Avengers: Age of Remnant

by free man writer

There's always a story to be told. A story of heroism overcoming the most daunting of odds and challenges. A tale we've seen before and one that needs to be told to its end. The beginning of a new tale. A new age. An Age where Remnants paved the way for heroes. Reboot of Avenging Remnant, co-written/created with Jebest4781 and BulletStormX.

3. Scattered

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Avengers Age of Remnant Chapter 3: Scattered

Tony Stark.

He has gone by many names and epitaphs in his lifetime.

Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, philanthropist, just to name a few self-chosen titles.

Then of course there were others that were given to him by those he knew and didn't know (media).

The Da Vinci of the modern era, the merchant of death, the most famous mass murderer in the history of America.

That was all before Afghanistan.

In his time there, a man whom he would regard as the one who saved his soul pointed out who he truly was.

A man who has everything and nothing.

Since that time, Stark had worked tirelessly, almost obsessively to change the trajectory of his life.

In doing so, he had created a new persona for himself, one that will define him for the rest of his life.

The Invincible Iron Man.

After that, more nicknames and titles began piling on that were somewhat funny as they were apt.

The Armored Avenger.

Futurist.

Shawarma enthusiast.

Man in a Can.

The Mechanic.

And yet all those titles meant very little to the man as the two defining titles, or really emotions that would best describe Tony's current predicament can be boiled down to two words.

Lost and Confused.

Thankfully, he wasn't alone in this regard.

"Birdman, what's your status, over?"

"About to guano all over your ass right now." Came the response from above.

Tony turned his head slightly to see Sam Wilson, otherwise known as the Falcon land beside him.

The bird-themed Avenger let out a sigh and shook his head.

"Nothing." Was all he said.

Stark grimaced upon hearing that, looking back out at the landscape before them.

It was a wintry tundra for the most part making Tony somewhat annoyed.

He's had enough run-ins with these sorts of environments, almost as much as deserts. He went missing in them a number of times, mostly because of life threatening events though he has a habit of rushing headlong into them.

The billionaire always jokingly reassures himself that he isn't Steve and the whole waking up in another timeline is his gimmick.

"So now what?" Sam asked, crossing his arms. "We fly around again trying to find our friends or what? I'm not getting anything on our comms. Just static."

Tony only silently shrugged.

"Really doubt the weather is causing our comms to reach the others. My satellite system would've piggybacked on other ones in orbit." Stark mused. "Friday?"

"Working on establishing some kind of signal but I'm getting nothing."

"Getting nothing." Sam repeated, frowning at that. "Not to call you out on your tech, Tony but-"

"Yeah, doesn't exactly give me the warm feelings I would prefer right about now."

"So again, what do we do now?"

Tony was silent in this regard as he racked his brain for ideas.

Friday not getting any satellite signals wasn't the scariest thing to hear. Being with Sam, a fellow Avenger, alleviated some concerns the genius had when he had awoken in this tundra.

If he had woken up right next to him after going through that black goo, the other Avengers who were pulled in with them were undoubtedly here.

Likely here…

He wasn't sure but he knew they were alive and well at the very least.

They just needed to find them.

"Did your drone manage to find anything?"

Sam scoffed. "Ok, first of all, his name is Redwing. Show some respect."

Tony rolled his eyes good-naturedly at the man's rebuke. He couldn't really fault Wilson as he shared the sentiment of naming robotic, inanimate objects with affectionate or funny names.

Made them have more value.

"Alright birdperson." Tony said. "Did Redwing find anything?"

Wilson held up his arm and had the display appear from his tacpad on his wrist.

"Look familiar?" He asked, holding his wrist up for Tony to see what Redwing had brought back.

"Oh…" Tony deadpanned, seeing the black creatures that had attacked them in the HYDRA base roaming the snowy fields. "So these guys are here too."

"Maybe we wound up near their home." Sam suggested, now being slightly on guard.

"Maybe…" Tony murmured, looking around the area.

The two remained silent for a brief instance until Friday spoke up.

"Boss."

"Yes?"

"I'm getting something."

The two Avengers shared a look. "Something's better than nothing. Whatcha got."

"A strange signal. Coming from something akin to a satellite tower."

"A satellite tower?" Sam repeated in confusion. "Like, it's groundside?"

"Correct."

"And why, pray tell, would that be strange?" Tony inquired, arching a brow at the bird-theme hero.

Satellite towers aren't all that unusual.

"Call it a gut feeling." Sam stated. "I got a weird feelin' about all this."

The man then sighed, shaking his head. "Well regardless, we have signs of civilization."

Stark nodded in agreement, his helmet snapping shut around his head as he flew up into the sky. "Off we go, my feathered friend."

Sam rolled his eyes before he took off after Tony.

Along their flight, they occasionally saw the oily black creatures roaming about.

Wolves, Sabretooth tigers and Bears were the most common. There were even some wooly mammoths of all things. Though they were aptly appropriate in the given environment.

"Whoa, so we landed in a literal prehistoric Ice Age." Sam commented at the sight of the boney white plated, black tar mammoths roaming the grounds below. "You sure this ain't there home?"

Tony looked down at the black creatures that had attacked him and the team.

"I don't know now…" He admitted. "Maybe this is their home but not at the same time. They don't exactly fit in in a natural sort of way."

"What even are they?" Wilson asked, a question he shared with Tony. "They look like animals we know and seen but…"

"Their aesthetics don't exactly make them all that friendly."

"That's a given." Sam remarked. "Still doesn't explain what they are or why they attacked."

"Wish I knew, Wilson. Wish I knew." Tony said, eyes on the ground at the sight of more of those strange creatures.

They kept flying through the air and overlooking the environment. Nothing but the tundra terrain as far as the eye could see.

It was only once passing a certain mountain range did they reach a stronger source of the signal.

Only then did the two Avengers come across something… spectacular…

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Sam blandly asked, removing his goggles to make sure this wasn't the work of faulty technology.

"A floating island in the sky, hovering above a city below." Tony blankly said, not believing what he was looking at himself for a moment.

"Oh good, I'm not the only one being delusional from this snipping cold." Sam said with a shiver before a rather simple thought drifted through his head. "Reminds you of Sokovia, right?"

"Please, please don't." Stark quickly rebutted. "The last thing I wanna see is another extinction attempt on the world in front of me."

"Well, doesn't look like that's the case this time." Wilson remarked with a chortle at Tony's response. "Any ideas how this is possible?"

Before their conversation could progress further, Friday chimed in.

"Boss, as much as I would want you both to theorize further, I need to inform you you're being hailed."

"Hailed?"

"Someone is trying to contact you and it's not one of the Avengers."

"Are they friendly?" Sam asked.

"Unknown, Mr. Wilson."

"Then put them on." Tony said.

The pair of flying Avengers soon heard a strict, authoritative voice coming through their comms.

"You are entering restricted airspace. What is your clearance code? Refusal to comply will result in-"

"Huh, this seems awfully familiar." Was Tony's response, cutting them off a moment later.

"Hey." Sam spoke up. "I was listening to them."

"Were you?" Stark said with a bemused grin underneath his helmet. "Why? Aren't you already familiar with the whole restricted airspace stuff and the whole hoo ha of turning yourself in and all?"

"Yeah but maybe they had something that could tell us where we are."

"They're calling themselves the Atlas Air Force." Friday chimed in.

"See?" Tony said rhetorically. "It's why she's around."

As the two continued to converse, a pair of vehicles flew in their direction, coming up right behind them moments later.

"Huh…" Tony murmured, glancing back at them. "That's not a model I've ever seen before."

"Me neither." Wilson added on, squinting back at the vehicles flying after them. "They don't look happy to see us."

"Could be because you hung up on them."

"Excuse you?" Sam said with a raised brow. "Hey Friday?"

"Yes Mr. Wilson?"

"They still trying to talk to us?"

Before the AI was able to respond to the Avenger, warnings blared in their suit systems that caused the two to split up as bullets flew by between them both.

"So they were upset with me hanging up on them." Stark remarked, easily avoiding the bullets being shot at him.

"They clearly took an exception to that." Falcon wryly said, flying upwards with one of the strange jets pursuing after him.

"Exception to a hang up? What are they, a bitter ex?" Toy looked back behind them. "Hey, are you military contractors Stark Industries doesn't work with anymore? You do know that we stopped working together a few years ago, right?"

The only response he got was more gunfire sent in his direction.

The duo began their flight of avoiding these airships they had yet to identify.

It appeared that they were able to keep up with the two of them though they lacked the maneuverability both men possessed.

"So what's the game plan here, Stark?" Sam asked, wings going back into his pack momentarily, the man free falling as the ship chasing him soared overhead. His wings unfurled themselves and he flew towards the rich billionaire who was easily staying well ahead of the ship going after him.

"Well, I'm severely tempted to try for a repeat of my debut appearance."

"I can't crash through a jet unscathed, thank you." Sam dryly stated, flying alongside the pilot of the jet that was chasing Tony.

The man inside the ship looked over at the Avenger with wide eyes while Falcon accelerated to catch up with Tony.

"They haven't shot at us yet." Sam glanced back. "For now… again."

"Uh-huh."

"Are we just gonna keep-WHOA!" Falcon exclaimed, narrowly angling himself in time to dodge two sets of missiles sent towards him. "Alright, that was just rude. Is there a better way to resolve this issue?"

"Well can they see our point of view in us being tourists?"

Sam hummed in response. "Let's see. We're in foreign territory with us unintentionally "invading" it, prompting their military to react in kind."

"I wouldn't say invading. We were merely spotted in their airspace."

"Tony."

"What?" Iron Man shot back, ducking underneath another missile sent their way that he blasted away. "It's not like we're here to attack them."

"They don't know that."

"But we do."

"That doesn't count."

"It should count for something."

"Tony."

Hearing the whirring sound of a minigun, the two had to separate as the ships proceeded to fire at them again.

"Why are they even shooting at us? We're not even trying to attack them?" Tony complained.

"We haven't responded to their hails boss?"

"And that's their response?" Stark scoffed. "Childish really."

"Doubt we crossed the point of no return, as long as we don't retaliate." Wilson commented, arching upwards with one of their pursuers angling up to keep up with him. "Let's see if we can talk it out."

"Rather hard with them firing at us."

"Then turn on the comms."

"I could… but sometimes the best approach is a direct one."

"I don't want to shoot down innocent pilots for just doing their job." Falcon said in a sharp voice.

"We're not gonna kill them, birdbrain." Tony said, rolling his eyes under his helmet. "They want us gone. So let's give them what they want. Friday. Make us disappear."

"On it."

"Sam, be ready for my mark. We need to lose them first."

"Say the word."

All the while, as the two Avengers continued their avoidance in being captured…

From the floating city of Atlas, a man of military discipline and stature entered the control center. He had been notified moments ago of unauthorized bogies entering their territory. With this, he immediately came here to oversee the situation personally.

In mere moments, he was saluted by one of his officers.

"At ease." He said. "What's the situation?"

"General Ironwood, we ran an ID check and cross referenced with all known databases. Nothing we've ever seen before." Reported the officer, the two walking over to a terminal that had captured footage of the two bogies in Atlas airspace.

Ironwood looked down at the direct feeds, squinting his eyes as he saw two blurs flying about, avoiding the bullheads. "What can you tell me about their craft?"

"None sir."

He looked at the officer with a raised brow. "None?"

"On your way over here, one of our pilots was able to get a rough description of them. They're just two people in airborne suits." Another officer spoke up.

"What?" The General of Atlas's military said in bewilderment.

Rather than verbally answering, the man seated at the computer zoomed in on the two images that the security cams managed to capture.

One was of an individual in a full body armor of red and gold whilst the other was a man in a wingsuit.

Upon seeing the live feed, James Ironwood hummed in intrigue and surprise.

When he woke up today for the standard military routines, regimes and meetings, he had certainly not expected this.

'Could it be some huntsman or business manufacturer trying out new gear or equipment?' He pondered to himself. 'Perhaps, given the testing is unsanctioned in some sense. But why in the general area?'

These questions and more filled the general's mind. Yet they can all be answered at a later time. For now one was a bit more prominent.

"How is it these two showed up on our radar without us even detecting them?" He questioned. "Are they using stealth tech of some kind?"

The technology for such a thing is theoretical at best. As far as the Atlesian general knew, no one has successfully made it.

"No clue, sir." The Officer who was standing beside him answered. "We detected them coming into Atlas Airspace on a direct course. We plotted their possible routes but nothing within the vicinity suggests they came from a base or known structure, be it inhabited or abandoned."

"So you're telling me that they just showed up out of nowhere." Ironwood stated more than asked.

The Atlesian officer cringed before nodding his head. "Yes General, that seems to be the case."

"Have they proven to be hostile?"

"They aren't responding to our hails sir."

James stared at the man seated in the computer. "And your first response to them ignoring you was to shoot at them?"

"They dropped our hail, sir."

"But did they shoot at our pilots or make any hostile moves?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"... um."

Ironwood sighed aloud, running a hand down his face.

"They haven't shot back at our forces and yet you're still trying to shoot them down?"

The officers around him began to realize that they may have made some rather rash decisions right about now.

Looks like Ironwood needed to enact some serious discipline after all this.

"WHOA! They just dropped off the radar!"

Ironwood blinked, seeing that the live feed no longer had them on screen. "Excuse me?"

"I said-"

"I know what you said." He cut him off. "Where did they go?"

"Unknown sir."

The General frowned, arms now crossed in thought.

Whoever these two were, they were clearly not Grimm. Their maneuvering and lack of fighting back against their pursuers at least made them possibly approachable.

Possibly being the key word.

Perhaps they were friendlies who were simply lost. Perhaps this is a facade of some kind and they are working for Salem. Who's to say.

For now, he needed to find these two and question them.

"All units be advised…"

-Scene Cut-

Steve Rogers was a man out of time.

A man who comes from an era of strife, conflict and war.

When he went under the ice to save the world, he woke up to one he hardly recognized.

It was difficult to adjust to say the least, try as he might and as much as put up the illusion of it.

But… At the end of the day, Steve just couldn't let go of the past.

Couldn't let go of what he had lost, the life he had known and in his disappearance, he realized just how much he had failed to do.

He did his best to make up for it. Living in the present and working one day at a time.

Yet there were moments where he was left out of place, given he didn't adjust through the times like how normally one should.

It was a difficult issue, but one he could manage. He was able to work around it by doing a litany of missions for SHIELD and as an Avenger. And when on his off time, he would go through his list and experience a litany of things people have suggested to him.

Everything was all well and good… until recently.

As of now, he was in unfamiliar territory, more so than when he woke up from his seventy yearlong nap.

Vale, this city was called.

A place he had never heard of before.

He had wound up here after that strange black viscous pulled him and several other of the Avengers in and he had awoken in this city with their newest recruit.

The two had been scouring the city since they woke up, trying to figure out just where they are, where the others are and what they should do next.

Currently, he was on his own after splitting from Peter to do his own research of their present whereabouts.

He had gone through a number of streets, shops and alleyways with none the wiser as to where he really was.

Other than the city name, the super soldier hadn't gotten much else in terms of information that would be useful.

In the stores he had been through, he did notice that there was some sort of substance that was always on display.

Dust, he thinks it was called.

Whatever that was, he didn't really know about it so for now, didn't help him.

The Brooklyn native kept walking down the street, eyes drifting about left and right when they caught sight of something that just might be useful in the situation Cap had found himself in.

Tukson's Book Trade.

Looking at the listed hours, and comparing it at a nearby clock monitor, Steve saw there was about an hour left before this shop closed up for the night. May not give him enough time for a good look around. Thus would make him return in the morning or seek out a library.

Entering the shop, Steve's ears picked up on the man behind the counter speaking out to him.

"Hello. Welcome to Tukson's Book Trade. Home to every book under the sun."

Quite the sales pitch, but some people would really nitpick if a requested book isn't in stock.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm good. Just looking around." Said the Avenger.

"Anything in particular I can help you with?"

Steve hummed in thought. "I'll let you know if something comes to mind."

The man behind the counter simply nodded and went back to whatever it was he was doing prior to Steve's entry.

The Brooklyn native didn't know what money he had on hand would work here. Even with the credit and debit card Tony proclaimed would work anywhere on Earth.

Yet this wasn't Earth.

Thus he wouldn't be able to purchase a thing at all, unlike perhaps checking out a book from a library.

He looked around at the shelves loaded with books with multiple covers and labels with authors he didn't recognize.

Sure there were lots of authors that one would find in a library or bookstore but where he comes from, there were a number of names one would always see in these sorts of places.

Shakespeare namely being a universal one that practically anyone would recognize.

Strange not to see his name not listed on any of these books.

Frankly… a number of these book titles made little sense to him.

Aura and Semblance: Knowing your inner power.

Grimm: Dark tales for the night.

A Collection of Remnants Fairy Tales

Madweiry.

The Girl in the Lonely Tower.

A Man with Two Souls.

His hands idly grazed over these books and titles though none managed to have him take one out from the shelves.

Cap sighed and rested his hand atop a book whilst he hung his head for a moment.

He really didn't know what to do here at this time. Normally, he was the star spangled man with a plan for a reason but a genuine sense of confusion was making it hard to think.

None of the Avengers had responded to his hails over the comms and the technology that he had seen, while familiar to a degree felt also alien.

Something about this whole place felt off and he didn't understand what it was.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he failed to realize someone had approached him from behind.

"Excuse me sir."

Steve tilted his head before turning around to see a woman close to his age. She had a bright head of blond hair, pale-white skin and sharp green eyes that matched her overall disposition of one who appears to possess a great degree of authority.

"You appear to be lost." She spoke in a cordial manner. "Are you in need of assistance?"

'Well now,' Rogers internally mused. 'Talk about convenience.'

"It would be greatly appreciated ma'am." He said sincerely. "I'm rather new to the area."

The woman nodded. "I can probably tell. Where from?"

"Brooklyn."

She tilted her head at the name of his home with a look of thought on her face before she shook her head.

"Forgive me, but I'm unfamiliar with such a place."

Steve appeared to have expected her response, chuckling to himself. "And I wouldn't blame you."

"Apologies."

"No need ma'am." Steve said politely. "You're not at fault for any of my own troubles."

The woman took a moment to inspect him and detected a sense of him having a military background. His posture, his demeanor, the way he spoke in a respectful manner.

It all reminded her of a certain General who carried himself in the same manner. Only with less of a stiff personality.

And there was something else about him that was rather endearing that she saw in his eyes.

They were earnest and were like an open book to read.

"Apologies." She spoke up. "I had forgotten to introduce myself. I am Glynda Goodwitch."

"Steve Rogers." the man automatically in response, offering a hand for her to shake which she did.

Hearing her name made him think of Wizard of Oz, given it would've derived from the Good Witch of the North.

"Are you just passing through for your next assignment?" Asked the spectacled blonde.

With how huntsmen were, they traveled all over the place for work. Quite the common norm for generations.

"That… remains to be seen." Steve said, pausing for a moment. "Pardon? Assignment?"

Glynda stared at him momentarily. "Are you not a huntsman?"

He blinked. "Uh, no."

"Then what are you?"

"Captain Steve Rogers. I'm an Avenger."

"From Atlas?"

"Atlas?"

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to assume-"

"It's alright." Steve held up a placating hand. "There's a lot I wanna ask myself. When you asked if I was lost, it's in more ways than one."

"I can tell." Goodwitch said, gazing intently at the man. "So, if you're not from Atlas, then where is this Brooklyn you spoke of? Haven? Vacuo? A settlement on the frontier."

"Um… Maybe we should set aside where I come from for now." Steve said, not recognizing any of those places Glynda had just listed off.

The well-dressed woman nodded, looking about at the bookshop they both stood in at this time.

"Is there a reason why you came here?"

"Library was closed and this place seemed the most reasonable place to check out at the time. You?"

"Wanted to get myself a new book or two to read and add to my collection before the upcoming school year."

Steve conveyed a level of surprise. "You're a teacher?"

"At Beacon Academy, yes."

"Beacon…"

Glynda frowned now upon detecting how that was said. "Have you not heard of Beacon?"

"Can't say that I have."

Now the spectacled woman found herself suspicious of this strange man.

What person hasn't heard of Beacon or any of the great academies for that matter?

There wasn't a person under the sun of Remnant that didn't know about the four great academies that were the breeding ground of the Huntsmen and Huntresses that protected the civilians of this world.

Granted it is understandable on the subsidiary schools -Signal, Patch, Sanctum, Oscuro, Kuchinashi- as they lead up to one's entrance to the higher ones. It's sometimes hard to know them from foreign kingdoms in a normal perspective instead of their own.

But to be unaware of the main academies.

There was something strange about this whole situation.

Still… the more she stared at the man in front of her, the more she had a sneaking gut suspicion of something else under the surface of this man.

"You claim that you're a Captain," Glynda said. "From kingdom do you serve under?"

"Kingdom?" Steve repeated the word. "I wouldn't say that my country is a kingdom or something like that but I served in the United States Army… and you don't know what that is either."

The woman shaking her head confirmed it.

"It appears we are both in a predicament of having knowledge that neither of us possess on one another." Glynda remarked.

"Yeah, yeah, seems to be the case."

The woman eyed the man analytically, taking note of the large disk attached on his back.

"What is that?" She found herself asking, gesturing her chin at the object with Steve looking at it than her for confirmation as to what she was referring to.

He took it off and showed his colorful, overgrown frisbee. "This is my shield."

Goodwitch leaned forward with a look of interest.

Her hand reached forward and gently brushed her fingertips over the metal.

"Fascinating." She said in a low voice. "I'm not one for understanding the complexities of metallurgy but… this feels… different."

"Not all that surprising." Steve remarked. "This here is a special gift that was given to me by an old friend. The only one of its kind."

"I can tell." Glynda mused.

It seemed like an ordinary shield, a good classic. Not one which would change and alter into anything else like most equipment these days. Yet there were no signs of any dents, scratches or blemishes of any kind.

Either it was freshly made or something else in particular was at play here.

There was a moment of silence between them both until it lasted a tad bit longer than anticipated.

Glynda coughed into her hand awkwardly with Steve realizing they both had been relatively silent for the past few seconds.

He placed his shield one his magnetic harness on his back.

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it." The teacher said in response. "Tell me then, Captain Rogers. What is a man in the military doing in a place like this? What has led you here to Beacon?"

"That… is a question that I'm still trying to figure out." Steve said with a frown. "I didn't come here of my own volition if you're wondering. I had arrived in this city with my newest team member not too long ago and the two of us had split up for the time being to figure out where we are."

Glynda had a litany of questions but the one thing she focused on was that this man was part of a team. Perhaps they could give her some better context on this unusual man.

"A team you say?" He nodded. "Do you know where they are?"

"Wish I knew their whereabouts." Steve said with a slightly defeated shrug. "I've been trying to get into contact with them for some time now though I haven't gotten anywhere with that."

"Have you not tried using the CCT?"

"The what?"

Glynda let out a troubled sigh. "It appears you're more lost than you seem."

"Starting to look more like it, yeah." Steve said with a strained smile.

The blond teacher hummed in thought, trying to figure out what to do next.

She didn't want to leave this man who was very much lost right now and clearly needed help.

But the main question she had to ask herself was how exactly could she assist him.

Before either of them were able to say or do anything, a beeping was heard coming from Glynda.

"Sorry, I need to take this." She said in an apologetic manner, pulling out her scroll. "Goodwitch here, who am I speaking to?"

Over some brief periods of silence, the spectacled blonde gave a number of nods and tired sighs.

Steve, meanwhile, stayed patiently for the call to end.

Glynda put her phone away with a rather irritated look on her face now.

"You seem troubled." Steve pointed out.

"Annoyed is more like it." She replied, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Any reason why?"

"Recklessness and children. Something which comes with the job, as I need to be in the know of many things in this city."

Steve couldn't help but find a degree of amusement in hearing that. Recklessness was sort of an old friend to him and the rest of the Avengers.

"And would you be so kind as to indulge me in the details?"

Not entirely seeing any harm, due to most of it going to be on the morning news, she gave him the basic gist of the situation.

A pair of teenagers attacked a nightclub.

The establishment is often known to be run by a gang leader.

And why hasn't this "Junior" been brought in?

Not enough evidence, among other things.

This wouldn't have caught much on Steve's radar if it weren't for one particular detail.

One of the assailants was reported to wear a red and blue "onesie".

With this having been said, Glynda received a particular reaction from Steve.

"I take it you know this individual."

Steve winced. "I hope it's not who I think it is."

"And if it is?"

"Then I'll be needing to have a stern talking to with him." He said with a sigh. "And to make sure it was a warranted attack."

Glynda could only raise a brow, hesitant to let this man come with her yet…

"Very well then, come." She declared. "Let us hope it's not who you think it might be."

Steve was rather surprised at her willingness in letting him come along with her but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Exiting the bookstore, the pair headed off in the general direction towards the commotion that demanded Glynda's attention.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at their destination, a nightclub known as… The Club.

A rather underwhelming name for an establishment but Steve doesn't really judge.

There were police officers surrounding the wrecked building, taping up the area with a number of men being handcuffed and put away.

Glynda let out an annoyed sigh and walked right into the middle of this mess. Steve simply stood back and observed, seeing if he could spot this individual in the red and blue onesie that wasn't him.

After conversing with the local law enforcement, they went elsewhere into the night.

"Well, it seems the troublemakers that were the root of this incident have long since left." She revealed in an exasperated sigh. "Wherever they may be, they're off in the wind."

"Any security cameras we could use?" Steve asked, looking at buildings and streetlights for any indication of some that could be nearby.

Before Glynda was able to respond, Cap spotted a colorful being go by out of the corner of his eye.

Steve craned his head up, seeing a familiar red and blue figure landing on the street across from him. He was looking around as if trying to search for someone or something.

Approaching him, the First Avenger heard Peter speak to himself.

"Okay, there was the library… What else did Cap say he may check out?"

Rogers shook his head, a wry smirk making its way onto his face as he approached the teen from behind. Once he was close enough to the rambling vigilante…

"Ahem."

Peter froze up and he slowly turned around to see one stern but also amused looking Captain Rogers.

"Oh… hey, Cap. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Seeing the sights, taking a nice stroll, hearing on the news of a pair of teenagers causing havoc at a nightclub."

"...I have a reasonable explanation for that."

"Try me."

"Is this your… student, Mr. Rogers?" Asked Glynda, who was standing behind the good Captain.

She had thought Steve's teammates would be around his age, not that of a teenager. And seeing how this person is reacting to the shield wielder, made her think he was an instructor.

"He more or less is." Steve said with a small laugh. "So Peter, mind explaining how in a few minutes that we were apart you apparently got into a fight at a bar owned by a criminal?"

Peter greatly wished he could flee and get as far away from the scene as soon as possible. Yet he couldn't for a good number of reasons.

"Were they doing something that warranted you thrashing them like that?" Steve asked.

"Er… they were attacking a girl." Peter quickly said. "And not like one or two of them. There was a whole gang ganging up on her. Don't mind the bad grammar."

"And what else…"

-Scene Cut-

Within an office situated at the top of Beacon's CCT Tower, a white haired spectacled man was looking over a number of documents. From behind him was a large window coming from the clock face, revealing most of the campus grounds and the land beyond it. It's interior was a circular room in gray-green tones with thick glass paneling to reveal the intricate gears and mechanisms.

He took a sip from his favorite mug and released a pleasant sigh.

"Ah~ nature's natural elixirs never cease to rejuvenate me."

There was nothing as good as a late night cup of coffee to help alleviate his tiredness.

He would've gone with a strong brew of tea, but there was quite the workload he needed to finish up before retiring for the night.

A certain chime rang out on his desktop computer, signaling he was receiving a call. Looking over, he saw who it was on the screen. Upon answering, he had it go on speaker.

"Glynda." The spectacled man said pleasantly. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this late night call?"

"Professor Ozpin." The voice on the other end sounded a bit tired but still held a dignified air. "I have something for you that's quite… curious and interesting to say the least."

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"Two individuals with me who are a special case."

Ozpin frowned in thought. "Special how?"

"Special in the sense that I am willing to forego a litany of the usual methods that I use in many circumstances and come directly to you." Was Glynda's immediate response.

The headmaster raised a brow. "Really? And you're bringing them over now?" There wasn't a verbal response from the other end, but after working together for a long time, the message was clear. "Then I await your arrival."

Ending the call, Ozpin leaned back in his chair and pondered on what will be presented to him in due time.

To hear her not report these "special cases" in and have them instead brought directly to him…

Whatever occurred on Glynda's end made her forgo some procedures. Clearly what she wanted to discuss couldn't be done over the phone and done in a more private setting.

Any other musings were cut short when he heard another chime from his computer.

He seems to be rather popular tonight. Or a litany of people want to unintentionally keep him away from his duties all at once.

Looking over, he saw who it was and answered.

"Good evening, Qrow." Oz answered in a friendly manner.

"Hello, Oz." The Huntsman on the other end groused out tiredly. "Sorry for not calling sooner, but a few things came up."

This was clearly not a social call, given how things go with his agent. He never calls for pleasantries, except when it comes towards his nieces and Tai.

Asides from this fact, he often tries to report in every week or so whenever he's not teaching over at Signal.

Yet something didn't sit well with the headmaster as this was said.

"Is something wrong?" The headmaster of Beacon asked with a frown.

"A number of things are wrong." Came the tired, gravelly voice. "Oz… Amber was attacked by Salem's people and almost died."

With a start, Ozpin rose to his feet in sharp alarm.

"What?!"

"Before you jump to conclusions, she's safe." Qrow quickly said. "Though she may not be walking for a while. An arrow pierced along her spine will take some time to recover from. She'll need better medical attention than the patch job done on her."

A number of thoughts quickly surfaced as Beacon's headmaster sought to calm himself down. After some moments, he looked back on the computer screen and envisioned Qrow's face on it.

Oz sat back in his chair, slumping slightly with some relief. Hurt as Amber may be, she was alive and the powers of the Fall Maiden were still with her.

"I see. I thank you for saving her."

"As much as I'd like to take the credit, that all goes to the ones who stopped this from happening."

"Someone else was there." Ozpin stated, not questioned.

"Some people." Qrow corrected him. "A pair of twins."

"And did you… and them… apprehend or take care of Amber's attackers?"

"I wish we did, but Grimm stopped that from happening."

Ozpin let out a drawn sigh, knowing what's implied there.

"I see. Where are you all presently at? I'll send out a Bullhead immediately."

"I'll text you the coordinates. Listen, Oz, about the ones who saved Amber, they're unusual. Same with this guy I ran into who personally knows them."

The white-haired man got a sudden case of Deja Vu.

"Okay, and?"

"And I'll be needing to bring them along as well. There's a number of things better discussed in person on their… circumstances." Qrow said enigmatically.

Ozpin blinked in confusion before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "I understand. And tell her saviors they have my undying gratitude."

"Will do. Oh, and do me a favor and inform Jimbo on this."

"And why not yourself?"

"Is old age finally kicking in?" Qrow rhetorically asked. "You know as much as I do that if I told James this, he would basically start a shouting match with me on how this was mostly my fault and not keeping a better eye on her. On top of that, send a fleet of bullshit to "make sure" everything is safe and secure. You, however, can lessen the blame."

The headmaster gave a small snort of understanding.

Much as Qrow likes to dramatize certain things, Ironwood's rather intense reactions to situations that can prove to be dangerous is not one of these things.

"I'll do so when I can."

"Do so sooner, please and thank you." Was Qrow's parting words before ending the call between them.

Ozpin was left alone again and he briefly contemplated the two calls he had just received from some of his most trusted allies.

To have them reach out to him just seconds apart from one another.

And they both spoke of unique individuals that had garnered their attention…

There was a connection.

There just had to be. No way were these just coincidences.

He shook his head, knowing that answers were to come his way soon enough.

Seeing as he needed to kill time for Glynda's arrival, he decided now would be the time to inform James of recent developments.

Afterall, who knew but the Brothers themselves would know how long his coming conversation would take.

Just as he was about to contact the general-

*VVVV*

"..."

"No… this isn't a coincidence."

Ozpin clicked accept and on the screen in front of him appeared General Ironwood.

"James, I was just about to call you." Oz said straight away.

The General raised his brow.

"Were you?" He said in slight surprise. "What for?"

"I honestly wish the call was going to be something on a far more lighthearted note."

Ironwood now appeared weary. "Ozpin… What's going on?"

"Do you want to start first or should I?"

"...Apparently there was an unusual event which occurred over at our airspace earlier. But I doubt it pales in comparison with what you want to speak about."

The Beacon Headmaster felt a migraine coming on now. "Sadly so."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Qrow called."

James was hardly able to contain his derisive scoff. "He finally did? And on time?"

"You still don't believe he reports in regularly."

"Unless he is compromised… or worse… or drunk. Now, what did he call about?" The general said evenly.

Beacon's headmaster rubbed his eyes as he exhaled a sigh. "Amber was attacked."

Just like he expected, Ozpin heard the startled reaction on the other end. Ironwood looked as though he was about to blow a gasket but Oz prevented him from doing so.

"Be calm, old friend, she is safe and sound, albeit her being limited on movements for some time."

"What in the world- how did this happen?" Ironwood was barely restraining his worry and rage.

"She was attacked suddenly by Salem's followers but she was saved."

"Saved?" James' confusion was obvious to see and hear. "By who?"

"From what Qrow reported, Salem's people were stopped by some unexpected variables. I'm about to send out a Bullhead as we speak to their location to retrieve them all. Upon their arrival, I will be questioning them amongst other things."

"I'll be sure to get over there post haste and-"

"James." Oz cut him off. "If you do, it may complicate matters. Salem has eyes and ears everywhere and you causing a drastic scene…"

Once again, Qrow appeared to be right of James perhaps about to go overboard.

The General gave Ozpin a hard stare before he released a sigh of resignation.

"Alright, fine, I'll wait until we hear more about from what Qrow has to say." Ironwood said with a grunt of irritation.

"Good man. I promise I'll inform you once everything is settled and discuss the next course of actions." Ozpin assured. "Now then, what has happened on your end that made you reach out to me?"

Ironwood frowned in thought. "Well… from what you have just told me, it feels fleeting in comparison but earlier today, my men had picked up on two strangers entering into Atlas Airspace before disappearing from our radar entirely."

If he already didn't have gray hair, Ozpin didn't know if he would get any more this night from stress, curiosity and worry alone.

-Scene Cut-

"What does that look like to you?"

"Continents."

"Of?"

"Land."

*Flick*

"Ow! Wanda?! What was that for?"

"For being an idiot."

"Hey, knock it off you two. Amber's sleepin' and the last thing I need is a headache from you both."

"She started it." Pietro childishly said, pointing at his twin sister.

Clint shook his head, resuming his analytical gaze of the map that was on the table before him.

It was a map of the whole world.

A world he did not know.

There was a continent looking like a western dragon, one resembling an eastern dragon… positioned over something else. One resembled a giant fish. Another looked like a fruit and the last was hard to describe.

All in all, after extensively looking over this layout of the world, it was easy for Clint, Wanda and Pietro to realize one thing.

They were clearly no longer on Earth.

The map they were looking over was alien to them with its geological layout.

There were no continents, countries, borders or states they recognized.

Only kingdoms, disputed lands and a precautious forbidden territory.

And that was just the map that they had read.

After all that, there was something else to consider with their actions earlier that day.

It was strange for the three Avengers to be introduced into a shadow war against an ancient, long-living witch named Salem.

Then again, Shadow wars were Clint's MO so it was strange to have a grasp of some form of familiarity despite their circumstances.

It took a number of discussions for the trio to understand a litany of issues being at play.

The creatures of Grimm, how significant the Maidens were, just about everything necessary to know what was at stake.

Problematic was a clear understatement.

At this moment, they were now awaiting for a transport to bring them to a place called Beacon Academy where the three Avengers will meet Qrow's superior.

"So what's our plan, Clint?" Wanda asked softly. "Where do we go from here?"

"Find the rest of us. After that, find some way back home."

Wanda knew from the archer's gaze that he was determined to return home. He had a family to go back to who he missed dearly.

"And how do we do that?" Pietro inquired, leaning against a nearby wall. "Try a repeat of how we got here? Not gonna lie, really don't wanna do that cause that was a horrible trip."

"If that's the only way then we have no choice." Barton said simply.

"What about Amber?" The scarlet garbed Avengers said, turning her head in the direction of the open doorway to where said Maiden rested. "I don't really wanna leave her so suddenly."

Clint simply nodded his head, leaning back in his seat while giving one of his young "wards" a scrutinizing look.

"So… what did you get out of her?"

"She's been traveling alone for the most part." Wanda said with a sigh of guilt. "Going from town to town without ever stopping and being completely by herself. She's aware of Salem so…"

Clint crossed his arms and appeared deep in thought.

"Well I know we can't leave her." Barton said with a shrug. "The two of you saved her. She's your responsibility now."

"She ain't some pet we're taking in. She's a human being." Pietro retorted.

"You know what I mean, doofus." Clint shot back.

The speedster opened his mouth for a counter when they all heard a soft moan and in an instant, Pietro was by Amber's side.

"Hey, hey, hey." He said in a soft voice, placing his hand over her shoulder to make sure she wouldn't move or try to sit up. "Easy Amber, try not to move too much."

"P-Pietro?" The muttered, voice weak. "My legs… they hurt… so much."

"Try not to strain yourself." Clint spoke up, voice kind and warm. "You took a serious hit and don't wanna see you stressing yourself."

She nodded and tried to relax as best as she could.

Her hand shook as she reached for the blanket at her legs when Pietro quickly moved to place the blanket over her.

The brown haired woman simply gazes at him with a grateful smile, hand managing to reach his own and squeezed it gently before falling asleep soon after.

Pietro found himself smiling when he felt someone nudge his shoulder and he craned his head up to see Wanda smirking down at him knowingly.

He coughs, looking away to hide his reddening face. "What?"

"Nothing~" She teased.

"Don't lie to me. You have that annoying smirk of yours."

"Like you don't have your own."

"Wanda-"

"Shh, your girlfriend is sleeping."

"Ah shut up. Like you haven't-"

Clint simply chuckled to himself, stepping out of the room as he listened to the two continue to bicker with each other.

As he turned away from the twins, he saw Qrow entering into the cabin that was given to them to stay in until they leave for this Beacon academy.

The Huntsman immediately spots Clint and where he was standing in particular.

"She alright?" Was his first question.

"She woke up." Clint said. "But she should be asleep already. Pietro and Wanda are there with her."

"You sure it's wise to just leave the two of them alone with her?" Qrow asked, walking over to a nearby seat and promptly plopping himself down on it. "Seen how those two "talk". They would keep her up all night."

"They're kids. It'll be good for her to talk to those who are close to her age."

"They're not kids." Qrow corrected him.

"In my eyes they pretty much -in a sense- are." Clint rebuked. "They're not like the two of us."

"Oh? And what are the "two of us" exactly?"

"Weapons." Barton said, a sharp gaze locking onto Qrow's, the huntsman stiffening slightly. "You and I both know who and what we are and what our professions are. Pietro and Wanda have grown up with a rough life but they're still kids to me. And Amber is no different. Let them be and let them have a sense of normalcy for once."

Qrow appeared hesitant but opted to leave the issue be for now.

These strangers had saved the Fall Maiden and had been keeping her safe and comfortable while waiting for the Bullhead that would pick them up and bring them to Beacon.

Them knowing about Salem and the Maidens in general were disconcerting but they earned a semblance of some trust.

Time would tell if this was a wise decision or not.

He internally grumbled to himself as he reached into his jacket for his flask.

"Does that thing ever get empty?" The Scythe wielding Huntsman heard the archer ask.

"Not while I'm around."

"I can grossly imagine how much money you put into that, then."

Qrow actually 'hmphed' in amusement. "Please don't. I'd rather not discover how financially inept I am with my alcoholic tendencies."

Clint snorted to himself, glancing over at the slightly ajar door, spotting the twins still at Ambers' bedside, bickering with each other.

"You know, you never really explained to me who you people are." Qrow spoke up.

"I could say the same for you." Clint shot back, turning back to face the man.

"Touché." Branwen grunted, pocketing his flask. "That map I give you help at all?"

Clint nodded slowly. "Yeah, it did."

"...and?"

"Jack squat."

"Huh?"

"We're far from home to say the least." Barton clarified. "Not near any place we'd recognize."

"Oh yeah? Then where are you three even from?" Qrow asked with his arms crossed. "You I can sorta see from Atlas though I feel like you'd give Jimmy a headache. The wonder twins back there I can't put down other than Vacuo or a frontier settlement."

"And if only I knew what you were talking about." Clint whimsically responded in kind.

Qrow's lips downturned now, narrowing his eyes at the marksman.

"Then I believe, while waiting for our ride, it's time for you to tell me a tale."

"Being?"

"I heard from Speedy there something about others and this team of yours." Qrow revealed. "Averages, was it?"

Clint sighed. "Avengers."

"Yeah, that." The Huntsman said, pointing at Hawkeye. "What is that? A band?"

The marksman laughed at that. "No, no, though don't let Tony hear you say that. I wouldn't put it past him to try."

Hawkeye then got himself comfortable in his seat as he prepared his tale.

"It all started with an idea…"

AN

Simple, quick and to the point.

Figured this chapter didn't really need much in terms of length, just establishing the three pairs/sets of Avengers and where they all wound up on Remnant.

So we have our seven who are here.

Captain America, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Falcon, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver and Spiderman are on Earth whilst Black Widow, War Machine and Vision are back on Earth.

But other than this chapter, some other serious matters to talk about. Spoilers abound.

Jebest4781: Now this weekend has begun with quite a good start. Witcher Season 2 came out quite well and was enjoyable. Spiderman No Way Home was primarily a great film, despite the number of plot holes; both big and small.

FMW: Personally, even with all these plot points and plot holes, this film for me captures what makes Spiderman my favorite hero. Just seeing all three from when I was a kid to a teen to now an adult all fighting together was just… you can't describe a feeling like it. You just can't. Daredevil's cameo was incredible, Green Goblin reminds us all he's the greatest Spiderman villain, close as Doc Ock and Venom tend to be. ALL THREE SPIDERMEN FIGHTING AND TALKING TOGETHER! My god, my theater couldn't even try to stay silent, we were feeding off one another's energy and it just kept growing. When Andrew, followed by Toby appeared, the theater went ballistic. We couldn't stay seated even if we wanted to. It was just incredible to see. The feeling is what was delivered which is why so many people are overlooking open plot points.

Jeb: I most certainly agree. Even the film properly did a comic storyline as is intended in the right way, instead of how controversial it was back in 2007. And now we have a mostly clean slate here for Peter to grow up in a fashion yet going through a rough journey as he can't confide with anyone all that well. Yet there's new set ups with upcoming and later films.

FMW: The crazy thing that someone had pointed out to me is, a quick tangent. I had always felt that Tom Holland's Spiderman was held back too much by the MCU quota, being that they needed to have him rely so heavily on the MCU without being able for him to be his own Spiderman. But this movie corrects that track and hell, my friend even said that in a way, this is the MCU Spiderman's proper origin story which is insane to even consider that it took six films for a full on origin of this version of Spiderman.

Jeb: Once more, I most certainly agree. And now things will clearly be up in the air with what's to come in upcoming cameos and storylines Peter will appear in. Potential team up with Daredevil like in the comics, the Venom Symbiote finding Peter and doing a proper story as intended than what we got in Toby Maguire's Spiderman 3, etc. etc.

FMW: Yeah, so a lot to consider for the MCU and a lot that can be done in this story in turn. Jeb, Bullet and I have a lot to work with in terms of adapting into this story so that'll be fun. Shout out to the reviewers who were excited at Agatha's appearance, sorry we basically made this an impromptu review of No Way Home. We just needed to talk about it cause there's just so much to discuss. Yeah, Netflix characters will be making their appearances. We got a special surprise for all of you in the next chapter, the one I mentioned last time that Jeb brought up because it's such a great idea to implement because it fits as it gives us a needed challenge in this story.

So with all that out of the way, long winded AN aside, thank you all again for jumping on board this reboot, really excited again cause it's the first one where it's with my longest standing friends and partners on this site which just makes me all the more giddy.

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