve believed a dogfight in this galaxy would look like…this was nothing like what he could have imagined.

Dozens upon dozens of starships filled the air, some featuring skeletal designs while others were long, each and every one dwarfed the Helicarriers due to sheer size. Bolts of blue, red, and green filled the atmosphere while explosions impacted the ships.

"You still with us, big guy?"

"I am, its just…" Steve tried to answer Hardcase, even as what he believed to be the infamous droids, for there was no way an Umbaran could fit into the sleek pair of fighters that flew past them. That was only one moment in this massive theatre of a dogfight. "I've never seen anything like this."

"We get this done fast, hopefully you won't have to again." Jesse tried to ease Steve's worries, but he couldn't. Nobody could. He knew they fought aerial battles during the war, the Battle of Britain, Battle of Midway, both involving British and American Air Forces, but the starships, the closest thing he could liken it to was battleships in a naval battle. Truly though, there was no comparison.

The war machines in this galaxy, it made Steve fear what could one day come for Earth.

"Try to fly steady. We're going in." Fives led them through the carnage in formation.

Breathing through the nose, Steve focused, there was no time for doubt. They had a mission, and Steve will see it complete. The 501st, the 212th, and the other battalions on the ground needed them.

However, even as they flew past the starships and other fighters of designs Steve would not have thought possible, he could immediately tell which belonged to the Clones, and it did not look good. They were hopelessly outgunned and outnumbered.

"I know what you're thinking, Steve, but we can't help them, not like this." Fives could tell what Steve was thinking without even looking to the super soldier. He knew, because he felt the same thing as Steve. "Only with that supply ship gone can we end this."

Steve tore his gaze away from a Clone fighter spinning out of control before crashing against an enemy ship. "You're right." Nothing hurt Steve more than walking away from a fight, but this wasn't theirs.

"I'm still not liking this."

"Easy, boys. We don't need itchy trigger fingers." Five warned them all.

A squadron of Umbaran fighters shot down a Y-shaped fighter before joining the quartet from behind. Jesse looked back uneasily until they flew off. "Looks like they think we're Umbaran, all right."

"Rather not find out how long it takes for them to take a look at who's flying these things." Steve expressed his worries and were not unfounded. All it took was one look for them to find the super soldier and three Clones in the cockpit.

"There's the supply ship." The best Steve could describe the ship supplying the capital with arms was a ball that was split in half, connected by a flat bridge, as well as the fact it was massive. Steve shuddered at the thought of how much ammunition that thing was holding.

"Let's do this." Hardcase's excitement could be felt even in the other fighters.

No matter how little training each of them actually had in the Umbaran fighters, each soldier made sure their hands and heads were steady. Without any knowledge of what the ship's layout was like, Steve flew behind Jesse in the back, being the last one to enter the opening that he felt was a tight fit. They went in regardless, flying through a long, curving hanger, with crates and whatever else below them. It was then that Steve saw what he has been warned about: droids. Clankers, as the men called them. Lanky and skinny androids that marched over everything they were pointed at.

It did not take long for them to notice the pilots.

"I thought you said these things were incompetent." Steve said over the blaster fire that shot up at them.

"They are, but even droids get lucky." Jesse defended himself, as the bolts hit the ray shield. He'd never been more thankful these things are ray shielded.

Blaster bolts notwithstanding, they flew on regardless of being caught, until the hanger doors started to close. "Why did they have to go and do that?" Jesse groaned before gesturing with his hand, and the same weapon that killed his brothers launched from his fighter, electromagnetic plasma disintegrating the obstacle, creating an explosion that sent debris flying across the hanger. Even striking one of the fighters.

"Hardcase, your wing!" Steve warned him.

The Clone waved it off. "Only a scratch."

Steve still watched Hardcase's fighter worriedly while keeping an eye for anymore barriers. Nothing was stopping them as they flew faster.

Fives' targeting system locked on their target just ahead of them. "Reactor core locked. Prepare missiles." Steve, Jesse, and Hardcase followed the ARC Trooper's example, gesturing with their hands as the plasma charged, "Fire missiles!" Then launched forward when the reactor came into view.

The glowing orbs of plasma spiraled through the air, getting closer to the target. Steve's heart was filled with hope and was ready to steer the fighter around.

Only for an energy shield to deploy, blocking both the plasma and them.

"Ray shields, hit the deck!" The three Clones and volunteer slowed their fighters as they turned and opened fire on the droids, shooting right back at them.

Steve's eyes flicked around when he saw a doorway to the side closest to Hardcase. "I think I see a way around."

"Good, because I don't think our shields could take much more of a beating." Jesse was right, even on Steve's screen warnings in languages he didn't understand were popping up.

"We can't turn back now!" Despite the impending danger and firefight between fighter and droids, Steve saw Hardcase jump out of the protection of the pilot's chair.

"Hardcase! Get back in your ship!"

"Hardcase, wait!" Steve didn't hesitate and lowered himself out as well, quickly sprinting and dodging as he grabbed the Clone around the chest.

"No-woah!" Hardcase felt himself lifted off his feet, hearing the whiz of bolts go by his head before he was thrown back into the pilot's chair of another fighter, the ray shield activating, and a screaming super soldier thrown against it. "STEVE!"

"No one else dies!" Steve yelled at him before running back to the missile pod Hardcase pulled off his fighter, even as a third bolt hit his arm.

"Steve, stop! We need to go!"

"Then go!" Steve yelled back at Fives ducking under another bolt before grabbing the pod and lifting it over his head with some strain.

"Not without you!" Jesse argued back.

"I'm a soldier, I chose this!" Steve told them before disappearing through the doorway.

"I ain't leaving him!" Hardcase said as he fired back in the growing mass of droids.

"Fives…" Jesse looked to the ARC Trooper for guidance. Their shields were failing, and more clankers were coming out of everywhere.

Steve would give his life for any one of the Clones. He would fight and die for the men beside him. Fives knew that, but he also knew even hurt, the man was a super soldier.

"Jesse, we clear the way! Hardcase stay behind in case Steve comes back!"

"Yes, sir!"

Those shots were starting to really hurt, were Steve's thoughts as he lowered the missile pod so it could hover above the ground. Gently, with great force, Steve allowed it to glide toward the reactor before bolting back at greater speeds than humans could achieve through the hall to the other side of the shields, where less droids were firing, but more fighters remained.

"I told you to get out of here!"

"And I'm telling you, no man left behind! Now get on!" Hardcase shouted as he moved the fighter forward.

Steve got a running start before leaping up onto the wing of the fighter he originally piloted, wrapping his arms around it as the Clone punched it out of there. He had to keep his head down, but it did nothing to muffle the sounds of the explosion behind them. Or the heat of the flames that were gaining on them. Not even being able to make out their journey back through the hanger, Steve could only clutch the wing tighter and pray.

"This is gonna be close." Hardcase muttered. Keeping his eyes forward rather than the fiery doom coming from behind, the tattooed Clone urged the fighter to go faster before finally seeing the opening they came through, and pushed his hands forward for a boost in speed before the explosion engulfed the entire hanger, and blew half the ship apart.

"WAAAAHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hardcase's cheer could almost be heard by Steve over the winds of the upper atmosphere, he would have joined him too, had he not needed to conserve his strength.

But they did it. The capital was without their supplies, and they were one step closer to ending this fight.

Earth-199999, New York City

Tony was on the computers, Natasha standing behind him as he sighed. "Sorry we haven't been able to bring Cap back yet."

"Its fine, all of you tried", Natasha assured him, then remembered what he'd said to Johnny. "What you said in there-"

"I know, it was too-"

"No, it wasn't", Natasha said, making him look up at her. "I appreciate what you did there."

"Thanks Nat", Tony said, when the computer shut off. "What in the….?"

"What's happening?" Natasha inquired, as Thor, Clint and Banner came in too.

"Some stuff just got shut off", Clint said, as confused as Natasha. "Why'd that be?"

"Is it some manner of attack?" Thor asked as well.

"My company has underground wiring", Stark revealed to them. "Downtown that is. And some devices are connected to those, meaning-"

"There is something there", Banner agreed. "Could be an accident though."

"That'd be true, if it was just one or two things, but its a lot of stuff shutting down", Clint pointed out.

"J?" Tony asked his AI, in his own private handheld device.

"It seems the power is going down in various parts of the city."

"It is an attack", Natasha sighed.

Reed, who'd heard this from outside, walked in and asked. "So, are you gonna take on whatever it is?"

"You bet your stretchy ass we are", Tony said as he stood up and walked ahead, his suit flying onto him and covering him as well.

Few minutes later

Thor and Tony were flying around the city, before they came upon the downtown area, below which the wiring was located.

As they landed on the ground, Thor seemed to sense the Earth shaking, for reasons he could not tell, but he could sense it.

"There is…something under the ground. Something giant….and angry."

"What do we do then, Point Break?" Tony inquired, as the Quinjet hovered above them, Natasha and Clint piloting it.

"The area has been evacuated of civilians", Natasha told them via comms.

"In that case, we will have to bring this creature out into the open, and slay it", Thor said, looking at Tony, the two of them sharing a nod.

With a loud roar, Thor raised Mjolnir, and brought it down on the ground, shattering it upon impact, forming a huge crater due to the blow.

"Still not coming", Clint noted.

"I know what to do about that", Thor smirked as he aimed Mjolnir at the crater, and lightning shot down into the crater.

And then, a very angry screech was heard, followed by a roaring sound, as everything shook.

"Looks like Part 1 of the plan is working", Tony quipped. "What about Part 2?"

"We shall see", Thor said, both backing off, as a figure rose out of the tunnel. It was green in color, and its body looked like it was made of rock from a distance.

As it rose from the tunnel, it glared at Thor and Tony both while roaring, and rose to a height of 100 feet, to Tony's shock.

"Okay, not seen anything bigger than this", Tony muttered as he prepared to fly.

"Me neither", Thor confessed, as Tony's eyes widened, and then both of them took to the sky.

The creature roared as it tried to strike at the Quinjet first, Natasha and Clint weaving it out of the way before firing a hail of rounds upon the creature, but it was completely unaffected by that.

Before it could strike at them again, Tony fired repulsors at it from behind, staggering it forwards by a bit as it turned to him now, glaring angrily.

"Uh-oh", he muttered, flying away, barely dodging a strike by the creature before Thor slammed Mjolnir onto its body, sending it flying off by a little distance before falling down, breaking the ground more, and also damaging some buildings nearby from the shockwave.

Part of the Quinjet opened up as Colossus leapt out, and punched the slowly recovering creature hard, sending it staggering back a little bit, and then he landed as it struck him, sending him back as well.

Iceman was out as well, and he circled around the creature on an ice slide, firing at it as it screeched, then shattered the slide, Bobby falling before making another ice slide to move away, making a perimeter now to try and keep civilians on the ground away.

Some news helicopters were already there, recording and reporting the entire thing.

As the creature roared, Tony fired a laser from his shoulder, hitting it as it screeched in pain, before trying to strike him again as he flew up to avoid.

Thor made to hit the creature once more, only for flames to hit him as he grunted, before staggering back, as another creature rose up from the tunnels.

This one was greyish in color, had three heads, and wings that it was using to fly in the air.

The three heads roared and spewed flames at the Quinjet and the news helicopters. Natasha and Clint steered the Quinjet away, as Tony flew in the way of one helicopter, taking the flames while grunting in pain.

"Suit overheating, sir."

Thor flew in the way of the other one, and twirled Mjolnir, using it to absorb the flames, before firing them back at the creature as it was hit instead, being sent flying back.

But during that time, the 100 feet creature managed to strike the Quinjet, sending it spiraling as Natasha and Clint struggled to get it under control.

Thor flew underneath them, and held the Quinjet up with one hand, before flying towards the ground, where he lowered it gently, and broke apart a piece of it, allowing Natasha and Clint to stagger out.

"Thanks for the save", Natasha thanked Thor, who just gave a nod, watching Tony fire repulsors at two heads of the winged creature, before dodging a strike by the 100 feet monster, who then smacked two news helicopters down.

Thor quickly flew up to save them as the three-headed one spewed flames again, only for Iceman to slide in and fire his ice beams, the fire and ice beams clashing as Clint wondered. "Now what?"

Avengers Tower

Banner, Reed, Susan and Johnny were watching what was going on in the news, as Banner said. "I think I will have to go now. Its time for Code Green."

"Is it?" Johnny asked with a look on his face that Susan immediately recognized.

"Johnny, don't even think about it!" Susan cried out.

"Never do."

With that, Johnny leapt off the building and fell downward.

"Flame on!" he yelled before igniting himself. He was soon flying toward the source of the chaos.

Reed and Sue exchanged looks before racing off.

Reed entered the small room. "Ben. We need your help."

"Go away," he grunted. "Last time I listened to ya, look what happened."

Reed swallowed. "Ben. I am sorry. And I know you hate me now but…We need your help. Johnny needs your help."

"Kid brags he can do it on his own, let him."

"Benjamin Grimm," Sue snapped. "You are not the person who wallows in self-pity, you never were. You are also not the person to just sit here and let people get hurt when you can stop it. So get that rocky ass of yours out of this and help us out!"

Ben looked up at her and slowly smiled. "Damn, Reed. Ya really could pick 'em."

Thor and Colossus were thrown back by strikes from the 100 feet creature, as the three-headed one made to fire at another helicopter with one head, having thrown Iceman down, when Johnny flew in.

As it fired, Johnny fired back, and their beams of fire clashed against each other, Johnny grunting as he said. "Take that!"

And then, his flames managed to overpower those of the beast, sending its fire beam back as the creature staggered backwards too, while Reed, Susan and Ben arrived down below.

Tony fired repulsors at the 100 foot creature which screeched, then struck another helicopter, sending it flying off.

On instinct, Sue threw out her hands and the helicopter suddenly stopped in place like it had smashed into a solid wall, the reporters gasping in shock.

"What the….That you, Suzie?" Ben gasped. She blinked.

"I…I guess so." She frowned. "This is…It's like I can see a bubble there!"

"Force shields," Reed intoned with wonder as police cars arrived. "You can project solid constructs of invisible force, a telekinetic offshoot of your main abilities!"

Ben was moving when he saw an attractive red-haired woman stumbling about the street, and realized she was blind. The three-headed creature saw her, and spewed flames from its mouth.

Moving faster than one might expect from his size, Ben put himself in between the woman and the flames. Ben hissed as he felt it strike its back. However, his rocky hide was unhurt.

Ben looked down at the woman. "You okay, lady?" He was struck by her for some reason. "Lady?"

"It's…Alicia…" she said. She reached out to rub his face. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Um…Yer welcome." Ben moved to hand her off to a waiting cop. "You just take it easy, ok? Alicia?"

Turning, Ben saw the creature start to fly at him and growled while punching his fist into his open palm. "Alright you big, ugly, three headed, bad breath, son of a bitch, I've been cooped up with a lot of rage to dish out and no one to take it out on. You know what that means?" The winged creature roared at him, with Ben grinning. "That's right...IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!"

As the creature made to spew more flames, Ben leapt and punched it in the chest, making it screech and fly back by many feet.

The 100 foot creature sent a police cruiser flying off, and it was about to crush a cop when Reed stretched out, and used his own body to become a trampoline, catching the police vehicle while grunting at the effort, though he succeeded in stopping it.

"The winged one looks like an evolved, monstrous dinosaur", Reed commented while grunting, as Johnny fired flames at the 100 foot creature.

"Yeah, how do you like my hotness? Eh?" Johnny taunted, before Thor slammed Mjolnir on it from behind, sending it flying off and falling, creating another crater.

"I have a plan", Reed then said as Tony flew down next to him.

"Would love to hear it, stretch", Tony quipped, Reed rolling his eyes.

"All right, so here's what we will do…."

The winged creature fired its flames at Ben, who grunted and hissed, resisting the flames, before leaping and punching one face, making it rear backwards as the creature flew back by a few feet.

Tony fired his repulsors at the 100 feet creature's face, before firing his Unibeam. "Take this!"

The Unibeam hit the creature and staggered it back by some distance as it screeched in pain.

"Ben!" Reed cried out. "Throw yours at the other one."

As the winged creature flew at him again, Ben leapt, getting behind it, and mid-jump, grabbed the creature from behind, and threw it at the 100 foot creature, the winged one crashing into it as both flew off by a few feet.

"Sue, Johnny, Thor!" Reed cried out, and so, Thor and Johnny flew near where the two creatures were falling, right before Susan held out her hands.

An invisible force field was created, trapping the creatures inside, Susan grunting due to their size and strength, as this was taking a lot of effort.

"Come on, fire and lightning? They'll be cooked up", Johnny said.

"Aye", Thor nodded, before firing his lightning as Johnny fired his flames, and the two mixed, before hitting both the creatures at full and amplified power, as they both roared and screeched in utter agony, writhing in pain.

Thor and Johnny did not let up one bit, and continued for a whole minute, before Susan sighed, letting go, and the creatures crashed to the ground, making everything shake and forming another crater, both badly singed and burnt.

"Oh yeah!" Johnny cheered, tapping Thor's shoulder, who just gave him a look, making him stop. "Sorry."

They flew down, as Reed supported Susan. "You all right?"

"I think so", she panted, while Ben walked near them, and the Avengers all stepped nearby too, along with Piotr and Bobby.

A crowd of onlookers was coming, having seen the ending stage of the fight. It was silent for a few seconds, before them, including Alicia, and the police all began cheering.

"Well, it is not as bad as I believed", Ben had to say, as he looked at Alicia cheering too.

Johnny grinned. "Looks like we're in the big leagues now!"

As the Avengers, the two X-Men and the new Heroes were cheered for, a yellow-skinned, goblin-like creature with small eyes and a loincloth covering below its waist, watched and listened to the defeat of the other two beasts from the giant crater that the 100 feet creature had made, and it retreated deeper into the ground.

Eventually, the goblin-like creature ended up in the front of a throne made of rock.

On the throne sat a dwarfish, overweight man with a poor posture and an unusually large nose that made him look grotesque, with blue glasses around his eyes, a green suit, and a staff in hand.

The goblin-like creature climbed onto the throne, and whispered into the overweight man's ear.

A moment later, the man angrily let out a yell of defeat.

Universe-208, Umbara

Whether they knew they were going to make it back to the base or not, the sight of the airbase never made the four of them so happy. Hardcase was still whooping even as he landed beside Fives and Jesse, jumping out the chair to help Steve off the wing, keeping a hand around the man who saved his life. "We did it, brother."

"That we did." Steve found the two other Clones, their helmets removed, and smiling.

"All in a day's work." Steve smiled back at them.

"I'd like to see Krell grumble about that!" Hardcase laughed, slugging Steve's other shoulder, before hearing his pained hiss.

"Hardcase." Jesse groaned while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What? I punched his other shoulder!"

Fives got on the other side of Steve. "And he got shot in that arm."

Hardcase's eyes widened and saw that below the "A" symbol on his suit that there was another blackened and burned wound on the arm. "Oh come on!"

"It's the thought that counts." Steve joked as the three Clones helped the injured super soldier walk forward before being greeted by Captain Rex and Tup.

"You actually did it." The Clone with the manbun said in amazement.

Rex walked forward until he had the three Clones and volunteer in front of him. "Good work, all of you." He told them before checking Steve's condition. "Punch through another ray shield."

"No, actually, I got shot. Three times."

Rex hummed before smirking. "Walk it off, super soldier."

Steve could not stop himself from laughing, joined by Fives and Jesse before they were all eclipsed by Hardcase's roar of laughter. In that brief moment, they forgot about the consequences, instead choosing to relish the victory. It was close, but they pulled through. All of them.

It ended too soon.

The clanking of a door being opened interrupted them. The four Clones and two captains turned to a squad of Clones, led by Sergeant Appo, making their way toward them. Without even being told, they knew it was not to congratulate them on the mission.

"General Krell would like to see them in the tower, and for the prisoner to return to his cell." Appo was not as overzealous as Dogma when it came to following orders, but he was as bad when it came to enacting them.

"Can't you see he's hurt? He needs to go to the infirmary!" Hardcase pleaded for Steve, but the Avenger knew what was coming.

"Those are the orders." Hardcase wanted to make a move, but Rex held him back, a pair of Clones walked forward, one with cuffs.

"Steve." The Clone carrying the binders nervously gestured to his hands, pleading in his voice. Jesse and Hardcase stood before him protectively, but a look to Fives and a hand on both their shoulders told them to stand down, and they did, reluctantly.

"Steve, come on, you can't accept this!"

"I knew what I was doing, and I accept the consequences." Steve informed Hardcase as he turned, his hands behind his back while Gus tightened the cuffs. The wounds in his back and arm flared with pain. "It was an honor." Steve told his fellow pilots before Gus and Sketch led him back to his cell.

A single shot of bacta was all Kix was allowed to give him for the pain and to accelerate his natural healing before the medic was escorted away. Unlike his previous imprisonment, Steve was forced to endure captivity with his hands behind his back and his wounds untreated. There was no point blaming the Clones, it was not their fault. Steve blamed Krell, this had his cruelty and misconduct written all over it.

He heard the platform lower until it reached his level. Wondering at who it could be, Steve turned his head, and couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Fives, Jesse, and Hardcase, without their helmets and chest armor, all cuffed and put in the cell. The ray shield activated behind them, leaving the four men in the now cramped cell.

No words were spoken initially, Steve still not believing how this could happen. They disobeyed orders, sure, but they saved the battalion and God knows who else by destroying that ship.

Fives held his head high. "We accepted the consequences when we started this mission."

Even from the tight confines of the cuffs, Steve's hands clenched into fists, the knuckles popping, and his hate for Pong Krell only rising.

Earth-1, Star City

Hardison held the extrapolator in his hand, as Eliot and Oliver shared a meaningful look, then, to everyone's surprise, they shared an embrace.

"Thank you", Oliver whispered to Eliot.

"No problem", Eliot assured him. "Stay in touch."

"I will", Oliver nodded as they parted, looking at each other once more. "We will."

Hardison and Felicity shared a handshake, as Felicity said. "Thanks for…teaching me stuff."

"Its no problem", Hardison quipped. "Age of the geek, baby."

"You all gonna be fine?" Parker then asked them.

"We'll do our best", Sara assured her, then shared a handshake with her, Hunt, Hardison, and finally Eliot. "Thank you for helping Ollie."

"Its what I do", Eliot assured her.

"We will see you all around soon", Hunt added from his end, as more handshakes went around.

Then, Hardison pressed the device, and a breach opened. "Oh boy, this is gonna be something!"

"Good luck", Oliver said to the group of four.

"Good luck to you all as well", Eliot said in reply, the two sharing one more nod, before Hardison, Parker and Ethan stepped into the breach, walking through it.

And then, Eliot walked into as well, before it finally closed.

"Well then", Oliver turned to the rest of his team. "Time to get to work again."

Earth-199999, New York City

A breach opened as Eliot, Parker, Hardison and Ethan came out, and they looked around while the breach closed, seeing the Avengers Tower.

"Well, we're back in our world", Hardison had to say.

"Its good to be back", Eliot told the rest of them with a smile. "Thank you for coming for me."

"Always", Parker assured him.

"So, what now?" Hunt asked.

"Nate and Sophie were worried about you, let's meet them, and celebrate", Hardison told the rest of them, before looking at Eliot. "And your old SHIELD buddies did help us in trying to find you."

"May", Eliot said with a fond smile.

"I could call Luther and Benji too", Hunt offered.

"Oh yeah, they're welcome too", Eliot said, smiling and taking a deep breath. "Once more- its good to be back."

And we're done with another monster of a chapter.

First of all, thanks a lot to Michael Weyer for letting me use scenes from his 'Taking Flight (And Fights)' for the Fantastic Four stuff.

And thanks a lot to Brainstorm Sorcerer and gussygus28 for their help too, the former again doing scenes on the SW side for me, while the latter gave a good basic outline for the musical, and thank you to Stand with Ward and Queen for some suggestions too.

Hardcase lives, while Blade has met Quinlan, and we see Vizsla getting his scar 'on-screen' here.

The Fantastic Four are already making a headline, LOL! Imagine Alyson Hannigan as Alicia Masters, thank you to gussygus28 for the casting.

Superman's calling out of Willow was inspired by when Clark threatened Lex at the end of the pilot of 'Lois and Clark: The New Adventure of Superman', though of course context was changed. This, combined with Tara calling her out early, and Buffy's revelation all brought Willow back to her senses a bit earlier than in canon, so no messes in 6x9 and 6x10, while Buffy is back to her senses too, though she still did kiss Spike.

Sora from 'Kingdom Hearts' is so optimistic he can give even Superman pointers on how to be more hopeful. While 'Kingdom Hearts' is made fun of for some funny dialogues, and the plot getting more convoluted overtime, I still love the franchise, and its characters, and its gameplay and its music with all my heart, and will continue to do so, and consider Sora's presence here a tribute to the video game series that made my childhood so enjoyable. As for the plot, I think even if it gets convoluted, it makes a lot of sense.

Thanks a lot to Lizz Robinett for her covers once more, as I used the lyrics of her covers for Roxas', Xion's and Sora's theme songs here.

Eliot sang a modified version of the song 'Let Me Go' by his actor Christian Kane, and also 'Angel With A Shotgun' by 'The Cab'. Oliver's song was original and AI-generated.

Sweet had more minions than in canon here due to how many characters there were in the Musical.

I cut 'Give Me Something To Sing About' last time as Buffy was not depressed, so it got put in this time. 'Walk Through The Fire' happened with the Scoobies, Dean and Sam off-screen, and since Sweet got a beating, 'Where Do We Go From Here?' did not happen.

Now, what have the SHIELD Team discovered in Rambo's blood? Its nothing unnatural, but the next chapter shall give an answer. Still, any guesses?

Also, for AOS, this is between 2x6 and 2x7, since the team would have some time between those two episodes.

Cisco could make the extrapolators easier because of his powers, as no one on the Marvel side has such powers to help making the device easier for them.

How ironic is it that Blade drank from Dooku, since Sir Christopher Lee (RIP) used to play Dracula before?

The Leverage team and Hunt are back on their Earth, and now, I will say- 'Leverage' is a must-watch show. Its basic premise you already know from what I've shown in this story, especially Chapter 14 (the team consist of a Hitter, a Hacker, a Thief, a Grifter and a Mastermind), but anyways, the best thing about it is that every character is fully utilized, and none of them feel wasted, all five of them get great arcs and great stuff to do, so its a perfect 'Five Man Band'.

Also, Eliot is the team Powerhouse, but he does not suffer from 'The Worf Effect', which is a trope named after the character Worf from 'Star Trek', who was the team Powerhouse but kept getting knocked out all the time to show how strong the threat of the week is, and it got too old, and whenever the strongest guy around in anything gets overpowered, its called 'The Worf Effect'.

But Eliot never suffers from it, because the problem is something that can't just go away by him punching it really hard. His job is to protect the team, and he always wins fights he is in. He has been pushed a few times, but he always comes out on top, and that makes him a very well-utilized Powerhouse, the best one easily.

And, he also doesn't like guns, so him picking up a gun is the equivalent to Superman giving his 'World of Cardboard' speech.

Anyways, this show is a must-watch because of everything I said above, and I thank the YouTube channel 'Overly Sarcastic Productions' for introducing me to it by talking about Eliot in their 'Powerhouse' video. Eliot is the best utilized Powerhouse in anything IMO, with Toph from ATLA on second, and Thor from EMH on third.

Anyways, hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter.