Heroes coming together Chapter 35: The Monster at Channel's End, a Flash + Avengers Crossover fanfic

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Chapter 35- The Monster at Channel's End

Earth-1, STAR Labs

With an annoyed grunt, Caitlin walked off the elevator with the Cortex in mind. "Cisco, you there?" She called out as she rounded the hallway. Getting no response, she assumed that he was likely busy in his workshop. It was annoying though, the moment Caitlin arrived home, she found out she forgot her keys. Driving all the way back was a pain, but it could be worse.

Cailtin stepped through the doorway of the Cortex when she froze.

Blood. So much blood.

Caitlin hesitantly stepped closer, walking around the monitors when she saw him. "CISCO!"

CCPD

"One Flash for the lovely young detective", Barry said with a not-so-subtle grin as he handed Patty her coffee.

Said detective looked at him with exasperation. "You have to stop being so smug about that." She "scolded" him but happily took the cup, savouring the much-needed espresso within. It was gonna be a long night, she needed the energy.

"Like you wouldn't brag about having a coffee or sandwich named after you", Barry countered as he sat in the chair next to Patty's desk.

"I wouldn't keep reminding people with the irony of…" Patty drew a circle with Barry's insignia, making him shrug. "I am sorry though, for cancelling."

"It's fine," Barry waved her off, "I told you, if anyone gets it, I do. You have a tough case."

Patty had to snort before taking another sip of her coffee. "That's an understatement."

"Look we can-" His phone ringing interrupted the speedster from finishing as he fished out his phone. "Sorry, it's Caitlin." Barry said apologetically, but Patty smiled in understanding as he walked away from bullpen and up the stairs towards his lab. "Hey, what's-"

"CISCO'S BEEN SHOT!"

The noise of the world was silence, those words echoed in Barry's head. Seconds ran by in the real world, but in the perception of the Flash, it felt like an hour trying to process what he'd just heard. Barry's phone dropped from his hand and slowly fell to the floor, but he was already gone.

Running like lightning, Barry ran faster than ever before until he reached STAR Labs, running straight to the Cortex, and paused at the still sight before him. Caitlin, her clothes and hands stained in blood as she tried to stop the bleeding, one hand holding the phone to her ear.

"Barry?! BARRY?!" Caitlin screamed into the phone as panic took over. Cisco lost too much blood already, he needs a hospital. Now.

A strong gust of wind whipped Caitlin's hair across her face as she suddenly felt the lack of a body beneath her hand. The suit was whisked off the mannequin. Knowing what that meant, the bioengineer pushed herself to her feet and ran while calling another number.

It didn't matter how fast Barry ran, Cisco was in his arms, dying. He saw the wound; it was in the abdominal area. He's a CSI, Barry knows the likelihood of surviving a wound like that. He ran, yet no matter the speed, it all felt too slow.

He finally made it to Central City Hospital and blurred into the ER. "I need help!"

Immediately, doctors and nurses got over their shock of seeing the Flash and prepped a bed that Barry quickly deposited his closest friend on. "What happened?" One of the doctors got to work and checked Cisco's pulse.

"I-I don't know, he was shot."

"How long ago?"

"I-I…" Barry couldn't answer. He didn't know.

"OR 3 is clear. Page Dr. Rhodes."

"Pulse is faint."

"Breathing is shallow, we'll have to tube him."

The world deafened again. Barry could only stare after Cisco before the doors closed, and he was gone. Knowing there was nothing else he could do, the Flash sped away back to STAR Labs.

Earth-205, Kripke's Hollow

In his house, Chuck Shurley was trying to write his latest chapter, but his hand was shaking. Not out of hesitation, or confusion.

Out of anger.

His entire Plan, his entire story…it had been ruined! All because of those two scumbags with the shiny swords from that galaxy far, far away in that other Universe!

He had no idea how any of this had happened! The Singularity, while not in the works originally, had felt like a good thing first, because putting it in the story right before Dean had been sent to Hell had ignited enough interest for the books to keep on going longer than anyone had originally believed.

When Angel and Buffy Summers had accidentally ended up in this Universe, he'd allowed it, because it made for a fun 'crossover', that fans could totally enjoy, and they had too, the Multiverse concept had received some criticism from his readers, but most had liked it, especially since he hadn't done the cliché of having doppelgangers of the main characters in it, rather, it was a different Universe with different types of Heroes, and an entirely new set of rules with a complicated but interesting lore behind it. Still, some critics called it more like a 'fanfiction crossover' written by some fan rather than the actual writer.

Then, sometime later, the two brothers had accidentally ended up in the world of Angel and Buffy Summers, during a musical crossover of all things. Now that could have been a disaster, a 'jump the shark' moment (Adam Milligan's introduction was supposed to be that!), but it had been quite enjoyed by people, even if some fans had said that focusing it on the Winchesters would have been better since the other characters and Universes, they did not know that much.

Plus, he'd to change Superman into the 'Mighty Man' instead, or DC Comics would have come down upon him hard. Of course, he'd to change 'Clark Kent' as well…into 'Christopher Welling'. And the references to the Avengers had been changed to make those as references to an in-Universe fictional team named the 'Retaliators' instead, because Marvel Comics weren't gonna back down either if a mention of their biggest team had popped up.

Still, that crossover was considered a masterpiece by the few people who did read his works, and some even said it felt like something thought up by Joss Whedon himself, especially the 'Give Me Something To Sing About' sequence near the end, which was being called as a great, masterful representation of depression.

Of course, like before, it was considered a strange 'fanfiction crossover' experiment rather than something a real author would write by some critics.

The bit with the Alien wasn't as well-liked, though people did like Oliver Queen, and fortunately, he'd never written the creature to be an alien, so it was just a strange, unidentified and scary creature that gave off the vibe of a 'Cosmic Horror Story' to some extent. The critics calling it another 'weird fanfiction story' were still there though, not as much, but they were there.

Sadly, this had been the last one, as after this, the publisher had gone bankrupt finally, and they'd been forced to stop publishing his books.

But all of these, while not having been part of the Plan, had been implemented into it, for not deviating from it. But now, those two scumbags had made it all come undone!

He'd tried to banish them back to their Universe using his powers, but to his horror, something had blocked him entirely, a power greater than his own, what it was, he did not know. He'd sensed Michael and Raphael trying to do the same…and failing miserably as well!

Of course they would fail, they were his creations, if he could not succeed, they had no chance at all!

But his story…it had been ruined! Angrily, he threw his pen away, and then toppled his table, shaking in utter rage. However, he took some deep breaths, and calmed himself down.

Yes, he was feeling anger, but instead of throwing a tantrum, he was going to try something else first. This Universe deserved to be punished for coming so close to pleasing him….and then failing near the finishing line!

Especially those two Winchester brothers, and that Castiel too for trying to resist!

He was God after all, it wasn't always that He could punish some people for defying him so personally. But this time, he would, and relish every minute of it.

Earth-92, Sunnydale

Inside a place called 'Sunnydale Bison Lodge', a breach opened in a corner and out of it staggered Derek Hale, looking around weirdly as he saw various humans and non-human creatures mingling, wearing different suits.

"Again? Seriously?" Derek groaned, then saw some women walking around wearing ugly, green dresses of shiny, teal fabric. The sleeves weren't too long, and there were ruffles on all sleeves and on the skirts from the knee to the floor. There was a green flower over the heart too.

"I don't do fashion, but those are ugly dresses", Derek commented to himself. Based on the gathering, it seemed this was some sort of wedding, being attended by humans and non-humans both.

Well, it wasn't as strange as Pylea, he'd say that much at least.

But how was he supposed to get back?

"You know, you're kind of underdressed", a young, teenage girl whose hair was tied up, and who wore the same, ugly green dress, said as she walked up to him. "With the leather jacket and all that."

"Well, as long as I don't have to wear that", Derek shrugged while gesturing to her dress.

"Honestly….you're right, but I have no choice", the girl sighed before walking off, when Derek heard something, and turned his head to that direction.

An old man was tugging on the sleeve of a guy who was clearly the groom. "Please, I really need to talk to you."

The teenage girl was mentioning some squiggly present getting loose to the groom when the old man got the groom's attention. "Please, please, you have to listen." He pulled the groom away. "You have to listen to me!"

Soon, he pulled the groom a few feet away. "You can't get married today. It's a huge mistake."

The groom replied. "Yeah right, thanks for the advice, Uncle ... help me here?"

"Uncle?" The man asked. "You don't recognize me, do you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't-"

"It sounds crazy, I know", the man cut him off. "But you have to believe me." The groom looked puzzled. "I'm Xander Harris. I'm you."

Xander stared at him, bewildered.

Derek knew the old guy was lying and suddenly appeared next to him and Xander. "Are you, really?"

His sudden appearance spooked them both, making them jump.

"Never knew you were so sneaky, cousin...I'm drawing a blank here."

"Answer me this," Derek ignored Xander and addressed the old man. "Why is it out of everyone here, you're the only one whose smell doesn't match his look?"

Xander whipped his head between the two, and the old man backhanded Derek, sending him falling down, before growing and turning into a Demon with razor-sharp fingernails and what looked like spikes on the head, as some people gasped at the sight, Xander backing off.

"Definitely not future me", he muttered, as Derek got back up, removing his jacket.

With that, he let his eyes turn blue, while his look turned feral, his claws and teeth enlarging, and he let out a loud roar in challenge.

Teen Wolf intro plays

"This wedding looks like it will be more fun than I thought", D'Hoffryn quipped to Halfrek, who nodded.

The Demon and Derek leapt at each other, both managing to slice each other on the chests, before landing. But Derek's wound healed, closing up quickly, to the Demon's shock, while Derek spun and kicked it on the chest, sending it flying back.

He charged it and leapt, but the Demon rolled away at the last moment, before grabbing Derek by the throat, before stabbing him in the chest with its other hand's claws, Derek roaring.

Buffy appeared at that moment, looking lost as she looked between the Demon and the feral-looking man.

"Who am I slaying?"

Recovering, Xander grabbed Buffy by the shoulders and pointed at the Demon. "Big guy! Big guy!" He said urgently, then pushed her forwards.

Derek stabbed the Demon in the chest with both sets of claws, making it scream as it let Derek go, while he head-butted it, staggering it back, and Derek got up before stabbing the claws of both hands into the Demon's throat, making it choke and gag, before he pulled out, and it fell down, dead, some people gasping and pointing.

As Buffy watched, Derek turned back to normal, and walked to his jacket, picking it up.

"That was….something", Buffy said to Derek, impressed, as Dawn, Willow and Tara arrived too, looking at him, with Dawn finding him quite attractive, so she didn't tear her gaze away for a bit. Willow found him quite good-looking as well.

"Thanks", Derek shrugged, wearing his jacket again as Buffy blushed at his look, and Dawn did too.

"He is quite easy on the eyes", Halfrek whispered to D'Hoffryn, who chuckled.

Some other women were giving Derek appreciative looks too, causing him to sigh.

"What are you?" Willow inquired.

"Werewolf", Derek said, seeing no point in hiding it as these people were aware of Demons.

"Really?" Buffy asked, exchanging a look with Willow.

"Never seen one like you", Willow had to say.

"So this world has different Werewolves, got it", Derek shrugged.

"You mean….." Dawn trailed off.

"So that's why you feel different", Tara said in realization. "You're from another world."

"You know about 'em then?" Derek asked.

"Yes, met people from different worlds, gone to a different world once", Buffy explained to him. "And my sister here keeps going around to other worlds with some friends she made in other worlds."

"Right", Derek sighed. "Can someone please just send me home?"

"Oh, sure, sure!" Buffy said, taking out an extrapolator. "This should do it."

"Actually, I think we should take over", Tara pointed out. "You've no way of getting to whatever world he is from."

"Ah….right", Buffy realized.

"Thanks for taking care of the Demon though", Xander thanked the Werewolf, getting a nod from him. "Now you're my favorite Werewolf because of this."

"Thanks…..I guess", Derek muttered, as Willow, Tara, Dawn and Buffy led him to a corner, and then Tara took out her extrapolator, then chanted something alongside Willow and Dawn, then pressed a button on the extrapolator, opening a breach, while Dawn glowed briefly.

"This shall send you back", she told him. "Thank you for what you did here. And….we forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"Derek Hale", he said, holding out his hand as Buffy shook it.

"Buffy Summers, I'm a Slayer."

"What's that?" Derek asked in confusion.

"Uh….well, I'm chosen to fight Demons and other forces of darkness."

"Ah, right. Well, good luck with that."

"Thanks, good luck to you too."

"Thanks."

"I'm Willow Rosenberg", Willow introduced herself.

"Tara Maclay", Tara added her own name.

"Dawn Summers", Dawn gave her name. "Buffy is my sister."

"Right", Derek sighed, then asked Willow, Tara and Dawn. "You two do magic or something?"

"We're Witches", Willow confirmed to him.

"I'm something else, but no time to explain", Dawn added.

"Right."

They all shared one more nod, and then Derek walked into the breach, after which it closed.

"Well, looks like Derek saved the wedding", Buffy muttered to the rest of them.

"Yeah, so no mess here", Tara agreed before they walked back to the main area of the wedding.

Earth-211

Derek looked around, sighing in relief due to being back in his own world.

"I hope this nonsense does not happen again", he said with a groan before walking forth. "And no one can know about this."

Earth-205

In a comic book shop, a man took a comic book off the shelf, while Sam and Dean entered, wearing their FBI suits. The man behind the counter looked up when the brothers approached him, taking out their badges.

"Uh... can I help you?" The man asked.

"Sure hope so", Dean shrugged, flashing his fake badge. "Agents DeYoung and Shaw. Just need to ask you a few questions."

Sam inquired. "Notice anything strange in the building, last couple of days?"

The man asked in confusion. "Like what?"

"Well, some other tenants reported flickering lights", Dean said in reply.

The man wasn't getting it. "Uh, I don't think so. Why?"

Sam continued with the questions. "What about noises? Any skittering in the walls? Kind of like rats?"

The man was skeptical for good reason at this point. "And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?"

Dean made a strange face for a brief second, while Sam continued asking. "What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?"

The man grinned now, thinking he'd got it. "I knew it! You guys are LARPing, aren't you?"

It was Dean's turn to be confused. "Excuse me?"

"You're fans", the man simply said.

"Fans of what?" Sam asked.

Dean had another query. "What is "LARPing"?"

"Like you don't know." The man wasn't buying what he thought was an act, then saw their confused looks. "Live-Action Role-Play!" He gestured to their suits. "And pretty hardcore, too."

Dean still wasn't getting it. Because…what was there to get? 'I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."

The man explained. "You're asking questions like the building's haunted. Like those guys from the books. What are they called? Uh..." He trailed off, looking down in thought, then looked back up at them, finally remembering the name. ""Supernatural."" The two still looked confused, so he told them what it was about. "Two guys, use fake IDs with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, Demons, Vampires." Sam and Dean shared a look, finding the resemblance to what they did quite uncanny. "What are their names? Uh... Steve and Dirk? Uh, Sal and Dane?"

Sam went out on a limb, realizing where this was going at this point. "Sam and Dean?"

"That's it!" The man said happily.

Now both of them weren't just confused, they were horrified. Dean was the first to ask. "You're saying this is a book?"

"Books", the man supplied. "It was a series. Didn't sell a lot of copies, though. Kind of had more of an underground cult following. Only got cancelled recently."

He went over to a table labeled "Bargain Bin", Sam and Dean following, the former having a deadpan, the latter just narrowing his eyes. "Let's see. Um... Ah. Yeah." The man handed Dean a book. "That's the first one, I think."

Dean read the cover of the book. ""Supernatural" by Carver Edlund." He flipped the book over, reading the back cover. ""Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths.""

Sam remembered very well that was their first case together when they'd started to look for their father. That was when he'd lost Jess, and been thrust into this life of hunting alongside Dean, meeting ghosts, Demons, Vampires, Werewolves, shapeshifters, and now, Angels as well as people from other worlds.

And now his entire life, as well as Dean's, their hardships, their losses, their pain, all of these were…..graphic novels for people's entertainment?

He quickly took the book from Dean in a hurry. "Give me that." He turned to the man, barely containing his disgust (not at the owner, he was none the wiser about any of this, rather, at the situation itself). "We're gonna need all the copies of "Supernatural" you've got."

Later

The motel bed was strewn with copies of the 'Supernatural' series.

Dean was reclining on the bed, flipping through a book and frowning. Sam was seated by the window with his laptop.

"This is freakin' insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?" Dean asked in anger.

Sam sighed. "You got me."

Dean closed the book and waved it while talking. "Everything is in here. I mean everything. From the racist truck to – to me having sex. I'm full-frontal in here, dude." He got up and crossed to Sam. "How come we haven't heard of them before?"

Sam explained. "They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uh, started in '05. The publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And, uh, the last one – "The Unknown Creature From Beyond" –" He turned the laptop towards Dean, displaying a web site listing the books. "Ends with us and our Oliver beating that weird creature in Star City. It was originally going to be stopped after you were sent to Hell, but the wormhole kept some more interest going."

"I reiterate. Freaking insane." Dean browsed the site. "Check it out. There's actually fans. There's not many of them, but still. Did you read this?"

"Yeah."

"Although for fans, they sure do complain a lot. Listen to this – Simpatico says "the Demon story line is trite, clichéd, and overall craptastic."" Dean groaned. "Yeah, well, screw you, Simpatico. We lived it."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah. Well, keep on reading. It gets better."

Dean smiled. "There are "Sam girls" and "Dean girls" and –" The smile became a frown, "what's a "slash fan"?"

Sam struggled to keep a straight face while explaining it to Dean. "As in... Sam-slash-Dean. Together."

Dean looked at Sam, barely containing his disgust. "Like, together together?"

"Yeah."

Dean turned back to the laptop in horror. "They do know we're brothers, right?"

"Doesn't seem to matter."

"Oh, come on. That... That's just sick." Dean shut the laptop in disgust. "We got to find this Carver Edlund."

Sam looked at him with folded arms. "Yeah, that might not be so easy."

"Why not?"

"No tax records, no known address. Looks like "Carver Edlund" is a pen name."

Dean pointed out. "Somebody's gotta know who he is."

Later

Sam and Dean were in the publisher's house, meeting with the publisher of the "Supernatural" series: a young, attractive woman in a long sweater. She was clearly eager but appeared both a little nervous and somewhat skeptical of their intentions.

"So you published the "Supernatural" books?" Sam inquired.

"Yep. Yeah. Gosh. These books..." She walked past the brothers to where the books were all kept. "You know, they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap. You know –" She turned back to them. ""Doctor Sexy, M.D."?" She scoffed. "Please."

"Right. Well, we're hoping that our article can... shine a light on an underappreciated series", Sam reiterated their cover story to her.

"Yeah, yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press then m-maybe we could start publishing again", she said, gesturing to the books.

"No, no, no, no. God, no." Dean's reaction confused her. "I mean, why – why would you want to do that? You know, it's, uh, such a complete series, what with them teaming up with Oliver to defeat a scary, unknown and unidentified creature after all."

The publisher got emotional. "Oh, my god! That was one of my favorite ones, because Oliver was so…..so cool. And before that, I really loved the one where Dean was sent to Hell. He was so... strong... and sad and brave. And Sam... I mean, the best parts are when they'd cry. You know, like in – In "Heart," when Sam had to kill Madison, the first woman since Jessica he really loved. And in "Home," when Dean had to call John and ask him for help."

During this time, Sam and Dean shared uncomfortable looks due to how accurately these graphic novels summed up their lives so far.

The publisher turned away. "Gosh... if only real men were so open and in touch with their feelings."

"Real men?" Dean inquired.

She turned back to them. "I mean, no offense. How often do you cry like that, hmm?"

Dean sighed. "Well, right now, I'm crying on the inside."

"Is that supposed to be funny?" The publisher asked, now suspecting their motives.

Dean nearly broke cover. "Lady, this whole thing is funny."

The woman now asked. "How do I know you two are legit, hmm?"

"Oh, trust me. We, uh... we're legit", Dean replied while she walked behind her desk and took her seat.

The publisher's demand was firm. "Well, I don't want any smart-ass article making fun of my boys."

"No! No, no, no. Never." Sam was stammering now.

Dean tried to talk. "No, that's..."

"We – We are actually, um... big fans", Sam finally said.

She inquired. "Hmm. You've read the books?"

"Cover to cover", Dean immediately replied.

Sam added an "Um-hmm".

The publisher decided to test their knowledge. "What's the year and model of the car?"

Dean smirked. "It's a 1967 Chevy Impala."

This was gonna be a piece of cake. They WERE the Heroes of this story after all.

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my – Uh..." Sam trailed off, then got into character once more, "that's Sam's birthday."

Dean added. "January 24th is Dean's."

"Sam's score on the LSAT?"

"One..." Sam looked at Dean, at a loss. "Seventy-four?"

"Dean's favorite song?"

"It's a tie." Dean smirked once more. "Between Zep's "Ramble On" and "Traveling Riverside Blues.""

The publisher was convinced now. "Okay. Okay. What do you want to know?"

Sam got down to business. "What's Carver Edlund's real name?"

"Oh, no. I – No. Sorry, I can't do that." She shook her head.

Sam tried to convince her. "We just want to talk to him. You know, get the "Supernatural" story in his own words."

The publisher told them. "He's very private. It's like Salinger."

"Please. Like I said – we are, um..." Sam unbuttoned his shirt, cringing a little, to reveal his demon-protection tattoo, knowing he'd sell it as something he'd gotten due to being a huge fan of the books, " ... big... big fans."

On seeing Sam's pointed look, Dean rolled his eyes and displayed his own tattoo. The woman licked her lips. "Awesome. You know what?" She turned around and hiked up her skirt, showing them her own. "I got one, too."

"Whoa. You are a fan", Dean had to say.

"Okay." She turned back around, then scribbled something on a pad of paper. "His name's Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius, so don't piss him off."

She handed them the address, the brothers knowing where their destination now lay.

Earth-199999, New York City, Avengers Compound

Zemo, along with Merlyn, Savage, his own soldiers and the League of Assassins marched toward the Compound. Their signal jammers blocked any kind of signal from escaping, and the power grid was sabotaged by an EMP. The Hawk was isolated. He had no doubt that the archer would put up a fight, having seen his files after decrypting most of what SHIELD had on each Avenger, however, he was still one man.

They were halfway through the lawn when they saw two arrows sailing through the air. "Shoot them down." Malcolm ordered his archers, but before they could draw, one of the arrows exploded, and a bright, blinding flash caused them all to cover their eyes, before the second arrow landed in the center of their small army. Zemo could only see a blur when the next arrow activated, a shockwave burst from the arrow, causing the men to be thrown to the grass.

A crash through glass, followed by a black blur from the Compound revealed Clint, one hand on the handlebar and another holding the bow. He revved up and rode through a gap in their ranks and fired an arrow, an explosion left in his wake before firing a burst shot, killing his target before the arrowhead released several projectiles around the target, shooting two soldiers and an assassin. Hawkeye made it to the rear of the army when they finally began to regain their senses, soldiers and assassins throwing bullets and arrows that were way off their mark, the luminous and pulse arrows did their job, which let the Avenger to raise his foot to the handlebar to steer as he drew another arrow and released, striking the ground in front of an assassin before needles released into the heads, necks, and bodies of those closest. The bullets and arrows started getting closer, Clint got his hand back on the bar and turned into the mass of bodies, running down a man with a gun as he drove on, kicking one hooded bow-wielder down while passing by before drawing an arrow and running through a soldier, leaving the shaft in the man's chest before it exploded behind him. Clint pulled the brakes and turned, the bike skidding on the ground and knocking down two invaders before righting himself, then pulling a switch at that moment.

Malcolm gritted his teeth as he and Savage aimed an arrow and knife at the base's only defender. They had him in their sights, knowing his route before releasing and throwing. Had it worked, there would be one less hero in the world. Except, the current Ra's al Ghul let his jaw drop slightly as the bike the one called Hawkeye was riding suddenly took off into the air, dodging their shots. "You gotta be kidding me." He could practically hear Vandal's teeth grinding while their men shot at the airborne archer, but the bike was too fast, and he was raining down arrows from explosive to conventional tips. Merlyn would admit this, the man has skill.

That was when the sound of the Gate's own brand of breaches came from behind them, Merlyn turned with the two other members of their League and found Prometheus landing before them. He didn't bother wasting time, only looking up at Hawkeye, drawing an arrow, before releasing. They watched it sail through the air, heading into nothing, only for the Avenger's bike to take that route, the arrow piercing through its fuel tank.

"Ah crap." Clint groaned as he suddenly lost control of the sky cycle, the repulsor turbines were failing, and all he could do was watch as the bike headed for the Compound. He hit the ground, digging up the dirt, then the concrete, and then shattering through the glass as he disappeared from view from the invaders.

"Guess that chip of yours is good for more than just cheating", Malcolm quipped. The chip was useful, but also annoying. It rendered years of training obsolete if one could simply mimic any style they see.

"What are you doing here?" Savage questioned or interrogated more likely.

"Zemo called. I answered", Chase said simply, causing the immortal and Demon's Head to turn to their masked Baron.

"You've seen what he could do." Zemo gestured to the bodies and damage around them. More than two dozen dead already. "I read that Barton was one of SHIELD's best, but I never suspected a display like that."

"He'll die like any other man." Savage walked past the Baron and towards the Compound, where their men moved to secure the lone protector.

Malcolm followed after him, Zemo and Chase close behind as they made it into the foyer with the rest of their assault team. What they found left them disgruntled. The remains of the crashed flying bike, but no Hawkeye.

Clint lowered himself into the tunnel and quickly moved down the passageway. When the Avengers first moved from the Tower, like he did there, Clint was tasked with knowing the ins and outs of getting access to the place, making it impossible for anyone to sneak in. They didn't exactly count on a full-frontal assault, Juggernaut made that more than clear. What's worse, they were still repairing the damage from the battle, security systems still weren't back at full capacity, so whatever hit the base and jammed any SOS calls, it was sophisticated tech.

Having memorized the entire layout of the base, Clint made the right turns and climbed the right pipes and found what he was looking for. The backup generator. Powered by an arc reactor, this baby could run a whole city. Problem was though that the earthquake that was the Hulk vs Juggernaut brawl damaged the wiring of the place, not to mention the fire by that pyromaniac that tried to turn Cap into a fried piece of meat. That did little to deter former Agent of SHIELD, with a little help from the go bag he hid in the tunnels, with backup equipment, he quickly fixed up the wiring, nothing some duct tape and gum couldn't handle.

"Let there be light", Clint said as the arc reactor reactivated and lit up, the energy returning to the base above. Now for a little backup, Clint pulled out the Stark-issued phone for all Avengers. Turning it on, he saw a familiar holographic avatar rise up. "Have a nice nap?"

"Not exactly, Mr. Barton." JARVIS said in a rather dry tone for an AI while Clint attached a holster to his leg, his P30 with it throwing on the rest of his suit. "If you would like to know, the entirety of the invaders are now in the building."

"Good, activate Barn Door protocol."

Top side, Zemo and a pair of his men were searching the halls for the right room while the rest of the team searched. The problem was that the blueprints Zemo procured were outdated, long before Stark refurbished the base for the Avengers, the layout was different, which meant they had to find their objective the old-fashioned way.

Before he could dwell on those thoughts any longer, Zemo drew his pistol when shutters began to lower over the windows.

Around the base, hallways and entrances were closed off by lowering barriers, splitting up the members of the assault.

Earth-1, Central City

There was nothing. No footage, no forensic evidence, whoever shot Cisco got away clean. Either they came there looking to hurt Cisco, and by extension, Barry, or he got in the way of whoever broke in.

Without any idea of what to do, Barry could only sit, waiting with Patty, Caitlin, Joe, his dad, and coming through the doors, Cisco's parents and brother. As the doctor explained to them, Barry just continued to sit there. The waiting was agony, everything moved so slow compared to a speedster, but now he had to sit still. It wasn't a trait in someone like him, and it killed Barry.

It was hours of fear and misery before the doctor finally walked through those doors, and all of them stood to get answers. Cisco's mother asked first, "How is he?"

"Mr. Ramon has suffered a devastating trauma to his liver. The bullet has shattered into multiple fragments, making the entire organ inoperable. If he doesn't receive a new liver in the next few hours," each word weighed heavy on both friends and family, but those final words made their hearts stop, "he will die." Cisco's mother wept into her husband's chest, the man himself looked lost, something each member of the team could relate to. "Normally, we would seek a familial match."

"Me." Dante interrupted before the doctor could finish. "Cisco and I have the same blood type. Just take whatever you need." The doctor nodded and took Dante inside.

"This is good, he'll make it, right?" Joe asked Henry. He wanted to sound confident, but fear plagued every word.

Unfortunately, Henry could only tell the truth. "With all the blood lost, he's not out of the water yet."

Barry heard every word, and walked away, not caring if they were watching him. He just needed to…he didn't know what he needed. The Flash wasn't fast enough. He was fast enough to catch bullets, and it was a bullet that might kill his best friend. Barry's back hit the wall, and he slid down as the weight of everything suddenly came crashing down on him. The weight finally slowed him down enough where the world just seemed to stop.

Earth-205

Sam and Dean approached the ramshackle house in trepidation, standing near the door, exchanging soulful looks, before Dean pushed the doorbell forcefully.

In response, the door opened by itself, confusing them both, before they entered the house of Chuck Shurley.

Suddenly, both of them found themselves in a hospital wearing white lab coats, with Anya Marina's "Not a Through Street" beginning to play. They looked around, then at each other, then at themselves.

"What the hell?" Dean asked in shock.

A blonde doctor and an Asian doctor, Dr. Wang, passed by. The blonde one sultrily greeted Dean. "Doctor."

Dr. Wang did the same. "Doctor."

They walked past them, as Sam asked in confusion. "Doctor?"

Dean opened the door they'd just entered through. It now lead to a janitor's closet where a man and woman were making out.

Dean closed the door, looking freaked. A brunette doctor, who bore a remarkable resemblance to Dr. Piccolo from Dr. Sexy, MD, turned away from the receptionist's desk and approached Sam and Dean. "Doctor."

She slapped Sam.

"Ow!"

"Seriously."

"What?" Sam asked, confused, while Dean watched her with interest.

"Seriously?" She questioned back. "You're brilliant, you know that? And a coward. You're a brilliant coward."

"Um. What are you talking about?"

She slapped him again. "As if you don't know!" She stalked off.

Dean gawked after her, looking as if he was seeing a dream come true. "I don't believe this."

"What?" Sam asked, annoyed.

"That's Dr. Piccolo."

"Who?"

"Dr. Ellen Piccolo", Dean revealed who she was. The sexy yet earnest doctor at-" Dean looked at the sign behind the receptionist's desk and gestured at it angrily, reading it aloud. ""Seattle Mercy Hospital.""

"Dean. What the hell are you talking about?"

"The doctor getups. The, the sexy interns. The 'seriously's. It all makes sense."

"What makes sense?" Sam inquired. "What's going on?"

"We're in Dr. Sexy, MD."

"That thing which sells more than our story?"

"Not important!"

Earth-199999

Steve stepped through the portal, leaving his team behind in a leap of faith in hope of peace. Once his foot stepped through, the portal behind him closed, leaving Steve alone in a wide circular room, windows looking out to a vast green surrounding from the trees. Steve walked closer to the edge, taking it all in, and it was beautiful, actually, not a hint of pollution or damage, birds flew from the trees, and below, he could make out people, kids, playing around, some even with powers.

"What do you think?" Steve calmly turned around to find Magneto facing him, in the same armored suit he wore on the day of the attack, sans the helmet. What was strange to Steve was the human hating Mutant was smiling at him.

"It seems peaceful." Erik nodded at him as he came to stand beside the captain, hands behind his back.

"I found this island by chance." Erik confessed as he looked across the miles of island that once used to be devoid of life. "My former residence was seized by the government. I required a place to hide, to think, but it turned into a sanctuary. Not just for me."

"For all Mutants?" Steve asked as the other man turned away from the window.

"Those who seek asylum have it, I only ask for their secrecy." Magneto raised his hand, and the metal floor rose up and shaped itself into a table, with two stools on either side. "Care to sit, Captain Rogers?" Steve nodded as he took his place on one stool, while Erik took the other. "Tea? Refreshments?"

"No, thank you." Steve politely declined. A moment passed between them as Erik continued to smile at Steve. He didn't know why, but it almost felt like there was admiration in those haunted blue eyes, as if he was reminiscing happier times. But why look at him like that? "Before we begin, there is one thing I'd like to know."

Erik gestured with his hand to go ahead. "Ask away, Captain Rogers."

"Why me?" Erik rose a brow, and his smile turned amused. "Anyone in the world, another Mutant or world leader, yet you asked for me."

"I am not surprised you do not remember me. I have changed over the years." Steve's brow scrunched up. He tried to think back as far as he could. He never met Magneto, not after he got his powers back. running out of possibilities, it led Steve to one conclusion. Erik saw the realization and nodded. "It has been a long time, Captain."

"We met during the war?"

"In its dying days. At this point, I believe you know my story." Steve sighed deeply and shut his eyes at what he remembered, about what Hill told him, and his own experience. Erik's eyes looked down as memories took hold. "When the Soviet Army found us, I was swept up within the long line of men who barely had the strength to stand, let alone march. Most of them were living skeletons. So many of us died on that march. I only survived because I could not allow myself to die, until I found Shaw." The man who made him what he was, as loathed as he was to admit it, Shaw was Magneto's creator. "I slaughtered every Nazi I could find, but I was still only a boy. There was little choice for me but to remain with the Russians. We were merely an afterthought to them. A burden." A hate began to bloom again within Magneto, but it quickly faded away as he looked back across the table to Steve. "That was when we met."

The picture began to focus in Steve's mind. The Commandos saved a battalion outside Stalingrad. They were going back west for orders when they heard the news. "You were in Auschwitz."

"I was."

Steve and his team diverted their journey to give aid, SSR resources diverted to their location. Horror filled every cell of his body when he saw the long lone of people, striped uniforms barely hanging onto paper thin bodies, a light breeze could have knocked them down. It wasn't just men, but children too. It was through their efforts that the news of what Hitler was doing was brought to light. The camps, the holocaust, all of it. Seeing people reduced to such a state, it shook Steve, to his core, what was done wasn't human. They thought after everything HYDRA threw at them; they would not be surprised by anything. A line of several thousands of innocent people half dead and desperate for safety. No detail was forgotten, it was a gift and a curse of the serum, he had a perfect memory. He could never forget. A big part of Steve hoped this would be it, that this would be the last thing that made his blood freeze.

He would be proven wrong.

There was one moment he remembered. Steve spotted a young boy, barely hanging on. Before he could collapse, the super soldier picked him up and carried him over to the Commandos, Jim got out the med kit while Steve took out his own canteen. He was skin and bones, looking a lot like Steve used to before he ever got the serum. It took them a long time to make it to another allied camp where the boy could be treated. Steve stayed as long as he could, but the mission to capture Zola was sent through. They had to leave.

That day, Steve sat by the boy's side as he finally regained the strength to open his eyes. He looked around with sheer terror and panic before Steve gained his attention and saw his uniform. That boy still held on to that fear, but with everything he had, everything he believed in, Steve told him one thing.

"Everything's going to be alright." Erik muttered the same words that got him through those following years. The captain finally met the Mutant's eyes, where the emotion was beginning to build up. "Those words stayed with a young boy who could have died had you walked on and did nothing. You gave me hope when I was hopeless. It took me four years, but after the war, after you were gone, I thought America would be safe. Where I could finally be accepted." A dead look entered his eye as he recalled what really happened after he stepped foot in the nation of immigrants. "But all I found was more of the same." He shared a regretful glance with Steve. "The world was not the same without you."

"I'm sorry. I wish-"

"You could do more?" Magneto slightly chuckled. "Captain, none of it was your fault. Thinking the best in people, that is a gift I did not have." A fond smile returned to Magneto's lips as he thought to that man who saved him from drowning himself. "My friend Charles, he did. You both would have liked each other."

Breathing in and exhaling through his nose, Steve got his emotions back under control. "I wish I could have met him."

"It is for his sake, and yours, that I called this meeting, Captain."

"Then let's talk." Steve remembered what he learned about Magneto of the past, but more importantly, he remembered what Natasha pointed out. "Before, you talked about war with humanity. Only, in your latest speech, you talk about protecting Earth. That you would fight any future threats."

"I meant what I said, Captain." Erik responded. "My only regret in the past is losing Charles Xavier, and…" Regret over missing his children's lives was another, "and nearly destroying the very world we live in."

"Jean Grey." Magneto hummed affirmatively. Steve did not want to envision what could have happened had the thing that took her over had succeeded. "You were trying to activate the Mutants of the world with the Gem."

"I was."

"Yet you attacked both my team and the Xavier school."

"The attack on the school was never my intention", Erik said quickly. "Avalanche acted on his own accord. The purpose of the attacks was to keep both the Avengers and the X-Men at bay, I had no intention on harming anyone else."

"What about the people that could have been hurt because of the new wave of Mutants you'd awaken?"

"Their powers are their birthright."

"Just because one has power, doesn't mean they should use it."

"It is our powers that protect us." Magneto raised his voice, and for a moment, Steve felt the room shake. "The X-gene activates during puberty, but also in moments of stress, when we need help most, it provides that help." Erik leaned back in his seat, creating a back for his chair before rubbing his eyes, feeling the tiredness of his age come to him, despite the vitality the Gem had granted him. "Captain, you can never know what it's like, to be hated for existing. To be spit upon. To be called God's mistake."

"You're right, I can never know what you, or anyone else has gone through…" Steve admitted. He was picked on because of his condition throughout his life before the serum, but it did not compare to what Erik had lived through, or any other Mutant who was discriminated against just because they were born differently. He hated it, that he could do nothing to help them. "I can only do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again."

Erik looked up at him with a questioning gaze.

"You want to protect the Earth, you think that's why Mutants evolved. I can't answer if that's true or not." It's a theory, but for all he knew, the breach sending him to Umbara, the one that sent Clark and Bart to them, the one where Clint went through to get help against the droids, those could have been God directing these seemingly random events to create a better outcome. Steve could not know; he'd admit as such. "But you can tell me, what will it take for us to stop fighting each other? To fight for the people of this world, human AND Mutant. It's all our home."

So much like Charles. Optimism. Hope. Working together, side by side. If only. "I wish it were possible, Captain, I truly do. For the entire time I had lost my powers, I felt what it was like to be powerless again; decades worth of exhaustion finally caught up to me, and I truly felt like an old man." And it was agony. Becoming human was painful enough, then he had to live with the guilt, the fear, all of it, over what he had done. "It was my belief that Mutants, all Mutants, together, would be too powerful for the world governments to combat. That they would submit to the powered populace and thus, create a new world. A better, safer world, where an alien may attack, but find we are more than prepared for such an action."

Steve was stunned. What Erik wished, it sounded similar to what Tony wished for Ultron. A suit of armor around the world, to stop the next threat. Yet, like Tony, Erik's methods were rash. There was nothing wrong with trying to protect the world, the methods done to achieve that protection however defined the future which they were trying to make.

"After our failure, I fear that peace is only a dream."

"Only if you refuse to fight for it." Passion dropped from every word, so much so that Erik returned his full attention to the Captain as he stood up and leaned on the table. "You made a mistake, more than one, but everyone has. What matters is what we do to fix it. If you really thought there wasn't a chance of peace, you wouldn't have brought me here. Do the work, show that you have changed, and that Mutants are not the enemy. I need your help to show the world that it's possible. I don't want to fight another war." I've seen too much of it, Steve thought as his men, both the 107th and the 501st, flashed before his eyes. He may be a super soldier, and he'll fight whatever battle that comes his way, but he doesn't know if he can handle another war. Steve prayed to God he wouldn't have to find out. "I think you don't want one either."

"…no, I do not."

"Then let's try to find a way to work together. For the sake of the future."

New York City, Avengers Compound

"Alright then." Clint attached his wrist bow and a knife, before picking up a fresh supply of arrowheads for his quiver. "Let's kick these bastards out."

"Mr. Barton." Clint stopped from rising and looked at the hologram coming from his phone. "While I bypass the jammers, I feel I must encourage you to not hold back."

Part of Clint froze. "What do you mean?"

"I apologize for any invasion of privacy, sir, but I have examined your file, since your earliest missions for SHIELD."

"Those were all redacted."

"Yes, they were, sir. But I managed to discover the unredacted files." Clint lowered his head. What he did when he was first recruited by SHIELD, he wasn't proud of it. Yes, he established a reputation, but after years of being…what he was, Clint wanted to let it go. When he met Laura, had the kids, Clint tried to find a new way. Fury understood, he lost the edge, but he was still a weapon, he just didn't want to be the sharpest arrow in the quiver anymore. "To fight this threat, you need to, as Mr. Stark would say, go beast mode."

That was a long time ago. He got a glimpse of what it was like to be like that again when under Loki's control.

There was no other option.

Clint raised his head and shrugged. "Why the hell not?"

A large cluster of soldiers and assassins were locked within the hanger. Bullets, explosives, nothing managed to penetrate the barriers.

"Hey, jackasses!" The men of EKO Scorpion and the League of Assassins turned to find Hawkeye suddenly appear at the end of the hanger. "You picked the wrong house." Clint growled at them before the assassins drew their swords and charged. "JARVIS, start funneling them into the hanger." The Avenger ordered the AI before charging.

Sliding to the ground, Hawkeye fired two arrows in quick succession, taking down two men of EKO Scorpion, before blocking a strike from an assassin and whacking him with the bow, throwing him down, after which he spun in the air and kicked another assassin charging him, then swept his feet from underneath him.

As he got up, another struck Clint with a sword but he blocked with his bow, then whacked his face while grabbing his sword hand. He twisted and pinned the guy underneath him, using him as support for his bow, after which he shot down two EKO Scorpion men with guns in quick succession, then tossed away the guy he'd pinned.

As another charged him with a sword, Clint slid, grabbed his waist, spun, and grabbed him with his other hand, throwing him down.

Before he could get up, Clint kicked his face and he was out, while he stood up.

Clint turned to see an EKO Scorpion man aiming at him, so he fired an arrow at a wall, making a grapple that pulled him towards, helping him avoid the shots. A man with a sword tried to slice but Clint leapt onto the wall and got on his other side. The man turned but Clint shot him down.

Then Clint spun while going down on a knee and shot the EKO Scorpion down. Clint then turned to see more League members with swords charging him, and so he ran, then leapt and spun while nocking an arrow and firing.

It struck the ground near the assassins and they saw it beep. Then it exploded, taking them all down.

Earth-205

Dean and Sam walked through the hospital corridors, the former asking. "Dude, what the hell?"

"I don't know", Sam shrugged.

"No, seriously, what the hell?"

"I don't know."

Dean was nearly begging now. "One theory. Any theory."

Sam sighed. "Uh, this Chuck has powers and trapped us in TV Land."

"That's your theory. That's stupid", Dean groaned.

Sam reminded. "You're the one who said we're on Dr. Sexy, MD."

"Yeah, but TV land isn't TV Land. I mean, there's actors and, and lights and crew members, you know. This looks real", Dean said, looking around them.

Sam was just confused. "It can't be. Dean, how can this possibly be real?"

"I don't know."

Dr. Wang walks past. "Doctors."

Dean told Sam. "There goes Dr. Wang. The sexy but arrogant heart surgeon." He watched her go down the corridor and saw her pass a man sitting on a gurney. "And there's Johnny Drake. Oh, he's not even alive, he's a ghost in the mind of—" Another brunette doctor entered, sitting next to Johnny. "Of her. The sexy yet neurotic doctor over there."

Sam asked. "So...this show has ghosts? Why?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. It is compelling."

Sam pointed out. "I thought you weren't a fan."

"I'm not. I'm not."

"And this thing sells more than our story?"

"Not important!"

Dean saw something and just stared. "Oh boy."

"What?" Sam asked.

"It's him."

"Who?"

Dr. Palmer came down the corridor. "It's him, it's Dr. Sexy." Dr. Palmer stopped next to Sam and Dean, then looked at the latter. "Doctor." Dean looked down, hiding his smile. "Doctor."

Dr. Palmer addressed Sam. "Doctor." Sam nodded. Dean whacked him. "Doctor."

Then Dr. Palmer addressed Dean. "You want to give me one good reason why you defied my direct order to do the experimental face transplant on Mrs. Biehl?"

Dean's expression went from awed to confused. He glanced at Sam, then back. "One reason?" Dr. Palmer nodded. "Sure." Dean looked down. Dr. Palmer was wearing slippers. Dean slammed him against the wall. "You're not Dr. Sexy."

Dr. Palmer replied. "You're crazy."

"Really?" Dean asked. "Because I swore part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is the fact that he wears cowboy boots. Not slippers."

Sam commented. "Yeah. You're not a fan."

Dean finally admitted. "It's a guilty pleasure."

Dr. Palmer ordered. "Call security."

"Yeah, go ahead, pal. See, we know you are not Dr. Sexy", Dean snarled. "Are you this Chuck guy? What are you?"

Dr. Wang, the blonde doctor, and a security guard all approached. They and the other extras freeze-framed suddenly. Dean glanced around; only he, Sam, and Dr. Palmer were still moving.

Dr. Palmer grinned. "You guys are getting better! Or that's what the Trickster would have said!"

Dean snarled. "Are you the Trickster? Then get us the hell out of here."

"Or what?" 'Dr. Palmer' grabbed Dean's arm and twisted, hurting him. "Don't say you have wooden stakes, big guy. I am not the Trickster! He exists because of me!"

"What are you?" Sam inquired.

"You will find out if you've brains, because you did defy me", 'Dr. Palmer' told them both.

Dean asked. "Where the hell are we?"

"Like it? It's all homemade. My own sets—" 'Dr. Palmer' rapped on the window in a nearby door, then indicated the frozen extras. "My own actors...call it my own little idiot box. Don't like borrowing from the Trickster, considering how much of a disappointment he is, but you deserve it."

Dean just asked. "How do we get out?"

"That, defiant one, is the sixty-four-dollar question."

"Whatever. We just, we need to talk to Chuck", Sam said.

'Dr. Palmer' shrugged. "Hm, let me guess. You two muttonheads found out your lives are noted down in graphic novels and want the answer."

"Yes!" Sam said.

'Dr. Palmer' finally said. "Tell you what. Survive the next twenty-four hours, we'll talk."

"Survive what?" Dean asked.

"The game!"

"What game?"

"You're in it."

"How do we play?"

"You're playing it. Now I know why the Trickster enjoys these things so much."

"What are the rules?"

'Dr. Palmer' raised his eyebrows, grinned, and vanished in a burst of static. The extras unpaused. "Oh, son of a bitch."

The blonde doctor called out. "Dr. Sexy? Dr. Sexy?" She walked past. Dean and Sam continued down the corridor after her.

The intercom rang out. "Paging Dr. Sexy. Report to the ER."

Dean told Sam. "Oh, by the way. Talking with monsters? Hell of a plan."

Sam inquired. "Just, what do we do now?"

"You know what I'm doing? Leaving."

Dr. Piccolo appeared and took another swing at Sam, who ducked. "Lady, what the hell?"

"You are a brilliant, brilliant—"

"Yeah. A coward. You already said that. But I got news for you. I am not a doctor."

Renee Stahl's "Something Real" began to play.

"Don't say that. You are the finest cerebrovascular neurosurgeon I have ever met, and I have met plenty. So that girl died on your table. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. Sometimes people just die."

Sam replied in confusion. "I have no idea what you're saying to me."

Dr. Piccolo tried to explain to him. "You're afraid. You're afraid to operate again. And you're afraid to love." She left, sobbing.

Sam finally said. "Yeah, we're getting out of here."

"Hey. Doctor."

Dean stopped and turned to the man who'd called out. "Yeah."

"My wife needs that face transplant."

Dean tried to tell him. "Okay. You know what, pal? None of this is real, and your wife doesn't need jack squat. Okay?"

Dean and Sam kept on going.

"Hey, Doctor." The man raised a gun and shot Dean in the back. Dean stared after him, then went to his knees as the man ran off.

"Real—it's real—" Dean groaned.

"No no no, no no no no no—hey!" Sam cried out. "We need a doctor!" Sam looked around frantically.

A while later, Dean was facedown on an operating table, staring through the headrest at several pairs of slippers. For inexplicable reasons he was not under anaesthesia. Dr. Wang passed an operating instrument to another doctor. Sam was dressed in operating scrubs, as was everyone else in the room. Dr. Piccolo was watching through glass. Sam held something absorbent against Dean's injury with a pair of tweezers. He handed the tweezers to another doctor and pressed an already bloodstained cloth to the injury.

The blonde doctor said. "BP is eighty over fifty and dropping."

"Doctor." Dr. Wang held out a scalpel. Sam didn't take it. "What?" Dr. Wang and the blonde doctor exchanged glances.

Dean requested. "Sam. Do something. Come on."

Sam leaned over and spoke in an undertone. "I don't know how to use any of this crap."

"Figure it out."

Sam grinned awkwardly at the other doctors but didn't do anything.

Dean nearly begged. "Sam. Come on. I'm waiting."

Sam finally made a decision. "Okay. Um. I need a penknife, some dental floss, a sewing needle, and a fifth of whiskey."

Robbi Spencer's "I Love to See You Happy" began to play.

The other doctors looked at him and each other. "Stat!"

Everyone started moving.

A while later, there was a mostly-empty bottle of Kentucky Bourbon and a thing of dental floss next to the usual surgical tools. Sam's gloved hands were bloody.

Sam snipped off the extra floss from Dean's stitches. Dean asked. "We okay? How's it looking?"

"Yep. You'll be fine." Sam looked up and caught sight of Dr. Piccolo, who mouthed 'I love you' and sighed, smiling.

The slippers left Dean's field of vision. The lighting and texture shifted, the music faded, and the light started to flash in time with clapping. Shouts. The floor had become two doors, which slid apart.

Sam and Dean were now on a Japanese game show stage.

Behind the doors was blue-lit smoke. A Japanese man came out of the doors and forward between two Japanese women and Dean and Sam, both of whom were wearing more usual outfit, but not what they wore before entering this place.

The Japanese man said something in Japanese. "Let's play Nutcracker!" The crowd cheered and applauded. A caption in hiragana appeared. Dean looked around: he was standing in shoes glued to a platform that had a slot for a pole with a large ball at the end. Sam was similarly situated. To one side was an LED screen that said "20". The host said something in Japanese and pulled cards out of his jacket. Silence fell.

"Sam Winchester." He talked in Japanese. "What are the names of the scum you chose to take help from in defying Kami?"

Then he spoke in English. "Countdown."

"What?" Sam asked, confused.

The screen began to tick down the seconds.

"Uh, what am I supposed to say?"

Dean pointed out with a question of his own. "You think I know?"

Sam addressed the host. "Uh, I, I don't, I don't understand Japanese."

The host repeated the question. "What are the names of the scum you chose to take help from in defying Kami?"

Sam asked Dean. "Is he screwing with me?" He turned to the host. "I, I, I can't speak Japanese." The screen hit "0". A buzz.

The host said. "The answer is...Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi!" He did a bow. "I'm sorry, Sam Winchester."

Sam was confused again. "Sorry? Sir? For what?"

The host mimed hiding laughter.

"Dean?"

The pole on Sam's platform came up so that the ball whacked Sam in the crotch. Dean was horrified; the crowd cheered.

"Nutcracker!"

The scene replayed from several angles. The Japanese caption flashed. "Nutcracker!"

Dean questioned. "Sam?" Sam made an inarticulate noise. One of the Japanese women said something in Japanese. The host went over to her. She showed off a bag of chips. "Have we discussed these nutritious Shrimp Chips? Lots of nutrition, tastes great... and the more one eats, the slimmer they get, just like you."

Dean asked Sam. "You okay?" Sam just looked at him. Dean looked at Sam's platform, then at his own, and cringed. The Japanese woman was still talking. "Please buy them."

The light on the doors started flashing again as Dean groaned. "Oh now what?" The doors opened to reveal Castiel. The crowd cheered.

"Cas?" Dean asked.

Sam inquired. "Is this another trick?"

"It's me", Castiel assured them as he walked closer to them. "Uh, what are you doing here?"

Dean asked. "Us? What are you doing here?"

Castiel revealed. "Looking for you. You've been missing for days, and Heaven is not very pleased by what happened earlier. I sense very great power in this area, and it feels…familiar."

Sam begged. "Get us the hell out of here!"

"Let's go." Castiel raised his arms to touch both Dean and Sam on the forehead and vanished in a burst of static.

Dean was shocked. "Cas?"

The host came back to center stage. "No, no, no, no. Our Lord does not like such pretty-boy Angels, especially defiant ones who do not belong."

The host pulled out another card and spoke in Japanese. "Dean Winchester. Would you and Sam still get in this predicament at some point if you never defied Kami?" He spoke English again. "Countdown." The screen began to tick down the seconds from "20".

Dean asked. "What do I do, what do I do?"

"What?"

Dean said. "I don't wanna get hit in the nuts."

Sam sighed. "I don't know, I, I, uh, just, uh—wait."

"What?"

"I played a doctor."

"What?"

"In, uh, in Dr. Sexy I played a doctor. I operated."

"So?"

Sam explained. "So I played the role this guy wanted me to play. Maybe we should just go along with it."

"Go along with what?"

"With the game! You know, we're on a game show, right? So just answer the question!"

Dean asked. "In Japanese?"

"Yeah!"

"I don't know Japanese!"

"Try!"

"Dammit!" Dean hit the button. The countdown froze just before the buzz. Dean said something in Japanese. "The answer is... no?"

The host repeated the last few syllables and so did Dean. The host shouted something in Japanese. Dean braced himself.

"Dean Winchester, Nutcracker champion!"

The crowd cheered.

Sam was shocked. "How did you do that?"

"I have no idea."

"So that's it. We play our roles, we survive."

"Yeah, but play our roles for how long?"

"Good question."

Dean forced a grin and waved.

Earth-199999, New York City, Avengers Compound

Clint had taken the sword of an assassin, and he sliced one assassin before getting to his other side and slicing his throat. Then two more men and a woman charged him but he was ready.

He blocked their strikes, then sliced one's throat before blocking the next one's strike, and sliced his throat too, after which he blocked the woman's strike, struck her chin with the hilt, and stabbed her, taking her out too.

One more charged Clint but he blocked his strikes and sliced his chest, after which he spun and kicked another away, and spinning again, he dodged one's strike and sliced another one down.

Getting back up, he blocked the strike of the remaining one and pushing him back, sliced his chest. Then he ran, kicked one more, leapt and spun, and flipped him to the ground, after which he sliced his chest too.

"JARVIS, open the door for me."

"As you wish, sir. Happy hunting."

Clint collapsed the bow and attached it to his quiver, as the door opened.

A man and a woman with guns were looking at each other, wondering how to find Clint, when they turned to see him due to the door opening. They tried to aim their guns but Clint brandished his own and shot them down.

As another man charged him, Clint blocked the sword with his borrowed one, and sliced his throat. Then he took cover to avoid gunshots, and shot back at the man, who took cover too. As another with a sword came to his spot, Clint deflected his sword and shot his foot before shooting another with a gun at a distance, and sliced the previous one's throat.

He then turned to aim his gun at the one who'd taken cover, only for him to shoot the gun out of his hand. As he fired, Clint slid and took cover once more, then saw another charge with a sword. He blocked and sliced his abdomen, then sliced another one's throat. The one with the gun fired again as Clint rolled away to his cover spot.

The man made his way towards it, and got behind the cover spot, only to see Clint was gone. The man circled around the spot, trying to find Clint, when the sword struck his gun from the other end of the spot, Clint having popped out. The movement caused the gun to fire into the air, and Clint sliced the guy's foot, making him kneel in pain, and as he looked up, Clint swung and sliced his throat.

Earth-1, Central City

He remembered there was so much pain. There was a man…who he couldn't remember, which sucks, he wanted to give that dick a piece of his mind! There was also a gun, which he unfortunately did remember, it was shiny and big. During such an experience of getting shot, one would think there would be a moment where one's life flashed before their eyes.

Cisco's didn't. He'll admit, little disappointed, but moving on.

In fact, Cisco started to hear people talking, and his own eyelids started to open, letting in a burst of light that had the inventor wince before blinking away the bright haze and take in the sight around him. The walls, and bed, the needle in his arm and thing in his nose, it was a longshot, but Cisco would assume it's a hospital. That or he was way more out of it than he thought.

Then there was the smiling and worried faces around him. Caitlin, Barry, Joe, Patty, Henry, even mom and dad.

"If this is Heaven, I expected a lot more bikinis."

"Cisco!" Barry couldn't contain himself and threw his arms his best friend.

Bad idea. "OW! No touchy! No touchy!" Barry immediately retreated upon his words as Cisco calmed down, swallowing his grimace, before smirking. "Got ya." A surprised laugh went through the crowd, Cisco returned it weakly before stopping himself. Pain was coming from his gut, and he was too scared to look under the gown, but he nervously looked at his family and friends. "How long have I been out?"

"You don't worry about that, mijo." Cisco's mother fussed as she pulled up his blanket and stroked his hair.

"Mom, seriously?"

"No no, you go ahead, Mrs. Ramon, we'll get out of your hair." Barry said before looking down at the brains behind the team, the guilt alleviated, even just a little bit. "It's good to see you, buddy."

"I know." Cisco joked with him before Caitlin took the speedster's place.

"Don't scare me like that again." She said as she leaned down and kissed his head.

"Okay. Can I scare you differently next time?" That glare she sent him made Cisco regret living. "Never mind." He squeaked nervously. Caitlin nodded as Joe stepped up next, laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Never doubted you for a second, buddy."

Instead of joking, Cisco humbly nodded at the praise. "Thanks, Joe."

"You scare me like that again, I'll kill you."

Humbleness gone; Cisco deadpanned the cop. "Well it's nice to know I mean so much to you."

"Damn straight." With one more light clap on the shoulder, Joe left the room, before Patty gave the scientist a hug.

"We would have been lost without you." Patty said honestly while Cisco returned the hug.

With her gone, Henry came closer and grabbed his hand. "I would have said something more meaningful, but I think everyone else used them up." Cisco smiled back at the man before sobering at his next words. "You had us worried for a while, but you're one hell of a fighter, champ."

Swallowing an emotional lump in his throat, Cisco said with tears welling up. "Thank you, Henry." Barry's dad left the room, and only now did a wave of exhaustion nearly overtake Cisco, it was getting harder to keep his eyes open.

"Mijo?"

"Just getting a little tired, dad." Cisco reported as he leaned back on his propped-up pillow. "Nothing to worry about." While his dad took the place where his friends once stood beside him, he looked to his left, where his mom still stood. He couldn't help but notice someone was missing. "Where's Dante?"

"Where do you think?" A voice to the side had Cisco risk looking over, to see the curtain pulled back, by his brother, in the same gown as Cisco.

"Dante?"

His older brother nodded, sitting up with a grimace to get a better position. "The doctor's said you needed some help getting better. Figured I owed you one."

He knew what that meant, Dante gave him something, he didn't know what exactly, but it was important, otherwise he wouldn't be stretched out on the bed beside him. Cisco didn't know what to say. He didn't even know what to think. He opened and shut his mouth several times before reaching out across the gap between the beds, his mother stepping back while Dante reached back out to him. When the brothers finally grabbed each other by the fingertips, Cisco finally let the tears drop before letting his exhaustion take him.

Earth-199999, New York City, Avengers Compound

Clint was making his way through the hallway when someone attacked but Clint blocked and sliced his throat with a knife before spinning and hurling the knife into another man's throat. A woman fired at him but Clint ducked and slid, grabbing her feet and throwing her off.

He got up as a man with a gun rounded a corner but Clint grabbed his wrist, twisted, spun and disarmed him, before hitting his face with the gun as he went out. He took cover on seeing a man and woman arrive from that direction, before flipping to the other end while avoiding a shot and firing into one's abdomen, then taking cover again. He then came out and shot the woman on the shoulder while the one shot in the abdomen fired and hit him, but his Kevlar protected him. Clint then shot the man down, and as the woman tried to fire, Clint got close to her, grabbed her wrist, and threw her down before shooting her in the head.

As another came at him from behind, Clint spun and kicked him, then shot him down too.

Two men with guns were walking, trying to find Clint, when they rounded a corner, and turned just as Clint shot one down, and then the other two, before taking cover as a third man from a distance fired at him.

Clint fired back, making him take cover, and rolled away to the other side, taking cover again while grabbing the big gun of one guy he'd shot down. As the man continued to fire, Clint fired with his pistol, making him back off, and marched forth, the pistol running out. As the man came out to fire, Clint shot him down with the other gun.

As another woman charged him with her sword, Clint struck her wrist and chin with the gun, and shot her down.

"Report." Zemo called into his comms. He heard more gunfire and screaming. Barton was cutting through his men and Malcolm's. This was surprising.

"I thought you said this was the weakest Avenger." Vandal hissed from the other side of the building, making sure not to use his name. If he had known the League had let their standards slip so much, or that Zemo's soldiers were so inept, he would have launched this attack by himself.

"Hawkeye is not our concern." The mission was what he conveyed without speaking. They couldn't afford to speak aloud lest their intentions be known.

Clint spun and flipped to avoid gunfire, and used his wristbow to fire, killing that soldier. Then he landed and sliced one assassin down, then blocked the other's strike and gave her an upwards slice, taking her down, and then he clashed with a third, getting to his knee and blocking strikes before getting up and slicing him down.

As one more charged him, Clint grabbed his arm and threw him to the other side, before spinning the sword and turning to slice another charging him from behind. After that, he stabbed the one he'd flipped.

The rest charged him as Clint dodged two of them, blocked the third, and then the other two before kicking one down, and then he blocked the other two before slicing all three down quickly.

He then charged forth and clashed with two more, dodging their blows before slicing both down simultaneously. A woman tried to strike but he blocked and took her down with an upwards slice before spinning and kicking another man away, and then running and leaping, he spun and sliced him down too.

Clint huffed, wiping the sweat from his brow before moving forward. "I'm getting too old for this shit." It was at that moment, he paused upon realizing what he said. "Okay, I've spent way too much time with Sam and Rhodes." Clint quickly moved, JARVIS having every barrier he encounters open up for him.

It was when he ran by the kitchen when he finally encountered a problem.

"Intruder behind you!" JARVIS' warning came in time for Clint to roll out of the way as a katana descended where he once stood. Jumping back to his feet, Clint flicked the bow to turn it into a staff. He held it forward, staring into the blank gaze of the masked man, blades attached to his chest, with a bow and arrow on his back, with one very sharp, sword, with some kind of pale green aura radiating off it.

The two faced each other, swords at the ready, before Clint struck as Prometheus blocked, and then the two spun and clashed once more. Clint struck Prometheus' chest but nothing happened, and as he tried to strike, Prometheus blocked and kicked him back.

Clint then tried to block Prometheus' swings but the second one was so fast and strong his bow split into two, and it was clear Prometheus' sword was not a normal sword.

As Prometheus tried to strike again, Clint spun to avoid and struck him in the abdomen, but nothing happened.

So he rolled away to avoid Prometheus' swing, then blocked his strike before kicking his abdomen but felt the metal plating underneath. Quickly rolling back and getting up, Clint flipped and kicked Prometheus with a spin kick, sending him back-pedaling, but alright.

Clint glared at the masked bastard before raising both parts of the broken staff/bow. "Now you hurt my feelings."

"That won't be the last thing I break."

Earth-205

Near a lake, a woman did a yoga pose.

"I've got genital herpes."

In a house, an old man sat on a couch.

"I've got genital herpes."

In a basketball court, four men were playing basketball. One made a basket. This one turned around; it was Sam, looking very uncomfortable. "Seriously?"

Dean pointed out. "Hey, you're the one who said play our roles."

"Yeah. Right." Dean clapped him on the shoulder and went back to the game. "I've got genital herpes."

At the lake, the woman sat in another yoga pose. "I try to be responsible."

In the house, the old man looked over at another woman. "Did I try."

Sam finally said. "But now I take twice-daily Herpexia to reduce my chances of passing it on."

The woman continued. "Ask your doctor about using Herpexia."

The old man and the other woman slow-danced.

The woman did other yoga poses.

Dean's voice did a voiceover.

"Patients should always consult with a physician before using Herpexia. Possible side effects include headache, diarrhea, permanent erectile dysfunction, thoughts of suicide, and nausea."

Sam finally said. "I am doing all I can to slightly lessen the spread of—of genital herpes. And that's a good thing." Sam went back to the game. The Herpexia logo appeared.

Earth-199999, New York City, Avengers Compound

Clint and Prometheus faced off, Clint having the sword now, as he struck but Prometheus managed to block his strikes and the kick to the abdomen didn't do a thing. They circled each other and clashed again as Clint tried to slice above his chest but failed so he rolled away. Prometheus turned to him to strike with his sword when Clint threw a fletchette and it managed to disarm him.

Clint then rushed him and grabbing him, crashed them both through glass into the hallway.

Both got up as Clint tried to strike but Prometheus blocked and spinning, decked his face, before leaping and kicking his chest with both feet, throwing him off. Before Clint could get up, Prometheus spun in the and kicked him down again.

Clint groaned, getting onto his hands and knees.

"I really should retire at this point." Clint groaned as he reached behind him to his quiver.

Prometheus saw his sword close by and ran to it, turning back to face the Avenger when something skimmed by his head. He turned back to Hawkeye and found him smirking, before the sword was ripped from his grip and he found his body pushed against the wall, onto whatever it was he had thrown. Prometheus tried to push himself off, to no avail, quickly he grabbed one of his blades and stabbed at the device, he felt the force stop but then Hawkeye jumped on his back. He turned to slam his passenger against the wall before something was stabbed against his face. Adrian tried to pull it off, when it started melting through his suit, and burning his face.

Clint let go and fell to the ground, while ripping off the masked man's bow to replace his own. He watched as Prometheus clutched at his face and began screaming, the voice filter malfunctioning as the acid melted through both it and the mask. If his senses didn't warn him to move, he would have watched him unmask, but Clint ducked back and avoided a knife that struck the wall, and another that almost got his arm, that he deflected with the bow. The Avenger turned to find another of the lead members, the bearded one, glaring at him. He idly felt the other man runaway, before the sound of what could have been a breach could be heard, then the screaming stopped.

"Not from around here, are you?" Hawkeye asked as he stood up and noticed the bow. Ah great, the string was cut when he used it against the knife. There goes that idea, he thought as he tossed it aside.

"It won't matter where we're from in the end." Savage grinned as he spun the knives in his hands. "I will admit your display thus far has been impressive."

"Always nice to meet a fan." Clint snipped as he drew his baton and extended it.

"Perhaps it will be enough for me to not cut out your beating heart and feast it before your dying eyes."

"…sorry what?"

Savage struck forth with his knives, Clint barely dodging them before striking with his baton as Savage blocked and struck, Clint dodging while both circled each other.

Clint barely blocked or dodged Savage's knife strikes, stepping back a few times at one point to avoid his throat being sliced.

Savage then flicked his knives, and charged forth, Clint blocking his blows and trying to strike but Savage blocked his blows too, before spinning to kick at one point but Clint barely dodged.

As he struck again, Clint blocked but Savage kicked him back. Savage then threw his knife as Clint ducked to avoid, but Savage managed to kick him through some glass, into a couch in the living room.

He kicked but Clint dodged while Savage took the knife and tried to stab down on Clint with both of them, but Clint blocked. The knives were close to his eyes. At that point, Clint grabbed one hand of Savage and managed to disarm him of one knife, before rolling them both to the hallway floor, Clint having Savage in a chokehold and grabbing his other hand.

Clint tried to push Savage's hand towards his own throat so he could stab himself, but Savage pushed it back and getting up, stabbed Clint's abdomen thrice, but the Kevlar protected him from the worst of it, while he pushed Savage off.

Before Savage could stab again, Clint blocked with his foot, grabbed his arm, and flipped him down. Both got up but Clint flipped and kicked Savage away. Before Savage could get up, Clint kicked his abdomen thrice and struck him with the baton.

Then he tried to spin and kick but Savage ducked, and then getting up, grabbed Clint and spinning, elbowed him thrice before slamming his head through a glass window, shattering it.

Savage let go while Clint grasped his head in pain, before Savage kicked his chest, and punched him a few times, and tried to do so again when Clint grabbed and threw Savage down, and kicked him a few times.

Savage got up and kicked Clint back twice, as both prepared to fight, and then the two traded punches and kicks, before Savage kicked Clint into a wall. Before he could charge, Clint leapt and kicked his face and chest so hard he was sent flying out the shattered window and to the ground.

Hunching over, breathing heavily, the now extremely tired Avenger walked back to where the battle began, slightly limping until he picked up the discarded bow, and took out a spare bowstring. "I don't get paid enough for this."

"I detect only four more, sir."

"Good." Clint pulled the new string until it was taut and released. "After this, I'm going on vacation."

"There is one waiting for you beyond the doors, sir."

"Best not keep him waiting." Clint said before the barriers pulled up to the shooting range and he found one of the leaders, the other guy who wasn't masked, dressed in the same manner as the other guys with bows and swords. "I've already been through enough of you guys already."

"I know. Tore through all my men. Have you ever thought about changing sides? I could use a man like you." Malcolm offered, and he was being truthful. This Hawkeye was a rare find.

"No thanks. I'm good." Clint said before both men's eyes went cold.

Faster than a normal human could perceive, both archers drew and nocked arrows, but as Merlyn released his, Clint waited until the shaft passed him by, before grabbing it midair and nocked it on the string and fired back. One arrow cut through Merlyn's own string, and the other struck against his chest, making Ra's clutch his chest from the pain, but ripped the arrow out of his armor. He held it aloft to show the lack of blood.

Sighing, Clint dropped the bow and unsheathed the sword he took from a dead warrior from earlier, while Merlyn drew his own ornate blade.

The two clashed blades as Clint got on a knee but was kicked back, but he got up and clashed again, grabbing Malcolm's throat, only for Malcolm to kick his knee, but he blocked the sword strike and kicked Malcolm's knee.

As the two clashed on their knees, Clint kicked Malcolm away and his sword fell off, while Clint fell back too.

Magneto's island

"You truly believe the world will accept my terms?"

He couldn't give a genuine answer, Steve could only be honest. "I don't know, but with the facts laid out, they will know that this the only way for peace. As long as everyone plays ball."

Erik knew what Captain Rogers implied, and he raised his hands. "As long as Mutants have a place where they can be safe, I will not raise arms against the world. That is my word."

"And I believe it." The flaming portal opened behind Steve, giving him a view of the same aircraft carrier he once occupied when he waited for the portal. "Good timing." Steve admitted, although, he'll admit to himself that it was a little spooky.

"Gateway is nothing if not punctual", Magneto said with a chuckle. The two leaders faced one another, a hopeful smile on one, while the other held caution. It did not stop him from extending his hand to the first and only human he had really trusted since the camp. "It was an honor, Captain Rogers."

Steve gladly took Erik's hand and nodded. "Thank you, for trusting me." Erik returned the nod and watched as the Captain walked through the portal, looking one last time before it closed, leaving the Master of Magnetism alone.

Could it work? Was peace achievable? Erik knew if Charles was around, he would hear nothing but optimism. He wished his friend were still there, to be part of these talks. Yet Erik had to find a new way, one for the Mutants under his care to be safe, not just those that are part of the Brotherhood.

Another of Gateway's portals opened before Erik. One to a place only few know of.

Not questioning the portal creating Mutant, Magneto stepped through, entering a wide chamber deep beneath the island. Roots and vines hung all around, a green glow escaping the wood as it ran along the walls and ground into a large wooden and stone sphere, that same green glow pulsating within.

"Magneto, sir." A young girl, only in her teens, with antlers sprouting from her head and goat-like legs and hooves rode upon a large root that quickly dropped her next to the older Mutant.

"Lin." Erik acknowledged the girl. Lin Li was among the many that had sought his protection. The poor girl's mutation made her a target, with no help coming from her parents, she ran away, seeking refuge in the woods, where her powers flourished. A beautiful gift, to connect with nature, both flora and fauna, it was greatly appreciated in helping rejuvenate the island. Which was why they were here. "Has something happened?"

"Well, yes, sort of, I mean, it has." Lin stammered before breathing in to calm down, to the Brotherhood leader's amusement. "They talked."

"They?" Erik looked to the sphere as the green glow illuminated the chamber. "They spoke to you?"

"Umm, not exactly." Lin nervously admitted. At his questioning gaze, she straightened and explained. "They, as in the island, only said one word."

"And what word is that?" Magneto desired to know. He'd raised this island from the depths of the ocean because they needed a new safe haven for their people. To find that there was so much more was a shock to him. He needed to know more, for all their sakes.

"I believe it's their name…Krakoa."

Earth-205

Dean's voice did a voiceover. "We now return to Supernatural."

Sam and Dean were in a bright motel room, the latter saying. "Son of a bitch!"

There was a laugh track and applause. Sam went over to a bikini woman, glaring over his shoulder at Dean. "Uh, I am really, really, very sorry, but, uh, we've got some work to do." Sam escorted the woman to the door.

"But we did do work! In depth." Another laugh track. Dean waved at her as she left. Sam shut the door and shook his head.

Dean spoke through a forced smile. "How long do we have to keep doing this?"

"I don't know." An applause. "Maybe forever?" A laugh track. "We might die in here." Another laugh track.

Dean asked. "How was that funny? Vultures." Another laugh track. The door opened; it was Castiel, with minor injuries. Now there was applause. Dean asked Castiel. "You okay?"

Castiel warned them. "I don't have much time."

Sam asked. "What happened?"

"I got out."

"From where?"

Castiel tried to explain. "Listen to me. Something is not right. This thing is much more powerful than it should be."

Dean asked. "What thing—the Trickster?"

Castiel shook his head. "It is not a Trickster. The man living in this house is supposed to be a Prophet of the Lord, recording what you two do in the Winchester Gospels."

"Wait what?" Sam asked, sharing a shocked look with Dean, before looking back at Castiel. "You knew about this?"

"It is clearly worse than I thought", Castiel said.

"You mean, this Chuck guy might be more than a Prophet?" Dean inquired.

Castiel was flung backwards into the wall, his face hidden. And then Chuck, in his normal form, appeared at the door. "Hello!" There was applause and cheers for him. Castiel got up; his mouth had been duct-taped shut. "Thank you. Thank you, ladies." Castiel glared at Chuck. "Hi, defiant one who doesn't belong!" Chuck gestured at Castiel, who vanished in a burst of static.

Sam asked Chuck. "You know him?"

Dean inquired. "Where did you just send him?"

"Relax, he'll live. ..for now." Another laugh track.

Dean marched up to Chuck. "All right, you know what? I am done with the monkey dance, okay? We get it."

"Yeah? Get what, defiant idiot?"

"Playing our roles, right? That's your game?"

"That's half the game."

Sam asked. "What's the other half?"

Chuck shrugged. "Its punishment. Because you didn't play your roles out there."

Dean was confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Chuck told them. "Oh, right, you don't know yet because you were so defiant! Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Michael. Your celebrity death match. You should have played your roles."

Sam still didn't get it. "What are you talking about?"

"That's how it should have gone!" Chuck snarled. "Lucifer would have come, and then you, Sam, would have been his vessel, and Dean would have been Michael's, so you two could fight, and then the Apocalypse would happen, but it would have had a bittersweet ending…..and then an unexpected sequel!"

Sam asked. "So you know all that too, the stuff that hasn't happened yet?" Chuck nodded. "But won't the world end then?"

Chuck shrugged. "All that begins has an end! And really, it will end either way….earlier now. And whose fault is that? Yours! So do what I say, and let's get it over with! You're both so defiant, you disappoint me by taking the help of outsiders, and now you shall be punished!"

Dean snarled at him. "What? So you are manipulating everything, huh? Well guess what? We're not your bitches! And we'll never be!"

Chuck angrily slammed Dean into the wall. "You were, and you should have been! Because you're not…..now I shall make sure this ends too! How disappointing!"

He let Dean go, then snapped his fingers.

Earth-199999, New York City, Avengers Compound

The barriers were opening up at random intervals. Zemo and his last two soldiers managed to pass into the room they were looking so hard for. The workshop. The three masked Sokovians split up, knowing what the objective was. Whatever way this plan was supposed to end, Zemo never thought it would be like this. Hawkeye was more dangerous than he originally believed. That was an error on his part. He had underestimated the archer.

"Sir." One of his men called to Zemo, and that was when he saw it. The gauntlet Stark and Richards invented.

"We have it, pullback." Zemo spoke into his comms, before hearing the Quinjet arriving overhead. That was too fast! They should still be miles away. "Pullback now!" Zemo pulled out a detonator and pushed the button before activating the bracelet, opening a breach for he and his men to run through with the gauntlet.

From his place on the ground, Merlyn heard Zemo's urgent message while Hawkeye stood back up. Running for his sword, Malcolm quickly picked it up and activated his breach and ran through, quickly closing it behind him before a sword struck the wall.

Seeing the enemy gone, Clint finally collapsed to his knees as the exhaustion and injuries caught up on man. He was going on vacation FOR A MONTH! He deserved that! At the very least!

"Mr. Barton, the Avengers have returned." Clint heard JARVIS before Steve's voice came in from the comms.

"Clint! What happened?!"

Breathing heavily, Clint just laid down on the ground, even as he heard small explosions throughout the Compound. Not knowing what it was, and at this point not caring, Hawkeye only told their team leader, "Oh you know, just another day for Earth's Mightiest Heroes."

Tony, Rhodey, and Sam landed first and watched in disbelief as the heads of the bodies littering the front lawn of the Compound began to explode. "What the actual hell?" Sam spoke for all of them as more echoed inside.

As the Quinjet landed with Steve, Nat, and Banner exiting, they all had one question in their mind: who did this?

Earth-205

It was CSI, Miami, that was on now. A man lay on the ground with a stomach wound. Crime-scene markers surrounded him and cameras flashed. Dean and Sam were standing outside the crime-scene tape, watching the various extras work. They turned around; they were wearing suits with matching blue shirts and sunglasses.

Dean sighed. "Oh, come on."

A police officer ducked under the crime scene tape. "So, what do you think?"

Dean asked. "What do I think? I think go screw yourself, that's what I think."

Sam tried to deescalate the situation. "Uh, could you give us a sec, please? Thanks." The officer nodded and turned away, as Sam told Dean. "You gotta calm down."

"Calm down? I am wearing sunglasses at night." Dean yanked them off. "You know who does that? No-talent douchebags." Sam nodded in agreement. "I hate this game. I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ooh, plane crashed here—oh shut up."

Sam noticed something at the crime scene and took off his sunglasses. "Hey."

"What?"

"Check out sweet tooth over there."

The officer was sucking a lollipop.

"Think that's him?"

Music reminiscent of The Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again" began to play.

Sam sighed. "What do you think this Chuck guy is?"

"I don't know, some psychic who manipulated our lives for fun?" Dean inquired.

"Maybe, but then he won't be able to touch Castiel", Sam pointed out, then thought a bit more carefully about some of his words. "He was angry at us for not following a Plan, and being defiant, and all that. And he even called Castiel defiant."

"So?" Dean asked.

Sam and Dean walked over to the body, putting on their sunglasses as the crime-scene tape was raised to let them under, and then Sam looked at an officer with a lollipop. "Are you God?"

The officer was confused. "What?"

"God." Sam decided to emphasize. "Ya know, the capital 'G' one? That God?"

Suddenly, they heard laughter, and turned around to see another officer laughing. "He is not." He morphed into Chuck. "I am. And you two are not just defiant, but stupid too."

There was a burst of static, and then everyone but the brothers and Chuck disappeared, the three in Chuck's house now, with Dean and Sam in the clothes they'd worn on entering this house.

Earth-21, Metropolis, STAR Labs

It took every ounce of willpower for Clark's heart not to break at the sight in front of him. After what happened in D.C., he hoped things would calm down. Only to learn about the attack on STAR Labs, so many people killed, and Bart was nearly one of them.

The speedster was laid out on a hospital bed, monitors hooked up all around him, and a tube to help him breath. His skin was stretched over his skeleton, his features gaunt and horrifying to look at, but that was one of his closest friends beyond that, seeing him like this, after what he went through with the Black Flash, it hurt. His heartbeat was slow, something Clark always thought was impossible for Bart. Everything he did was fast, running, being the hero, making friends. It was that beep on the monitor and the thumb he could hear beneath the chest that told him Bart was still alive, but barely.

Even with his super senses, Clark almost didn't hear Emil walk up to him, so lost in his own thoughts of fear. "Whatever happened to him, his connection to the Speed Force was weakened. All that energy drained out of him, it nearly killed him."

"Will he recover?"

"He will." Emil assured the Man of Steel. "But he needs time to recover, regain that energy."

Clark heard someone else approach, and found Tess with a picture in hand. "He managed to move fast enough to avoid the cameras, but we got this." Clark took the image, and to say he was stunned was an understatement. The thing that attacked had a scary resemblance to the Speed Demon that hunted Bart, but with a metal right arm with claws on each fingertip, claws covered in blood.

"Don't suppose you've seen this guy before." Tess inquired.

Clark shook his head. "Something like him, but no." That arm though, this guy was way too slow for Bart, until he grabbed him with the cybernetic arm. It takes something sophisticated to do that, especially considering how much of the Speed Force Bart's body channels. This attack felt personal, even if he targeted STAR Labs and not Bart, the attack, it felt personal. Only one suspect came to mind.

For a second, Clark's eyes flashed from his heat vision. "But I have a theory."

Earth-205

Dean was in a motel, brushing his teeth. He finished, then spat, seemingly. "I'm worried, man. What that SOB calling himself God did to Cas. You know, where is he?" No response. "Sam?" Dean walked out. The room was empty. "Where are you?"

Dean headed for the Impala, his phone to his ear.

"It's Sam. Leave me a message."

Dean got in the car. "Sam. It's me. Where the hell did you go?" Dean snapped the phone shut.

"Dean?"

Sam's voice sounded odd. Dean looked around. Sam wasn't in the car. "Sam? Where are you?"

"I don't know."

Dean noticed a red light on the dashboard. It flashed in time with Sam's words.

"Oh crap. I don't think we're out of this yet."

A while later, The Knight Rider theme played.

The Impala had acquired red flashing lights under the front grille as well. Dean drove. "Okay, he says he is God, but maybe he could just be really powerful."

Sam sighed. "I don't know. Nothing else makes sense."

Dean asked. "What do you mean?"

"You heard Cas. He said this thing was too powerful to be a Prophet."

Dean agreed. "And did you notice the way he looked at Cas? Almost like he knew him."

"And there is also the fact that he knows all about our lives enough to write those down in the graphic novels, and was pissed that we stopped Lucifer from even getting out of the Cage, and ruined his Plan. Us and Castiel were defiant ones in his eyes."

"Son of a bitch", Dean said in shock.

"What?" Sam inquired.

"I think you might be right", Dean said in horror.

At that moment, there was static again, Dean dropping on his butt…..on someone!

"OOOOOWWWWW!"

Sam groaned, Dean sitting on him, and got up, Sam groaning as he stood up, looking at Dean, who raised his hands, both of them back in Chuck's house, and then they stared at Chuck, who was glaring at them in rage.

Castiel appeared too, still wounded, as Dean looked at Chuck. "You are God, aren't you?"

"Father?" Castiel asked, looking horrified. "But…why are you doing this?"

"You all defied me!" Chuck roared in anger.

"They stopped the Apocalypse before it began", Castiel pointed out. "With the help of the Jedi, they made sure Lucifer shall never rise, and there will be no need of a battle, or wiping him out. Shouldn't you be pleased?"

"Silence, defiant one! You do not even belong here! I should have kept a tighter leash on you!" Chuck roared, and Castiel suddenly grasped his head in pain once more, while he turned to Sam and Dean. "You should not have taken help from those outsiders! My Plan was perfect, it had to be followed till the end….for the ending of this story!"

"So…..you're God, and you wanted the Apocalypse to happen?" Sam asked, looking struck.

"Yes! And then Lucifer would possess you, Sam", Chuck continued, smirking. "You'll sacrifice yourself to save all, and it would have been over…before I came up with a sequel, but you all ruined it by defying ME!"

So loud was his roar the entire house was ripped apart with his power, though Sam, Dean and Castiel stayed in spot, clearly an effect of Chuck's power too, as he continued. "I clearly should have stopped you all from even interacting with any outsiders, like how I stopped Castiel from babbling about the Singularity to you."

"So you're the reason he couldn't talk about it", Dean realized. "Why? Didn't want your plan to go to waste?" He smirked. "Well, it did anyways. Seems you aren't all-powerful, eh, God? I was right about you from the start."

"I'll show you how powerful I am!" Chuck snarled, as Dean and Sam fell to their knees, feeling their breaths having been taken away. "I have created so many Universes, but they all disappointed me, including the Sam and Dean there. But here….here it was all perfect, some bad writing aside. You two were so close….and then you ruined it by teaming up with the outsiders! I couldn't send them back for some reason, or close the breaches, but you all should have listened!"

There was another bright light, and then a handsome, young man appeared, as well as an old one, and Uriel.

"Father, is that truly you?" The young one asked, looking to be in disbelief. "I looked over you the entire time I thought you were a Prophet."

"I hid myself well, my son, and your loyalty is greatly appreciated, Michael", Chuck smiled.

"Forgive me for not recognizing you", the man, clearly Michael, said as he got on his knees in front of Chuck, horrifying Sam, Dean and Castiel even more.

"Zachariah", Chuck greeted the older one. "You'd have tried, but did not get your chance, now I shall punish everyone here."

"Do it, father. The smelly humans do deserve it after all for being so defiant", Zachariah agreed, then glared at Castiel, who'd recovered. "And this one as well!"

"I know, they really are too defiant to follow your plans", Uriel said angrily with a scoff.

Dean and Sam regained their breaths, the latter asking. "So…all of you are like this? You don't care about us beyond using us for your Cosmic plans? Why make us then?"

"I….I trusted in you!" Castiel looked broken as he glared at the three of them, especially Chuck. "Believed in you! But you…..you…"

"Shouldn't be so defiant!" Chuck shrugged with a smirk, then looked at Sam and Dean. "You were so willing to play your roles in the channels, so no excuse for not playing them here."

"Oh yeah?"

There was another flash, and to the shock of Sam and Dean, now, the Trickster had appeared.

"You?" Sam asked.

"Gabriel", Chuck snarled.

"Wait, what?" Dean looked at the Trickster in shock. "You're Gabriel."

"I did not like to see my family fighting, so I left Heaven, and got into a witness protection program to become a Trickster", Gabriel revealed to them all, glaring at Chuck, before speaking to Sam and Dean. "I thought I'd convince you two to play your roles when the time came, get it all over with. But clearly, it looks like my family wasn't the problem." He clutched his fists, looking at Chuck with barely contained rage. "You were! It all began with you, didn't it? So really…you are the reason for me leaving, and all of these problems, considering you wrote them down to happen!"

"So you're defying me too? How disappointing", Chuck shook his head. "And here I thought you knew your role well."

"Better than you, Father", Gabriel snarled, then smirked. "Besides, it seems you just copied me here right now."

Chuck was now looking enraged as Michael roared at Gabriel. "Don't you dare talk back to Father like that, deserter!"

"Oh brother Michael, still the loyal son", Gabriel shrugged.

"Quite ironic, since I possess the brother not known about", Michael revealed, looking at Sam and Dean.

"Now what are you talking about?" Dean asked, his rage barely repressed.

"They are such fools", Uriel said with a snicker.

"Oh, you don't know?" Michael gestured to his vessel mockingly. "Your dear old daddy had a thing with a nurse once after he was injured in a hunt. This is their son, your half-brother- Adam Milligan!"

Sam and Dean exchanged a look of horror, Michael continuing. "Your father met him when he was twelve, and took him to pool and poker, while you two were thrust into the hunting life. John took him to ball games on his birthday, and bought him his first beer when he was 15, then taught him to drive in the Impala. All I needed to do was give him some pain until he said yes to me. He is a real screamer!"

"You son of a bitch!" Dean roared, trying to charge, when Chuck tilted his head, and both Sam and Dean went down to their knees in pain.

"Of course, being possessed by me was a better option than letting himself and his mom die at the hands of two Ghouls", Michael added with a smirk.

"This Universe is another disappointment", Chuck sighed, shaking his head. "As are you two. Pity, I thought you two would have succeeded." He spoke to Michael, Zachariah and Uriel. "I shall create another Universe, and you three can accompany me there, due to being so loyal. I'm wondering what can be different there. It will be a full-on reboot. Maybe the next one can be about their parents instead of them, with a new, alternate storyline. Now that'd be interesting to see." He raised one hand. "As for the rest of you…."

At that moment, suddenly getting a burst of strength even he couldn't explain, Castiel charged at Chuck and pushed him so hard he was thrown off by a few feet, crashing into Michael, Zachariah and Uriel, all four falling to the ground, a crater being formed, while Gabriel turned to Sam and Dean, pouring down salt from a container he'd conjured, before conjuring blood of lamb and making a sigil with it on the ground, then conjuring the bones of a lesser saint, while the groaning Chuck, Michael, Zachariah and Uriel started getting up.

"So, all that was needed was salt, blood of lamb and bones of a lesser saint. Time for you two to leave!"

"Where?" Sam asked.

"Don't ask!"

He pushed both to the ground and they crashed through the blood sigil on the ground, disappearing.

"That….." Chuck got up with a roar, "was a mistake!" He held up his hands as both Castiel and Gabriel went down to the ground, groaning in pain while Chuck, Michael, Zachariah and Uriel marched to them.

"Where did you send them?" Chuck asked.

"No idea!" Gabriel said, then laughed.

Michael kicked Gabriel hard, breaking his shoulder. "OOOOWWWW!"

"Wrong answer", Michael said.

"And you", Zachariah grabbed Castiel by the throat. "How dare you strike your superiors?"

Castiel spat at Zachariah, enraging him as he punched Castiel hard, breaking his nose as he bled, while Chuck looked forth in rage.

"Always the defiant one because you care about those measly humans", Uriel said in disgust. "You can watch them die, Castiel."

"God has come now! And the Universe that hides these defiant ones shall feel His wrath!"

Earth-199999, Miami

Parker and Felicia were at their little base after having touched down, and Parker was setting up some monitors.

"What are those for?" Felicia inquired.

"You'll see later", Parker shrugged, and Felicia scoffed.

"No straight answers, huh?"

"Everything okay?" Parker asked the young thief, seeming to realize she was a bit more flustered than usual.

After a moment, Felicia shook her head.

"Nope, all good."

Parker didn't believe her, but they needed to finish the mission first. Talking about feelings could come later. She'd learnt to share her own with the rest of the team after quite a while, but listening to anyone other than her team share their feelings with her...that was new.

Especially since this was her student. Sure, she'd listen, but mission came first. Besides, teenage girls were more complicated than she was.

Earth-92, Los Angeles

Holtz, who had managed to finally abduct Connor due to Wesley's stupidity which got him his throat sliced by Justine, grabbed a hold of Justine and pushed her away from him then headed for the hole in the air that Sahjhan had opened as a threat so someone would kill Connor.

Angel dropped the gun he was holding, having taken it from one of Lilah's SWAT team, and charged after him.

Justine screamed. "Daniel! Daniel!"

Angel screamed. "No! NO!"

Holtz jumped into the roiling red air of the portal and disappeared from view, Connor in his hands. Angel jumped after him, but was thrown back by a lighting bolt lashing out from the portal and hitting him full in the chest.

Angel flew backward, landing with a hard thud and rolled to look back at the portal.

Sahjhan quipped. "Wow. I didn't count on that. Kinda takes care of my problem."

Justine and Angel stared at the portal from the ground as Sahjhan closed it. "All right then."

He looked down at Angel, who was still staring at where the portal used to be. "Have a good summer."

With that Sahjhan disappeared into thin air.

Lilah looked down at Angel who hadn't moved. "Hmph! Well, I'm looking at a mountain of paperwork." She turned to go.

Justine got up and stumbled towards Wesley's car.

The commander asked. "Should we do something about..."

Lilah looked back at Angel. "Yes, we should. - We should let him suffer."

Angel rolled over onto all fours and looked around him, seeing Justine drive off in Wesley's car and collapsed back onto the hard ground, once again facing towards where the portal used to be, close to tears.

"Connor."

Quor'toth

The leap through the portal was the easy part, landing less so. Holtz kept a tight hold on Steven, his wailing needed to be stopped before it attracted any other unneeded attention. The portal was quick to shut behind them, Angelus was out of reach, now the child was his, and the monster's misery has only begun. Everything was going according to plan, except for one thing.

It was then that Daniel became aware of his surroundings.

Hell seemed a fitting word for this terror. From his place on an overhang, where the spines and ribcages of Demons hung above him, the skulls horned and elongated, was a grey wasteland. A deep pit was before him, where rivers of green flowed into, creating an eerie glow. There were rock formations in the distance, and some kind of structure perhaps that he could not make out with his human eyes. A deep, low, guttural moaning echoed across the land, it made Holtz shiver and Steven cry louder. He shushed at the child.

"Quiet, boy." He looked back to their surroundings with resignation. "This is our home now."

"I think not."

A deep processed voice from behind Holtz made the Vampire hunter whip around before he was thrown hard to the side. Daniel flew over the ground until he crashed upon it, rolling across the darkened earth before his head struck a rock. Blood stained the rock, and Holtz slipped into unconsciousness.

Connor was about to hit the ground when he suddenly stopped. His crying continued to echo across the desolate wasteland even as he floated across the distance, into a pair of orange skinned, four-fingered hands with armored talons, yet they gently welcomed the baby into their embrace.

"Hello, little one." Connor slowed his crying, and through teary eyes and a reddened face, he looked up at the extrasensory tusks coming from the head, a black breathing mask to produce the unique gases the Kel Dor live in with protective goggles surrounding his eyes.

While most of the face was covered to allow him to breath and see, the crease on his brow indicated the equivalent of a smile.

"I can see why the Force brought us together." Jedi Master Plo Koon stroked the child's cheek with his thumb. Using the Force, he could feel the young boy's terror, the fear of being taken away from his father, his family. Feeling that, Plo Koon looked down on the unconscious human. "A child taken, yet I feel no shame." Dark thoughts of revenge and spite flowed off the man. Hate fueled him, it was why he took the child.

The Force was smiling on this boy, however.

As he sent calms waves through the Force into the child, the little boy began to coo, a smile spread across his lips before falling into a slumber. Plo Koon gazed across the land with a frown, the Force was more chaotic than he ever felt in this world, and the deep-rooted darkness was troubling to say the least, "It seems we have a long journey ahead of us, little one." Chaotic as it was, he could still feel the Force guide him further into this darkened world, filled with many species Plo Koon has never sensed before. "We best make haste."

And done.

Thanks a lot to Brainstorm Sorcerer for his writing for the Clint stuff, Steve/Magneto talk and Krakoa reveal, Team Flash, Quor'toth and Earth-21 portions, much appreciated pal.

So...I think this chapter utilized Clint better than the MCU ever did, and that includes his show. As much as I like Kate, I think the show was focused more on her rather than an equal split between her and Clint. Plus I could do without Maya.

Now, Prometheus is obviously more skilled than Clint due to that chip, so Clint used a trick- the thing that pulled Prometheus was a magnetic arrow, also used in 'Hawkeye'. In a battle of pure skill, Adrian would have won, but Clint had a trick up his quiver, and beat him.

For Savage, guy is dangerous, but he is not superhuman in terms of strength. Clint did hold off T'Challa for a bit in 'Civil War', and he is much stronger than Savage. Plus in 'The Winter Soldier', in a deleted draft, Clint was supposed to fight Cap. Idea is Clint is good enough to at least hold off stronger or more skilled opponents in some ways. Savage would eventually have beaten Clint, but he kicked him out the window and got a reprieve. Also, I know that earlier a team was needed to beat Savage while here, Clint fought the guy by himself, but Savage had the Staff of Horus then and it made him a bigger threat.

So...hail Hawkeye!

Steve and Magneto talk, and reach an understanding, as you can see. Magneto trusts Cap due to being saved and comforted by him in WWII. The island that the Brotherhood used in the first X-Men film and briefly in 'The Last Stand' was Genosha, which is why it couldn't be used here, hence it was changed to Krakoa instead, which is a sentient island in the comics and did become a Mutant habitat later.

Imagine Ashley Liao as Lin, thank you to HRwriter897 for the casting.

Meanwhile, as you can see, Chuck is mad at Sam and Dean for not following his plan, so he is going to punish them now. The meta-episodes in 'Supernatural' are some of my favorites, so 'Changing Channels' from Season 5 got done by Chuck instead, to basically show the brothers why they should have followed his plans. Uriel was trying to get Lucifer out but now that he sees Chuck himself wanted the guy out due to 'plot', he is fully Team Chuck. But Gabriel and Castiel help them escape, only to get captured themselves. What will happen there? Now this is scary.

Cisco is saved, fortunately, and we got to see his family, including Dante. Sucks they used Flashpoint to kill him off instead of doing a decent, comics-accurate storyline. Imagine John Leguizamo as Cisco's father, thank you to gussygus28 for the casting. Until this chapter, I never realized Cisco's dad never appeared on-screen.

Clark has a feeling on who did this.

Parker and Felicia reach Miami and will begin their mission.

Hail Derek Hale! Savior of Buffyverse relationships! First Cangel, now Xanya! This needs to be a meme now! And 'Teen Wolf' Earth got a designation too.

Meanwhile, Holtz has taken baby Connor to Quor'toth...only for Plo Koon to get the baby instead! Now that's a twist!

Hope all enjoyed and see you all next time with another chapter.