This chapter has some minor spoilers for Deadpool and Wolverine. Nothing that hurts the story, but just a head's up.

TW: Glad you enjoyed it.

DCMarvel heroes: Glad you enjoyed it. That's not how it works. If just being not pure of spirit was enough to get you marked, Oliver and Clark would have been marked before chapter one. It just means that it is possible for you to be marked; Darkseid has to target you specifically to mark you. And pretty much nothing from Civil War can be taken seriously in the context of the larger MCU, because almost everyone was written OOC to make the plot of that movie work, Rhodey being just one of many characters who made stupid decisions in that movie.

Smallville Cemetery

Late morning

In his new Blur suit, Clark stood standing in front of his father's grave. Thankfully, the cemetery was empty, so he could do this.

"You were right Dad," Clark began. "I never stopped blaming myself for what happened to you. It was a way not to let go…which is exactly what I have to do to move on. To get rid of the darkness of my past that I've been carrying around. To be there for the people who need me now."

Clark glanced down at his hand, where he held his father's old watch before kneeling down in front of Jonathan's grave.

"You said to hold onto Smallville. And I will, I won't ever forget. Because you'll be with me no matter where I go. But now, I have to say the one thing I never could."

Clark reached out, digging up a small patch of dirt and grass at the base of the grave. Clark placed the watch in the hole he made before replacing the patch, burying it. Clark placed a hand on the grave stone then, looking at it emotionally.

"Goodbye Dad," Clark said, a slight catch in his voice before getting to his feet. "I promise to be the man you knew I could be."

With one last look at his father's grave, Clark then walked away and out of the cemetery, finally able to move on.

Watchtower

Same time

Oliver sat by the edge, staring down at his phone before he pressed call, putting his phone to his ear. It rang only once before the person on the other end answered.

"Oliver?" his mother answered worriedly.

"Hey, Mom. I'm sorry I haven't been in touch since I got here. Things have been…kind of crazy," Oliver said as he thought of everything that happened.

"But you and Sara are alright?" Moira asked pointedly.

"We're still breathing. I'm not sure when we'll be home, but we're fine," Oliver assured her.

"I know better than to tell you to be careful, because that's not always possible in your line of work. But try to keep me and your sister updated. We worry about you," Moira told him.

"I know," Oliver said, remembering the scene that Olivia had shown him. "I will. I promise, Mom."

"I imagine you must be busy, so I'll let you go. I love you, Oliver," Moira said, reluctant to end the call but at peace that he was okay.

"I love you too. I'll be back home as soon as I can," Oliver said before ending the call.

"You checking in on home. That's new," Sara said as she walked over, holding two cups of coffee.

"Trying some new things. Thanks," Oliver said as he handed him one of the cups of coffee, which he immediately took a drink of. "Not bad."

"It's okay," Sara said, taking a sip from her own cup. "What happened when you and Clark vanished? We couldn't find you anywhere in the city, and then you were just back."

"It's…complicated. I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you. But I ended up facing…a lot of things I hadn't wanted to face," Oliver said and Sara looked at him for a long moment before nodding.

"I won't push you. But you do seem…lighter than I've seen you in a while," Sara noted and Oliver let out a slight laugh.

"I feel lighter," Oliver said and a beat passed. "So, how's Logan?"

"How should I know?" Sara asked a little too quickly and Oliver merely looked at her. "…is it that obvious?"

"He comes to Starling City every few weeks, and he's not there to see me. And you light up whenever he's around. Thea started a pool for when you two will get together," Oliver told her and Sara couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "What's stopping you?"

"I am not talking about this with you. Besides, how many times have you pushed Bobbi away by this point?" Sara said defensively, regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth.

"And you've seen how that worked out for me," Oliver pointed out, getting to his feet. "Tell Logan how you feel. Before it's too late. Don't make my mistakes."

Oliver then walked out of the room, leaving Sara alone with her thoughts.

Metropolis

Afternoon

In an underground bunker, men with guns were taking stock of inventory when someone dropped down from the ceiling. They looked over to see Prometheus standing in the room.

"We have a problem. The Avengers are working with Oliver Queen," Prometheus announced.

"Does this change our plans?" One of the men asked.

"No," Prometheus announced before removing his mask. "The Power Broker is in town. They're meeting a member of the government. By now, the Avengers have told Oliver about the chip. He'll want to get Intel about it. It's the perfect opportunity to lay a trap. It's time to move onto the next phase of my plan."

With that said, Kane Wolfman turned and walked away from his men, ready to continue his crusade against Oliver Queen.

"Hey, where were you last night?" Harry asked as he and Peter walked down the halls of the hospital. "I went by your room at the hotel and you weren't there."

"I couldn't sleep after what happened. I went for a walk, ended up in this 24 hour café," Peter lied, hoping Harry believed it. "A cup of water and a muffin calmed my nerves."

Harry stared at Peter for a moment before shrugging, not seeming to find anything suspicious as he and Peter entered Norman's room. Peter released the breath he didn't know he was holding.

Norman was sitting up in bed, dressed in a business suit, a small bandage on one side of his head.

"Ah, Harry, Peter. You're earlier than I expected," Norman said pleasantly.

"We got the limbo outside, if you're ready to be discharged," Harry said.

"Yes, I'm ready. And I want to go to Oscorp," Harry and Peter were stunned by this admission.

"Dad, you almost got killed by that crazy guy in the mask. Take a day off," Harry almost pleaded.

"I can't, Harry. Take me back to Oscorp," Norman said firmly, not budging an inch.

Harry looked at Peter, who merely shrugged. So, reluctantly, Harry nodded, hoping he wasn't going to regret this.

Elsewhere in Metropolis, Oliver, Sara Lois, Chloe, Matt, Barry, Fury, and Kara stood outside the Brownstone, waiting.

"They're late," Lois said annoyed after she checked her watch.

"No, they're not," Matt said, pointing left.

They all looked at where Matt had pointed, seeing a limo driving towards them. It stopped a few feet away. The doors opened and Logan got out first, followed by Ororo, Rogue, Bobby and Kitty. Logan took out a wheel chair from the front and he and Ororo then helped Charles sit down in it.

"Thanks for the ride," Logan told the driver before closing the door and the limo drove off.

"So you're arriving in style now," Sara quipped.

"A gift from General Lane, as thanks for our help. Where's Cap and the others?" Logan asked.

"Already inside. We don't want to draw too much attention to four of the most wanted criminals in the world," Oliver said, smiling slightly as he walked over to Charles. "Professor."

"Oliver, I've told you to call me Charles," Charles said with a smile. "It is good to see you. Our paths seem to keep crossing during these dark times. And this must be Sara. It's very nice to meet you."

"I always wanted to meet the guy Logan works for. He's told me a lot about you," Sara said as she walked up, shaking Charles's hand.

"All good, I hope," Charles said, raising an eyebrow at Logan, who smirked.

"He only ever has good things to say about you," Sara promised before looking at the rest of the X-Men. "And let me guess…Storm…Rogue…Bobby and Kitty."

"You are good," Ororo said, impressed. "I see why Logan likes you."

"As interesting as this is, we should head inside before we draw too much attention," Fury said before noticing something. "Where's Wagner?"

"He didn't want to draw too much attention. By now, he's already inside," Ororo said.

Inside the Brownstone, Steve was walking around the museum, looking at the relics of the Justice Society, pausing as he saw an empty case.

"That was what held the Helmet of Fate; until Chloe put it on," Carter said as he walked up beside Steve.

"This Chloe, do you trust her?" Steve asked as he glanced over at Carter.

"The Helmet of Fate doesn't choose just anyone. If it chose Chloe, it's because she deserves it, because she's good. And she is," Carter said with certainly before a puff of smoke appeared behind them.

"She has not been wrong so far," the two turned to see Kurt standing behind them. "Sorry. I did not want to interrupt."

"You must be Kurt. Carter Hall," Carter held out his hand to Kurt, who shook it. "Nice to meet you. And where are the rest of the X-Men?"

"Right here," Chloe said as she walked in, leading them in. "And Carter, I'm sorry to catch you off guard like this, but there wasn't time with everything going on."

Carter didn't understand what she meant until Logan walked into the room with the others. The blood drained from his face as he stared at Logan in disbelief; looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"What? You got a problem, Bub?" Logan asked, all of them noticing his reaction to Logan.

"Jimmy?" Carter found his voice and they all froze.

"You know me?" Logan asked, seeing another link to his past laid before him.

"You don't remember?" Carter asked in surprise.

"Not since these," Logan said, popping his claws and Carter was horrified at the sight. "About 18 years ago, I woke up with these under my skin, no memories, not even a name. A guy I knew told me my name was Logan. That's all I knew until I ran into Cap last year. You and I were friends?"

"We were a bit more than friends. We were teammates. Jimmy…Logan, you were part of the Justice Society of America."

At a construction site, John Fray was taking a break, getting in his car to head out to lunch. Suddenly, the car door was ripped right off the car and flew across the site. John stared stupidly before he was grabbed and there was blurring motion before he found himself being held in the air, a man in a red leather jacket holding him by his shirt. John realized with horror they were on the top of the building they'd been working on, dozens of feet above where they just were.

"Hello, John Fray," Clark said coolly.

"Hey, what are you doing, put me down!" John said terrified.

"You must be really afraid. Kind of like your son and wife when you beat them," Clark said, his voice growing colder.

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

John was cut off with an 'oof' as Clark whirled around, slamming him against a beam hard enough to leave a slight dent.

"I'm the Blur. I have super powers. I just ripped your car door off and brought you up here in the blink of an eye. Do you really think you can try and lie your way out of this?" Clark said angrily and John was silent, petrified. "You're gonna go to the nearest police officer or police station, you're going to turn yourself in and confess to the abuse of your wife and son. And if you don't…I will be there the next time you lay a hand on them. And you'll wish that you'd done what I said."

The next second, John found himself on a street. A few feet away, he saw a police officer, grabbing lunch from a nearby hotdog stand.

"Hey, hey! I'm turning myself in!" John said, petrified as he ran up to the officer.

"For what exactly?" The officer asked as he turned to John.

"Abusing my wife and son."

Around the corner Clark walked as the officer threw his lunch away, cuffing John as he read him his Miranda Rights before Clark turned, speeding away.

The Brownstone

Later that afternoon

The X-Men and former Avengers, along with Oliver, Sara, Fury, Matt, Lois and Chloe, watched as Carter showed Logan the picture of the Justice Society. Specifically, a man in a yellow and blue suit, with a mask covering the upper half of his face.

"So, that's supposed to me?" Logan asked skeptically.

"It's not supposed to be you, it is you. Back then, we called you Captain Terrible," Carter explained and Logan burst out laughing.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Logan chuckled.

"You thought so back then too," Carter said with a slight grin. "It started out as a joke. My wife called you terrible and you said 'Just call me Captain Terrible then'. It just sort of stuck. But 'The Wolverine' definitely fits you better."

"Definitely sounds like you," Ororo said dryly and Logan merely stared at the picture for a moment.

"So, what happened? Do you know how I ended up with Stryker?" Logan asked and Carter grimaced.

"SHIELD happened. Or what we thought was SHIELD but what we now know was Hydra," Carter said, glancing at Fury, who looked impassive as Steve clenched his hands into fists. "They caught wind of our activities; they wanted us to work for them, go public and unmask. Be their Avengers, I guess. Knowing Hydra, we'd have been experimented on, brainwashed and made into their soldiers if we'd accepted."

"No doubt," Natasha said, glancing at Steve, who was white at this.

"They took us away from our families, charged us with false crimes, none that stuck, but the damage was done. But you weren't someone Hydra wanted outside their control. So they stuck you with Stryker," Carter explained.

"Stryker was Hydra?" Oliver asked in disbelief but Carter shook his head.

"Stryker was an asset Hydra used from time to time, he was useful to them. I doubt Stryker knew anything about Hydra," Carter explained before glancing back to Logan. "I met up with you…well, with Jimmy a few years after it all went down. After you left Stryker. From the way you told it, Stryker put you in a team he was building, covert ops, full of mercenaries and killers. As luck would have it, Stryker found Victor not long after you joined up. You know about Victor, right?"

"Yeah, I know. Cap told me," Logan said lowly and Carter nodded.

"Stryker forced you to do some things you didn't want to talk about, things that didn't make you sleep so well. About a year after you joined up, you couldn't take it anymore and left the group. Last time I talked to you, you were in Canada, retired, working as a Lumberjack. I tried getting touch with you about a year ago, but no one could find you. I'm not sure how you ended up back with Stryker or why that happened," Carter said, gesturing to Logan's hands. "But regardless, it's good to see you, old friend."

"…you're full of crap," Logan said after a moment, surprising them. "There's something you're not telling me. Why would I stay with Stryker for so long and then just break away? If I could leave at any time, why didn't I? Your story has a few holes."

"You're right, there are things I'm not telling you," Carter admitted. "And I promise, I will tell you everything. But right now, there are bigger things happening. We need to focus on those. After we deal with these threats, I will happily share everything with you. Please, trust me old friend."

Logan stared at him long and hard for a moment before, finally, he nodded.

"Okay. Fine. But you will tell me everything, even if I have to claw it out of you," Logan threatened and Carter merely smiled.

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Carter said as the door opened and Clark walked into the Brownstone.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Clark said as they all turned to him.

"Where have you been, Smallville?" Lois asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"I had to take care of something. I'm sorry, it couldn't wait. But I'm here now," Clark said, looking around at all of them. "You weren't kidding when you said you brought a team, Chloe."

"I brought back everyone I could find. It's gonna take all of us to stop Darkseid," Chloe said confidently.

"I believe it," Oliver said, remembering his encounter with Chase. "And he's not working alone."

"He never does," Carter noted and they all looked towards him startled.

"You've encountered Darkseid before, Carter?" Clark asked.

"Not directly. But I've seen this kind of thing before, people stop trusting each other, they turn on each other. Humanity's darkest hours. Every time it looked like the world would be consumed by hatred and darkness, another force arose, a much bright one to send the darkness back," Carter said.

"And you had something to do with that," Clark guessed and Carter nodded. "Well this time, it's us and we need to start by saving Tess."

"Clark…Tess died months ago," Chloe said after a moment.

"No, she didn't. When Oliver and I vanished, we were visited by people from the future," Clark explained.

"Time travel? Really?" Barry asked in interest.

"It's not the first time he's done that," Chloe told him.

"And these people from the future told you that Tess was still alive?" Lois asked skeptically.

"No. They showed me where she is now, sort of. She's in some of prison; she's clearly been there for a while. The way she looked…no one deserves this, not even Tess. Chloe, Lois, I know she's never been our favorite person but-"

"If it's that bad, of course we'll help her," Chloe said immediately.

"You're seriously buying this?" Logan asked in disbelief.

"You hang around with him long enough, you believe anything is possible," Lois said.

"I've seen stranger things than time travel," Matt said with a shrug.

"I can see it in Clark's mind, Logan. He's telling the truth," Charles said, having read Clark's mind.

"Besides, after aliens and mutants, this is where you draw the line?" Clint asked dryly.

"I wouldn't believe in time travel if I hadn't seen it myself, Logan. He's right," Oliver told his friend, who looked at him blankly sighing.

"Okay, say you're right, how do we find her? You see anything that could help us locate her?" Logan asked Clark.

"No. She was in a prison uniform, it was sort of blue, but I didn't see much outside the cell," Clark said apologetically.

"Perhaps I can help you with that, Clark," Charles said and Clark looked at him curiously. "I'm a telepath. If you'll let me, we can revisit the memory in your mind, get a clearer picture."

"Will that really help?" Clark asked skeptically.

"The memory is still there, you saw everything Clark, you just weren't paying attention to things that may be important. By revisiting the memory, we can look at things more clearly," Charles suggested.

"What do you have to lose, Clark?" Oliver pointed out as Clark mused over the idea before nodding.

"Okay. Let's do it."

Metropolis

Same time

Sam Lane stood at a podium, about to give a speech. It was being televised, so he knew what he was about to say would be all over the world.

Good. Because what he was about to say needed to be heard. By everyone.

"My name is General Sam Lane. In my time, I've fought and served my country, because I believed in doing what was right. It's why I supported the Sokovia Accords, because I believed that people like The Avengers should not be allowed to operate without any supervision. I still believe that.

But what message do The Sokovia Accords send to future generations? That, to keep a few in check, we will put the entire world under our thumb? That we will punish an entire population for the actions of a few? We are not preventing future tragedies; we are fanning the flames of a war that none of us may escape unscathed.

It is for that reason that I withdraw all support and military funding from any actions involving The Sokovia Accords. I urge all my fellow soldiers and politicians to do the same. I have fought wars, seen the results of a civil war in other countries. I have no desire to see the same thing happen in my home. We stand on the brink of something that can either destroy us as a species or bring us closer together. I hope that my faith in my country, in my fellow man is rewarded and you all choose to stand together instead of tearing each other apart."

The Brownstone

Not long after

"So how does this work?" Clark asked as he sat across from Charles, the others all watching uncertainly.

"First, you must relax, Clark. Clear your mind of all outside distractions. Then, think back to the moment where you saw Tess. Remember every detail," Charles told him.

Clark took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he concentrated on Tess, on the area where he had seen her last. When he opened his eyes next, the Brownstone had disappeared.

Clark was standing, Charles next to him and Clark was surprised to see Charles was also standing instead of in his wheelchair. A few feet away was Tess, along with Brainiac and Clark's past self.

"I've seen cells like this before," Charles said as he examined the cell, a dark look crossing his face. "I hope I am wrong."

"What happens if you're not?" Clark asked, although he wasn't sure if he wanted an answer.

"For now, let us focus on what you can see. Are there anything you can find that might lead to where Tess is being kept?" Charles asked, looking at Tess sadly, seeing all the things Clark had and understand why Clark had been so worried.

"No, it all just looks like some kind of prison cell. Wait," Clark said as he saw two guards outside the cell. "Those guards."

"What about them?" Charles asked, seeing the guards talking although they couldn't hear what was being said.

Clark was silent, concentrating, seeing if-

"How much longer are we gonna keep her here? She's not an Enhanced; she's not even a vigilante."

"We hold her as long as Ross says. Besides, it's not like anyone's gonna miss her. The world thinks Tess Mercer is dead."

"I thought The Raft was meant to house out of control criminals, not someone like her."

"Clark?" Charles asked as he saw Clark's eyes widen.

"I know where Tess is being held," Clark said in shock.

Clark opened his eyes again, finding himself back in the Brownstone, sitting across from Charles as the others all looked at them.

"How long did that take?" Clark asked.

"Did what take? Smallville, you just closed your eyes for a second," Lois said confused.

"Inside a mind meld, the perception of time is…a bit longer," Charles said with a smile.

"I see. But I guess it doesn't matter, I know where Tess is. She's being held on The Raft," Clark said, shocking all of them.

"Clark, you're sure?" Steve asked.

"I have super hearing, I overheard two guards say it, along with Ross personally wanted her there," Clark said, surprising them.

"Why would Ross want Tess? I mean, she's no angel, but what reason could he have to hold her there?" Lois asked in confusion.

"A man like Ross doesn't need a reason. If he perceives a threat, he'll either eliminate it or try to bribe the threat into becoming an ally," Matt said grimly, thinking of Fisk.

"Tess is a lot of things, but you can't buy her loyalty," Chloe noted.

"Why would he think Tess is a threat to him though?" Sam wondered.

"It doesn't matter. There's no lost love between me and Tess, but the way she looked…I'm not gonna let her rot in that cell, along with whoever else Ross is holding there. Steve, you broke into The Raft once before," Clark pointed out.

"Yeah, weeks ago. Ross has probably tripled security since then. And you have no idea where Tess may be," Steve reasoned. "And I can't exactly go help you, not until this meeting with the Power Broker goes down."

"Neither can I. I'm sorry Clark, but The Power Broker might have Intel on Prometheus, maybe even his Identity. I have to be there," Oliver said apologetically and Clark nodded his understanding.

"I understand, it's okay. I have a few people I can call for help. I just need the general location," Clark said and Steve nodded.

"I can point you in the right direction. But be careful, even you can't stage an entire prison break on your own," Steve warned.

"And he won't. The Justice Society will be with him," Carter said firmly.

"I thought you said you couldn't put the team back together?" Chloe said in confusion.

"I couldn't. But I can get Courtney, and there's a member of my old team I think I can convince to come out of retirement for one last job. Jay Garrick, he's a speedster, like you, Barry," Carter said and Barry looked up with interest.

"Really?"

"Yes. I think he might be willing to teach you a few things," Carter said with a smirk.

"My X-Men will be happy to lend a hand as well," Charles said, looking at them to see if they disagreed, and they didn't.

"Might be Mutants being held there. And even if there aren't, sticking it to someone like Ross is enough reason for me," Logan said with a shrug as Carter chuckled.

"Memories or not, you haven't changed much," Carter said and Logan looked at him blankly.

"We may not be able to help out with this, but I think I know someone who might," Clint spoke up, glancing Oliver. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"You really think he'd be willing to help?" Oliver asked uncertainly.

"Former thief, breaking into a place like The Raft? Right up his alley," Clint pointed out.

"Would one of you like to explain what you're talking about?" Bobby asked.

"A couple months before Stryker attacked the school, Oliver and I ran into an Enhanced into Louisiana. Former member of the Thieves Guild, a group that specializes in stealing sought after and heavily guarded objects of interest," Clint explained.

"And so you want to ask this guy for help?" Sara asked incredulously.

"He broke off from the Guild way before we met him, said he couldn't take feeling like he was trading his soul away with each job. He helped us out of a jam when we crossed paths," Oliver explained. "And Clint's right, this is up his alley, no one knows how to break into a highly secure facility like The Raft better than a former member of The Thieves Guild."

"Does he have a name?" Carter asked and Clint nodded.

"Remy LeBeau. But Interpol has a nickname for him: Gambit."

Kind of filler, but hope you all enjoyed it anyway.

Those of you that suspected Joe/Kane would be Prometheus, you were right. Let's be honest, it would have made far more sense than Chase, and Kane's ASIS connections would explain how he knew so much about Oliver.

Hope the twist of Logan being a member of Smallville's Justice Society was enjoyed. But as Logan said, there's more to the story that Carter hasn't told him yet.

Yes, Gambit is about to enter the story. And it's going to be Channing Tatum's Gambit, so there's no confusion.