As if ensnared by an invisible enchantment, Peter wandered aimlessly through the intricate, twisting streets of Blue Valley. Lost in a labyrinth of his own thoughts, he murmured softly to himself while navigating the unfamiliar pathways. His mind was shrouded in a thick fog of confusion, rendering him unable to pinpoint his exact location. Despite his weariness and the dirt that had sullied his clothes from clawing his way out of his own grave, he pressed on, seemingly attempting to shake off the restless energy pulsing within him. Strangely, he remained remarkably vigilant.

After what felt like an eternity, Peter found himself standing outside the welcoming glow of Richie Rock's Diner. Peering through the window, he watched the diners savoring their meals, igniting a gnawing pang of hunger within him. However, his attention soon shifted from the tantalizing food to his own reflection gazing back at him from the window's surface.

As he stared at his own image, he hesitantly extended his hand, seemingly searching for affirmation of his own existence. Despite his efforts, no recollections emerged to aid him in piecing together his identity or past. Who was he? Was he important?

The memories came rushing back to Peter, causing him to take a step back in shock. Flashes of images appeared in his mind, making him wince. He vividly remembered seeing a girl with black hair and a distinct white lock at the front - she seemed familiar and he was certain she held the key to unlocking his lost memories. As he stood outside a diner, a faint smell led him to the back of the building, where he found discarded food in a trash can.

Despite the unpleasantness, his hunger drove him to scavenge for anything remotely edible. As he ate, a sense of impending danger washed over him, prompting him to notice Maria Carmen Saravia, who had emerged from the diner and seemed startled by his presence.

Feeling disoriented and without a plan, Peter's instincts kicked in, propelling him to scale the neighboring wall with surprising agility, as if some innate ability had been dormant within him. Driven by an unexplainable urge, he set out in search of the girl with the unique hair, convinced that she held the answers to his forgotten past.

Reunited with the team, they gathered at the garage where Clint, Sylvester, and Pat were brought up to speed on recent events. Cindy was notably absent from the meeting since she was under suspicion, and the team harbored doubts about her trustworthiness.

"Someone murdered Trickshot," Courtney informed them.

"What?" Clint was shocked to hear his brother was dead...again.

"Okay. Well, who'd have the motive to do that?" Pat wonders.

"Well, just about anyone who'd ever met him." Sylvester scoffed and looked at Clint. "No offense, Clint."

"Some taken, but reasonable," Clint said, his heart sinking hearing his brother was dead.

"Yeah, so who cares he's dead?" Rick asks.

"A man is dead, and there's a killer out there." Courtney defended.

"Excuse me. Have you all lost your minds?" Yolanda asks. "Cindy Burman did it. She was standing over his body."

"Yeah, sure she was, but she didn't do it." Mayday defended her friend. "We just went to see if Trickshot had any connection to the robbery earlier. By the time we got there, he was dead and the place was a wreck."

Yolanda scoffed. "Case dismissed, I guess."

"I am not saying that this case is closed, I am just saying there has to be another killer out there." Mayday defended.

"She is right." Riri defended her. "Cindy wasn't lying. She can't scorch someone to a crisp."

"That doesn't mean that Cindy didn't kill him, Riri." Yolanda returned.

"And whoever twisted that trailer into a pretzel had to be as strong as Solomon Grundy," Sylvester stated.

"Or a Spider person," Mayday whispered. "I have seen other versions of myself in other worlds who managed to attack and punch to create earthquakes."

"I hate to be a broken record here, but Cindy's strong." Yolanda returned.

"Not that strong." Scott defended. "She couldn't even help much against Kang and Bill."

"She is a walking science experiment." Yolanda retaliated. "Who knows what else she's done to change herself, Court?"

"Dragon King changed her, and he's dead," Mayday said.

"Yeah, because she killed him," Yolanda informed Mayday.

Mayday looked over to the others, wondering if that was the truth. "Yeah..." Teresa confirmed.

"Huh..." Mayday was surprised at that one.

"If you really thought she was innocent, she would be here at this meeting right now." Yolanda proclaimed.

"Trickshot's laptop was missing," Beth informed them.

"I've been trying to track it," Riri said. "It still hasn't come back online yet."

"Cindy didn't have that," Mayday stated. "We searched the area, and I didn't see her snitch a laptop."

"So, there we have it," Courtney stated. "We find the laptop, we find the killer."

"Who I'm guessing was one of Trickshot's former colleagues from the Injustice Society who you're hoping to reform." Sylvester was sorry to say.

"We can't assume anything at this point," Courtney said.

"Courtney, the fact is, it wasn't until Trickshot came back to Blue Valley that he was murdered, making the former villains all suspects, including Cindy Burman." Pat was sorry to tell her.

Then to their surprise, someone entered the garage, but they calmed down when they saw it was Joey coming through a portal. "Guys. What happened?"

"What do you mean?" Jane asked. "Is this about Trickshot? Because if it is-"

"Trickshot is back?" Joey was surprised to hear. Then he got slapped by the Cloak. "Hey! I'm focusing! Look, something happened..."

Joey brought the group to the graveyard where they saw the gravestone of Peter Barton, but saw that his grave was empty. There were a few worried looks amongst the graveyard since some weren't sure what this could mean. Some believed this could be a sign he might have come back. Others seem to believe that someone stole his corpse.

"How long?" Clint asks.

"I was here last night," Joey confirmed. "It had to have been within the last 24 hours."

"I was here earlier," Scott admitted. "This wasn't like this."

"You don't think that...Peter could have killed Trickshot, do you?" Phoebe asks the team. "I mean, a guy comes back to life, maybe he thought Trickshot was gonna harm him."

"What?" Courtney scoffed at that question. "No, Peter wouldn't hurt anyone."

"Except Kang. Killmonger. Doom. The Dark Knights." Teresa recapped the list. "Yeah, you know, we have an impressive body count."

"Think you can locate him?" Clint asks Joey.

"I'll head to the sanctum, and see what I can do," Joey said, conjuring a portal for himself and then returning to town. "We'll find him, Courtney."

Courtney nodded and watched Joey leave, wondering what had become of Peter. She wondered if this might be a miracle or their biggest mistake.

Meanwhile, Cindy made her way home and closed the door behind her, making sure she wasn't being followed especially by the insect heroes or psychics. She then closed the door took her bag and revealed she indeed took Trickshot's computer. She took it hoping to reverse the damage that her dad did to her as she looked saw her body was changing into a Dragon-like appearance like her dad's. It was hard to snitch it with Mayday watching.

As she entered her home, she closed and locked the door and placed the computer down on the table. But as she did, she heard what sounded like glass shattering in the kitchen. Cindy stopped and looked over to the kitchen and extended her blade within her wrist. She then approached the kitchen and saw that the glasses had been shattered. Looked like someone knocked them over when she left them on the counter, only confirming that someone was indeed in the house. She then started to search for the intruder, wondering who would be crazy enough to break into her house. But considering what happened to Trickshot, she wasn't taking any chances.

Cindy leaned over and picked up the piece of glass, wondering who would want to break inside her home. She had made a few enemies in school, but definitely none that would do this. Then she figured it might have been one of the heroes, thinking she was indeed guilty.

Then all of a sudden, she was attacked from behind and thrown against the wall. Cindy groaned when she then kicked off of the wall, throwing her attacker off balance. Due to the minimum light in the kitchen, she couldn't see the face of her attacker, but she didn't much care, she was going to deal with it. It was easily self-defense.

Cindy swung her blades at her attacker, but to her surprise, they managed to dodge the attack and when Cindy went on strike again, they still managed to dodge it. Cindy pulled out her second arm blade and went in to try and attack them. But every time she swung in to attack, they managed to dodge all of her attacks. Cindy then went straight for the strike, only for her intruder to grab her by the wrists and raise her hands upward, even raising her up a little.

Cindy then found an opening by kicking them, the intruder was sent flying into the living room and smashing against the glass coffee table. Cindy ran over to finish off her attacker, only to freeze in shock when she saw who the attacker was.

Turning over and the glass everywhere, Cindy was shocked to see that her attacker was none other than Peter Barton. He stopped trying to attack her when Cindy didn't try to harm him anymore. She froze in shock and terror, wondering how he might have been alive. He was dead. There was no way that this was possibly the same boy who died to stop Kang.

"P-Peter?" Cindy stammered in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You're...you're alive?"

Peter remained silent, his gaze fixated on the ground as he slowly sat up. Using his steady hands, he carefully extracted a few shards of glass from his skin, watching as the wounds miraculously sealed themselves in a matter of moments. Cindy couldn't help but marvel at the extraordinary speed of his recovery, knowing that it normally took him days to heal.

As he looked up at her with an expression of bewilderment, Cindy noticed a vulnerability in his eyes that she had never seen before. It was as if he were a lost soul seeking solace in the presence of a compassionate stranger. Kneeling down beside him, Cindy observed Peter flinch at her approach, prompting her to wonder what turmoil he was enduring. Despite his apprehension, she tentatively extended her hand toward him, sensing his unease at the unexpected gesture.

"Do you...remember me?" Cindy inquired softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she searched his eyes for a glimmer of recognition.

Still choosing to remain silent, Peter tentatively reached out and gingerly touched her hair, his gaze transfixed on the shimmering white strands. It became apparent to Cindy that he was captivated by a profound memory associated with those ethereal strands, and she seemed to have realized that he had sought her out, driven by an inexplicable longing to find her.

"You do remember," Cindy was confused. "But...why come to me?" Then she started to think of the possibilities. "I mean, your uncle, Courtney, I'd understand, but why me?"

Then the conversation with Phoebe from earlier echoed in her mind: "Well, you know how a few weeks ago, we wanted to resurrect Peter? Well, I tried to restart his brain using my powers. And what I saw was...glimpses of his last moments. From the Kang fight to the rubble crushing him, those seemed to be his last thoughts. I...I just can't shake them recently."

Peter's final moments were playing in his mind. And when he died, Cindy, Courtney, and Teresa were the last ones he saw before he died. So, Cindy must have been one of the only things he could find, and he used his instincts to follow.

"You only remember your death," Cindy whispered in shock. "Do...do you know who you are? You know my name?"

Peter's parched, cracked lips struggled to part as if he wanted to speak, but Cindy immediately noticed the dryness of his mouth and the difficulty he had in forming words. It dawned on her that he hadn't eaten anything in two months, ever since he had been buried.

Realizing the urgency of the situation, she understood that he desperately needed nourishment and resolved to take care of him until she could help him regain his memory and strength. She wanted him to explain to her how he was still alive before revealing his return to the others. She also wanted to be certain that this was indeed Peter and not some kind of trap. Not to mention he was covered in so much dirt, she could tell he needed a shower.

She just hoped he could do that on his own.

At the Whitmore household, Pat made his way down the hallway making sure the kids were prepared to head out to school. He made his way over to Courtney's room, knocking before entering the room.

"Hey, you're gonna be late for school unless you get a move on, Court," Pat said, suddenly seeing Courtney look out the window. "Court?" He noticed she seemed sorrowful. "Hey. You okay?"

Courtney didn't answer for a moment as she took in a deep breath. "I couldn't sleep. Couldn't stop thinking about what happened to Peter." She then stood up and shrugged. "Did he come back? Was he kidnapped? If he was, who? Who would want to kidnap a corpse?"

"Court," Pat sighed as he sat on the bed, getting her to join him. "I thought we were over this."

"That was before we saw an empty casket." Courtney defended. "He could be out there. But if he is out there...where is he?"

"Well, we're gonna have to figure it out when we get more information," Pat said. "He and the Midnight Suns can deal with that, while we can look into Trickshot's death. Sylvester wants to question some of Trickshot's old colleagues. So we'll see what we can find out while you're at school, okay? Let's hit it."

Courtney chuckled, watching as Pat left her room. She then looked over to the photos she had, and one stood out at that moment. The one she took on Christmas the first year they came together as a team. That day feels like a long time since then. Everything had changed since that day.

Mike and Jakeem were preparing to do their normal newspaper route and saw the news. "Bizarre accident in trailer park leaves one dead", was what people seem to believe what happened at the trailer park that the incident was a freak of nature and not murder.

"The rest of Blue Valley thinks it was a tornado that killed Trickshot," Mike tells Jakeem. "This is the best thing that could ever happen to us, Jakeem."

"A man being murdered?" Jakeem asked.

"No, a murdering murderer being murdered," Mike stated. "A nation mourns. Listen, if we can catch the killer, everyone's gonna have to take us seriously."

Jakeem didn't seem to believe they could do it. "We're not detectives."

"We are now," Mike stated.

Then the pink pen began to pop, showing that the Thunderbolt was listening. "Oh, I love "Columbo". Have you ever seen the one about the celebrity chef and his twin brother?" He asked while Mike packed the newspapers. "Peter Falk has this 8-minute cooking improv that is simply brill! Leonard Nimoy was a little over the top for my taste, or was that Martin Landau?"

"I never know what you're talking about," Jakeem informed him.

"They look so much alike, though, don't they? I know Julie Newmar was in that one, not to be confused with Julie Neumark. Very different women." Thunderbolt said as they rode off.

At school, the kids met up at their usual lunch table. They were able to get the reports on the official cause of death to Trickshot. Cindy had a bit of an issue leaving Peter at home. She couldn't risk him leaving, so she had to leave and get him extra food to keep him happy. It felt a little like she was keeping him hostage, but she couldn't exactly let him go. He was basically a newborn (or reborn if you wanna go that far) so she had to keep his mind busy. She didn't need to learn the escaped and ate the neighbor's cat or something.

"The official cause of death was being electrocuted to death," Beth informed them.

"From a tornado?" Jane asked.

"According to the autopsy report, aside from all the bruises, scorch marks, and broken bones, Trickshot also had a stab wound right to the heart," Riri reported, using some glasses she made to look over it. "The coroner theorized it was debris thrown by a tornado."

"It wasn't a tornado," Yolanda stated. "It was-"

Cindy appeared out of nowhere, slamming her lunch on the table and got their attention. "You had a meeting last night without me?"

And nobody knew what to do.

"Yes, but-" Courtney was trying to assure her when she was interrupted.

"Wait, is this another meeting?" Cindy asks.

"Yeah, about Trickshot who died from a stab wound, you know, like a shiv," Yolanda stated.

"Or an arrow," Courtney said.

"Or a knife," Mayday stated. "Or a spear. Or...actually, pretty much anything. I mean, you should have seen what we did in the future. Anything was a weapon. I once saw a resistance member who stabbed a guy with a brick."

"What's your point?" Rick asks.

"It could be anyone with anything," Mayday said. "Unless Cindy warped my mind, I was there. I am her witness, she didn't kill Trickshot."

"Look, I'm sorry about the meeting, Cindy," Courtney said. "but considering the circumstances-"

"The circumstances where you were standing over a dead body," Yolanda stated.

"Those circumstances were completely circumstantial," Cindy stated.

"What does that even mean?" Scott asks.

"Trickshot's laptop is missing." America reminded them. "Whoever has it, that's who killed him."

"And the sooner we find the laptop and catch the killer together the sooner we can all move on," Courtney stated.

Cindy sighed. "Sounds great."

Courtney nodded as she looked at Cindy. "And there's...something else."

"What?" Cindy asks.

"Peter's grave was robbed," Cassandra informed her. "He's missing."

Cindy froze as she wondered if she should tell them about what she knew. "Missing?"

"We're exploring the possibility that Peter might have had something to do with what happened," Courtney explained.

Cindy knew that if Peter was indulged in this, she should find out herself before explaining what happened. She couldn't risk them trying to kill Peter, even if they were friends...she wasn't going to let someone take Peter and kill him. She was going to try and help him herself.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the lunch room, Mike and Jakeem made their way into the bathroom. They were still on the hunt to try and discover who exactly killed Trickshot and decided to try and use the Thunderbolt to find him.

"Your dad said we should only use the Thunderbolt in emergencies." Jakeem reminded Mike.

"Will you please stop saying that?" Mike asked him. "Did you see the door that we just walked through? It says "men", not "boys"." Jakeem wasn't sure about that and walked towards the doorway, but was stopped by Mike. "You can check it on the way out."

Jakeem scoffed. "That's the kind of attitude that leads to toxic masculinity."

"What the hell is that?" Mike asked.

"How should I know?" Jakeem asks.

Mike wasn't sure how to respond and shrugged. "Okay." He then pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Jakeem. "Read this."

"What is it?" Jakeem asks.

"It's the wish," Mike explained. "To find out who killed Trickshot. I wrote it down already. I went through, like, a dozen drafts. It's foolproof."

Jakeem took out the Thunderbolt pen and was preparing to read the note. "This feels like cheating."

"Look, just do it." Mike sighed.

"I wish to know the name of the killer of Trickshot, also known as Charles Bernard "Barney" Barton, the older brother to Clint Barton, and ex-performer at the Carson Carnival of Traveling Wonder"? He was?"

"Keep going," Mike tells him.

"And former member of the Injustice Society of America. Amen"." Jakeem finished the wish.

The Thunderbolt then released pink electricity from the pen and zapped the bathroom wall, spelling it out for them. "Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Yes! Excellent question, Jakeem, and Mike. This is exactly why I spent years studying calligraphy. Boom! Exclamation point."

"The killer has many names"? Mike read the wall. "What the hell does that mean?"

Jakeem shrugged. "Search me."

"No, this is such a rip-off." Mike scoffed. "Wish for it again."

"You know the rules. Mike, you can't-"

"Can't wish for the same thing twice, yeah." Mike sighed.

"So what do we do now?" Jakeem asks.

"We should probably get out of here before someone sees what you did to that wall." Mike sated, making their way out.

As they left, Jakeem looked and saw that the door did indeed say boys on it. As they were leaving Teresa managed to catch some smoke in the bathroom, and saw that they were definitely up to something. And she wanted in.

The adults talked to the ex-criminals, and Courtney even ditched school for training with Sylvester. Cindy ditched a few classes and made her way home where she entered and saw Peter was right where she left him. He was sitting on the floor, a bunch of wrappers from the food she left him was all over the place. He seemed to still need to learn a few things about manners, she missed his old self who wouldn't dare leave a mess like that.

"You're really a slob after two months in a grave," Cindy commented, walking to drop her school bag on the table. "You should really clean up after yourself."

"Sorry," Peter said, getting Cindy to freeze. She looked over and saw he was indeed talking. "I was hungry."

"He speaks," Cindy said as she walked over to him. "You spoke. How?"

"Learn," Peter said, pointing to the tv. "I was learning."

Cindy was surprised to see he was learning through the television. "I should grab you some books. I don't know how this whole resurrection thing works." She then sighed and walked over to her dad's old library collection. "And from the sound of it, your friends think you killed somebody."

"Kill?" Peter asks. "No kill."

"Yep, definitely Peter." Cindy scoffed. "But I don't know if you get your memories back through experience or something." She then tossed Peter the school yearbook. "Does anyone here look familiar? You were friends with a few in there."

Peter looked through the yearbook and came across a few faces he knew looked familiar. He saw there was something about a few of them. Starting with Bobby Drake. He caressed the photo and felt a connection. Then there was a quick flash and he remembered talking to this guy. He wasn't able to make out what they were saying, but they were speaking. They were friends.

Peter then started to look through more of the pages. He saw one with Rick on the page, and he quickly got glimpses of when they all first met.

"Friends," Peter whispered. His memories were returning. They were fragments of memories, but they were memories nonetheless. Then he came across the last few pages, where one student stood out. "Star."

Cindy was confused by what he was saying and looked to see if it was a picture of Courtney. "Courtney." She corrected Peter.

"Star," Peter repeated. "The light." He then started to get flashes of a crumbling structure. A man holding a cube. He was remembering how he died. "Fearamid."

Cindy was shocked to hear him reference the Fearamid. "You remember?"

"I don't wanna die," Peter whispered in fear. "I'm not ready to die. But Kang has to die."

Cindy realized this must have been what he was thinking before he died. She leaned close and wanted to stand near him to keep him safe.

"I die to save everyone. One dies to save all. I have to." Peter whispered, only he didn't realize Cindy wasn't sure if he was losing it or if this was why he could have killed Trickshot. "Darkness...I remember the darkness. Cold. Darkness." He then started to hyperventilate. "I don't want to die! I don't want to-"

Cindy quickly took a syringe that was holding enough sedative to knock her out. She figured since they had a similar power set, he would be knocked out by a similar sedative. She sighed in relief when she saw he was unconscious. He regained his memories, but it seemed this was going to be more work than she first thought.

"Don't worry, Pete," Cindy said as she reached to pick him up. "I'm gonna fix you."

Rick was still working on the Hourglass ever since the fight with Kang. The Hourglass was working, but it was always on the fritz. The time should be a time limit for an hour, but it always changes every time he uses it. Seemed Kang either knew what he was doing when he broke it, or it was just a coincidence.

"I thought you'd fixed the hourglass." Beth said as she and Scott approached.

"I thought so too, but the timing's off." Rick stated with a sigh, "I'm supposed to be Hourman. One hour of super strength a day every time I put this thing on. But lately, it's been completely random. 48 minutes, and then 6, and then 17. I can't have my powers,drop out mid-fight, especially if Trickshot's killer is as strong as we think they are."

"Well work it out," Beth promises.

Joey then returned, a portal forming as he walked through. "Sorry, guys. Just thought you should know... there was nothing that could find Peter."

"Seriously?" Beth asks.

"Yeah, whatever brought him back, it wasn't my doing," Joey was just as surprised as they were. "If it was even us. But I'll keep looking. We've reached out to the Forces, trying to get them to help out. If someone out there thinks that they can use my friend as a science experiment, then they have another thing coming."

Joey opened a portal back to the Sanctum and traveled through it.

"But be careful. If Peter did come back, we don't know if his mind followed." Joey said before he then closed the portal and left.

Across the world in New York, there was a chase in progress and there was someone gaining on the vehicle. Avery Ho was chasing after the getaway car at full speed. She ran and leaped on the back of the car, quickly evacuating the hostages, and even took the Jack, where she then quickly took off the wheels. That ended up getting the car to skid to a halt.

"Honestly, guys." Avery scoffed as she tossed the Jack. "You should know it's pointless to steal stuff with speedsters." She then sighed and looked at the clock. "Should find somewhere to sleep."

"Ms. Ho?" Someone called, getting Avery to look over and see some British man she's never met before. "You are not a easy person to find."

"Well, I'm a speedster." Avery reminded him. "Who are you? Have we met?"

"No, but you have been associated with a few colleagues of mine." He admitted. "Perhaps the Legends means something to you."

"Oh, the Legends of Tomorrow?" Avery was following. "And you are...?"

"My name is Rip Hunter," Rip introduced himself, looking around as if he expected someone else. "And I am trying to save the universe. And I could use your help."

Avery was confused by who this man was, but wondered what he meant by trying to save the universe.

(A/N) Rip Hunter is from the Live Like Legends stories if you don't know. Yeah Rip is a little early, since I haven't gotten that far in the recent Legends story, but beg, he has time travel! He can be as early and late as he wants. And yes Avery is going to replace Wally since I don't have a definitive world to take Wally from since Flashpoint never happened in LLL.