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.

4. So this place is called Remnant?

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Avengers Age of Remnant Chapter 4: So this place is called Remnant

Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy, sat behind his desk with his coffee in hand and patiently waited for several people to arrive.

Glynda Goodwitch, one of his closest friends and confidants, spoke of two unique individuals she had encountered in the city of Vale.

Coincidentally, Qrow Branwen, another of his friends and comrades, reported a similar case in having met up with three special individuals.

And to top it all off, Ironwood had reported picking up on two more in Atlas.

Suffice to say, once is happenstance, twice is a coincidence but three?

And all within the span of one day?

This was beyond any of that chance sort of encounter and event.

It all depends on whether or not this could all be brought together and there be a legitimate connection between all these "sightings" and "meetings".

The headmaster came out of his thoughts upon hearing the doors to his office whoosh open.

Tailing behind the academy teacher was a tall blonde man whose appearance reminded him of a veteran soldier. And the one beside him was a young man wearing a red and blue spandex-like suit of all things.

Ozpin stood from his seat, walking around to greet the two strange men that Glynda had brought back with her.

"Hello to you both." The headmaster of Beacon greeted in a cordial manner. "My name is Professor Ozpin. I am the Headmaster of this academy known to the World as Beacon. My friend, Professor Goodwitch, has told me some interesting things about you both. Primarily you, my spandex wearing friend."

"Heh…" The young teen said, rubbing the back of his head. "Hope it wasn't too bad, right?"

"Public disturbance and causing a brawl to break out at a bar that is known for hosting criminals and their business." Glynda listed off, making the teen visibly wince.

The older of the two newcomers chuckled slightly at the reprimanding voice of the Professor, Ozpin's lip twitching upwards.

"Bygones, be bygones." He declared, earning an indignant huff from Glynda.

"Ozpin-"

"Come now, Glynda." The Headmaster remarked with an amused smile. "Let's give him a pass in this instance. He was after all fighting known criminals, yes? I think we don't need to hang that over his head."

"He was doing so without a license and without any professional around him."

"I'm a professional." The teen spoke up though immediately retracted from the burning gaze directed at him from Goodwitch. "When I want to be."

"You still got a ways to go, sport." Steve jokingly remarked.

"Mr. Rogers." Glynda admonished, shooting an annoyed glare at the spandexed teen who covered his mouth from laughing.

Ozpin was finding himself to be amused by these two if they were able to rile up Glynda so easily.

Not that he enjoyed seeing her stoic demeanor broken so easily.

No, not at all.

"If I may know the names of the two who caught the interest of my faithful Professor." Ozpin spoke up, making both men look at him once more.

"Right. Captain Steve Rogers." The oldest of the duo said, offering a hand for Oz to shake which he did.

"Peter Parker." The younger one said with a small wave.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Parker." The Headmaster nodded at them in turn. "A pleasure to meet you both. If you don't mind me asking you two but where exactly have you both come from? I have been all over Remnant and have never seen men such as yourselves. Especially with garments such as yours."

"What's Remnant?" Peter asked, making the two teachers blink at the question.

"I… beg your pardon?" Oz responded in kind.

"Remnant" Parker repeated. "You said you've been all over it. What is that? A new realm or something? Like… are we on another world or plain of existence? Like with Thor and his Asgardian stuff? Is it like that?"

It had to be the tiredness finally kicking in and his coffee not doing its job tonight.

"Remnant… Remnant is the name of the planet." Glynda said in a slow, unsure voice.

"The planet?" Steve sharply said with a deep frown in place. "What do you mean? Is this not Earth?"

"...Dirt?"

Oh yeah, it had to be the coffee. Or by Ohm, it had to be his age finally getting to him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute." Peter exclaimed. "Wait, hang on, wait. Is this… is this not Earth? You just said this planet's name is Remnant, yeah? So… is that like what you call Earth or is this seriously another world? Are we on an alien world with… with other humans, ah wait, that just feels lazy."

The Headmaster might need to change brands or-

With another whoosh of the doors, Ozpin realized Qrow arrived with his tag alongs.

However, before he could address any of them-

"Cap? Peter?"

The two spun about to see-

"Clint? Pietro? Wanda?" Steve listed off the three new arrivals that arrived with Branwen, a look of visible relief appearing on his face as the five Avengers were now reunited.

Qrow could only stare in bewilderment at the strange group, a sentiment shared with Oz and Glynda.

"Branwen." Goodwitch muttered, the man murmuring out her name in return.

"So…" Oz coughed into his hand.

"Yeah…" Was all Qrow said.

"Clearly they know each other." Glynda pointed out.

"I concur." Said the Headmaster before addressing his grizzled agent. "Qrow, how's Amber?"

At the mention of this name, Glynda snapped to attention, turning to Qrow as well.

"What happened? Is Amber alright?" She asked in slight alarm.

The Huntsman waved his hand down in a placating manner. "She's okay. Currently on her way to the medical ward."

"Did something happen to her?" Glynda said, clearly not in the know.

"She was attacked." Said a female voice, the trio turned to the odd group standing before them.

Glynda frowned, looking between the three that came in with Qrow and at said Huntsman.

"I'd ask for an explanation but…"

"Feels like that's the course of the evening." Qrow remarked, taking a sip out of his flask. "So, who wants to go first?"

"Are you sure it's an appropriate time to be drinking?" Rogers inquired, arching a brow at the man.

"With the crap happening lately, I feel this is justified."

"We've seen Tony drink for less reason." Clint quipped, making Steve snort.

"He's been getting better from what Pepper told me."

"That's just her biased opinion." Pietro waved off.

"Speedy, you clearly don't know Pepper then." Barton countered.

The small banter between them was cut short when Ozpin cleared his throat aloud, making them turn to him as he gazed upon them all intently.

"I understand that there are undoubtedly many, and I mean many questions all of us will be exchanging." The headmaster of Beacon stated. "So perhaps, rather than a cramped office space-"

"Really?" Peter looked around. "Cause there seems to be plenty of space here for all of us."

"There is only one chair." Qrow pointed out. "And I don't think Ozzy would appreciate me using his desk as a bed."

"No, I wouldn't." Oz plainly said. "Come, I know just the place."

Once leaving the headmaster's office, the entire group was escorted to one of the academy's classrooms.

It was a large auditorium with multiple rows of seats and an amphitheater in the center of the room.

"Whoa." Peter couldn't help himself and surprised the three residents of Vale when he fired a webline and zipped up to the ceiling of the room. "This place is amazing."

"My word." The spectacled man with the cane murmured, pushing up his glasses slightly with a look of intrigue that he couldn't describe.

"This classroom looks more like a place for university students." Noted the shield wielder.

"In a manner of speaking." Glynda said, turning to the five superheroes. "Now, if you would like to take a seat, please do."

"Scratch that last comment." Clint wryly said. "This is a university, isn't it?"

"So are we gonna have like a home economics class or…?" Pietro asked in a faux-serious manner.

"I think geography and history should be our main focus." Wanda said, eyeing Qrow who sat down at one of the desks.

"Those were never really my strong suits." Branwen dryly said, slouching in his seat tiredly.

"Until it was." Glynda said, straightening out. "Now then, who would like to start us off? I feel as though we'll be here for a while."

"Clearly."

They heard several *THWIPS* overhead. Looking up, they saw Peter making a web-hammock before lying in it.

"Please don't doze off, Peter." Steve said.

"Don't worry Cap, just makin myself comfortable."

"That's what they all say before-"

"I'm pretty sure with what we're gonna be talkin about, no way am I gonna get bored." Peter shot back. "Pietro might, thought."

"Hey!"

"He's not wrong." Wanda said with a shrug, earning an unamused look from her brother.

"Now then." Oz said, lightly tapping his cane on the ground. "As Glynda said, who would like to go first?"

There was a moment of silence between them all, the seconds ticking by until Clint cleared his throat, speaking first.

"Alright, guess I'll start us off." The marksman remarked. "Before coming here, me and the wonder twins were looking at a map Qrow gave us when we were taking care of Amber. There were no continents, countries or land masses that the three of us recognized. Only that the map was one for a place called Remnant."

"That's what they said." Peter spoke up, pointing to Glynda and Ozpin. "They called this world Remnant, not Earth. So… either… actually, no, I think-"

"We're on another planet." Pietro stated with a deep frown, as if now the concept of no longer being on Earth struck him.

"How would you know or even believe such a notion?" Glynda said, face contorted in skepticism.

"Well what else can we chalk it up to being?" Clint retorted. "Another reality? Another dimension?"

"Whoa~~" Peter drooled at the idea. "Maybe… oh god, what if this is a multiverse? Like, that would change everything we know about the initial singularity, we're talking about an eternal inflation system of infinite relativity and that's not even delving into the whole quantum aspect of…"

The web-head trailed off upon seeing the others were just looking up at him with blank and bemused looks.

"Er, um…" Parker laughed sheepishly. "Sorry, just sounds really cool and all."

"Intelligent one, isn't he?" Ozpin said, more to himself than to those around him.

"Can give Tony a run for his money." Steve commented with a small smirk. "Let's try to hopefully keep it to the same universe, Queens. It is a big place, after all."

"Right, right, sorry Mr. Captain Rogers." Peter stammered out.

The other Avengers chuckled at the young hero's words whilst Ozpin continued gazing at him than the rest of the newcomers with a degree of growing interest.

Steve coughed into his hand. "Ok, since we're all over the place, I'll start then."

"By all means." Oz gestured in a 'go ahead' manner, taking a seat for himself as Rogers began speaking on their circumstance.

"The planet that we call home is Earth. And on it, we form the team known as the Avengers. Earth's Mightiest Heroes."

-Scene Cut-

Atlas.

The city of technological advancements and marvels.

It shines as an example of what the future can hold for the people of Remnant, both as a model place to live as and one that people can aspire to become.

And then…

There's the undercity.

Or as it is called, Mantle.

The literal city beneath the floating metropolis.

Mantle was built within the crater where Atlas once resided before it arose into the sky some unknown time ago. A gray fog covers most of the land due to the effects of Dust mining, giving everything a darker tone on some parts of the day. A heating system is what helps provide warmth to its residents on this cold, northern continent. And on its initial construction, a large wall was made to keep out the vast Grimm from entering the city.

When traversing through the city, Tony and Sam could clearly see how bad a number of places this city was with its conditions. From the slums to the industrial areas to the simple living environments clearly showed its poor state compared to the nice, pristine look Atlas bore up above.

In a sense, Mantle was truly Atlas' shadow on a number of aspects.

Aside from it literally existing in the shadow of the floating city above, Mantle was always far more grimier and lacking in the technological advancements that Atlas thrived in. Not that they were behind it's just… they didn't have what Atlas had.

The people of the undercity were more rough and tumble than the pristine and dignified manner in which the floaters, as they called them, presented themselves to be.

Given what few choice words the Avengers heard, to mostly sum it up, they have a grossly large stick up their collective ass's in order to keep up appearances.

Call it biased, but with how a good, influential majority those in Atlas are, it's hard to argue otherwise.

The patrols of those "drones" made and sent from Atlas honestly didn't really help in painting the floaters in a better light.

Some of the bots even had other men and women with them. Some called them Huntsmen, Huntresses and guards but a prevailing nickname stuck with them all.

Enforcers.

Quite the sad title for them.

Even a group such as them couldn't be entirely bad.

One would just need to look hard enough to see who's a saint from those who ain't.

Anyways…

Once evading the military, Tony and Sam had to essentially go into hiding. They would've preferred an alternative, but what choice did they have.

They clearly couldn't land anywhere on Atlas, due to the local military residing there and both them and the Enforcers were on the lookout for not just them but any unsanctioned "guests" at all. Either to deport them back to the "undercity" or jail them for an untold amount of time.

Thus they came to Mantle.

The duo had been walking through the streets, their suits having been taken off for the time being.

Tony had his Iron Man suit reconfigured into a setting he hadn't thought of using for a good long while: a bulky suitcase. Last time he used the concept was years ago during his… episode when he was slowly dying because of his arc reactor poisoning him. Since then, he had the program set into a handful of suit models he focused on wearing for long periods of time and needed to use it on the fly.

Sam's wingsuit retracted and "shrank down" into that of a literal backpack, courtesy of Stark upgrades to his suit. The only thing he kept on was his goggles as that fashion statement didn't really stick out all that much whilst also allowing him to see whatever information Friday is able to get for the both of them.

During their self-exploration, the two Avengers slowly learned much of their present environment through Friday's help. Having her dig online, the AI provided a whole lot of information. Worry did weigh heavily on them on the ramifications.

Terms like Dust, Huntsmen, Huntresses, Grimm, Atlas, Vale, Vacuo, Haven and Faunus.

Items, names and places that neither of the two were able to equate to anything they know personally.

Then came the map that Friday had for them a place, no, a planet called Remnant.

Not Earth.

"Ok, so, either we're on another planet or the multiverse is real." Tony said after some time in a low voice.

"I wouldn't go that far on the last one, Stark. The universe is a big place."

"Yeah but with our line of work, multiverse is an eventuality, not a what if." Stark countered idly.

Sam wanted to say otherwise but chose not to tempt fate like that.

"Still… what's with all the add on animal parts some of these people here have?" Wilson inquired. "Friday said they were… Faunus, right? They like separate from humans or they have some extra parts here."

Tony had to fight the urge to look at a few passing Faunus to do an analytical inspection. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, let alone make it appear he had other notions in mind.

"Thor is Asgardian and yet looks human."

"That's just lazy." Sam couldn't help comment.

"You got a better argument? I'm all ears."

"Yeah, if there is a God, or multiple Gods with Thor and his bunch, they really gotta inject some creativity." Sam stated. "Kinda boring if everyone is a human look-alike."

"Then what would you prefer? Cthulhu and his brood?"

"God knows but at least there's variety."

The two stepped back slightly and ducked their heads a bit, averting their gaze at several drones that passed by.

They kept their eye on the patrol as it got further away before rounding a corner and disappearing from view.

"Can't exactly do this whole Cap style of hiding in plain sight." Stark wryly said. "We gotta figure out a place where we can hunker down and plan out our next move."

"My thoughts exactly, but with what money?" Sam pointed out. "Your credit is literally not good here, Tony, just as much as mine."

"Always an odd job we can go for."

Tony received the flattest look Sam was able to muster.

"What?"

"You literally had no job outside of your father's company." Wilson stated. "Did you ever even work an "odd job" in your dad's business?"

"I did." Tony said indignantly.

"Really?" Falcon crossed his arms in disbelief. "As what?"

"Mailroom, first job." The billionaire said with a huff of pride.

His fellow Avenger remained skeptical. "Where exactly?"

The Genius inventor looked away, coughing slightly.

"...A subsidiary of Stark Industries."

"That's what I thought."

"Bite me, Wilson." Tony petulantly retorted. "Or peck, being a bird and all."

Sam rolled his eyes at the man's behavior, watching as Tony crossed his arms and tapped on the side of the glasses he wore.

"Friday, any luck in getting us some-"

"I seriously do not want you hacking into people's accounts and bleeding them into your pocket." The Aviator cut in.

"And where did you get that bright idea?"

"Parker was playing some game at the compound one weekend and it had that function on some segment or something."

"...You mean Watchdogs?"

Sam blinked before he snorted. "You would know that game, wouldn't you?"

Tony shrugged, taking a moment to look around the area they stood in.

"I was thinking more along the lines of a loan that we can take into an investment."

Wilson remained silent.

"I'll give it all back once we're on our feet on some good financial stability."

The winged Avenger let out a sigh, rolling his hand as a go ahead.

"Fine, but we're Robin Hooding it alright?"

"Steal from the rich?" Tony said with a raised brow. "That's a bit cliche, isn't it."

"Then get the funds from criminals or shady businessmen." Sam said. "They already extort everyone else. Yet you ain't giving it to the poor. And don't say that it's just us."

"Saving the world, funds, programs, internships." Tony rattled off. "You know Sammy, I do have a busy schedule of my own to keep up with."

"Ever the "saint"."

"Why thank you. I do try to do more than just stopping nukes and killer robots." Stark then saw several stores and establishments they were close to. "Ok, so where to first?"

Sam gazed at the collection of shops, eyes landing on one that had the name of something they had learned of recently.

From Coal to Dust.

"Let's start with that one." Wilson pointed ahead to said store and Tony wordlessly nodded, the two going over and entering the establishment.

Upon entering the store, Stark had Friday ready to supply information on whatever it was they caught their eyes for them to read or hear about.

From the cashier's desk, there was a display case of a plethora of uncut dust crystals. Along one wall was a dispensary system for powdered dust. Another wall had several sliding glass doors to secure bagged and boxed up ammunition. There were many shelves and tables which displayed many products from glass vials of varying designs to dust imbued cloth bundles as some examples. And of course there was a magazine and newspaper rack at a secluded corner.

The store was relatively empty for the most part with only a few potential customers here and there. It would've been more quiet if it weren't for the soft jazz playing over the radio.

Sam and Tony took a moment to look around the place, splitting up into separate isles to look over and see what this place had to offer. They inspected a number of the offered wares, whilst trying to still wrap their heads around the "alien" substance and concept behind it all.

As Stark drew closer to the end of the store where the cashier was positioned, he heard a conversation coming from two young men who were close by to him.

"Are you sure we should be here? I don't exactly like the idea of coming down here for our… *cough*, resources." Spoke the taller of the two, more trimmed hair, broad shouldered and a small hint of stubble growing in.

"As opposed to the already unsanctioned and unlicensed work the two of us are already undertaking?" Said a young, gaunt man with a thick European-like accent. His brown hair was slightly combed, yet raggedy. And tucked under one arm was a long crutch to help hoist him up.

His older compatriot snorted, shooting his shorter compatriot an amused, wry look.

Both of these men came up to the counter and the cashier behind it looked up from a book he was reading and his expression brightened upon seeing them.

"Ah, Jayce, Viktor. Good to see you two boys here today." The man said with a pleasant smile.

"Hello Mr. Coal." Viktor, the man with the crutch said with a kind smile. "I hope you don't mind us coming in at the last second-"

Mr. Coal waved him off. "Nonsense. You two are among my favorite customers. I am always ready to help my favorites."

"Isn't that bad for business?" Jayce, the broadly built of the two asked with an amused grin.

"Oh contraire, Jayce my boy." Coal said, wagging his finger slightly at the young man. "It's the favorites that keep my fine establishment going."

"Appreciate the favoritism." Viktor remarked, reaching in for his pocket to pull some colorful bills and a piece of paper attached to the wad of cash.

He handed it over for Mr. Coal, the man taking the paper first to unfurl and read it off.

The owner of the store read along each line, a neutral look on his face whilst humming aloud. "Quite the list you have here this time."

Jayce shrugged. "Wish it were smaller, but our project-"

"Say no more." Coal cut him off, chuckling slightly. "You academy students have your studies and whatnot. Heck, my boy Flynt had some troubles with a course of his earlier this semester."

Counting up the Lien, Mr. Coal looked back on the given list. He exhaled a sigh as he placed it back down.

"I may not be able to provide you with your full request today."

Viktor frowned upon hearing this, looking back and forth between Mr. Coal and the Lien he and Jayce had contributed. "But I thought the prices would be lower. I calculated and… Are your suppliers having trouble in the mines or-"

"It's not that, Viktor." The owner of the shop slouched slightly, leaning upon the counter. "Jacque Schnee is making things difficult lately. I just can't compete with his prices and quality."

"Quality?" Jayce scoffed. "What sort of quality does a sycophant like Jacque Schnee have over someone like you?"

"It's more like quantity." Viktor mused aloud, lips angled downwards. "They are functioning and doing what they're designed to do in vast amounts of energy with none of the specialties individuals like Mr. Coal possesses."

"Not to mention Jacque has possession of most of the major mines in each of the continents, all except for the Grimmlands and Menagerie." Coal said with a glum tone. "Either through inheriting it from his late father-in-law to buying them out from good people."

"Sounds like some people I know." Spoke a voice unfamiliar to the three men conversing with each other.

Looking away from each other, they saw the "interloper". From what they could tell, he had a certain air around him. A businessman with a hint or sense of arrogance yet had it controlled to a degree… somehow.

It was hard to really describe, given their experience with many residents in Atlas.

"Sorry on butting in. I couldn't help but overhear." Tony said, walking towards them with his hands raised in a manner conveying he meant no harm. "I know this may be out of the blue, but can ya help me and my friend there with a few things? Just questions mind you, we're new around here."

"You seem like it." Jayce said, crossing his arms as he gave the Avenger a once over. "Where are ya from? Vale? Mistral? Look a bit too sophisticated for Vacuo."

"None of those." Sam's voice was heard from the side, the four men turning to the aviator who was walking over to them.

"Some settlements, perhaps?" Viktor suggested more than asked.

Wilson held up his hand, giving a silent "iffy" gesture.

"None you would really know." Falcon said with an unsure response as he was not exactly certain how to continue this conversation. "Let's just say that my friend and I here are not from around Mantle and Atlas. Our home place is… really, really far."

"That's putting it mildly." The Iron Avenger murmured until sticking out his hand. "Tony Stark, Genius, soon to be billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. That sort of thing."

"Soon to be-?" Jayce repeated with surprise. "Quite the proclamation."

"Don't let Schnee hear of you. He'd run you out before you know it." Viktor said with an annoyed tone at just mentioning this Jacque person.

"Please. I've known businessmen who are more intimidating than from what I've heard and read about this Schnee guy." Tony said, waving off the comment.

Viktor and Jayce shared a look of bewildered confusion.

This stranger with the way to specific trim was displaying an odd sense of dismissiveness towards one of the most lucrative and ruthless businessmen the world over.

"If you wanna beat a guy like this Jacque Cousteau fella, ya gotta outwit them at their own game." Stark said, tapping the side of his head.

"Most men have tried and failed." Viktor spoke with a slightly bitter tone.

"He hasn't had a worthy opponent in the business field. That and the determination, the drive." Sam spoke up, giving a wry smirk towards Stark who pulled out his personal phone.

Jayce and Viktor stared at the phone in interest as they watched Tony typing up something that they were unable to discern.

"Interesting scroll you have there. Not a model I'm familiar with." Viktor murmured, leaning forward to get a better look at the phone.

"Something I made a few years ago. Hasn't failed me yet."

"You made that?" Jayce said in clear astonishment.

"Yeah, but before that…" Tony held a finger up before looking to the owner of the Dust shop. "Mr. Coal, was it?"

The cashier blinked at the sudden attention before nodding slowly.

"Yes, that's me."

"How would you like to be able to live comfortably while still sticking it to this Schnee guy?"

A few reactions were expressed on the store owner's face, but sternness was more prominent in mere moments.

"If you mean to buy me out, I ain't selling." Coal said defensively.

"No, no, no, none of that." Stark said, a smirk appearing on his face. "I'm not buying your business, Mr. Coal. I wish to invest."

"Invest?" The store owner parroted. "In my store? Who even are you? Why would you do something like that?"

"Ah yes, of course." The armored Avenger lightly bopped the side of his head. "This is my friend Sam, you already know me. We're good Samaritans."

"Good Samaritans?" Jayce, Viktor and Coal all parroted at the same time.

"No, see, I'm a good Samaritan." Sam proclaimed, patting himself on the chest. "Tony… just does good things here and there to make himself sleep better at night."

"Not the furthest thing from the truth." Tony said with a shrug, holding up his phone to Coal. "I'm willing to give you this to help your store out."

The Dust shop owner saw the number of Lien Stark had offered and nearly choked on his own breath.

Both Viktor and Jayce also saw the amount and their eyes were the size of dinner plates, jaws dropping as they gaped in disbelief.

Mr. Coal sputtered and stammered, trying to make sense of what he was being offered.

"Wh-what? Why? When? What do you gain from this? Why are you even doing this?"

"I'm an entrepreneur and a businessman who is looking for my next big investment." Tony plainly said. "Atlas? That's easy and there's enough smug bastards up there who sniff the crap that comes out of their ass's on the daily. But down here? I see a chance to give a serious boost in the system to show the smug ones that they aren't the only ones who can be that smug."

Coal was still stammering, wondering whether or not that this was a dream.

He shakily reached forward, Tony lightly flicking his phone. A moment later, Coal's own "phone" buzzed in notification and the man immediately took it out.

The man opened up his device and lost a moment to breath as he saw the deposit was set and ready to go.

"How'd you get my… This better not bounce if this is legit."

"It won't." Tony assured with a confident grin.

Given the message Tony got from Friday, she pilfered the lucrative sum from a number of dirty accounts through the internet equivalent of this world called the CCT network. A mob family here, a radical terrorist group there; given the data report. And if there was a chance of people trying to hunt him down for their Lien back, it would be quite hard with his second favorite AI creation.

Jarvis, now Vision, is still his number one.

Coal's hands trembled as he saw the Lien get deposited into his account. "I don't know if I could repay what you're offering. I don't have stocks for my business and-"

"Don't worry about when you'll pay it back." Stark held up a hand to cut him off.

"That doesn't sound reassuring." Jayce commented, reeling back from what he just saw.

"He may be flippant but Tony's dedicated to what he puts his mind to." Sam said with a confident tone. "Mr. Coal here's got nothing to worry about."

"Other than competition." Tony said, shrugging slightly. "But then again, this Schnee guy isn't really making it a competition, is he?"

Coal was silent as his eyes and mind were adjusting to the number of Lien that he had just received.

Jayce and Viktor continued to gaze upon the billionaire with surprise though now there were hints of suspicion.

"Why do this for him?" Jayce asked, crossing his arms. "Not to put you on the spot or anything but this feels a little too good to be true."

"I do concur with my friend here." Viktor spoke up. "Whilst we are glad to see our favorite storekeeper get help of that magnitude, we find your suddenness in aiding Mr. Coal here is rather unusual."

"I don't blame you for being sus about my actions. I just have a soft spot for family founded and owned businesses." Tony admitted. "That and I figure if I'm gonna make a few millions bucks- lien, I can help a bunch of people on my path to do so. And speaking of help…"

Tony approached the counter and peeked over at the list of supplies that the two young men had brought with them.

"How about I pay for these boys' order."

"Huh?" Was Viktor and Jayces response.

"Best let him do it." Sam said, shrugging slightly. "He won't take no for an answer once he starts going. Just ask Peter when ya meet him."

"Who?"

"When you meet him." Wilson emphasized.

The two Atlas students shared a look of bewilderment, hearing the ringing of the cash register. A moment later, all that they had requested were placed upon the counter.

"I… I don't know what to say." Jayce mumbled, eyes wide at seeing their resources be given to them from a stranger's assistance.

"Happy to help." Tony casually said.

Once everything was gathered and rung up, the two students made their way to the exit.

"Thanks again for this, Mr. Stark." Said the gauntly teen before turning to his friend and partner. "We better get back before curfew."

Jayce nodded as he carried the load as Viktor hobbled along.

"I expect to see headlines of you both, you know." Tony said, making the two turn and stare at him in surprise.

"What makes you assume that Mr. Stark?" Viktor inquired.

"It's kinda easy to figure out honestly." Sam spoke up. "All those materials, the equipment. You boys are planning something, aren't you?"

The two teens blinked and a look of… well, it wouldn't be described as guilt, moreover guilt in getting caught.

"What makes you say that?" Jaye defensively asked in a stammer. "Th-this is just a school project."

"Y-yeah."

Tony and Sam then shared a look. "Uh huh."

"It is." The taller of the two teens said emphatically.

The two Avengers chuckled at their responses.

"Alright, alright, no need to get your drawers in a twist." Sam said placatingly. "But since we helped you out-"

"You mean me."

"-Care to return the favor?"

Viktor and Jayce glanced at each other, the latter asking. "Like what?"

"Mind telling us if there are any hotels around here. We're new around these parts."

-Scene Cut-

Making back to Atlas Academy was a close one for the two students.

They essentially had to sneak past several guards whilst also making as little noise as possible since they were carrying so much equipment with them.

Once they left their recently purchased merchandise in their dorm, the two went over to a computer lab nearby their dorms.

The purpose of this visit?

"Nothing." Jayce said with a hint of frustration. "There's nothing on the CCT network about this Tony Stark or his friend, Sam Wilson."

"Are you sure you're using the right clearance codes?"

"I am and I'm finding squat."

Viktor frowned, rubbing his chin in thought. "How can it be that neither of these individuals appear on the network?"

"I don't know if Stark is a Huntsman, which would slim things to a degree. But that Wilson fellow clearly looks military." His black haired friend remarked.

The two were silent for a brief moment, gazing at the blank screen in front of them.

"Perhaps they are frontiersmen?" Jayce suggested.

Viktor shook his head. "I find that argument lacking. Both of them don't fit the feel of those out in settlements and villages outside the Four Kingdoms."

"Could be. But then how is it they ain't in the system?"

"Stark perhaps bribed someone to take him out of it."

"Or he did it himself." His friend gave a questioning look, thus a little explanation was in order. "Remember what happened to Mr. Coal's scroll? How was it that the money suddenly got into his account without getting any bank or phone information?"

The gaunt teen hummed as he pondered.

"You could be right."

"Well now, a late night session again boys?"

Both teens jolted at the posh, amused accent that came for the side.

"Professor Heimerdinger." The duo said in surprise.

Looking downward, they saw one of the academy professors, a small dog Faunus.

He was dressed in a prim and trimmed blue suit designed for his stature being that of around four foot eight.

"Once again I find my most prized and ambitious students huddled in a corner of the academy." The Professor remarked with a chuckle. "Tell me boys, what wild and daring ideas are you working on this time?"

The two teens were slightly embarrassed at being caught once more by their mentor when Viktor hummed to himself aloud.

"Professor," He said in a slightly unsure tone. "I don't mean to come across as rude in this question but you are a man of well renowned knowledge and travel, yes?"

Heimerdinger tilted his head at the question before nodding slowly.

"I'd like to think I'm knowledgeable, yes but one cannot know everything."

"We're hoping you might have some knowledge then." Jayce said in turn, catching on to what Viktor might ask. "Are you familiar with these names? Tony Stark and Sam Wilson."

The dog Faunus pondered for a moment before shaking his head 'no'. "None that I'm familiar with. Why are you interested in them?"

"We met them earlier and we got curious-"

"Trying to pry into their lives may not give them all the answers you seek in such a way as this."

"It's not that we want to." Jayce hastily said. "It's just… there was something off about the way we met them."

"Yes." Viktor nodded. "There was something strange about these two gentlemen and well, we couldn't really fight our growing curiosity."

"What exactly was it about these two men that warrants such research about them?" Heimerdinger inquired patiently.

"The way they were and this Starks' seemingly bottomless funds."

"I beg your pardon?"

"We saw this man, Tony Stark, on a whim deposit a great amount of Lien to the Dust shop Jayce and I frequent." Viktor stated, elaborating on his friend's comment.

"And this concerns you… how?"

"Just the method on how it was done. It was… irregular."

The Atlesian professor hummed before regarding these words.

"I can see that this is weighing heavily on both your minds." Heimerdinger noted, sighing a moment later. "If it helps, I'll pass this along to Ironwood."

"Thank you, professor." His students said in unison.

The Dog Faunus huffed in amusement, waving his hand at them both. "Now run along. You two need your rest. It's not healthy to prolong and shorten it. You got classes in the morning, you know."

The two students nodded and scurried off, leaving Heimerdinger alone in the lab for several moments to shut off the computer.

"Children these days… Always so eager…"

-Scene Cut-

"Guess we really are on another world." Peter said, hanging from his hammock whilst staring out the window of the room he and the rest of the Avengers currently occupied.

The past hour or so felt longer than it was intended. All due to the factor of further exchanges of information between the two parties.

Yes, Clint and the twins already knew more beforehand but not for the two New Yorkers. But in the end, things were expanded more in general for the present Avengers to grasp the general picture.

"And Thor is nowhere to be found." Pietro idly remarked, wolfing down some food as he had developed an appetite since coming here. "If he were here, he could call his guard pal to send us back."

"Would that even work?" Wanda inquired, cheek resting against her palm as she gazed around at the rest of her teammates.

"What do we do now, Cap?" Clint asked, leaning back on the couch he was resting on.

Steve stood at another window in the room, arms crossed and eyes ahead at the city of Vale in the distance.

The room they currently occupied was given to them by headmaster Ozpin of the academy of Beacon.

They had come here after a long and extensive conversation between them and the trio of teachers about their situation and suffice to say…

Well, Cap was fairly confident in saying only Thor really has an idea on what to do when winding up on another planet.

And Thor's not here and they don't have any means of contacting him.

So for the time being, they were stranded on Remnant.

"Look at the moon." Parker said aloud, causing the other four to gaze out at the night skies above and see a moon shattered and its pieces floating close by.

"I don't know if that is or isn't the strangest thing we've seen or heard today." Clint commented in a deadpan voice.

"Hang on, wouldn't that cause some gravity problem?" Pietro asked, looking up at Peter. "Wouldn't it?"

"Maybe it already did." Peter said, hanging upside down now. "Or maybe it's doing it right now and we don't realize it. Or it could be something else, I dunno, I need more info on it."

"So moon business aside, what now?" Wanda said, clearly at a loss, a sentiment shared with the other Avengers. "We should find Sam and Stark but then what?"

"What about this whole Salem, Grimm and Maiden business?" Pietro spoke up. "I mean, I know we just got here and all but we basically shoved ourselves into their business without even realizing it."

"If we're gonna be here and I got a gut feeling that that's likely our case, we'll have to be ready for any form of retaliation." Rogers firmly declared.

"At least it'll give us something to do while trying to find a way back home."

"If there is a way."

"There has to be." Clint said with determination in his voice as he wanted to see his family again.

Peter nodded in agreement, given he wanted to return to Aunt May.

"If those Grimm can make their way to our world and back, so could we." Steve said.

The Avengers nodded at the Captain.

"How are we gonna find Mr. Wilson and Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, slightly descending on down from his web hammock while still being upside down.

"Are you not sick hanging there like that?" Pietro couldn't help but ask, angling his head around in an attempt to be upside down like the webhead.

"I've grown used to it."

"We shouldn't be too worried about finding Sam and Tony." Steve said, walking over to the be with his team. "This place has a lot of similarities to Earth to a degree. And even if it doesn't have the internet that we know, I wouldn't put it past Stark to figure out his own way of contacting us. We just need to be patient."

Back in Ozpin's office, another meeting was taking place.

"Quite the claim these Avengers have told you." James Ironwood said through a video call.

Beacon's headmaster was keeping his promise to his Atlesian counterpart and informing him of what occurred earlier.

Suffice to say James was mixed on his feelings.

To just tell five complete strangers so much about what they had been doing these past few years.

"Do you think it was wise to inform the Avengers of what's going on?" The General of Atlas asked, a frown present upon his face.

"It was out of my hands, James." Oz said, shaking his head. "The girl, Wanda Maximoff, was able to read the thoughts of the ones who attacked Amber. I actually see it as a good thing."

"A good thing?" both Glynda and Ironwood said at the same time.

"We were able to get to know some of her present servants. We will be able to look out for these three individuals in the near future if they try to come to any of the kingdoms."

"And we now know that Salem is making her move sooner than later." Qrow said with a grimace. "Her using this Cinder to almost steal a Maiden's power is not something she could perhaps pull off."

"How is this even possible?" Ironwood's brows furrowed in thought. "I thought that only a willing or chance transfer of the Maiden powers was feasible. Not outright steal them."

"Nothing is impossible, James." Oz said with a knowing tone and gaze. "You should know this by now."

"If one kills a Maiden and their thoughts are towards their attacker could let the powers transfer to them, if they'd be a woman." Glynda reminded the Atlesian general. "And yet their intended method…"

"Salem's becoming a bit more creative now." Qrow murmured, twirling his flask in his hand.

"And that means we shall have to do the same." Ozpin declared.

James exhaled a sigh, knowing this to be right.

They can't stay with their usual methods anymore if Salem is changing tactics.

"When do you plan to inform Leonardo and Theodore?"

"Soon so they may keep a look out for their wayward companions." Oz assured.

"And the Avengers? What do you plan on doing with them?"

"I plan on nothing, James." The Headmaster of Beacon stated. "They come from a different world, unintentionally into ours. If they wish to return, far be it from me to stop them."

"Is that truly wise? To let individuals such as ones who discovered Salem's plans be free?"

"Why the change of tune, Ironhead." Qrow quipped. "Salivating at the thought of having them serve under you?"

"In case you have forgotten our mission, Qrow."Ironwood barked. "We are still at war with her and we need every advantage that we can have to beat her back and achieve victory."

"I haven't forgotten, Jimmy." Branwen retorted with a slight glare. "Unlike you, I actually go out on the field and try to do what I can there and then. Not hole myself up behind a cushy desk and floating city."

"Enough." Oz said aloud, lightly slamming his cane on the floor to elicit some small sparks.

Both men immediately backed down from their argument.

"We are here to be working together for the betterment and safety of Remnant, not claw each other's throats out." The Spectacled man said with a stern tone.

"So what is your plan then, Ozpin?" Glynda asked the question in their minds.

"Equivalent exchange between ourselves and the Avengers." He revealed. "They help us out, we help them out. After all, they did state how they came here was due to a Grimmpool being in their world. There may be a further connection than we realize."

"This does bare investigations." James said with a hum. "They say they came through here via a pool of Grimm from their world, yes? That statement alone gives us much to look over."

"Perhaps there might be a connection to this Earth they come from that we are unaware of."

"Perhaps." Oz mused aloud. "I haven't ever considered the possibility of connections to other worlds in my many lifetimes."

"We just never expected there to be life outside of our own." Goodwitch couldn't help but say.

"Seems one of life's great mysteries was answered." Oz remarked, gazing out at the shattered moon above. His expression then grew weary and guarded.

"But what else may we get in the coming times?"

AN

Alright, short, simple and really to the point and well, hope you guys liked the surprise in this one.

Jebest4781: First chapter of the new year.

FMW: And I hope you all had a happy new year and also hope we caught you all by surprise in this chapter. Yes, you read it right, that was indeed Jayce, Viktor and Heimerdinger from Arcane and this was an idea Jeb pitched that we realized can totally fit both in the world of Remnant and into this story.

Jeb: And these ain't the only LoL things we'll be using in the story. You'll just have to figure out what else will be added in-in due time. And just so you know, neither of us really know much of the series outside of Arcane. So it'll be a while for us to know more of its lore and figure out how to properly work through them in this story.

FMW: Yeah, when Jeb, Bullet and I all watched the show, we got to watch some info as a whole of LoL but we, and I cannot stress this enough, are restricting ourselves to what has been presented from the show Arcane. Certain exceptions are naturally included but they are just that, exceptions. We are sticking for a majority to what we saw in the Arcane show and what will come in the seasons afar.

Jeb: There is just so much lore from LoL that it'll be hard to include it all and work through it with what we have in both Marvel and RWBY works. If we attempted to do so, it would become a bit too much of a mess to handle. We could try, but… yeah…

FMW: Yeah, we've already planned a shit ton with this story since it's the first three man partnership between all of us and we wanna keep it focused on what we know best and if include more than what's already needed, clusterfuck won't even begin to describe how convoluted and hectic things will get. But as a whole, a setup chapter so to speak as we are still in the beginning stages of this story.

A lot to come as we build up towards the start of Volume 1.

If you wanna know what our dear Heimerdinger looks like for this story, check out his look on my DeviantArt account.

Until then everyone, Happy New Year's once more.

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