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Peter knows he shouldn’t have been there at the time. He knows he was supposed to be in school. He knows he is banned from going on avenger missions during school hours even though he is an avenger himself. Even with knowing all of this he finds himself suited up in full spiderman gear.

Standing in front of Peter was Tony Stark and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes with their arms crossed and looking at the teen, almost adult, in disapproval. 

“You know the rules Underoos.” Tony says as he looks the kid up and down looking for any sign of injuries. The billionaire wasn’t wearing his iron man suit  at the moment. There was no actual threat that would require it. Just an unknown green pond that has appeared on the edge of New York. The pond was murky and green in color that also made Tony's radar go crazy. A radar he made to test ‘otherworldly’ creations. He had made it after the incident with Thanos to try and find powerful items before a super villain came to destroy half the universe, again.

The spider teen crosses his arms and puffs out his chest. “There is only a week until graduation and we aren’t even learning anything useful!” Peter knows he sounds like a whiny kid, but being left out of avenger business all the time because of school was starting to get frustrating. “They canceled our end of semester tests again!”

Tony sighs as he looks at the kid in front of him. He knows it's useless to argue with the kid.  When Peter sets his mind to something he does it if Tony likes it or not. Bucky seems to not understand that though and reveals some ‘interesting’ information to Tony. Information the hero would have liked to know, yesterday.

“You shouldn't be here to begin with. You were stabbed yesterday.” Bucky may not be yelling but Peter could hear the sternness in his voice. The teen freezes slightly as he glances at Tony with wide eyes. His mouth falling open seeing the billionaire closing his eyes and taking an even breath. Peter knew he was about to be in a butt load of trouble.

“I’m almost fully healed already….” He weakly argues, subconsciously holding his right side. The side where he was stabbed the night before. Bucky had agreed not to tell Tony about it! They had an understanding and everything. Bucky doesn't tell Tony, Peter doesn’t tell Steve that Bucky had also gotten hurt. See, an understanding.

“You were…stabbed?” Tony asks slowly and calculatingly. “And then decided to skip school and come here?” The silent fury was clear to Peter as his senses told him that he might want to do some damage control. So, of course he’s going to shift the blame.

Peter whines again as he stomps his foot like an angry bunny.Bucky begins to mirk seeing the teen pitching a fit. “No fair! Bucky was shot twice so he shouldn’t be here either!” Now that had the soldier panicking. His eyes widening and the smirk he hello on his face was rapidly falling off.

Steve turns from his position next to Natasha, they were looking over some notes. “You were shot? Not once but Twice and not only failed to inform me or medical but also came out on a mission?” His voice was calm but the look in his eyes told Bucky that he wasn’t safe. The ex Hydra assassin did the only thing he thought he could do to save his ass. He hides behind Peter. 

Peter lets out a grunt of irritation at being manhandled by the man. He turns his head slightly to glare at him. “Nu-uh, you aren’t gonna hide behind me when you started this!” He tries to get away from Bucky but the man as he tries to twist in his arms. Bucky just holds onto his shoulders tightly and slightly lifts Peter off the ground. 

“You are my shield! Stevie still feels bad about the whole dropping an aircraft bridge on ya!” Bucky’s accent was beginning to come out a bit. That weird mix of a boston accent and a russian accent.

“Bucky get off my kid.” Tony’s voice barely hid his amusement. His eyes glisten at the sight of the chaos that was beginning to form. Everyone seemed to neglect the fact that Bucky and Peter were far too close to the edge of the pond now. Mere inches from falling in.

Bucky continues to hold onto Peter as he calls to the Tin-Can, “Not until Stevie stops givin’ me ‘ose murder eyes!” He lifts the poor teen off of the ground even more to hide his face.Bucky doesn’t like seeing his best friend’s disappointment. He chooses to ignore the throbbing pain in his shoulder at holding up the teen, even with his bullet wounds.

The Spider teen yelps at being lifted more, finally using some of his strength to get away from Bucky. He bends his legs back to place on Buckyy’s chest and starts pushing on him. Causing the ex Hydra assassin to become off balance. Before anyone knew what was happening, they both were falling backwards. Tony’s eyes widening, finally remembering about the pond behind the two.

“Shit, Peter!” he yells and runs forward to grab ‘his’ kid while Steve runs forward to catch Bucky. His own face twisting in horror of watching his best friend and their youngest avenger falling toward the unknown pit.

“Bucky!”

That was the last thing either hero heard before plunging into the pond. Pain searing through them. Peter tries to scream but the green water rushes into his throat and lungs. Bucky was smart enough to keep his mouth shut but the pain was making his vision begin to black out. 

It was the worst pain either of them have ever faced as they soon lost conciousness.

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Peter begins to wake up first. Quickly his eyes fly open as he begins to cough and hack up the liquid in his lungs that had turned to slime. He has to rip his mask up above his nose to truly clear his lungs. It took him a few seconds to even remember what had happened. He just sat there coughing and panting, pain radiating through his throat and chest.

The teen tries to find Bucky from his position on the ground. Turning his head made him feel sick to his stomach. He tries to ignore the feeling since he needed to find Bucky. Needed to know that the older man was okay. At this point, Peter finally realized he wasn’t in that field anymore. He was in some dirty alleyway with questionable stains and even more questionable smells. 

Bucky groans from behind the panicked arachnid as he tries to call out to the teen. He wasn’t able to as he was just forced to turn his head to the side and have a coughing fit similar to the one Peter had. His lungs burn as he expels the slime from his lungs and throat.

The burning began to annoy the super soldier, making him growl and claw at the ground. “Peter!” he manages to ground out through gritted teeth. His voice was lower and more gravely than usual. The teen turns around quickly, causing his body to slump forward for a second before straightening out and looking at his friend with clear relief.

That relief quickly changed to tension in both of the avengers as they turned their heads sharply at the figure standing at the entrance of the alley. Bucky stands on wobbly legs in front of Peter as he holds his arms up in a fighting position. “Who are you?” He asked slowly and his head lowered slightly and shoulders tensed. He made it clear he was ready for a fight.

The figure takes a step towards them while holding their hands up. He looked intimidating with the lights behind him from the main street shadowing his features. Peter could barely make out the black kevlar suit and with some sort of blue marking on it. “I’m not here to cause any issues. Just coming to check out what the coughing and yelling was about.” Their voice was smooth and calm but there was an edge to his stance that had Peter standing behind Bucky. 

The Teen pulls his mask back down as he watches the person. His spider senses hissing at him at this point that the person trying to approach them was dangerous. “Bucky….” Peter whispers as he squares his shoulders. 

“I know, kid. He is trained and I don't recognize him.” Bucky whispers under his breath, knowing Peter will be able to hear him. 

“Come on guys. Let's calm down and talk.” The figure says again. Trying to de-escalate the situation as he tries to forcefully relax his body but it wasn’t working. Bucky watches every little detail.

‘What’s the situation Nightwing?’ A voice speaks from somewhere around the figure that Peter wasn’t supposed to hear but he can’t help it with his heightened senses.

Peter moves to stand next to Bucky now. “He has friends and his name is Nightwing.” He didn’t bother to whisper this as he lowered his head towards the person, he wasn’t bowling his head. No it was the opposite. He was staring down this ‘Nightwing’ fellow like he was his prey.

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It was only a few minutes earlier that Dick was having an amazing night of patrol. He stopped a few muggings. Him and Tim stopped a drug trafficking ring. He walked a little kid home. It was going great. Until Babs came over the radio. 

‘I just got a strong electrical signal over by Crime Alley.’

“Where is Little Wing at?” Dick asks as he stops on a roof.  He could see Crime Alley from his vantage point.

‘Also what kind of electrical signal?’ Tim asks, followed by the sound of a staff hitting something that sounded very much like a person, then a groan of pain from whoever was on the wrong side of that staff.

‘I can’t exactly tell, It suddenly just appeared and it hasn’t gone away yet. Whatever it is, it is highly powered. Can one of you go check it out?” Babs asks as she starts typing away on her computer once again. Dick could hear each click of the keys. 

Dick pouts slightly at being ignored but still replies to Babs, “I can go, I’m not that far away. Just send me the location.” He gets ready to send off as Babs was of course as quick as ever in giving them what they needed. 

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Now Dick was expecting many things but he wasn’t expecting a large burly man with long dark brown hair with a stark of white hair cast over the front of his face. He wore a leather jacket  and something like biker jeans. He could also see a glint of metal on the guy’s left hand. He was laying on the ground seemingly unconscious but beginning to wake up as his face scrunched up. That white color is sending Nightwings nerves ablaze. 

The only thought running through the bird themed vigilante’s head is that these people might be a part of the court of owls or with LOA.

 Dick moved his attention to behind the man was a smaller body, most likely a teenager, lying on the ground as he was looking around frantically. He was wearing a red and blue bodysuit with a web-like design. The blue on the inside of his arms and with a blue spider symbol on the middle of his chest. The pants part of the suit was blue all the way to the knees where it turned to red. 

Dick shifts slightly closer to the edge of the roof to get ready and make contact. 

“I have two people here.” He whispers into his comms. “One is a guy in his late twenties. Possible prosthetic arm. The other person is in some sort of super suit. Kind of looks like mine but red and blue except black and blue.” Dick muses as he smirked slightly at the idea. “Also it is spider themed.” 

“Peter!” Dick suddenly hears the gruff man call out in a scratchy voice. His voice matches his gruff appearance. He continues to observe the two people for a moment. He stands up and stretches as he figures it is time to make his appearance. He moves towards the opening of the alley and drops down to the ground while doing an extra flip, landing silently. 

When he looked back down towards the alleyway both people were staring at him, tension visible in their forms. The larger man stands up slowly and gets into a sort of fighting stance. Dick could see his legs shaking from here. The teen, though, remained on the ground watching him closely.

The gruff man glared at Dick as he was ready to fight. “Who are you?” He demands in a stern and a no nonsense voice. It's sort of like a military man demanding something. 

“I’m not here to cause any issues.” Dick starts off with saying as he goes to take a step forward but notices they tensed up more. “Just coming to check out what the coughing and yelling was about.” With the threat of maybe having to fight at least one of them he straightens his shoulders and leaves his hand loosely hanging at his sides.

The younger man pulls the mask to his suit down the rest of the way to cover his mouth as he starts moving to stand up. His shoulders tense and his legs slowly move under him. His movements are smooth. Dick wouldn’t even have noticed if he wasn’t watching both of them.

He watches the Gruff man say something but it was too quiet for him to hear. He starts walking forward slowly as he raises his hands up to show he means no harm. Trying hard to relax and show that he isn’t a threat in any way. “Come on guys. Let's calm down and talk.” Dick smiles as he tilts his head to the side slightly. 

‘What’s the situation Nightwing?’ Tim asks from his earbud as Dick has left his comms on while trying to talk to the two strange people. Before he could even reply he saw the teenager jump up and stand right next to the other person, his head slightly lower as he watched Dick closer than he was before.

“He has friends and his name is Nightwing.” Dick freezes as his eyes widen. 

“At least one of them is a Meta.” Nightwing barely gets out before The teen was flying at him fast and aiming a punch right for his face. He dodges and grabs his escrima sticks from his back. “Shit!” He rolls to the side to dodge a kick, to his face. What is up with this kid and his face! He isn’t that ugly!

‘What’s the situation Nightwing?’ Babs asks this time. Her voice filled with worry.

He hears movement from behind him and turns in time to block a punch from the other man that completely bends and breaks his weapon. His eyes widened in shock and slight fear. Those shouldn't be that easy to break. “Hey, those were expensive!” Nightwing yells at him. “I think…” he throws the now broken sticks to the side and starts fighting bare handed. Bad idea.

It was clear these two had some sort of training. The larger guy more so. They moved fluently with one and another. When Nightwing gets close to figuring out the kid’s style the gruff man will take over as the main and the kid would act as a support, and vice versa.

Nightwing was bruised at this point. His ribs felt broken. He twisted his ankle and his arms are numb. He was going to lose this fight. Suddenly though the kid stops as he stares at Nightwing for a second and looks at the gruffman.

“Hey mister Winter Soldier sir.” he says very formally and kindly as he gives a nervous laugh. The gruff man was throwing a punch to Nightwing’s head, the vigilante raises his arms to protect his face instantly. “Why are we fighting him?”

As soon as that sentence leaves the kid’s mouth the man’s fist stops as he stands up straight and turns to look at the kid with the most disappointed look. Nightwing waited a few seconds before he dared to lower his arms to see what was happening. The two strangers were just staring at each other.

“Kid.” the man says with a sigh that could rival Bruce’s. “You attacked him first. What do you mean, ‘why?” The vigilante slowly stands up as straight as possible with his injuries. 

The kid starts laughing a bit more forcefully as he scratches the back of his head, even though the mask blocked him from doing so. “I don’t really know. My senses have been going off like crazy since we woke up. So I sorta, overreacted?” He sounded uncertain with himself. 

‘Nightwing report!’ Bab’s desperate voice sounds from his comms. “Red Robin is on his way to your location!”

Dick watches as the two guys in front of him tense up again and both stare him down. The eyes on the spider kid's suit narrowed somehow. “No!” He accidentally yells before clearing his throat. “No need to do that O. It was just a misunderstanding.”

The Spider calms down after hearing him call off the back up while the soldier still glares at him down, his arms crossed. 

‘Nightwing, Red Robin is almost at your location. You know he won't just back off about this.’ Babs says through his comms. She wasn't taking no for an answer.

“Kid, how are your senses now?” the Burly man asks as his eyes don't leave the poor vigilante who was beginning to squirm. 

Senses? That is the second time they mentioned it. Dick thinks to himself but shakes his head and just watches them. 

The Spider relaxes his stance as he looks up slightly while putting a finger on his chin to show he was thinking. He gives a soft hum. “Still going off but it is more like a soft thrombin and not the screeching it was before.” The kid pauses and gives a slight nod. “I think wherever we are is just going to keep them going off.”

The Burly man nods and suddenly he relaxes almost completely. His shoulders were still tense though. He is starting to remind Dick of Jason. 

Suddenly the kid's head whips over towards a roof top and he starts waving manically, “You must be Red Robin!” He calls.

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Bucky and Peter didn't know how to view this odd situation they were in. So Peter did what he does best and talked. 

“You must be red Robin!” He calls while waving to the roof where his senses tell him someone is watching them. He could also hear the Vigilante’s heartbeat which quickened slightly at being found so fast. 

I'm so happy Double D taught me how to hone in my hearing. Peter thinks as he continues to watch the roof. Bucky moves slightly closer to him and his hand twitches near his gun.

Peter just rolls his shoulders and tilts his head to the side. “Are you coming down?” Soon a figure drops down from the roof and lands in front of them. The guy behind them doesn't move to greet his friend. It's like he's frozen. The Spider vigilante can tell he's analyzing the situation instead. 

The new arrival was in a different outfit. It was similar to the first guy but instead of the blue it was red. Not only that there was no bird symbol on his chest, instead he wore a golden harness with a black ball at the center. On his arms he wore the same type of golden metal like his chest. It was wrapped around his biceps. Of course a utility pouch around his waist and a black domino mask on his face. 

“Peter, I don't like this.” Bucky grumbles Next to him but the teen shakes his head slightly as he crosses his arms and looks at this Red Robin guy up and down. He reeked of coffee and exhaustion. Like Tony when he was working on a new project. 

The thought of Tony made his stomach drop. 

Peter throws those thoughts out of his head and just focuses on his senses and pays attention to the possible threats in front him. “Aren't you going to introduce yourself?” Peter asks, offended before humming to himself. “Maybe I should introduce myself first. I'm Spiderman, my friend here is the Winter Soldier.’

Red Robin looks at him with his mouth slightly open before he closes it and looks at Nightwing.

“This is the most I've heard him talk, Baby Bird.” Nightwing explains to Red Robin.

Red Robin nods as he accepts this answer and thinks to himself quietly. He finally answers Peter. “I'm Red Robin, another vigilante in Gotham.”

Bucky tenses up but Peter stays relaxed and nods quietly to himself. “Oh, we're in Gotham now? Last I remember is being in Queens in New York.” He spoke casually and swallowed his panic down for the moment.

“Do you know how you got here?” Nightwing asks as he steps closer to them. Bucky didn’t like that though as he wraps his hand around the handle of his pistol, ready to shoot first and asks questions later.

The Spider gives a quiet sigh and looks over at Nightwing as he crosses his arms. “My friend here is a little tense right now. We did almost die ya know.” He watches him closely and his fingers twitch from where they are wrapped around his biceps.

Nightwing holds up his hands and takes a step back again. “You almost died?” He asks but his eyes lingered on the white strip of hair on Bucky. Like he knew something. Peter’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You should probably get checked out then.” Red Robin says as Peter whips his head around to look at him. He was closer now. Bucky stays watching Nightwing.

It was time for the Oldest one in this situation to speak. “We don’t need any help.” His voice was thick with a russian accent now along with a hint of a boston accent. The more the Soldier gets stressed the more of an accent will come out and the harder he has to fight his natural instincts. 

Both of the strangers look at Bucky and they straighten up slightly. The change of accent threw them off slightly. Peter takes over again. “You heard my friend. We gotta go now.” He grins and quickly says, “Karen have you checked into the wifi from around here yet?” Like usual when he starts talking to Karen his voice isn’t heard from the outside. It makes things so much easier. 

“I have but I can not connect to the Stark satellites. I have tried to come into contact with Friday andI can not reach her either.” Karen replies to him as Peter frowns and looks over at Bucky. The Soldier gives a very slight nod. Barely even noticeable to the teen. 

“Even though I love our talk.” Peter tells the strangers with a weird bird theme. He steps closer to Bucky and wraps an arm around his waist. Bucky shifts slightly, hating the contact but knows it is necessary. “But we gotta swing” He raises his free arm and shoots a web to a building near them and is flying off right as the vigilantes quickly reach for something. It sounded like a grappling hook. 

Peter quickly tries his best to get them to a roof as quickly as possible so they can run. He can’t escape if he is carrying bucky the whole time.

Once their feet hit a roof they both take off running. “Karen can’t find any Stark tech nor contact Friday!” Peter yells to Bucky as they jump from roof to roof with vigilantes right behind them. 

“Stop!!” Nightwing yells as he tries to catch up to them but it would be impossible. Peter and Bucky both knew this. Peter was also nice enough to not run at his top speed so Bucky can keep up with him. If Peter went hw fast as he could he would already be gone. 

“Hey Mr. Barnes, are you faster now?” Peter asks, shocked. Noticing the slight increase in speed. Bucky seems to finally notice what he means and his eyes widened very slightly. 

“It seems like it, Kid.” He says gruffly. They both drop down into an alleyway and Bucky nods his head to the right and they take off running again.evign between buildings and staying in the dark. As they run Peter presses the spider in the middle of his suit and the nanobots start crawling to his right wrist as they turn back into a watch. He was once again in his clothes he wore at school that morning.

Bucky suddenly grabbed him and shoved him against the wall before going flat against the wall himself. He puts a finger to his lips to tell him to stay quiet. Listens to the silent command as he and Bucky listen as the vigilantes run past them. Unknowing who they were looking for were right there. 

Once they are gone both of the avengers release a deep breath and Peter looks up at Bucky. “Something is really wrong and strange right now. We need to find some information.”

Bucky frowns as he crosses his arms and looks around. “So we need to find somewhere with internet, right?”

Peter grins as his teammate has gotten so much better with electronics. Even though the super soldier's still prefer using a stupid flip phone. “Exactly, so let's go find a library. Try to blend in.”

With that the Two head off in a random direction with Bucky pulling his hair up into a ponytail.

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The Bats are all in the bat cave sitting or standing around. Surprisingly even Jason was there with his arms crossed leaning against the desk. Dick and Tim looked anxious as everyone was watching Dick's Body cam footage of his interaction with the two strangers. Bruce grew more and more tense the more they watched. Tim paused it after the chase where the two strangers just disappeared.

Taking a deep breath Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose and asks, “So, we have a Meta and a trained soldier running around?” 

“Maybe…” Dick says quietly as he looks away from Bruce. This wasn't his proudest moment. 

“We have no idea where they came from. That Winter Soldier guy was clearly in the Lazarus pit. Also his accent says he isn't even from here.” Bruce goes on to say as he starts to pace. 

Tim decided to pipe up then. “He has a Russian accent.” They received a glare from Bruce making him look a little sheepish. 

“I have a feeling with how they just randomly showed up and their fight prowess, they might be trained soldiers. Maybe Russian spies.” 

Jason gives a slight shake of his head, rolling his wrist as he speaks, “You're thinking too much into it.” Bruce is always over thinking and it annoys the crime lord to no end. It just causes more issues. “You're just paranoid.”

Bruce looks at Jason, glaring angrily. “How else would they not know who Nightwing is?”

That does give Jason a bit of a pause but he scoffs, “Why would they just leave then? Why not take out Dick and Tim?” He wasn’t fully sold on this idea yet.

It was Damien’s turn to say something as the kid rolled his eyes and walked forward with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. “Clearly they didn’t get the information they needed from their talk with you guys. They’re spies not assassins.”

Before anyone else could speak though Babs pipes up from the computer. “Sorry to interrupt you two, but two people just broke into the library without setting off any alarms.” That got all of the Bats’ attention. 

“I’m going.” Jason grumbles as he heads towards his bike. When Dick went to move and follow him the younger male turned and glared. “Alone, Dick.” His words held venom in them.

He takes off on his bike.

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It didn't take Bucky and Peter long to find a library but it was clearly closed. The lights were off and the closed sign was put up. Frowning next to the super soldier Peter was about ready to turn away, but Bucky wasn't one to get so easily deterred.

He walks back down the large stairs of the library and starts looking around silently for a way to get inside. Anything would work at this point. While looking around, his eyes catch sight of two large statues on either side of the pillars. The pillars connect to an overhang that would be possible for Bucky to grab onto if he jumps from the statue. Peter would have an easier time. 

He gives a slight nod and pulls himself onto the lap of the statue on the right. The statue was of a person sitting in a chair. Who they were, Bucky doesn't know. 

Peter runs over to him quickly with wide eyes. “Bucky what are you doing?” He asks slightly panicked. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching. 

Bucky rolls his eyes as he goes onto the shoulders then balances on the head. Staring up at the overhang that was still a good two and half stories above him. “It's the middle of the night, Brat. No one's goin’ to see.” He crouches down slightly and thinks to himself. This will still be difficult. “Also, call me somethin’ else. I think those guys from earlier heard ya callin’ me Bucky.” His accent was still heavy. 

Peter forms and worries about his lower lip between his teeth but gives a slight nod. “okay….” he thinks on what to call Bucky. “Then how about Dad?” He asks as he looks up at the super soldier, his head tilted slightly to the side. The worried expression did not leave his face. 

Bucky nearly falls off the head of the statue as he looks down at Peter with shock. “Dad? Why would ya call me that?”

“It’ll explain why a teenager is hanging by your idea and you're old enough to be my dad.” He points out while his worried frown slowly turns into a shit eating grin. “You are pretty old.”

Bucky looks down at the Kid below him as he thinks about what he just said before sighing heavily and shaking his head. “Whatever Brat. Just hurry up and follow me so we can get in ‘ere.”

“Yes Dad.” Peter says happily as his grin grows. He is told to go up on the statue's lap as Bucky jumps up and grabs the overhang. Soon enough both of them were standing on the overhang and looking up at the roof. 

“Give me a boost.” Bucky tells Peter as he takes a few steps back, nearly going over the edge. Peter Ned's as he crouches down. Putting his back to the wall and putting his hand out in front of him to boost Bucky up to the top. 

Once Bucky was on the roof with the help from the archkid Peter followed him up as easily as ever. His landing was perfectly graceful. “You're lucky there are no cameras.” Peter points out to Bucky but he was of course ignored.

They make their way to the roof access door and Peter has to stop Bucky from just bathing through the door. “Dude, there are going to be alarms. Let me get it.” 

Bucky looks down at Peter before huffing and backing away. Dramatically waving a hand to tell him to go ahead and do it. Peter rolls his eyes and presses a side button on his watch and a little mechanical spider comes out from under it. Crawling to the palm of Peter's hand. The Arachkid puts the spider on the door and it makes work on going through the side of the door and working on disabling the alarms set inside the door before a mechanical click is heard to signify the door was unlocked. 

Peter smirks as the spider goes back into his watch and he opens the door for Bucky. Bucky just gives a slight smirk at the teen. Proud of him and walks past him. “Brat.” He mumbles as he does so, awaiting Peter on the head. 

Peter pouts and holds his head with both of his hands but follows the Soldier down the stairs and to what looks like an employee only area. He glances around and spots a few cameras but ignores them since the alarms should all be disabled. “Let's go find a computer.” Peter hums as he starts walking off. Bucky just follows him as he looks around at the area they were in. It was a room with filing cabinets and a desk newspapers and folders scattered around it. There were also multiple computer screens. The computer was on.

Peter tenses as he glances around and listens closely. He can hear water running towards his right, in most likely a bathroom. “We need to get downstairs” He tells Bucky as he heads towards the door to the room. The soldier sighs and goes past Peter and holds his arm out as he opens the door slowly and glances out into the hallway. He sees no one and stalks out of the room keeping his body to the wall as closely as possible. His footsteps are silent even with his heavy black boots. The spider follows his lead as he frowns slightly. He was having a bad feeling about this. Also why was someone still here so late at night?

Bucky sees some stairs up ahead as he stops and looks around before making his way across the open floor towards the stairs that lead to the bottom floor. Keeping his ears open for anyone walking near them. 

Peter hears a creaking noise and the sound of something rolling as he tenses up instantly. They were close. More likely going from the bathroom back to the office area they were in. He runs past Bucky and just hops onto the railing of the stairs and slides down it. “Peter!” Bucky silently hisses at him but follows the teen’s lead as he slides down the railing too. Once at the bottom the two hide to the side and Bucky can now see why Peter does this as he hears a wheel go pass the top of the stairs a a female mumbles to herself,

“I swear I heard someone out here…” luckily she seems to just continue on to her office as Bucky releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He looks down at Peter who was just grinning up at him.

“You couldn’t have warned me, Kid?” Bucky asks in slight annoyance and Peter shrugs happily. Not giving Bucky the pleasures of an answer. The soldier just rolls his eyes and looks around at all of the bookshelves, seeing a few rows of computers too. “Let’s just get this over with you Brat.” 

Peter gives the older male a pout but starts walking to their destination. “I am not a brat. You should be a bit nicer Dad.” He huffs and flops down in a seat in front of the computer. “I am the one trying to save our asses over here.”

Bucky looks at the teen with a blank look and walks over to stand behind him. “Ya talk too much.” He grumbles and looks at the computer. Peter shakes the mouse to wake the screen up before sighing seeing it was password protected. He starts looking around the desk for some sort of password. Bucky once again just stares at him and reaches over his head to tap on a bright yellow sticky note that has the password written on it in nice big letters.

Peter looks to see what Bucky was tapping on before blushing deep red and gives a nervous laugh.”I uh….Didn’t see that…” He stumbles out and starts typing in the password. 

“Uh huh.” Bucky says in slight amusement but just goes quiet afterwards watching the teen get onto the internet. Gotham was the first thing he searched up. A lot of news articles come up about the vigilantes that run around in this city along with a guy called Bruce Wayne and a very big array of villains who always seem to escape where they are held. 

“Wow, this Arkham Asylum place sucks” Peter muses and Bucky just silently nods before seeing a name he recognizes as he taps on the screen.

“That’s that Blue Bird guy right?” He asks as he looks at the name. He frowns slightly trying to read what it says about him. Peter notices and takes pity on his teammate and clicks on the link so they can read about Nightwing and the other vigilantes. 

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Barbara sighs to herself as she makes it back to her office. She wheels herself to her desk and looks at the trackers that are on all of the Bat family to make sure they were all home safe. After the excitement earlier with the electrical signal and losing the only two suspects. Batman called a meeting at the batcave but told Barbara that she could go home for the night.

She sees Jason was also at the cave and smiles to herself. Hoping he was starting to get along with the family again. Seeing him always on edge and avoiding the bats made her feel more upset then she would ever let on. She was worried about Jason’s will being. SHe couldn’t help it. She saw how his death had affected Bruce and she had wished she had talked to Jason more before he had died and then became a crime overlord.

Mindlessly Babs clicks on the security cameras to double check no one was in the library before she leaves for the night. The noises she heard earlier still had her on edge. It was like someone was inside the library but she saw no one and heard no one afterwards.

Soon the girl freezes as her eyes widen. Grabbing her headset she  clicks into the Bat coms. Babs could see two males sitting in front of a computer downstairs. Two males she has never seen before. 

“Sorry to interrupt you two, but two people just broke into the library without setting off any alarms.” She says, trying to keep her voice even. She goes to grab her gun that her dad makes her keep at the Library in case of situations like these. How did these people get in here without setting off any alarms? That shouldn’t be possible.

“I’m going.” She hears Jason’s voice and relaxes slightly.

Babs stays at the computer and uses one screen to keep an eye on the strangers and uses a different screen to see what the two of them were looking at. Try and get any sort of information that she can before Jason gets here.

They seemed to be looking at information regarding Gotham and its vigilantes plus their villains. They must not be from around here. But still even if they weren’t they should still at least know who the Joker is along with Batman. Those two are known all over the place.

Suddenly the searches change and they start looking up things that she has never even heard of or people she hasn’t heard of before.

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Peter glares at the screen in front of him as he leans back in the chair with his arms crossed. He was trying to swallow down the panic that was trying to crawl up into his chest. “There is no Tony Stark, there are no avengers, there is no battle of 2012. You don’t exist. I don’t exist. There is no hydra.” 

Bucky hums slowly as he is tense and his grip tightens on the back of the chair, behind Peter’s head. Crushing the meta easily. The other hand was resting on the desk as he tried to think. “Where are we?” He finally asks.

Peter groans loudly as he closes his eyes. He could feel the tears wanting to start but he refuses to let them. “I don’t know…” he groans out. Green tinges his vision but he ignores it. “I don’t know.” He looks back at Bucky as a single tear falls down his cheek. “All I know is we shouldn’t be here….” His voice breaks slightly. “We don’t belong…here.” he moves his arms around weakly.

Bucky looks at the kid next to him shocked. He hasn't seen him cry since the night when his Aunt almost was killed. The night that almost ruined everything. “Hey hey hey.” Bucky whispers as he rests his flesh hand on top of Peter’s head and pulls him to his chest. “No need for tears. We’ll figure this out.” He promises him.

“How?” The teen mumbles as he hides his head into the older male. “How can we figure this out?” More tears fell and began to soak the soldier's shirt but Peter didn’t care. “There is no Tony to fix this…Tony could fix this.”

Bucky rolls his eyes as he strokes Peter’s hair softly and awkwardly. “We don’t need Stark for nothin’. Got it?” he asks him. “We just need a plan.” Peter whimpers and clings to Bucky tighter. “First I need to hide my arm since that Nightwing guy saw it and that Red guy too.” Bucky gently pushes on Peter’s shoulders. “Then we can figure out what to do next. We can use dat big brain of yours.” Bucky’s accent kept cutting in out as he spoke. 

Peter gives a slight nod to him before drying his tears but they were being stubborn and kept falling. “Y-yeah…” he stutters out as he stands up slowly. “Maybe…There is a lost and found around here.” he tries to give Bucky a big smile but it just looks pitiful and heart broken. The Super Soldier’s eyes soften slightly. 

“Exactly.” Bucky says gently and they begin their search for a lost and found. Hoping to find a jacket of some sort. The soldier tries not to think about how quickly Peter can switch between emotions. It reminds him so much of Steve.  Pushing down his own feelings to walk on with that stupid grin. It isn’t healthy. Buky sighs once again.

“I found a jacket!” Peter yells from across the library. Apparently forgetting he needs to be quiet. Bucky turns around and glares down at the teen who was running over to him with a jacket. 

“Be quiet you brat.” He warns him and snatches the jacket from him. Peter just laughs lightly and shrugs.

“There is already someone at the door getting ready to break in.” The archkid tells Bucky, he was quieter when saying this.

Bucky blinks at Peter before giving a heavy sigh and putting on the jacket. “I hate you.” Right as he was finishing putting the jacket on the door was kicked open. 

“Alrighty!” A loud male voice calls out. Peter’s spider senses screeches in his head as he tenses up and grabs Bucky’s arm tightly. His head is pounding now from pain. “Who is in here!?” The voice called out again as they started walking into the building.

“They’re dangerous”Peter whispers to Bucky as he drags the older male back to the computer shaking. He wasn’t scared, he was shaking because his body was supplying too much adrenaline and his vision was getting a green tint to it once again but he ignored it. He really needs to stop ignoring it.

Bucky gives a curt nod as he knows they can’t draw attention to themselves. Once to the computer he grabs Peter and ‘hides’ him under the desk. He needs to play the role of a worried father right? He stands in front of the computer as he holds up his arms in a fighting stance that heavily resembles a military fighting stance. It was the one he learned from back in world war two. 

Soon a guy strolls towards the computers holding a pistol in his hand. He wore full body armour that is black with a red bird on his chest. A brown Leather jacket along with a belt and weapons holsters. What mainly caught Bucky’s attention was the red helmet the guy wore. He remembers him and Peter reading about this guy. This must be Red Hood. 

Bucky takes a deep breath as he squares his shoulders and watches Red hood. “I don’t want any trouble.” he says with an even voice. But there was an edge to it. He moves his feet like he was trying to hide the desk from the other male’s view. 

Red Hood looks at Bucky then down at the desk where he could see Peter sticking out slightly. Of course the soldier wasn’t actually worried about Peter’s attention as he knows the teen can very much protect himself. He can’t let this Red Hood guy know that though. Peter needs to seem like a normal teen. 

“Who’s under there?” Hood asks slowly as he raises his pistol to aim at Bucky. “And why are you guy’s in here? It is closed.”

Bucky watches Hood’s body motions. It was obvious the articles weren’t lying about Hood being a killer. HHow he held himself and how he held his gun showed he wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger if Bucky makes a wrong move. “Your business is with me. Not my son.” He moves back. His butt touching the desk. Peter p[lays his role will as he flinches and whimpers out a quiet, “Dad?” it was just loud enough for Hood to be able to hear. “Don’t move Pete.” Bucky tells him softly. 

Hood watches Bucky and looks back at Peter once again. He then settles to stare at Bucky. “You never answered my other questions.” his finger twitches on the trigger.

Bucky looks down and to the side, trying to look ashamed. “I’m sorry…We just needed to know where we were.” He allows his shoulders to shae and puts more weight onto the desk. He needs to come up with a good cover story right now. Something to explain why he is here with his teenage son in a closed library.

“How do you not know?” Hood growls. Clearly not believing Bucky’s lies. The soldier tries to hide his annoyance at the crime lord not believing him. It would be easier if it was the police. Also why is it Red Hood who appeared. Teh alarms are turned off.

He shakes his head as those thoughts can wait until later. “We’re on the run okay!” he says a bit snappily. He needed to seem embarrassed. “I got caught up with the wrong people.”

Hood stares at him still before sighing heavily and relaxes. He puts his gun away and looks towards the stairs. “I’m going to check on the librarian. You gave her a fucking scare appearing here outta nowhere.” He starts walking towards the stairs before stopping and glaring at Peter and Bucky. “Do not move.” There was a warning in his voice. He then was gone leaving Bucky and Peter alone once again.

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Jason looks at babs worriedly even though she looks fine physically he didn’t trust she was actually fine. “When did you notice they were in here?” 

“When I told you guys through the comms.” She answers while still watching the screen where it shows the two just sitting in front of the computer. Waiting quietly. 

Jason nods slowly as he watches the screen too. Trying to mentally dissect every movement From them. “Do you think they are the same people From earlier?”

Babs shakes her head no. “The bigger guy from earlier had a metal arm. This guy I haven't seen any traces of one. Also the kid seems to be very anxious, not calm and collected.” She looks specifically at the Teen. Jason noticed it too. The kid was extremely fidgety, playing with a pencil and it was clear even from the camera angle that the kid's leg was shaking. 

Jason sighs but nods. “I'll head down now and kick them out.”

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Peter couldn't calm down. They were caught. No way they weren't caught. Red Hood has been seen with the other Bats. That means that he should know about what happened earlier. He groans loudly and slams his head on the table. The keyboard is being pushed back more. 

Bucky gives a sigh before sitting next to Peter and looks at him boredly. “we’re fine, Kid. That Jackass would be running in here guns blazing if he knew who we were.” He kept his voice quiet so no chance any outside ears heard him. 

Peter looks up slightly and glares at Bucky. “This is all your fault, you know.” it wasn't a question and Bucky knew this. 

The Super soldier crosses his arms and glares right back at the teen. “How is this my fault?”

Before Peter could even start ranting his spidey senses light up the back of his neck and he turns around and looks at the stairs as the man covered in kevler comes walking down them. 

Bucky doesn't look over yet as he crosses his arms and just watches Peter. “I'm waiting for an answer Pete.”

Peter understood what Bucky was doing and turned back towards his ‘dad’. “I'm sorry I was trying not to embarrass you in front of a vigilante but I guess I have no choice now do I?” He straightens his back and goes towards Bucky with a fire in his eyes. “You were the one that was always gone most of my life. You were the one that drove mom away when you came back and did nothing but drink. You were the reason I had to leave my life because of some stupid gambling debt!” He was yelling at the end. Bucky’s eyes widened slightly at the acting. 

“Kid….” Bucky tries to say as his shoulders sag and his eyes become sorrowful. He know that Red Hood guy was watching them at this point. 

“No! Don't you dare Kid me!” Peter full on screams at him as he starts shaking. “I'm scared Dad! Why can't you understand that! We're not all soldiers who can just tough our way through things!”

Bucky reaches towards Peter but his hand is smacked away. He frowns and tries again this time succeeding in grabbing Peter's shoulder and pulling him into a tight hug. “I'm scared too.” He whispers softly to him. He looks up at Red Hood.

The vigilante was just watching silently but soon he clears his throat and Peter jumps. “The Librarian says she is fine and would just like you two to leave. Do you guys have anywhere to stay?”

Bucky went to open his mouth but Peter talked over him. “No Mister Red Hood Sir.” 

Red Hood cocks his head to the side before chuckling lightly. “Just call me Red Hood kid.” He then thinks before sighing. “I'll talk to my buddies to see if there is anywhere you two can stay.” Before he walks back towards the stairs he stops and looks between Bucky and Peter. “ya safe with him right Kid?”

Peter gives a soft nod and cuddles close to Bucky. “I do, don't take me away from him. Please?” He sounded on the verge of tears. 

Red Hood gives a nod and heads upstairs once again to talk to his friends. Peter and Bucky watch him go. 

Once the man was out of sight Peter quickly tries to dry his eyes and hides him in Bucky’s chest. Bucky’s arms went up in shock as his eyes widened slightly "hug me…” Peter whispers, trying not to laugh. 

Hesitantly Bucky does as told and wraps his arms around Peter gently. “Why are we hugging?” He mumbles softly. His chest rumbling makes Peter naturally lean more into his new father figure and relax. 

“I have a plan. Just trust me.” He tells him before slowly forcing himself away. “Just follow my lead and keep acting like a worried father.”

Bucky was still confused but gave a simple nod before shifting his stance slightly and resting a hand on Peter's shoulder. “We also need to discuss what happened to us…” he reaches with His free hand to touch a matching white streak in Peter's hair. “Our hair is different.”

Peter nods as he frowns slightly and crosses his arms. A slight shiver coursing through his body making him shift closer to Bucky. “You're also faster than you were before…I also keep getting angry…and feeling green I guess.”

“Green,” Bucky asks slowly as he thinks to himself. “I think….yeah I understand what you mean.” He pulls Peter closer instinctually to try and warm his pup up. His head was not registering the messed up thought. “I saw it when that Red Hood fella was holding a gun. I wanted to….I don't know.” He frowns, getting frustrated. 

The Arackid nods slowly as he tries to think. 

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Red Hood sighs as he stands in Bab’s office as he tries to think on what to do. He soon gives up and connects back onto the comms. “We have a situation.”

“What’s the situation?” Bruce asks, his tone as bland as ever. 

“The intruders were a veteran and a kid. They are apparently trying to hide from someone.” He soon leans against the wall as Babs is just watching while listening through her own ear piece. 

“Do you trust them? They could be lying and be the same people From earlier.” Dick butt's in like his opinion mattered to Jason.  

Jason rolls his eyes and taps on the wall with his free hand. Getting irrationally angry. “that's the fucking issue you dipshit.” He knows he was unnecessarily rude but he couldn't help it. “The veteran Doesn't have that metal arm you were talking about. His kid is also fucking terrified.”

“They could be faking.” Bruce tries to add. Wow such useful fucking news.

“Oh geeze. No wonder you're the greatest detective.” His voice was leaking with sarcasm. The tapping on the wall became more fierce and he tried to remember his breathing techniques. “So what the fuck should I do?”

He can hear Bruce sigh which gives him some joy. “Bring them to the manor and say that Batman can give them protection.”

Jason sighs and just exits Off the comms once again. Bruce didn't deserve an answer. He glares ahead of him and slowly that cursed green leaves his vision slowly. “I'll go tell them the news then” he tells Babs as he pushes himself off of the wall. The Crime Lord plans on just dropping the two new issues off at the mansion then head home. It is already way past time for him to go to sleep anyways. He had shit to do in the morning.

He sighs to himself as he heads back to the stairs and goes down them. Listening to see if the father and son were talking to each other. He only heard quiet whispering. He was getting angry when he was listening to that kid yell at his father. He didn’t blame him. The dad sounds like a piece of shit. 

The anger was rising again so he takes a deep breath and then steps down onto the bottom floor and walks to the two. His shoulders squared and tense. He just stares them down silently. He wants them to squirm and be anxious. 

The dad subtly moves to stand more in front of his son while the boy tilts his head to the side. He was messing with his Dad’s shirt slightly as he gulped. “D-Did you find somewhere for us to stay?”

Jason stares at him for a second before sighing once again and shifts his position only slightly. He shifts his gaze from the kid to the dad. “Yeah, taking you to Bruce Wayne’s mansion. The guy was willing to take you in.”

The boy looks at him with slightly confused eyes while the dad stands taller and glares at Jason darkly. “What does some rich Playboy want with me and my boy.” It was clear form his ton and how tense he was on what the dad was insinuating. 

“Dad!” The poor boy yelled mortified but Jason couldn’t help it. He started laughing. He was telling Dick and Tim this later. “I’m so sorry Mr Red Hood Sir!”  The kid was all sorts of red as he looked at Jason. 

“Don’t worry Kid, that was pretty fucking funny.” his laugh was slowly subsiding. “Also, Bruce Wayne wants nothing like that from the kid. He just likes to stick his nose into everyone's business. Like some fucking shrink or someshit.”

“Do you know him well?” The veteran asks as he relaxes slightly. He still watched Jason’s every move. Jason wasn’t much different in that sense though. He was watching him like a hawk too.

Jason starts walking towards the door and waves at them to follow. “You can say that. B is friends with him or something like that. So back in the day I used to see him.” He hears only one set of heavy footsteps behind him as he frowns from under his mask and turns his head to see who was silent. He was expecting it to be the timid teen but the Dad’s footsteps were dead silent as he walked. Even in those heavy boots. He just turns back around and keeps walking.

When they get outside Jason was happy to see that the Batmobile was sent to them so he could get the mansion. “Alright get inside.” He tells the two issues as he waits impatiently outside of the car. No way he was going to get in first and risk them running off. He wants answers on who they are.

The Larger male looks at Jason quietly before opening the car door and moving tot the side so his son could get in. The small teen looks at his father then at Jason. He blushes and ducks his head.  Getting inside the car quickly.  The dad smirks slightly and follows the teen inside. Jason didn’t care all that much on trying to figure out what had just happened. He just closes the door by kicking it before getting in himself. Starting the drive back to the manor to get the new guests situated.

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Peter glares at Bucky from the corner of his eye as Red Hood drives them to wherever they are going. “Bitch.” he whispers almost silently under his breath.

Bucky rolls his eyes as he leans back in the car seat. Resting his head back. “I clearly wasn't wrong.” Bucky replies to the teen in the same quiet tone.

“Don’t care. Shouldn’t have said that.” Was the reply that was hissed back. His face became even redder.

“I was just making an observation.”

“Bullshit.” Peter turns fully towards Bucky and glares him down. He said it a little louder than he meant to as Bucky and Peter both see Red Hood’s helmet tilt slightly in the rearview mirror. The teen huffs and crosses his arms. Falling back and resting his back on the door now as he watches Bucky closely. His voice went back to that whisper. “You just wanted to embarrass me.”

Bucky gives him a shit eating grin as he sits up slightly. “I mean, how could I not mention the fact that he has very thick-” Bucky was cut off from his whispering but the car came to a sudden stop. Unlike Peter who just stuck to the seat by grabbing them quickly, the soldier went forward and hit his head on the seat in front of him with a grunt.

“We’re here.” Red Hood says and gets out of the car.

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The inside of the manor was quiet as they small group walks to the door. Red Hood opening it for them. Bucky turning his head side to side before he enters the building. You never know when a surprise attack is waiting for you. Once inside he slides to the side and waits right on the inside as he waits for Peter to enter. 

Peter walks inside as he hums to himself. He wasn't tense or nervous as his spider senses were still just a dull thrum in the back of his head like it has been since he woke up. He still glances around his surroundings as he tries to take in the old vintage style of the mansion. It sort of reminded him of a haunted mansion. He shivers at the idea. 

“So where is this Bruce Wayne fellow?” Bucky asks as he looks at Red Hood. Leveling the vigilante with a glare as he squares his shoulders and sets his jaw. He knows he should trust Peter, but it is hard to get rid of his years of training. Never trust anyone.

Red Hood watches Bucky as he steps inside behind Peter. Closing the door silently. “He should be with some of the others in the dining room.” He crosses his arms and Bucky can feel the glare even through the mask. “Follow me.” The man grunts and walks off towards the Dining room Bucky suspects. 

The super soldier looks at his ‘kid’ to see if he understands what all of that attitude Is about but Peter just shrugs and starts following Red Hood. The kid's shoulders are tense though as he walks. His eyes glancing around at everything.

Bucky takes a deep breath and walks behind everyone as he takes in everything and looks for anything that is possibly hidden on their short walk. He takes note of how many steps it takes to get to their destination and which floorboards creaked. He notices how spotless this old manor looked. Not even a cobweb hanging on a corner. 

soft whispers are heard behind a door in front of them that Bucky knows he shouldn't be able to hear from his position. He couldn't exactly make out the words though. He can tell Peter can hear them as the Arckid’s head tilts slightly to the side as he listens. The teen glances back at Bucky and just looks at him silently like he was trying to speak with his eyes. Bucky really needs to tell him he isn't very good at that. 

Red Hood noticeably becomes even more tense and his fists seem to clench Before he pushes the door open to lead the guests into the room. Peter was quick to follow the masked man so the door didn't shut on them. Bucky walks in behind him. Raising his arm to hold the door Open for Peter even though he was behind the kid. 

He gets a nod of gratitude before the teen seems to fold in on himself as he loons around the room. Looking shy and nervous. The soldier has to fight the urge to hold the kid to his chest and try and comfort The scared pup. 

He walks into the room behind his pup and sees why the kid suddenly became nervous. There were four people sitting around. Two sitting at the table, one leaning on a wall and another standing up from his seat at the end of the table. 

That must be Bruce Wayne. 

Bruce is a large man standing almost as tall as Steve and being noticeably well built. He was clearly strong and at least went to The gym regularly. This didn't ease the Winter Soldier's nerves. 

Bucky takes in the look of the others next. His eyes scanned the guy leaning on the wall. The kid looks half asleep holding a cup of coffee. The smell was strong and clearly too much caffeine for a kid around Peter's age. The teen has black hair and what looks like blue eyes. He was wearing one of those blanket hoodie things. What does Clint call them? Snuffies? Suggle? Snuggle? Smuggle? Something like that. 

The Winter Soldier releases a slight digh and turns to look at one of the people sitting at the table. Ignoring Bruce who was almost to them. The larger of the two was clearly an adult. Maybe in his twenties. He also has black hair and a lighter color of blue for his eyes than the caffeine addict. His skin was also darker leaving him much tanner looking than most people in this room. He was watching the group with sharp eyes but a playful smile. 

The last person was just A kid. He was around the age of ten if Bucky were to guess. He was also tanner than the other but followed the black hair trend among the family. The scowl on his face, it was hard to tell his eye color. 

“You two must be the new guests.” Bruce says as he smiles politely. Reaching a hand towards Bucky to shake. The soldier subtly moves to stand in front of Peter and crosses his arms. Just watching the man with narrowed eyes. 

“I'm James and this is my son Peter.” was his response. He needs to stay on edge and watch his surroundings. This was a new situation and it isn't safe to be too relaxed. 

Peter steps from being behind his father figure. He smiles respectfully to the billionaire as he takes his hand and shakes it. “I'm sorry for my dad. He doesn't know how to accept help.”

Bruce gives an amused smile as he shakes Peter's hand and hums softly. “I think that is a common trait among fathers.” Peter gives a wide grin to Bruce as he nods excitedly. 

“Most likely. I’ve witnessed it many times.” He gives a soft laugh before pulling his hand away from the older man and looking over at the other people in the room. He blushes slightly and gives a nervous laugh. He has grown used to talking to older people due to always being with the Avengers. He forgot about the other people in the room. Suddenly his senses spike to a high alert.

The Spider kid raises his hand quickly and catches an apple that was thrown at him from the direction of the table. He blinks wide eyedly at the fruit in his hand then looks at the table. “Umm, thank you?” He asks questioningly. His voice pitched slightly higher than normal from the confusion. 

The kid was standing now and was just glaring daggers at Peter. “I do not approve of these strangers being here.” The kid says his tone is harsh and almost deadly. “They could be dangerous!”

Peter backs away and raises his hands in the universal show of meaning no harm. “I couldn’t even hurt a fly if I tried, let alone a house full of giants.” It didn’t escape his notice how most people in the room are taller than him. The only person who wasn't was the said child.

Bucky grabs Peter’s shoulder and drags him back and away from the danger. A sound that was almost like a growl leaving his throat. Bruce seems to be tense now as he looks at the kid. The adult at the table looks at the kid and gives a gentle sigh. “Come on Dam, they clearly mean no harm to us. I am also confident that we can protect ourselves.” He moves to stand next to the kid but gives a slight flinch at the movement.

“How can you say that when you are already injured?” The kid turns to glare at his older brother. Bruce was still doing nothing and was just watching. Red Hood also was just standing there and the kid leaning against the wall looked asleep while standing. 

The brat turns to glare at Peter and Bucky once again and his hand twitches as he watches them. The look in his eyes set Peter’s nerves on edge. He has seen that look in villains' eyes. They shouldn’t be in the eyes of just a child.

Suddenly Peter’s senses scream in his head as he looks over at Bucky who was tense. He then notices that growling noise coming from the older man. It was subtle and quiet but also very unusual. It wasn't a  noise a human should be making. 

Peter laughs nervously as he looks around the room at everyone. Bruce has his arms crossed and was staring at the child who was looking right back at him. It was like they were talking with their eyes. The other adult in the room looked exasperated at the whole situation. The teen was still asleep against the wall. 

Finally the brat just huffs and sits back down. Looking away from everyone with his arms crossed. “Sorry about him.” Bruce says as he looks back at his guests with a strained smile. “He doesn't care too much about new people.”

Peter looks at the billionaire then at Bucky slowly. Bucky’s gaze was still on the child but he was no longer growling. “It's fine.” Peter tells the older man. “Kids can be like that sometimes.”

Bruce gives a soft chuckle before realizing he never introduced The others in the room. “That's right, let me introduce you to my sons.” He goes back to the table to sit down. Bucky and Peter just stand in the doorway awkwardly as he looks at them. 

“If you got them now, then I'm leaving.” Red Hood informs Bruce rather harshly before just leaving the room before anyone can say anything.

Peter watches the vigilante leave silently as he frowns slightly. There is clearly distrust between him and this Bruce fellow. that leaves doubts for if they are safe here or not. 

“Why don't you guys come and sit down? Alfred my Butler will be bringing us some food to eat as I bet you guys are starving.” Bruce's words were kind but for some reason Peter felt a little offended. Here he is just assuming they were starving like they were homeless or something. 

Right then Peter’s stomach growls.

The poor teen begins to blush darkly as he turns his head away from everyone and clears his throat. “I think that sounds good.”

Peter starts walking towards the table but Bucky grabs the back of his shirt. Choking the poor boy. The soldier stares at Bruce's with narrowed, distrustful eyes. “How do we know you didn't poison it or somethin’”. The Russian accent slipping in slightly. 

“Oh my god, another Damian….” The oldest Son mumbles under his breath in amazement. Peter couldn't help looking at him confused. The two meet eyes and the teen notices the older man tenses up for a millisecond before relaxing again. He then grins and waves like an excited puppy to Peter. 

Peter simply shrugs and looks back at the soldier and crosses His arms. “Do you really think they would poison us? Come on, that is soooo the 1950's.” He rolls his eyes at his father figure's paranoia. 

“This house looks like it was built in the 1950’s.” Bucky retorts back to the brat but goes to the table anyways and sits down in an empty seat in front of the oldest son. Peter Sits next to Bucky and is faced in front of the youngest son. 

“It was actually built in 1939.” The youngest says proudly as he puffs Out his chest with a huff. He almost seemed to be offended to be in the same presence as Peter and Bucky. 

The teen gives a slight laugh as he looks at the kid. “I was close….” He really didn't want to start another fight. He clears his throat and looks down towards the table nervously. 

“Close doesn't count for anything.” The kid says harshly, earning a sharp look from Bruce. 

“Damian that is enough.” Bruce warns his child while tilting his head slightly down. Giving that disappointed dad look. 

The child named Damian looks at his father in the eyes and holds his glare before looking away. “I was just being honest, Father.”

Peter looks at Bruce quickly as he looks slightly worried. “Please don't get upset with your son. It was my fault, truly.” His eyes were slightly wide as he didn't want the young Wayne boy to get in trouble Because of him.

“Brat, if he gets in trouble it's his own fault not yours.” Bucky tells his ‘son’ while rolling his eyes. Glancing over the other's demeanor. He notices quickly that no one had their elbows on the table. Even the other teen boy who looked almost dead in his seat had his arms politely in his lap and was sitting up as straight as possible. The head of the manor had his forearms resting on the edge of the table but his elbows dared not to touch. 

Easily the soldier fixes his posture. Moving so his back straightens out. He moves his arms off of the table then turns to look at Peter. “No elbows on the table, Kid.”

Peter looks up at Bucky confused as he doesn't remove his arms from where they laid on the table. His body slouched over. So Bucky reaches out and fixes his posture. 

“We are guests. So we must follow their rules.” Bucky explains to the boy who wasn't looking at him now but was glancing slightly behind his ‘father’ and at Bruce who was staring at Bucky’s visible hand. His spider senses ho off. with the Oldest reaction early it seems like they know something. 

“They know something about us.” Arackid tells the older hero quietly. His mouth barely moved. He then squirms and pushes away Bucky’s hands and glares at him. “I'm not a little kid you know.” 

The Winter Soldier rolls his eyes and sits back in his seat as The door opens. An older gentleman walks in wearing a butler's uniform and pushes in a serving tray full of delicious smelling food. “Watch yourself.” Bucky huffs to Peter in an almost silent voice. It sounded almost just like a sigh. The teen heard though and gave a minute nod. 

“I didn't know what our guests liked so I made a little bit of Everything.” The butler explains as he parks the cart of food next to the table and starts laying out the food. Allowing Peter to see the mouth watering food that had his stomach rumbling. 

Even though he knows he needs to be cautious, he can't help being hungry. His metabolism is way too high for that. 

Once the butler was finished Peter looks at the man andsmileds brightly. “Thank you so much Sir.”

The butler smiles gently back to the teen and bows slightly to him. “Call me Alfred.”

“Thank you Mister Alfred.” Peter replied happily as he looked back towards the food. 

Alfred pauses as he stands up straight. “Just Alfred is fine, I am just a butler.”

Peter frowns as he looks back over at the polite man. “I was raised to be polite, so Mister Alfred.”

The fond smile that overtakes the older gentleman’s features had Bruce giving his own smile. 

Once Alfred left Bruce looked at the two guests as they were just waiting patiently to grab their food even as the others grabbed what they wanted to eat. 

Bucky looks over at Bruce and gives a soft sigh. “You still haven't introduced us to the other kids yet.”

That gives the older man a pause. He is usually more in control of these sorts of situations but something about these two newcomers are throwing him off. It could be because his head isn't totally here either. The fact remains that his oldest son Was attacked by two unknowns, who might be Russian spies. Who suddenly disappeared into the night. Just as these two pop up in Barbara's Library seemingly out of thin air. It isn't adding up.

“don't worry Dad, I got this.” The oldest Don says as he smiles as straightens his back more and gives a lazy smile. His head tilted to the side letting his hair cascade around his face. “My name Is Richard Grayson. Bruce's oldest son and of course adopted as you can tell by my last name.” He has this air of calm around him as he speaks. “But you can call me Dick.”

Peter looks at Dick as he grins happily. “It's nice to meet you Mr. Grayson.”

Dick pauses as he looks at the younger boy. “I said you can call me Dick. If you aren't comfortable with that Richard is fine too.”

The Spider teen frowns as he looks at Dick with narrowed eyes. “No thank you Mr. Grayson.”

Bruce gives a hearty laugh while Bucky on the other hand rubs the bride of his nose. “Is Your son always like this, James?” The Billionaire found it amusing but all the soldier can think about is how much he used to beg the brat to please stop calling him ‘Mister Winter Soldier Sir’. It was just way too long. 

“You can't even blame me or his ma’ for dis shit.” Bucky grumbles as he looks at Peter with a glare. No real heat behind it though. “Brat think He real funny.” a bit of that Accent is coming back out but it wasn't so strongly resembling that Russian aspect of it at the moment.

The oldest just gives a soft sigh and shakes his head. “So don't expect him to drop it huh?” He asks with a kind but also exasperated Smile. Bucky and Peter just grin.

“I guess I might as well go next since Drake is still half asleep.” The murderous child grumbles as he crosses his arms and glares daggers at the two house guests. 

“Be nice Damian.” Bruce warns his youngest child but he already knew the kid wouldn't listen to his words.

The kid, like Bruce predicted, ignored him. “I'm Damian Wayne. Father's one and only true son. The rest of these sons are just wannabe posers.” The child spoke harshly and with such a cold tone. 

Bucky goes to open his mouth to refute whatever the kid just said but does get the chance as Peter just gives a low whistle. “You definitely are his son. I've seen some kids from rich people and they all act just like you.” The words weren't rude or anything as Peter didn't want to be rude to just a kid. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Damian asks in a very affronted tone. His eyes narrowed in disgust like Peter was just some vermin. Jokes on him, Peter was actually an arachnid. 

Peter pouts slightly as he truly didn't mean to offend him. “I don't mean to be rude. I've learned from going to parties with a mentor of mine, most rich parents don't exactly.” Peter pauses as he tries to think on how to phrase this. “Parent their child.”

Multiple noises were heard around the table. Dick was choking as he was trying hard not to laugh but was failing. The middle child had no issues with snorting while his eyes finally opened to look over at Bruce who looked aghast at the words he just heard. Peter is also guessing the gasoline of horror was from him too. Damian had squawked at the accusation. Finally Bucky, Bucky was nearly falling out of the chair from laughing so hard. 

“You Brat you can’ be Sayin’ shit like dat!” Bucky cries as he couldn't stop laughing. The sentence was rushed and loud. The soldier reaches over and starts hitting Peter on the shoulder Hard. The teen barely moved from assault though. 

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Peter asks, confused. 

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Peter and Bucky are sitting in what is going to be Peter’s new room at the mansion. Peter is sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and hugging a pillow to his chest as he is finally letting the gravity of the situation hit him. Tears fall down his face silently as he just stares blankly ahead. 

Bucky was pacing the floor with his arms crossed to try and keep them from fidgeting. He is an adult so he needs to figure this situation out and get both Peter and himself home somehow. He doesn't know how he can do that though. How can he possibly fix this situation that should be impossible!?” The soldier’s vision was starting to turn green and he wasn’t stopping it, he was letting his anger boil and fester into this nasty green.

Suddenly the most heartbreaking sob leaves the teens body as Peter’s body jolts forward and he curls in on himself. Hugging the pillow so tightly to himself that the seams started to rip but he didn’t care. The pain and sorrow from the idea of never seeing his friends. Never having his lab days with Tony. Bantering with Clint. Learning deadly and awesome skills from Natasha. Never seeing his Aunt May again. Trying to eat her horrible cooking. Ordering pizza after she almost burns the kitchen down for the third time that week. Getting teased about his girl troubles. No more seeing his Aunt May fumble when trying to talk to Happy.

The sobbing and crying became harder as he couldn't stop. Bucky goes over to the Kid quickly to try and calm him down. Sitting next to Peter, Bucky gently rubs his back while shushing him softly. “Hey Peter, it’s okay. I promise it’ll be okay. We can figure this shit out.” He was way too out of his depth here. He doesn’t know how to comfort people. Let alone teenagers who seem to have stopped breathing.

“Shit! Peter!” Bucky calls to the kid as he quickly yanks the boys body up and has Peter face him and not having his face shoved into the bed. Peter looks at him with glassy pain filled eyes. It was like he didn’t even notice he wasn’t even breathing at the moment. Tears just continued to fall along with snot. Bucky thought it looked disgusting but that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

As gently but also as urgently as he could, Bucky pulls Peter onto his lap. Gently he pushes the kid’s head into his shoulder and uses his free arm to start rubbing circles onto Peter’s back. “You need to breathe, okay?” Bucky’s voice was gruff still but he spoke quietly and  tried to sound comforting. “Come on Brat, listen to me.” He begged, but there was still nothing from Peter. It was like the kid shut down. Bucky pushes Peter back slightly by his shoulders to look at the kid’s face and watches it as it was turning blue. The poor boy was still shaking from trying to hold in his sobs. “Kid, no. no no no no.” Bucky whispers as his own eyes filled with tears. “Let it out, don’t hold it in. You’re hurting right now. It’s okay to hurt. I’m not gonna judge you for it.”

Peter Breaks into another loud and soul crushing sob. “W-why!” Peter cries as he reaches his hands up to roughly rub at his eyes. Trying to dry the tears that just wouldn’t stop falling. “Why is this happening to us! What did we do to deserve any of this!”

“You haven’t done anything to deserve this Peter.” Bucky whispers softly to him. Holding his shoulder with his right hand, not trusting to grip him with his metal hand even if that green is out of his vision. “But I’ve done plenty to des-” The Winter Soldier was cut off but a hard slap to the face that echoed through the room. His head getting whipped to the side by the sheer force of it.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence! That wasn't you! You are amazing and kind and caring!” Peter’s eyes turned harsh as he glares at Bucky angrily. Pissed that the soldier, the Avenger, thought for even a second he deserved to be ripped away from everything he cared about like this. “You don’t deserve to be going through this either!” something acidic was filling Peter’s mouth but he didn’t care. He needed Bucky to understand. 

Bucky smiles softly to the kid and runs a hand through his own hair while shaking his head. “You think too highly of me. I still need to try and make up for everything I have done. Even if you tell me it wasn’t me, That will never be fully true.”

“I’ll smack you.” 

“You already did Brat.” Bucky starts chuckling as he falls back on the bed fully and covers his eyes with his arm. “My face still fucking hurts yo freak.”

Peter moves so he is laying on his back next to Bucky as he rolls his eyes. “You are just a lil bitch Dad.” The teen smirks as Bucky turns his head quickly to look at him.

Bucky raises one of his perfectly bushy eyebrows at the teen before grinning and tackling the boy off of the bed as they both go flying to the floor. He starts tickling Peter’s sides and under his arms as the poor spider ten was le tojust gaspand laugh loudly. His face turns red as he runs out of breath.

“Mr. Barnes stop!” Peter begs before breaking down laughing once again.

“Apologize.” Bucky says with an evil grin as he fixes his position so his knee is pushing into Peter’s stomach so he couldn’t get away. “Then maybe I’ll have mercy.”

The teen squeals and struggles more as his laughing was silent at this point Tears falling down his face from the force of trying not to laugh. He turns his body towardsBucky quickly, throwing the adult off balance before hiking up his knee and kicking Bucky away. The soldier flying and hitting the wall across the room. Luckily only cracked the wall slightly. 

Peter and Bucky stop and just stare at each other wide eyed before both of them dissolve into laughter once again. 

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Down in the Bat Cave Tim was sitting at the bat computer once again and reviewing the body cam footage from Dick fighting the two plausible Russian spies earlier. Meanwhile Dick was pacing in front of Bruce as he was going over dinner. After Peter’s accusation and everyone had calmed down, everything went along fine. They ate dinner in mainly silence besides a few questions Bruce would ask James. It was peaceful. The kid, Peter, seemed to have mentally checked out during the dinner as the poor kid just looked exhausted. 

Dick couldn’t shake the feeling he had though. He knows Peter heard him when he whispered earlier and he was clearly across the room. There was no way a normal teen could hear him talk from that far away. Not only that, when Damian threw that apple at Peter, there was no way that kid could have known or seen to be able to catch it. 

The young adult groans in annoyance as he runs a hand through his hair. “That peter kid isn’t normal.” he finally blurts out as he looks over at his dad. “He heard me talking under my breath and when he caught that apple.”

Bruce sighs lightly as he nods slowly knowing what his oldest son means. “I noticed that too. He could be meta.  Sowe need to keep an eye on him and that father of his. They can still be the people who attacked you earlier.” He walks over to his oldest son. “You also should be resting.”

Dick didn’t have time to reply before Tim suddenly slammed his hand on the table and the kid was grinning. “Did you find something Timbit?” He walks over to the computer and looks over his shoulder. He wasn’t really seeing anything but the paused footage of the fight.

Bruce wasn’t far behind Dick as he looked at the screens also to see what his son might have found. Tim takes mercy on his family as he spins around in the chair to face them. “Dick, you said that their attacks were well coordinated, right?”

Dick nods slightly as he gets even more confused. “Right?” He didn't see where this was going. 

“They weren’t Looking over the footage. They are so far from being coordinated with each other. Spiderman constantly almost punches that Winter Soldier guy multiple times because he gets in his way. It’s the same the other way around too. The soldier would have to stop mid punch because the Spider would just jump in front of his fist to start fighting again.” Tim was grinning as he was explaining. 

“Why is this such a big deal?” Dick asks confusedly but Bruce chuckles lightly as he shakes his head.

“It means they aren’t used to fighting each other or they are used to fighting alone.” he looks back at the screen as he crosses his arms. “That means they will be easy to overwhelm and take down when together. We can use their inexperience with fighting with each other against them.”

“Exactly!” Tim yells happily before yawning tiredly. 

“Go to bed, both of you. It is almost time for day shift anyways.” Bruce tells his boys as he heads towards the stairs himself. 

“You don;t have to tell me twice.” Dick calls before quickly running ast the older Wayne and running up the steps. Tim lagged behind as he walked like the walking dead. Didn’t look much better than them either.

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Tony was pacing in his lab as he waited for some sort of results to come back from Bruce about whatthat water possibly could be. Tony was a mess already and it has only been twelve hours since Peter and Bucky went missing into that green goo and haven’t been back out. The pond wasn’t that deep. Tony used a fathometer to determine that that murky green goo or water was only four feet deep at the deepest. So Buckya nd Peter should have come right back out.  Or if they had knocked their heads and drowned or some shit like that, then the fathometer should have picked up the shapes of their body. But it didn’t. 

It was like the two just disappeared. 

“God damnit!” Tony yells as he throws his tools onto the ground in pure anger. The door to his lab opens up as the scientist turns around to look at who entered. 

“Tony, you need to sleep.” Bruce says as he walks over to his friend sadly. Bruce had dark circles under his eyes himself as he was barely sleeping to begin with due to nightmares about the war with thanos was still fresh in his mind. Now with two of his friends missing he doesn’t think he can take his own advice.

Tny glares at his fellow scientist and avenger as he tries to keep from tapping on the desk behind him or even from making a bigger mess while lost in his anger. “Sleep! You want me to fucking sleep when Peter and Bucky are missing!” He slams his fist onto the desk as he wants the shaking to stop. To stop seeing Peter's Face in his head when he was turned to ash. “Steve is out there looking for them and I’m stuck here running tests! My kid is out there!” He just screams in frustration and a poor trashcan was his next victim as it was now across the room. Dum-E whirs sadly as his little robotic arm turns like he was looking at Tony.

Bruce goes over to his long time friend and starts cleaning up the mess that was made silently. Tony just falls to his knees next to him as he stares at his hands. “I can’t lose them Bruce…”

“And you won’t.” Was the reply that sounded like a promise. “We will find them no matter what. We will not abandon our friends, but right now, the team needs you in the right state of mind to help us get through this so we can find them.” Bruce looks over at Tony and tries to give him a reassuring smile. “Since Cap is currently awol.”

“What!” Tony yells as he jumps up. His eyes widened as he started pacing once again. “I thought he was just looking for Peter and Bucky! What do you mean he is awol!”

“We lost contact with him completely. It isn’t for sure, but when did you know Cap did not answer his phone? Especially when Natasha calls him.

Tony sighs heavily. “It has only been twelve hours. We won’t officially declare him awol until he is missing for at least two days. Got it?” He looks at Bruce with so much exhaustion and the scientist just nods as they go back to cleaning.

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Early the next morning at the Wayne manor, Alfred was making his way to James’ room to call him down for some breakfast. He decided he should get the adult first just in case Peter needed him. He did hear some of the commotion last night when he was making his rounds before going to bed himself. He was torn up with worry, but hearing James in there with the boy helped ease his worries. 

Alfred sighs softly and knocks on James’ door before pushing it open. “I’m sorry to bother you Master James.” Alfred looks into the room and a small smile falls on his face seeing the empty bed that was still made from the night before. It seems that James never made it back to his room. 

Shaking his head he heads towards Peter’s room now to get both of the new guests. He hopes the boy is alright. He can still remember the nights when they headfirst brought Master Richard in.How scared the boy was.  It wasn’t much  better with Jason nor Damian either. The  only one that was slightly on the easy side was Master Timothy as the boy had been very adamant about everything.

A chuckles leaves the old butler as he arrives in front of Master Peter’s door. He knocks on it before opening it. “Master James and Master Peter I am sorry for the intrusion.” Allfred says as he looks into the room before pausing at the sight. 

Peter was sound asleep hanging halfway off of the bed. His legs draped over James’ stomach as he was asleep sideways in the bed. James was awake and was watching Alfred with narrowed eyes. His hand twitched and reached towards the pillow.

“No need for that Master James.” Alfred tells the other adult calmly as he doesn’t even bother worrying about the idea that James has a gun so close to a teenager. He should set up some rules though. “I have just come to tell you guys breakfast is ready. I would recommend getting to the kitchen to get some coffee before Master Timothy steals all of it.” 

The ex-military man watches the butler for a moment before sighing and tossing Master Peter’s legs off of the bed so the teen falls fully onto the floor. “Alright, thanks Alfred.” The soldier tells him before stretching his arms above his head and getting out of bed. The adult was just in a loose white t-shirt and boxers. So that metallic arm was on plain view as it shines in the sight light coming from the closed curtains.

Peter whines from his spot on the floor as he curls around himself shivering. “Why is it so cold!” the poor kid cries as he tries to yank the blanket off of the bed to cover up.

“Now now Master Peter.” Alfred says softly as he goes over to the boy. He didn’t believe it was all that cold but he could be mistaken since he is wearing his full uniform at the moment. “I’ll find you some warmer clothes. I don’t think Master Timothy will mind too much in sharing some clothes with you.” 

Peter just whines again but sits up for his position on the floor. He looks up at Alfred with his sleepy brown eyes that has a ring of red around the iris. “As long as it doesn’t bother him. I don’t wanna be a burden to anyone.” He gives a small yawn while trying to wake up. “You guys are already helping us so much as it is.”

“Just accept the help маленький паук.” James says as he sits on the edge of the bed with his jeans back on now. He looks over at Alfred and gives a slight nod. “Thank you for telling us about breakfast. You can head back down to everyone, we can find our own way there.” 

Alfred looks at James for a moment before nodding as he heads out of the room and starts his walks back to the dining hall as he thinks about the interactions he just had with the two. He was filled in this morning about the attack on Nightwing last night and he is pretty confident now that they have the two suspects in the manor at the moment. 

“Little Spider, huh.”

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Peter looks at Bucky as he pulls the blanket around himself tighter. “Your whole arm was on display ya know.” he points out to his ‘dad’. “The arm that you should be hiding and that connects us to attacking that vigilante bird person.”

“Nightwing.” Bucky says intelligently as he gives a slight smirk to Peter. The spider teen just throws his shoe at the soldier that was right next to him. 

“Not the time!” He yells at him and stands up finally but shivers again when the blanket falls off of his shoulders. Bucky gives a heavy sigh as he goes over to Peter and puts the jacket that he stole from the library on the kid instead. 

“You look like you are freezing. Plus, no one should know about that unless they are those weird bird people themselves.” He tries to point out to the worrier. 

Peter hugs the jacket close as he sighs in relief at the slight warmth. “Who says the people here aren’t them, huh?” he glares at Bucky once again. 

Bucky pulls on his own jacket that has the left sleeve cut off and shows off his metal prosthetic. He puts his pistol on its holster along with his knife that he had hidden on the side of the bed. “Yeah right, a bunch of millionaires running around fighting crime. You’re crazy.”

Peter just watches Bucky for a moment longer before sighing heavily. “Tony Stark.”

“Oh shit.”

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“I mean there is still a chance that they don’t know.” Peter tries to reassure Bucky as they make their way to the dining room. 

Buky looks at Peter with a slight glare. “With what you told me, there is no way they don’t know we were the ones that attacked that bird guy. Hell, one of the people we met was probably that bird guy.”

Peter sighs as he moves to stand in front of Bucky so they could stop walking and actually talk. “But remember what we read?” he asks his father figure. “Red Hood seems to distrust the other batfam members. Why would he just throw us happily into their arms?”

“First.” Bucky says as he raises his hand to silence the hyper teen in front of him. “We are not calling them the batfam. I don’t care what those online people call ‘em.” Peter pouts but gives a slight nod to the adult. “Second, that might be exactly why he did. What if he knew who we were too. Best way to get rid of an enemy is using their enemy.”He walks around Peter and starts their journey back towards the dining room.

“But what if he didn’t!” Peter yells at Bucky as he grabs the soldier’s arm and yanks him back using some of his strength. So Bucky goes stumbling and almost falls to the floor. The soldier looks up at Peter with a deadly glare but the teen doesn’t even pause. “There is no way he knew! So your whole idea makes no sense!” Peter tightens his grip on Bucky’s arm.

Bucky yanks his arm away from Peter, making the teen stumble and fall to his knees from the force. “Then why don’t we just go in there and ask them ourselves huh?” His words were followed by an animalistic snarl. “Then we can see who is right.”

Peter groans in annoyance as he gets back onto his feet. “You aren’t listening!” He could see green filling his vision and he has a strong urge to punch something roughly Bucky shaped. “We can’t just straight up ask them!” The acidic taste from last night was starting to fill his mouth again and he noticed hsi top k9 teeth were much longer and pointier than before. 

“It was your fucking idea to come here.” Bucky tells the teen slowly. His voice is a deep grumbling. He moves towards the kid and crowds him against the wall when the teen backs away. His eyes that were blue are now an electric green color and it was like they were glowing. “We would have been fine on the street. We would have had more freedom.”

“And we would have starved to death!” Peter yells at the soldier. A hissing like noise was leaving him as he stared into Bucky’s eyes. “And who’s fault is it that we are here to begin with!” 

“Are you guys okay?” A concerned voice asks from down the hall. It sounded a lot like Dick’s voice. 

Bucky snarls lowly as he still stares at Peter before punching the wall right next to Peter’s head, leaving a hole where his fist was. “Leave.” he growls into Peter’s ear.

“Gladly, Jackass.” Peter huffs as he shoves Bucky away from him with more force than needed. The soldier fell back into the other wall. Peter runs past Dick and heads straight to the dining room where he smelled the food and could hear people talking.

Dick watches Peter leave before looking at Bucky with concern. “What happened?” He asks him but doesn’t approach the older man. He has a feeling what that was about.

“I don’t fuckin’ know.” The older adult mumbles as he looks at where Peter and him were arguing. His eyes linger on the hole. “I thought I was fixed…” He finally looks over at Dick as his eyes slowly go back to their normal blue color. His russian accent was back in full force.

Dick’s suspicions were fulfilled but he couldn’t help but want to help the older man. “Can I go over there?” He asks nervously.

Bucky chuckles as he slides down the wall to sit on the floor. “I’m not gonna kill ya.” Slowly the younger walks over and sits next to the soldier on the floor. 

“I think I know what happened…..I’m honestly surprised this didn’t end in bloodshed….” He spoke slowly as he tried to think on what to say before he said it, But Bucky deserves to know the truth.

“What do ya mean?” Bucky asks coldly as he turns his head to watch Dick with narrowed eyes. 

Dick scratches the back of his head nervously as he thinks on how to explain this without outing himself. “My family works closely with the vigilantes in Gotham.” he starts off by saying. “So we were told about what happened last night. When I saw you and your son come in last night..Your hair.”

Bucky moves so he was on his fett but still crouching down. “What about our hair?” He was getting suspicious and nervous. Peter is with the others by himself and they do know who they are. They read on how Batman hates mutants, will Metas. Peter is a mutate, that means he is counted as a meta here. What about Bucky himself? With that super soldier serum he is basically a meta too.

“It means you guys were brought back by something called a lazarus pit.” Dick explains after taking a deep breath. “The effects are usually the same throughout whoever is brought back. Which is uncontrollable rage.” He looks back at Bucky and looks into his eyes sadly. “It can also increase a person’s physical abilities along with their senses.”

Bucky drops back down onto his butt as he blinks slowly and just stares at the ground as he thinks before sighing in relief and he begins to laugh. “Thank god.”

Dick stares at Bucky, slack jawed at the reaction. “I just told you you have uncontrollable rage. You attacked your son not even three minutes ago and you're relieved!” Dick didn’t mean to yell but he was shocked. “Fuck, I just told you you died!”

The older male waves Dick off as he keeps laughing softly. “We’ve died before, this ain’t nothin’.” He shakes his head as he stops laughing and just smiles fondly. “I thought something was undone somehow. Now that I know it wasn’t. It was just this lazarus pit thing.” The soldier shakes his head as he starts laughing again. “I have to say I’m relieved and happy.”

The vigilante stares at the other male with wide eyes at the information hee has just received. “Wait wait wait.” Dick says as he jumps up onto his feet and waves his hand in front of him. “You've died before?” He then thinks about the phrasing. “You said we…Does that mean Peter has died too!” 

Bucky just waves his hand in a dismissive way as he sighs. “That isn’t anything to worry about. We came back fine.”

“Dad, you are breaking him.” Peter says as he walks over to the two with Bruce following right behind him. “Also, you suck at keeping secrets. I leave you for a few minutes and you are spilling everything.” Peter gives Bucky a stink eye as he heads towards the wall with a hole in it.

Bucky shrugs as he stands up and goes over to the wall too. He whistles low. “Damn that was a good one.”

“Yeah and you almost hit me in the face!” Peter yells at Buckya as he glares at him. “Even Miss. Black Widow doesn’t do that during training!”

“Black widow?” Bruce asks confusedly as he listens to the two talk to each other. Saving the information to do some research later on. 

“No, she just goes for the throat.” Buky responds as he rolls his eyes. Ignoring Bruce’s comment. “Plus, you said yourself that they already know who we are.”

“I said they Might!” Peter yells at Bucky as he smacks his arm. “Might! Listen to me for once you brute!”

“Can we talk for a second?” Bruce tries to cut in as he walks towards them.

Bucky crosses his arms and raises a perfectly bushy eyebrow at Peter. “That Wasn't a no.”

“I swear to God Dad!” Peter yells as he stomps his foot like an angry bunny.

“Guys!” Bruce finally yells as Bucky and Peter both turn to look at him quickly. Bruce clears his throat as he tries to pull himself back together after that outburst. “Can you please explain to us what is going on?”

Peter blinks a couple of times. “I’m Spiderman. The one that attacked that bird guy yesterday. That is the Winter Soldier who was with me.” He flicks his wrist as he thinks on what to say ext. “Didn’t you guys already know this?”

Bruce sighs heavily as he pinches the bridge of his nose and Dick just overs his face with his hands. “We had an idea, after what  NightWing had shown us last night.”

Peter nods slowly as he listens to them before blushing deeply and looking away. “So you didn’t know…”

Bucky rolls his eyes as he leans against the wall. “But Dick just told me that he heard what happened last night.” He points at the young adult.

“I meant at the library!” Dick defends, mentally unprepared for the shit show that was happening. It was too early for any of this. “Like what Bruce said, we had a thought you guys were but no solid proof!”

“Oh.” Bucky and Peter say intelligently. Peter gives a slight shrug as he tries to swallow down his panic. “Will, now you know.” He gives a nervous laugh. “We still need to apologize to those bird lovers. I didn’t mean for things to escalate like that. 

“Bird lovers?” Dick asks as he looks between disappointed and appalled. Bruce on the other hand looked amused. “Do you mean Nightwing and Red Robin?”

Peter nods happily as he smiles droopily. “Yeah, their costumes were amazing!”

Bruce nods as he sighs softly. He has two possible Russian spies in his manor. Great. This costume talk reminds him of an important fact though. “What about your costume?” He asks the teenager.

Peter looks over at Bruce and shrugs simply. “I do not feel comfortable revealing that knowledge.” He glances over at Bucky before looking back at Bruce. “Just know it is hidden and no one will be able to find it.”

Bruce narrows his eyes but nods slowly. “Okay. Also who do you guys work for?”

“Work for?” Bucky asks as he looks at Bruce. A frown forming on his face. “We work for no one.” He wouldn't exactly say he technically works for the government. That was in their world. Not wherever the fuck they are now.

“Then what is with your accent?” Bruce asks in an accusatory voice. 

The soldier steps towards the billionaire as he nearly snarls. “What are you accusing me of?”

Peter bites his lip as he watches the two older men before going over to Dick. “I am starving. We should go eat. Like now.”

Dick looks at Peter confused but nods slowly. “Okay? I am also curious about the accent though.”

The teen frowns but starts walking away instantly. Dick quickly follows him. “That isn’t any of your business. It’s very personal to Dad. It is from a really bad time so don’t bring it up again.” His voice was harsh but not unkind.

Dick looks at the teen confused but decides to drop the subject. “Alfred made waffles for breakfast. We also have every topping known to mankind too.”

Peter’s eyes light up. He nearly starts drooling. “I’m going to eat like twenty of them.”

The older male looks at Peter with slight amusement. “No way you can.”

The teen smirks up at him. “I bet you twenty dollars I can.”

“Alright then. I bet you twenty you can’t.” 

They shook hands. That morning Dick lost twenty dollars.

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Bruce and Bucky were locked in a staring contest with neither of them speaking. Bucky was listening to make sure the kids were away from them and Bruce was waiting for Bucky to say something. Once The soldier decided the kids were far enough away Bucky decided to start talking. 

“This stays between us.” He snarls at the older man as he runs a hand through his hair. “I was an assassin for an evil organization. I was brainwashed.”

The Billionaire of course doesn’t believe him. “What evil organization is this? There is no way I never would have heard of them.” Bruce’s first thought went to the League of Assassins but he would have heard of someone like James if he was from them.

“They were like a secret cult.” Bucky tries to explain as he grimaces thinking back on that time. “They called themselves Hydra. They have been around since World War II.”

“That brings up the swae point. I would have heard of them.” Bruce combats while shaking his head. 

“You don’t know fucking eerything!” Bucky snaps at him.”They ruined my life. They almost had me kill my best friend. They fucked me up bad.”

Bruce raises his arms but he still watches Bucky with narrowed eyes. “So a completely hidden secret organization with enough power to brainwash someone and has been around since World War II was able to stay completely out of public view?” 

“Exactly.” Bucky says with a heavy sigh. “I don’t even know why I’m trying to explain myself to you. You aren’t going to believe me.”

“Maybe I would if you had some proof.” Bruce retorts as he walks towards Bucky. Looking down at him even though they only have a two inch difference in height. They were standing nearly chest to chest.

Bucky wasn’t going to back down so he glared right back at the older man. “You’re just wasting your time then. Me and my friend destroyed every one of their bases.”

“So you killed them all?” Bruce asks awesome anger leaks into his voice 

“Fucking slaughtered those bastards.” Bucky says with a slight smirk.

Bruce grabs Bucky by the throat and slams him into the wall hard. “They were still human. You didn’t have to kill them.” The anger that Bruce felt was harsh and washing over him like a tsunami. 

The younger man doesn’t even flinch as he stares at Bruce. “What? Let them live and destroy more lives. I’m sorry, I’m not like You. Oops sorry. I mean Batman.” Bucky raises a hand to push on Bruce’s chest, but not hard enough to actually push him away.

The billionaire’s hand tightens instinctively on the soldier’s throat and effectively choking him before his grip loosens again. “How did you…?”

“You just told me.” Bucky snarls at him. “Now let me go before I do something I regret.” Thye green was beginning to fill his vision and he didn’t want to hurt the other man even though he was pissing him off. “Plus, I’m not planning on telling Peter.”

Bruce relaxes only slightly at the news before slowly releasing Bucky and backing away from him. “Go eat.” Bruce waves him off. 

Bucky flips Bruce off before walking off to join the others at breakfast. Bruce On the other hand heads towards his office to think about everything he had just learned.

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Tony sits in the conference room with three cups of coffee around him. Deep bags rest under his eyes as he looks at the other members of his team. “Steve has now been missing for two days. Can someone please give me some clues on where the Capsicle has gone?” Tiny asks in exasperation.

Natasha was tapping her hand on the table as she stared at Tony. “I’ve been to every one of his old safe houses. His home, and even Bucky’s home. There is no sign of him anywhere.”

Clint runs a hand down his face. He hasn’t even been making any jokes the last couple of days. The memories of hat happened during the blip weighed heavily on Clint and Tony along with Bruce. This was bringing back not so fond memories. “I went through bank histories which I have to say, there isn’t much. He uses cash the most often.” He looks over at Bruce as he hopes the scientist found something. “Did you find anything out on that green goo?”

Bruce looks around the table at everyone sadly before looking at the files in front of him. He moves his hand and a projection of what the files said now show cased to the room. “I looked at the chemical compounds of the goo and analyzed anything biometric in it.” He looks at his findings. 

Tony sits up as he reads the notes and the findings. “This shouldn’t be possible.”

“What?” Clint asks as he tries to read what it said but he couldn’t make heads or tails from it. 

“First things first, it is congealed. Which from what I’ve seen within the chemicals. That shouldn’t even be possible.” Bruce says as he sits back in his chair and runs a hand through his hair. “Second, there is DNA in this goo from people that don’t even exist.”

“Not to mention the goo just appeared out of thin air a few days ago.” Tony points out as he shakes his head. His eyes were still wide as he lowered his sung glasses. “This shouldn’t be possible…” he pulls the hologram closer to him and reads the notes again and again. 

“Is there something else?” Clint asks as he stands up.”I don’t know this science mambo jumbo all that will.”

“There is evidence to show this good can heal critical injuries in an instant. It is something that only gods should have.” Bruce says.

“Nqt you are pretty quiet over there. What are you thinking?” Tony asks as he glances over at the only female. 

“I think it is time to bring Thor into this.” She says as she stands up to leave the room. Steve missing was worrying her more than she wanted the others to know but it was clear.

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There was a flash of green and a low groan coming from a guy who wore nothing but a tight white t-shirt and blue jeans. He looks around in confusion as he tries to find out where he was. His head twitches to the side as he hears a familiar sound of a bow string being pulled. 

“Who are you?” A deep and obviously modified voice asks from above the guy.

The man furrows his brows before turning and looking up at where he heard the voice coming from. He just sees a shadowed figure wearing some sort of hood. He raises his arms up as he glances around confused again. “I’m Steve Rogers. I think I’m lost.”

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Peter wass sitting in the living room later that morning as he tried to watch tv but his leg was bouncing fast as he stared at the screen. He was fidgeting with his watch trying to calm his nerves but he has never gone so long without going on patrol. Before they had fallen into that green goo he hadn’t gone on patrol for a few days since he was grounded by Aunt May and Mr. Stark. Hence him taking down the drug trafficking ring with Bucky a couple of nights ago. He just had to get out of the house. Kick some ass. Annoy some bad guys. Normal Spiderman stuff. 

“You okay Brat?” Bucky asks as he walks into the room and takes a seat next to the basically bouncing kid. 

Peter looks over at his team mate as he stops bouncing his leg and just stares at him. “I need to go on patrol or have a good fight. I feel like I’m going insane.” He wasn’t worried about being honest with bucky. The Super Soldier had to understand where he was coming from.

Bucky raises an eyebrow at Peter before chuckling and standing back up. “Come one, let’s go train them.” He starts walking towards the door and Peter follows him quickly. “If I remember correctly, Dick left to go back to a place called Bludhaven to work. He’s a cop or somethin’. Tim and Damian are at school.” 

Peter nods slowly as he follows Bucky as he takes a deep breath. “So we can do true training?” He starts to grin at the idea. 

“Yeah, go grab your web shooters. I have everything on me. I won’t use my gun of course. Knife only” Bucky informs him and he laughs again hearing Peter whoop and run off.

“Should I be concerned you just said you will be using a knife for some sort of training?” Bruce asks from next to Bucky. He was on his way to inform the two guests he was heading to Wayne Enterprises since he had a meeting.

Bucky rolls his eyes and looks at the older man. “The kid is more capable than you think. He is also going insane not moving his body. He has that ADHD thing.”

The billionaire watches Bucky before pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Reschedule my meetings for today.” The soldier hears a female on the other end inform Bruce that she will be doing so. “Thank you Betty.” Bruce says politely before hanging up and looking at Bucky. “I’ll be watching you two.”

“And why will you be doing that?” Bucky asks him as he narrows his eyes. Taking a step towards him. Trying to be intimidating. 

The older man just takes a step towards Bucky as he glares down at him. Barely any room left between them. “What? You have something to hide?”

Bucky’s flesh hand twitches as he stops himself from grabbing and threatening the other male.

“Am I interrupting something?” Peter asks from down the hall. When the both men turned to look at him, he had a cheeky grin on his face.

Bucky looked confused for a moment but Bruce understood right away as he gave an annoyed sigh and took a step away from Bucky. “I was just informing your father I wanted to watch you two spar.”

Peter goes over to them as he readjusts two contraptions on his wrists as he gives a small hum. “I heard. I have no issues with that. Dad can just be overprotective sometimes.” He looks up to give Bruce a polite smile. “I have nothing to hide. I see this as a good way to show that Me and Dad don’t want to hurt you guys. Ya know?”

Bruce didn’t exactly know how showing their strength would show that but he won’t question it for now. He just smiles back to the teen. “I am interested on what those little things on your wrists are.

The teen grins widely as he holds his arm out. He loves talking about his web shooters to anyone who will listen and of course knew he was spiderman. “These are my web shooters.”

“Web shooters?” The billionaire asks, confused.

Bucky starts walking towards the door to head outside as he shakes his head. “We’ll show you, just come watch.”

Peter nods happily as he runs after Bucky as he smiles even wider. “I will win this time.” He promises Bucky.

“Maybe if you keep your big mouth shut.” Bucky grumbles as he raises his arm and wraps it around Peter’s shoulder. His metal arm.

Peter freezes for a second as his eyes widen before he starts walking again and he smiles softly. “You’re getting better…” he whispers almost too quietly. 

“Yeah I guess I am.” the soldier hums softly back to the kid. Bruce just follows the duo. Smiling in spite of himself. He still doesn’t trust them but seeing this father and son duo just reminds him of how he is with his kids.

Once they make it outside Bucky and Peter look around for a good spot to spar in. “There is a good open area towards the side of the house.” Bruce offers to them.

Peter pouts and goes to protest but Bucky beats him to it. “That would be unfair to Peter. He is excited to use his shooters. Bruce looks at Peter then thinks to himself before smiling as he knows the perfect spot. 

“Follow me. I know somewhere.” He starts walking towards the back of the house and the two Avengers quickly follow him. Peter practically was skipping along.

“Excited Brat?” Bucky as he looks down at him. 

Peter looks up at Bucky and grins. “The last time we fought was in Germany. You and Mr. Falcon cheated by the way.”

Bucky looked offended as his eyes widened. “Cheated? There is no cheating in war you Brat.” He playfully shoves him while laughing. 

“I totally would have won that fight if it wasn’t for Red Wing!” Peter whines as he fixes his web shooters again. 

Of course Bucky didn’t disagree with Peter’s statement. Him and Falcon were captured and unable to move. He can’t even say he underestimated Peter. He didn’t know the kid was just a teenager at the time.

Bruce was listening to the father and son talking behind him and it was just adding so many more questions about the two. War? Falcon? It also sounds like Peter and Bucky were fighting against each other. Why was a father and son fighting on opposite sides of a war?

He has to put these thoughts to the side for now though as he makes it into a pretty wooded area but the center part has a small clearing in it so it should provide ample space for the two. It’s where he trained his sons on how to fight with limited vision. “Here we are.” He informs his guests. 

Peter looks around and nods to himself as he approves of it. Bucky sighs but smiles lightly as he starts stretching. “Make sure you stretch pete, I don’t want to hear you complaining about pulling a muscle.”

Peter gapes at Bucky as he places a hand over his heart in offense. “I would never. I’ll let you know I have fought someone after a building was dropped on me. A pulled muscle would be nothing.” He still starts to stretch. 

“And I still want to kill Stark for making you feel like you had to do that.” Bucky actually growls as he finishes up his stretches. 

The teen sighs heavily as he finishes his stretches as Bruce just stares at Peter with wide eyes. Shocked at the knowledge he just obtained. Peter waves off Bucky’s anger as he says, “I remember when I told you about that time. Me and Mr. Captain America had to hold you back from killing Mr. Stark.”

Bucky turns and looks at Peter fully as he sighs heavily. “Kid, it was not okay that he wasn’t listening to you. He should have been on his knees begging for your forgiveness and giving you all his wealth for not only saving his ass but also for putting you in that fuckign situation.”

Peter just sticks his tongue out at Bucky. Not giving him the privilege of a reply. 

“Peter almost died to a building falling on him?” Bruce finally asks as he stares at the two.

“That is a story for later.” Peter laughs as he stretches his arms above his head and his back gives a satisfying pop. “Right now me and Dad have a good sparring match to get to.”

The soldier sighs once again before nodding as he looks at Bruce. “You should stand further away. I promise you won’t get caught in any cross fire.” He nods his head towards the side. “Also no need to worry about stopping the spar. We know how to control ourselves.”

Bruce couldn’t help but feel like that had a double meaning but he just nods and moves to be more into the tree line and watches to see exactly how these two fight.

Peter jumps up and lands on a tree branch after doing a fancy flip. He crouches down low on the branch using one hand to keep his balance and the other hand lazily hanging to the side.

Bucky spreads his legs apart slightly as he reaches down and grabs his knife out of its holster. He gives an experimental flip before catching the knife in a  perfect grip and holds it up to his chest and gets into his fighting stance. 

Peter and Bucky stare at each other for a moment. Not saying a word before suddenly it was like a snap and Peter was flying at Bucky. A fight aiming towards his face before the knife was flying towards his arm. The teen throws his body to the side, doing a one handed cartwheel and spinning himself to aim a kick to Bucky's arm that was holding the knife. 

The soldier throws the knife in the air and catches it in his other hand. Using his now free hand to grab Peter’s ankle and throw the kid at a tree fast and hard. Peter goes soaring but reaches his arm towards a tree and fires a we out as it attaches and he goes swinging up and he is once again the trees. Jumping and running from the branches.Jumping across the clearing fast and causing Bucky to rapidly move his head around to watch his movements.

Peter jumps at Bucky again, a kick going for his stomach. Bucky blocks it and tosses him to the side. He then was charging him, leaving his sport for the first time as he went to punch him. Peter catches his fist before a knife is suddenly going for his face. He let’s go of his opponent before jumping back and doing a back handspring and landing away. 

Bruce was watching the two move. The fight was fast paced and deadly accurate. Each hit was aiming to incapacitate. It was like they were fighting an actual enemy and not a family member. It looked so real that he was worry that the Pit was in effect until he saw Peter smiling happily 

“Come on old man. Is that all you have?” Peter asks as he crouches down again. He seemed to be getting ready to launch towards Bucky. “You’re holding back. Fight me like you did when I was fourteen.” He launches at the older man as he punches him with more strength. 

Bucky blocks the punch but still gets sent through a tree. “If anyone is holding back, it’s you Brat.” Bucky grumbles as he stands up and grabs the broken tree after putting his knife away. “You didn't even break my arm with that punch.” He winds up and throws the tree almost like a spear at Peter.

Peter laughs happily as he jumps up and grabs the tree with his webs and spins himself with enough force by using another web on a large tree to send it right back at Bucky. 

The soldier jumps out of the way and rolls with his momentum. He charges at the boy, jumping up and punching him. Peter didn’t have time to block it and was hit in the face as he flew down and hit the ground hard. Leaving an indent in the shape of his body. He spits out a ball of blood. 

The teen gets up as he looks at Bucky and goes at him. Bucky pulls his knife back out and they were just a flash of punches, slashes and kicks. Everything is blurring together. Bruce just watches in amazement of the two. They were clearly unimaginably strong and with Peter's flexibility it reminds him so much of Dick.

Suddenly Bucky goes flying into a  tree but doesn't break this one as he is stuck to the tree with a web wrapped around him. The male was covered in bruises that were already forming. His lip was busted open and bleeding. His right eye was swelling up and his nse was clearly broken. But even with his injuries he looked amused and out of breath.

Bruce looks over at Peter to see how he was fairing. The teen was hunched up slightly but was still standing as he pants heavily but he was smiling too. His lip was also busted open and he was covered in multiple cuts ranging from shallow to deep. Blood dripped down his arms, torso, and legs. A cut was curved on his cheek too. The injuries didn’t seem to bother him though.

The older man runs over to Peter quickly to make sure he is okay. “We need to get you inside and patched up.” Bruce says in pure worry s he looks over each and every injury. Peter couldn’t help but to think of Tony when he would return from patrol. 

“I’m okay Mr. Wayne. I heal fast.” The teen tries to reassure him. The billionaire was having none of it though.

“No, you go inside first and go to Alfred. You need to get those patched up and cleaned.” His words were final as Peter frowns but hangs his head. 

“Fine, but take this.” he handed Bruce a spray bottle with some sort of solution inside of it. “This will dissolve my webs. Use it to free Bu-.” He pauses as he blushes lightly. “To free Dad.” He runs off quickly so he doesn’t have to acknowledge his slip up.

Bruce watches Peter run off before turning to look at Bucky with a glare. “Why do I feel like I’m about to be lectured?” Bucky asks from his spot stuck on the tree. 

“Because you are.” Bruce says as he puts the spray bottle into his pocket. “I don’t know where you came from but a friendly spar shouldn’t end with a kid with injuries like that!” Bruce actually yells at Bucky. 

“He is fine.” Bucky says in annoyance as he rolls his eyes. 

“That isn’t the point James!” Bruce snaps at him as he walks over to him. He grabs his jaw to force the younger man to look him in the eyes and he doesn't have access to the rest of his body. “He is your son! Your job is to protect him! What you just did could classify as abuse!”

“Like you didn’t train your sons like this Batman.” Bruce snarls at him as he glares at him. “Don’t play innocent. I saw how young the Robins looked when they would go out with you. It doesn’t take a fucking genius either to realize Nighting was the first Robin. Their fighting styles are the same.” Bucky struggles as he tries to get out of the webs. “I did more research last night.”

The billionaire tightens his grip as he watches Bucky with a glare that would make anyone shake in fear. Anyone but Bucky it seems. 

“The first one, Dick, he was what, twelve? Maybe thirteen. At least the others were older but your newest robin.” Bucky laughs in disbelief. “He’s fucking ten years old and your only biological kid.” He scans over Bruce’s face to see his emotion but his face was carefully blank. “Who looks bad now?”

“At least I didn’t fight against my son in a war.” He shoots back at him as he releases his jaw and goes to grab the bottle. 

Bucky lowers his gaze as he frowns deeply. “I didn’t know it was him then.”

Bruce doesn't grace him with a response as he uses whatever was in the bottle to dissolve the webs. “I don’t think we will ever see eye to eye. Just stay out of trouble while you are here. I have no reasons to trust you. Only reason I’m not trying to arrest you or throw you out half dead is because of your son.” 

Once the webs are dissolved, Bucky lands gracefully on the ground as he looks at Bruce darkly. “I also have no reasons to trust you. So excuse me if I’m not all about proving myself to some Billionaire with a hero complex.” He shoulder checks Bruce as he walks past him and heads towards the mansion. “Another thing, Don’t forget you nwo nothing about me or Peter. Don’t act like you know best when you don’t.” With that he was gone. Leaving Bruce standing in the clearing watching where the man went off too.

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Peter was sitting on the counter with his shirt off eating a sandwich when Bucky found him. Alfred was in front of the teen cleaning up the blood and putting bandages on him. “Hey Dad.” Peter says as he grins. “Do you want me to reset your nose before you heal?” He asks curiously. 

“Nah I got it.” Bucky says as he grabs his nose and with a gut wrenching crunch he resets his nose without even a flinch. Just a  grunt of pain. “Is Alfred helping ya with the cuts?” he asks as he smiles and steals Peter’s sandwich. The teen pouts but Lets Bucky finish it off. He also needs the calories to heal.

“Yeah, he said he would lecture you about knife safety if it weren’t for how good your aim was.” The teen hums as Alfred nods from where he stood cleaning off a cut on Peter’s bicep.

“That is correct. Your aim is truly impeccable.” Alfred praises as he bandages the final cut. “But I must say. I would prefer Young Peter to not return to me looking like this again because of you.” Alfred’s tone was the same but that hidden threat actually had both Peter and Bucky shivering in fear. 

“I promise next time It would be knife free. The kid was just itching for a good fight since he didn’t patrol last night.” Bucky explains as he finishes off the sandwich. “Plus, Bruce already lectured me.” The soldier clicks his tongue in annoyance at the thought. “Like he had any right.” he mumbles. 

Peter looks at Bucky confused but Alfred just pats the soldier on the shoulder. “I understand your annoyance, Master James. Just give Master Bruce some time.” Bucky sighs but just nods in understanding. 

“I just can't get along with that guy.”

“It’s likewise.” Bruce says as he walks into the room and heads to the coffee pot. 

Peter rolls his eyes as he hops off of the counter as he watches them. “You two need to learn how to get along.” Peter gives Bucky a pointed look. He needs them to get along so Peter can use Bruce. He feels bad but for his plan to work they need plenty of money. “You both are dads so find common ground or something.” Bucky opens his mouth to protest but Peter just leaves the room with a huff. The kid had to get out as his hands were starting to shake again. Trying to stay strong even though it constantly felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack or killing someone was not easy. He doesn't know how long he can handle this before snapping.

He just wants to go home. He wants his aunt. He wants to see Ned and MJ again. He wants to graduate high school and build more things with Mr. Stark. Go on more Avenger missions and eat more sandwiches from Delmar's. 

Tears filled the teens eyes as he retreated back into his room to talk to Karen and make more plans.

Bucky and Bruce look at each other before they both look away with an angry huff. Alfred sighs as he looks at the grown adults. “The fact that neither of you saw that Young Peter was on the verge of a panic attack is saddening. You call yourselves fathers but can not put your differences to the side for a minute.” He shakes his head and starts bringing ingredients out for a milkshake. “Both of you, out of my kitchen now please.”

Bruce looks at Alfred shocked while Bucky’s eyes widened. He goes to run to Peter to make sure he is okay. “Leave the boy be.” Alfred tells Bucky before he even makes it to the door. “Let him work through his own emotions.”

“He needs me.” The soldier argues as he turns to look at Alfred. 

“What he needs is stability, but he can’t have it for the moment. Now you both go figure out your differences.” Alfred tells him as he starts making a strawberry milkshake for presumably Peter.

Bucky looks at Alfred as his eyes soften slightly as he nods. “You are right.” He leaves the room as he takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. He hasn’t been a good father figure since him and Peter arrived.  Plus Alfred is right. Peter needs to have time to think. Bucky can’t hover his shoulder constantly like he has been lately. He can’t be overprotective like Stark. He needs to trust the teen.

Bruce looks at Bucky as they leave the kitchen. Frowning slightly seeing the concern on the younger father’s face. He still doesn’t trust him. He still feels like there are too many secrets going on. Like how did James find out who he is so fast? 

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Oliver doesn’t know what to do in the current situation he is in. Not even five minutes beforehand he was chasing a suspect who was possibly linked in multiple bank robberies. The man was scrawny and wore an ill fitted White shirt and blue jeans. His name was Steve Artum. After an odd flash of a green light from where Oliver had visuals on the perp, where the perp stood now stands a tall broad shouldered man. Packed full of muscles and the once loose fitting shirt was now tight on his torso. 

Oliver quickly gets in position when the guy groans and holds his head. He aims an arrow at the guy’s stomach while pulling the bow string back. “Who are you?” he asks as menacingly as he could. He couldn’t believe what he had just seen. It must've been a trick. When the light went off Steve and this guy must have switched positions. 

He watches the guy get a confused look on his face before turning and looking at him. The stranger gives a kind smile as he raises his arm up like he was shielding his eyes from the light behind Oliver to get a better look at him. “I’m Steve Rogers. I think I’m lost.” The guy was looking around lost on where he was. He gives a nervous laugh. “Can you kindly tell me where I am, young man?” 

“You are in Starling City.” Oliver says as he jumps down from the over hang he was standing on. He doesn't approach the man though.

Steve frowns as he looks even more confused now. “Starling City? I never heard of that city before.” He hums to himself as he looks around again. Turning his back to Oliver with no worries. “What state are we in?”

The vigilante frowns as he is starting to get more confused with this guy now. “We are in California.” He was also getting fed up. “Now where did you come from?”

Steve looks at Oliver again as he gives a full but nervous laugh. “You see, that is the issue. I was in New York looking for my friends.”

“You were in New York?” Oliver asks in disbelief and draws his bow again.

Steve raises his arms quickly as his eyes widen. “Hey where are you trying to kill me now? Don’t you know me?” he asks, shocked.. It seems the guy is popular wherever he is from. 

“How am I supposed to know someone from New York?” Oliver asks in annoyance.

“I’m Captain America.” The guy says like it was supposed to mean anything. “I was the World War II war hero?”

He couldn’t help it, Oliver starts laughing as he shaves his head. He lowers his bow now as this guy wasn’t a threat. He was just insane. “That name doesn’t ring any bells. Now let’s go find whatever hospital you escaped from before you get yourself hurt.”

“Wha-what?” Steve asks, shocked. “I’m not crazy. How have you not heard of me?” he shakes his head. “That makes no sense. “Next you’ll say you don’t know who the Avengers are, or Tony Stark.”

Oliver sighs as he put his bow up as he walks over to the guy. “You’re right. I don’t know who those guys are.”

“That isn't right….” He mumbles as he starts pacing with a finger on his chin as he starts pacing. “You obviously have heroes here. I mean just look at you.” He waves his arm haphazardly at Oliver. 

“Just come with me and we can sort this out with doctors.” Oliver offers.

It was like a switch flipped almost as this Steve guy snaps his head towards Oliver and his eyes turn green. “I’m not Crazy! Now tell me the truth!” He closes the distance between him and Oliver quickly and grabs the male before he could react and slams him into the wall harder than humanly possible. Oliver gasps and coughs weakly. “Who is doing this! Is it Loki!”

Oliver tries to grab one of his arrows sneakily but the guy seems to have noticed as he pulls Oliver off the wall slightly and slams him right back into it. “Where are you keeping Peter and Bucky!”

“I don’t even know what you are talking about!” Oliver yells as blood dribbles down his head. 

Steve blinks a couple of times before his eyes widen and he puts Oliver down carefully. His eyes are blue once again. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me. I was just so angry suddenly.”

Oliver stops as he watches him. “I think I know the issue.” He mumbles as he grabs his phone out as he needs to contact the Justice league now. Whatever is happening, he needs to make sure there aren't even more cases.

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Tim gets home from school that afternoon with Duke following behind him. Duke was rolling his shoulder and groaning in pain after a run in with one of Joker’s fanatics on their way home from school. He had to take more hits than he normally would have due to the fact he was in his civies.

“Why can’t they ever take a break?” Duke whines as he goes into the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Duke-” Tim tries to warn. It totally slipped his mind to inform Duke of the new guests in the house. He tries to run after and grab him. Duke had gone to school right after an early morning patrol so he never met James and Peter and also seemed to not know that they lived there with them. 

“I mean, After the morning I had this was just amazing.” Duke continues before grunting as he seems to have run into someone built like a tank. He frowns and opens his eyes to see who he ran into. Now one else should be here right now and Alfred was usually tending to the gardens during this time. “The fuck?” He was staring eye to eye with a tall, muscled man with long dark brown hair that was lazily pulled back in a bun.

In a second Drake was slammed into a wall with a knife to his throat as the guy glares at him. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” The guy actually growled. A full grown adult growled at Duke. If he wasn’t currently almost pissing himself he would have laughed. 

“James!” Tim yells as he grabs the guy’s arm. “He is another kid who lives here! He has been busy so you haven’t met him yet.”

James looks at Tim with narrowed eyes for a moment before nodding once and releasing the kid. “Sorry about that. I’ve had a bad morning.” He looks at Duke again. He was scanning him and Duke couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. 

He gives a nervous chuckle and raises his hand. “It’s fine dude. But you look like you were hit by a bus, what happened?” He looks over the bruises covering the guy’s face. His eye was almost swollen shut. His jaw had a sizable black and purple bruise along with a bruise on his cheek.

“I had a spar with my son.” He grumbles and turns to grab something off of the counter. A beer, Duke notices. “He has a good punch and kick.” He gives a very slight smile. 

Tim smiles as he nods in understanding. “Makes sense, where is Peter anyways?”

Jame’s smile falls instantly as he glares at his beer. “In his room. He isn’t takin’ everything that well.” A bit of his accent was begging to slip in again. He the turns to look at Duke once again as he tilts his head. “Your Signal right?” He asks casually.

Duke’s eyes widened as he turned to look at Tim. “I didn’t know he knew!”

Time groans as he runs a hand down his face. “I didn't either. Bruce failed to have mentioned that.” 

James drinks his beer as he watches the two teenagers as he walks past him. “Peter doesn’t know. Keep it that way.” The way he spoke made it sound like a threat. From what Duke has seen so far, it was.

“Who is he?” Duke asks as he looks at Tim again. His appetite is officially gone. 

Tim starts walking to Bruce’s office so they can go downstairs. “It’s a long story. Dick sent me a text saying that it is official that they are the two people he and I ran into last night.” Tim explains as Duke follows him. “It’ll be easier to just show you the video but from what we know so far. James is a veteran and Peter is his son. Peter looks to be around our age so think about that as you want.”

Duke thinks about it for a moment before nodding his head. “He was probably a teenager when Peter was born and was either in the middle of enlisting for the military or already in boot camp.” He goes to the batcomputer with his brother as he looks at the screen. Tim sits down in the seat and pulls up the video and shows Duke the fight and interaction. 

It was when the video was almost over that they heard a low whistle. Both kids turn towards the stairs quickly to watch James walking down them with Bruce close behind him. The latter glaring dagger at the back of the other’s head. “So this is the bat cave.” James says as he looks around. He looks at Duke and Tim, just staring at them silently. 

“Bruce, why is he down here?” Tim asks as he stands up slowly. He doesn’t take his eyes off of James. He was possibly a threat the moment. Especially after that threat earlier. 

Bruce sighs as he crosses his  arms and walks over and stands next to James but keeps a good six feet distance between them. “He followed you guys. I as just lucky to catch him when he was about to follow you down and set some ground rules.”

James looks at Bruce as he glares at him angrily. “I already told you, I don’t want Peter knowing about you guys at the moment. I also have no interest in releasing your secrets.” He walks forward more as he clicks his tongue. The technology was definitely nowhere near as good as Stark tech. “I already made it clear to some that I don’t want a word of this getting to my son.” His gaze turns to looks at Duke and Tim.

Bruce watches as Duke looks away nervously, rubbing his arm. Tim just tenses up and was glancing around like he was clarifying possible weapons and exits. It wasn’t a good look. Bruce has enough as he walks over to James and tries to grab him by the back of his shirt. 

James easily turned and grabs Bruce’s wrist with his flesh hand as he glares at the guy. “You threatened my kids?” Bruce asks angrily, not letting James’ grip fluster him.

“They are hardly your kids. Duke isn’t even officially adopted by you so calling him your son is a fetch.” He tossed Bruce’s arm but wasn't aiming to hurt him this time. “I had to make sure they understood that I mean it.” 

“By threatening them?” Bruce was beyond enraged at this news as the two teenagers just watch from a distance as they two adults seem to be getting into an argument.

Duke leans towards Tim and asks, "Is this normal?”

The other teen nods as he sighs softly. “They also got into a fight this morning.” Duke gives a small nod as he just watches the two adults just stare at each other. Like they were talking with their eyes. 

James turns to fully face Bruce as he tilts his head slightly to appear larger as he stares at the Billionaire. “If you haven’t realized, I will do anything for Peter. Anything.” He takes a step towards Bruce as he tries to intimidate the other man. “My morals don’t follow that broken code of yours. If a fucker killed my son, he would be six feet under. Diplomatic immunity be damned. I will go to war for him.”

The three vigilantes watch James silently as they could tell he wasn’t joking. Bruce speaks up though. “So you will murder someone? You aren’t an executioner.”

James actually laughs a little at that. “I never said I was. I know I am no hero. That I am not justice. You seem to be the one that doesn't understand that.” Before the other man could even retaliate, James continues to talk. “I’ve seen what a true hero looks like. That man would die for the good of the people. He has a heart of pure gold and tries to see the good in everyone.” He walks closer to Bruce again as he starts closing in the distance. “He still kills people for the good of the world. This Joker fucker is a terrorist. Instead of putting down a rabid dog you are letting him run rampant and infect innocent people. You are no better than the villains you take down.” He pokes Bruce in the chest, right over the heart. “You are a part of the problem in this godforsaken city. I found this out after ne night of fucking research.”

Bruce had enough and the kids didn’t see the fist coming until the older man knocks James’ in the jaw hard enough in the jaw that the man stumbled back a bit with his head turned to the side. He was hit right where Peter had gotten him earlier. 

“Guys.” Duke tries to call them nervously. A weak chuckle leaving him. “There is no need for fighting now.” His words were completely ignored of course.

“Come one, Bruce James!” Tim yells as he goes to walk over to them.

“Kids, go upstairs.” It was James that had spoken as he turned his head slowly to look at Bruce. “I need to have a ‘talk’ with your bastard father.”

Duke didn’t want to leave the cave. He didn’t trust leaving the kitchen but he feels like this might help them. “Not until you get rid of your weapons.” He decides to say.

The older man turns to look at Duke before rolling his eyes as he pulls out his knife and tosses it to the side. Next up was his pistol as he pulled it out and dropped the clip and then popped the bullet out of the chamber. The pistol gets tossed to wherever the knife went. “Better?” He asks Duke snidely as he glares at him.

The teenager nods as he  grabs Tim and starts dragging him towards the stairs. Tim was already on his phone and trying to call for some sort of back up. He knows this will be bloody.

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Jason would like to say he was having a pretty nice day. He got to sleep in after the bullshit of last night. He visited different shelters in Crime alley to make sure everything was still running properly. He even went to the food bank and got a nice hot meal. All in all, it was good. It wasn’t until around five o’clock that his day began to turn to shit. 

Jason was sitting on a roof as he just relaxed and listened to the city below him. He was in his civilian clothes as he wasn’t planning on doing any work until tonight. He had a few things he had to work on. He had gotten word on a drug trafficking ring that was using kids as their mules. So he was planning on taking that down. He was contemplating doing the heads in a bag thing again. He wasn’t sure at the moment. 

It was during this down time that started receiving calls from Tim. At first he ignored them with an annoyed sigh. Tim would sometimes call him to annoy him about needing more security in his safe houses or about coming over dinner. He just figured it was one of those calls. It wasn’t until Tim called the third time in a row that Jason realized something was truly wrong. 

“Whatcha want?” Jason asks in annoyance when he answers and puts the phone to his ear. It was silent on the other end besides the faint sound of loud bangs and crashing. This had the not quite vigilante sitting up. “Tim, what’s happening?”

“It’s Bruce.” Time finally says with a soft sigh. “He doesn't really get along with our new house guest.” Jason frowns slightly as he doesn't see why that would warrant a phone call. He voices as much to his basically little brother. Tim was hesitating before he seemed to have given up on how to say whatever he was going to say and just blurt it. “ We found out that the people you brought over are the people who attacked Dick. The dad found out all of our identities somehow over the night. It seems after that he and Bruce couldn’t seem to get along. About anything.” 

Jason starts standing up and getting ready to get off of the roof and go back to his bike. “They were fighting a bit this morning. Nothing that bad. Bruce just slammed him into the wall. I don’t know what the fight was about though.” Tim takes a deep breath before there is a loud crash and Jason hears Tim whispering to someone. He made it to his bike and was getting on quickly. 

“What happened Tim?” Jason asks him as he connects his phone to his helmet as he puts it on. He was now on his way to the mansion.

It was silent for a moment longer before Jason got his answer. “ James just threw Bruce into some equipment.” That wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. “They aren’t listening. I asked DUke to try and stop them again since we are just hiding at the top of the stairs, ya know? Since James made us leave.”

“James made you leave? Not Bruce?” Jason asks as he speeds up quickly. 

There was shuffling before Tim replied. “Yeah, He even listened to Duke when he said no weapons.” There was a very slight hint of amusement in his voice. “That’s besides the point. When Duke went down there to try and stop them….”  There the kid went hesitating again. 

“What happened Tim?” Jason asks sternly as he was getting close. 

“James got distracted for a moment as he went to go say something. That was enough of a chance for Bruce to get him in a headlock.”

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After Bucky watches the kids go up the stairs he looks at Bruce and glares at him darkly. All that  pent up rage he felt towards the man flooding towards the surface. “You really piss me off. You know that?” BucKY asks as he clenches his fists.

“The feeling's mutual.” Bruce replies and that seemed to Be the trigger as both male run at each other. Exchanging punch after punch. Bucky would throw a punch and Bruce would block it and throw his own whereas Bucky would deflect or dodge. 

Bruce gets a good hit to Bucky’s stomach making the super soldier gag and hunch over. Taking this opportunity Bruce then grabs him by his hair and tries to knee him in the face. The super soldier grabs his wrists and and uses all his force to throw them forward as Bruce falls back and Bucky lands on top of him. 

He forces the vigilante to release his hair and he starts trying to punch him in the face, refusing to use his metal arm though. He wasn’t aiming to murder the guy. Bruce puts his arms up to cover his face before raising his knees and kicking Bucky off of hi. Sending the soldier back an impressive amount for a normal human. He hits his back on the ground but pulls himself up as he snaps his head up and stares at Bruce as a deadly stare. 

Bruce stands up himself as he watches Bucky closely. Watching his muscles tense and trying to figure out what he will do next. Both men were breathing hard but showed no signs of stopping. Soon Bucky buky talks as he crouches down and grabs his knife. “Why do you hate me so much?”

Bruce tenses seeing the weapon but shakes his arms out to release the tension and get the blood flowing again. “You are a murderer. You admitted and looked proud of it.” 

Buycky charges first. He aims the knife to Bruce’s head. Easily falling back into his fighting mindset he used to have when he was a weapon. “They were nazi’s. Who the fuck cares if they are dead or not?” He wasn’t yelling.

Bruce raises his arm and stops the stab by hitting bucky on the wrist but the soldier just tosses the knife into his other hand as he spins on the ball of his foot and aims for Bruce’s side instead. “Murder is still murder.” He snarls at him. He lands a solid kick, making his opponent slide back away from him. “Even now your eyes scream that you want to kill me.”

Bucky leans down a bit and gets ready to start again. “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead already.” It was no lie and both of them knew it. “But I have no reason to kill you. Even with green rage filling me.” He snarls as he thinks of the feeling. “It’s like back then all over again.”

Bruce pauses as he looks at Bucky confused. “Calm down, James” he says as he raises his hands. He was an idiot. How could he forget that James was going through the effects of the lazarus Pit? He tried to slowly approach him but suddenly he was grabbed and thrown into a table hard. He groans weakly in pain and could feel blood trickle down his head. 

“Guys.” Bruce and Bucky hear a nervous voice call out. Bucky looks over to see who it was quickly as he snarls slowly. His eyes were green and his snarl was animalistic. It was like he wasn’t human. He takes a step towards Duke who was at the bottom of the stairs. 

Instinctually Bruce runs at Bucky and tackles him to the ground. He wraps his legs around the younger and stronger man and gets his arm around Bucky’s throat as he starts squeezing. “Come on, go to sleep.”

Bucky puts up a fight as he struggles and hits Bruce’s arm hard and tries to elbow him in the side. His feet were flat on the ground and he tried to push them up. “Duke, go back up the stairs.” The billionaire tells his son quickly. “He is lost in the effects of the pit right now.”

Duke didn’t have to be told twice as he runs upstairs quickly to go back to Tim. Something shiny catches his eyes though as he turns back towards Bruce and his eyes widened. “Watch out!”

Bruce nearly screams in pain as he knife is plunged into his thigh. His grip loosening for a moment. That was all Bucky needed to break free from Bruce and punch him in the face hard. Still never using his metal arm. 

The soldier stumbles back and falls back onto his butt as he shakes and tries to take a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you!” he yells as he holds his head. Memories flooding his brain from when he was just a  weapon. When he was the feared Winter Soldier. The looks he got when he was pardoned since he brainwashed still haunt his dreams. Children ran from him in fear. Grown men pissed their pants for just bumping into him. 

Bruce gives him the same fucking look that Stark used too give him. The look of disgust and hatred. “Fuck!” Bucky was nearly screaming as he punched the ground with his metal hand and it just got embedded into the ground. The rock gets destroyed easily.  

“James…” Bruce groans out but he keeps a grip on the knife in his leg so it doesn’t move. He can't risk it getting pulled out or else he will bleed out. “You need to calm down.”

Bucky looked at Bruce again as his eyes were once again blue. He just stares at him for a long time.  Even as the sound of someone running down the stairs echoes in the cave. Finally he says, “That look….Why does everyone look at me like that?”

“What?” Bruce asks confusedly but a guy appears as he wears a black leather jacket. He has black hair but the smell of hair dye hits Bucky even in his state. The guy also has white streaks of hair like Bucky and Peter have. The soldier just watches him, silent once again.

“What happened!” The guy yells as he looks at Bruce first, seeing the knife in his leg and his head bleeding. He looks over at the super soldier and sees the rate of his bruising and his arm stuck in the ground. He gives a heavy sigh. 

Bruce spoke first as he cleared his throat. “I confronted James about threatening Duke and Tim.” The stranger turns to glare at Bucky. “Then things escalated.”

“I thought Timmy said that the guy discarded his weapons?” He questioned his supposed father.

Bucky answered this time. “I picked the knife back up. I fell back into bad habits. It was either use the knife or break his arm.” He rips his arm out of the ground. 

The guy watches him as he tenses up and he goes towards his waistband where his gun was. 

“You won’t be able to hit me with a bullet. My arm is made of vibranium.” Bucky explains as he goes towards the stairs. “I need to check on Peter.”

“I’m not done talking to ya!” The guy yells as he grabs Bucky by his metal arm and yanks him back, hard. Bucky was surprised once again at how strong these people were.

“What is your name?” he asks him finally after just staring at him and analyzing him. 

The guy glares at him before answering. “Jason.”

Bucky tenses up and looks over at Bruce. “I thought Jason Todd was dead.” He narrows his eyes at him. “He was in that Pit shit too? Did you do it?”

Bruce groans weakly and tries to stand up but gives up when blood starts to pour out of his thigh even with the knife still there. “It wasn’t me.” He promises Bucky. “I didn't even know he was back for months.”

The super soldier nods slowly as he relaxes slightly. “Okay.” He looks back at Jason as he looks into his eyes. “I’m dealing with that pit shit too.”

Jason looks over at Bruce to get his confirmation. Once he does he lets Bucky go and sighs more. Holding his head in his hands. “So we have a pit crazed Meta?” He asks Bruce as he glances over at him. Bruce just gives him a slight nod.

They couldn’t further the conversation though as Tim comes running down the stairs. “Peter is missing!” his eyes were wide with panic.

Bucky tenses up as he runs upstairs quickly. Leaving the others in the cave. There was no way Peter was kidnapped. That isn’t possible. Peter is ten times stronger than Bucky if he uses his full strength. Actually more than that. There was still a small part of Bucky that was terrified that he was kidnapped though.

He was nearly shaking as the worry settled into him. Seeing Peter’s room empty just mad everything come crashing down on him. 

He runs back downstairs and into the batcave where Jason, Bruce, Tim, Duke, and now Damian were. “We need him.” he tries to tell them as calmly as possible. 

“Do you have any idea where he would possibly go?” Tim asks as he sits down in front of the computer. 

Bucky thinks to himself before going over to him. “He might have gone out to patrol. That is how that kid relieves stress.”

“I understand that one.” He tells him as he smiles and starts looking at cameras and looking at a map. Trying to see any hint of Peter or Spiderman.

“Try police scanners.” Jason says as he walks over too. Standing on the other side of Tim’’s chair.

“Me and Damian can go out and look.” Duke offers as he goes to put on his suit. “I’ll also text Steph and Cass.”

“Good idea.” Bruce says as he goes and stands behind Bucky. Looking at the screen over his shoulder. “We will find him.” He promised Bucky.

Bucky looks back at Bruce and watches him before asking, “Because he is missing or because you see him as a threat.”

“Both.” Bruce says honestly. “He has the effects of the pit in him too. The smallest thing can cause him to go haywire.” With the look that Bucky gave him he decided to back track a bit. “I’m not saying he is a threat. I can tell he is a good kid.” He promises with a  small sigh.

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Bucky gives a curt nod and looks back at the screen quickly.

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Peter takes a deep breath as he sits on top of a building in a place called Crime alley. He was wearing his iron spidey suit once again as he just looked out at the city. He was tired. He could hear Bucky and Bruce fighting when he went downstairs earlier to put his cup in the sink. That was the third time that those two had gotten into some sort of argument or fight. He was tired of it.

He soon stands up and looks over the edge of the abandoned fire station that he was standing on. He will go abc eventually, but right now he just wants to feel some sort of normalcy. He steps off of the roof and with a flick of his wrist and a thwip he is swinging off to look for some crime to stop.

He swings around for a while. Stopping every once in a while to stop some petty thief or rapist. The things he is used to. Things that he loves to help with. A smile grows on his face as he relaxes and whoops loudly as he launches himself into the air with a fancy flip. 

He hears another scream and heads in that direction. Dropping onto a roof and looking down at the street and sees a weird crocodile man trashing the street. He whistles as he looks at him. “I didn’t hear about any zoo escapees.” he calls out, making the croc man stop and turn to look at him with a weird croc hiss noise. Very creepy. “Why don’t we get you back there.” 

“You ain’t a bat?” The reptilian snarls at him as he grabs a car, ready to throw it at the spider. 

Peter stays where he is and shrugs his shoulders. “Bats and spiders don’t get along, ya know? I might get eaten.” He gives a shit eating grin even though he knows the assailant couldn’t see it.

“Why don’tcha go runnin’ alon’ ‘for a squash ya like a bug?” He throws the car at him with full force. 

Peter shoots a web out as he swings out of the way and lands on the side of another building as he sticks to the wall. “Spiders are arachnids! Not bugs!” He yells playfully before shooting a web at the croc to try and capture him. The freaking reptile uses a stop sign to catch the web and then tries to play swing batter with Peter. 

“Hold up! I’m not a baseball!” He cries and dodges with a flip and tries to aim a hit to the crocodile’s arm. His spidey senses scream at the back of his head and he jumps back quickly right as the spot he was standing was speared by the sign. 

“Coulda fooled me.” Was the reply he got. Making the teen scoff.

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“Wait.” Tim whispers as he listens to a police scanner through an earbud. “He’s in crime Alley fighting Killer Croc.” He stands up quickly. 

“What sorta name is Killer Croc?” Bucky asks as his face pulls back in disgust. He moves away from the chair though as he was ready to go and find Peter. 

“Why don’t you ask him when we get there.” Jason says as he goes to grab a spare suit to put on. “The rest of ya should stay here. No reason to bring out the big guns for a small fry like Killer Croc.”

Tim looks at Jason with a smirk. “Weren’t you the one who needed back up to fight that small fry?”

Jason glares at Tim and flips him off. “I don’t know what you are talking about Tim Tam.”

Bucky was getting impatient as he put his gun back together. “Hurry up you Punk.” he tells Jason as he looks over his shoulder at him. Cocking his gun so it was ready to go. 

Jason cringes as he looks at Bucky. “You sound like a grandpa.”

“I’m old enough to be your great great grandpa.” He shoots back as he goes to the stairs. That got him a look from all of them. He of course ignored them.

“While you are here, you play by my rules.” Bruce calls to Bucky. “No killing.”

The super soldier just raises his hand and flips the Bat off as he walks up the stairs. Not long later Jason is following him.

Bruce shakes his head as he watches them leave. “He is a pain in the ass.” He mumbled under his breath but Tim just laughed from where he sat.

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Bucky blinks when he sees Jason go outside to meet him on his bike. “You are that helmet guy from last night?” he asks him, a little shocked. “But your dad made it very clear how he feels about people killing.”

Jason huffs as he gets on his bike and waits for Bucky to get on himself. “He is insane to think rehab is going to fix these people. Throwing them in an asylum doesn’t do shit. Putting ‘em down is when shit actually gets fcukin’ done.”

Bucky smirks when he gets on the bike and holds onto his seat as no way is he wrapping his arms around a twenty something year old. “You speak my language, Punk.”

Jason smirks from under his mask as he speeds off towards Crime Alley. “Now I can see why you and Bruce fight so much. He and I don’t see eye to eye either." He left one of his hands to point towards the side of his neck where a scar was present under his clothes. Bucky had seen the very edge of said scar earlier. “Left me a reminder of that.”

“He had the fuckin’ balls to yell at me for sparrin’ with Peter then goes and almos’ kills his own son!” Bucky all but growls in pure rage. Neither male knows that Jason was currently connected to comms due to a sassy AI that has them connected to Peter’s comms and to the batcave. “I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘im.” His accent was strong and he was shaking from the anger.

Jason laughs, enjoying seeing someone getting angry on his behalf. “Want to know the true kicker. He saved the Joker. Not his own son but the fuckin’ psycho.” He shakes his head as he drives faster. Breaking many traffic laws but neither of them were worried or scared with the speed. Even as Jason swerves and dodges cars as he goes. His laugh was borderline hysterical. No matter how tough he tries to act, that still hurts more than he would ever admit.

Bucky clicks his tongue as he looks over Jason’s shoulder as he thinks to himself. Soon he says, “I don’t understan’ the feelin’ of bein’ betrayed like ‘at.” He starts off as he hears someone yell at Jason for almost ramming into their car. “But I know the feelin’ of losing everythin’.” It didn’t take a genius to piece things together. The fact Bruce said he didn’t know Jason was back for months. Red Hood seems to dislike the bat family but will still help them if truly needed. The laugh and venom in Jason’s words. “I was brainwashed for years. Became an assassin feared by many. Killed more people than I woul’ like ta admit.” He gives a humourless laugh while shaking his head. “Everyone still feared me even after that brainwashing was outta my head. Everytime I spoke Russian my own team mates would tense and reach for their weapons. Stark once went into full suit ‘cuz I yelled Иди на хуй at him when he pissed me off.” 

“Seriously?” Jason asks, slightly surprised. He could slightly imagine something like that. A lot of people saw him as a threat but not that bad. “But why have I never heard who you or this Stark?”

Bucky just gives a shrug as he sighs. “No idea. I don’t fully understand what is happenin’. I ain’t good with that sciency shit. That is what Peter is good with.” He chuckles softly. “He a smart kid Like Stark.” They were nearing the fight. He can hear Peter’s quips and the sound of the fighting. “Just between us, The nightmares never end.” With That he stands up know that Jason can keep the bike steady as he jumps off of it and runs towards the fight in full WInter Soldier fashion. SHoulders squared, body leant slightly.  He was charging like a bull as the Crocodile person came into view.

“Love for you to join us, Mr. Winter Soldier!” Peter yells happily as he bounces off of the Croc’s chest into a smooth back flip right as Bucky tackles the guy and punches him in the side with his metal arm. The croc cries in pain and hisses in his face. Throwing his own punch that Bucky caught. 

“You needa find a shorta name for me, Brat!” Bucky yells at Peter as the Croc and him end up hand and hand trying to push each other back. He was snarling as he added. “And we hafta talk abou’ this little disapparin’ act.” 

Peter audibly gulps as he chuckles softly. “Yes Sir!” He salutes to Bucky before jumping back onto the wall of a building and bouncing off of it as he shoots a web at the Croc’s head while flying overhead. Yanking him back and onto the ground. “You Know I could have handled this on my own, Winty.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms and glares at Peter. “Yuh huh. I wasn’ worried about ya. I’m pissed off at ya.” He cuffs Peter on the head as the brat webs the Croc onto the ground. “I also know ‘ow you like to fuck aroun’.”

Peter looks at Bucky as he frowns slightly. It was almost hard to understand him at this point. It wasn’t too bad. He’s heard worst accents of course. He of course heard the conversation Bucky had with Jason. He had also yelled at Karen for butting into such a sensitive conversation like that. 

Jason soon walks over and whistles. “Remind me not to get on your guy’s bad side.” he laughs lightly seeing Killer Croc struggle against the webs but it wasn’t working.

Peter looks over at Jason and shrugs happily. “It wasn’t that bad. I’ve fought angrier, bigger, greener things.”

Bucky shivers as he remembers fighting the hulk. “Don’t remind me of that Spiderman.”

The teen grins at Bucky as he shrugs simply. “It was funny watching you get whipped around like a wet towel Bucky.” That earned him another smack to the back of his head. 

“That was amazing!” Someone yells as two pairs of footsteps land next to Bucky. The soldier doesn’t react as he knew the two were watching them. He looks at Duke who was in fully costume along with Damian. 

“So you just watched him fight all alone with no back up?” Bucky asks as he crosses his arms and scowls at them. It was all playful but it was a little funny to watch Duke squirm in fear but Damian just returns the scowl.

The soldier looks back over to talk to Peter and tell him it was time to go but sees that he was talking to Karen. He could tell because his mouth was moving but no sound was coming out. So Bucky did the next best Thing and just threw the kid over his shoulder. He has to say, he is shocked the kid didn’t scream.

“There was no need to provide back up as…Spiderman was handling himself.” Damian says as he decides to give an explanation as he heads off to go back to the Batmobile. 

Duke still looked scared but waves at Bucky as he grins. “See you again!” He calls nervously and chases after Damian yelling, “I’m driving this time! You can't see over the steering wheel.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and looks over at Jason who was completely silent for a moment. He then says, “They heard us.” The soldier was confused for a moment before his eyes widened slightly. “Who all heard?”

Peter finally comes back to the living conversation as he pushes out of Bucky’s hold and puts his hands together like a prayer. Bucky can feel the puppy eyes even through the mask. “I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes! It was Karen!” The super soldier can hear the sadness and pure guilt in his voice. “She usually automatically connects to comms when any are active so she did that, Then she noticed Red Hood went onto patrol and was with you so she connected him too.”

Bucky curses under his breath as he turns his back to Peter. “It’s fine, kid. Just, tell her not to do that again. “But you need to apologize to Red Hood and not me. I didn’t say much.”

Peter instantly turns to Jasona nd actually gets on his knees for this one and bows his head to the older vigilante. “I’m so sorry Mr. Red Hood Sir!” It sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

Jason looks at Peter through his mask as he glares at the kid but soon sighs as he looks away. “Just don’t let it happen again. I’ll take you back to the mansion. I think Winter Soldier wants to be alone for a moment.” Don’t get him wrong. He was still pissed off. But he couldn’t blame the kid if his explanation was true. He heard the explanation when the Kid was explaining it to everyone else over comms. 

There was a sound of police sirens as Jason grabs the Teenager’s arma nd starts dragging him to his bike. Peter looks at Bucky again and tries to resist slightly. “What if he gets hurt or lost?” he asks worriedly. 

“He is a grown up. He’ll be fine.” Jason says and finally gets him to the bike.

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Back in the Batcave Tim was doing some research on what Bucky might have been talking about earlier. The annoying thing is that everything he looked up had no information. Winter Soldier doesn’t exist. This Stark fellow doesn't exist. There are Starks, but no one that was seen as intelligent nor with some sort of attack suit. There are no mysterious murders. He even looked up some things that Bruce told him about. Hydra doesn’t exist. Only thing that came up was the mystical creature. No information on Brainwashed soldiers. 

Actually that wasn’t even the most frustrating part. Peter and James don’t exist. There are no records of them. Their fingerprints are in the system but not as James Barnes and Peter Barnes. No it was of someone named James Akline and Peter Scrooges. The thing is, when he looks at their picture they look nothing like Peter and James. 

James was taller, reaching nearly seven feet tall. He had short blonde hair and was built more like a gymnast than a soldier's body. He also was a wolf Meta. Only wolf-like thing to their James was the vocalization. The odder part is the picture from James was just from a month ago.

Then Peter was a chubbier guy who wore glasses that were way too big for his head with a strap around his head. He had a mohawk that was spiked up with green on the edges and his eyes were nearly pitch black as he is a spider Meta. The Spider part was the only thing that matched.

He groans loudly in annoyance as he slams his head onto the desk. “Who are they!” He whines as Bruce goes over to him and looks at the pictures. 

“Are you sure their prints matched?” The Billionaire asks as he looks over his son’s shoulder. He couldn’t believe these are the same people they have been interacting with for a whole day.

Tim nods while spinning around in the chair to look at Bruce. “I am sure. How they turned into fighting machines, I do not know.” He shakes his head slightly before turning towards the other entrance to the batcave where the vehicles would pull in. The crew was back now. Damian and Duke were first as they got out of the batmobile. Duke looked sick to his stomach when he gets out of the passenger seat and Damian looked proud of himself.

Bruce chuckles softly as he watches them. “Did he really drive back?” He wasn’t worried about Damian crashing due to the safety measures inside of the batmobile that Tim had installed with the help of Babs. Doesn’t mean Dmaian is a good driver.

Duke just gags like he was about to throw up. “Everything is still spinning.” He whimpers out. 

The sound of a motorcycle reverberates around the cave and Jason pulls up next to the batmobile with a certain spider standing on the back of the bike. They may not be able to see Peter’s face but they could tell he was grinning. “That doesn’t look safe.” Tim whispers as he stares at Peter. Not fully processing that Bruce and himself aren’t in costume at the moment.

“Don’t worry, I’m sticky.” Peter says as he hops off of the bike with one of the most complicated amounts of flips that were completely unnecessary. Landing, he is next to Duke. He pulls his mask off and looks at Tim and Bruce. “Karen wasn’t lying.” He says barely above a whisper. His eyes filled with stars.

“Karen?” Bruce and Tim both ask at the same time. Confusion present in their voice.

Jason pulls his helmet off while parking his bike. He soon heads over to the group. “Some AI in his suit. She caught us up on everything while on our way here.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “She sounds almost human.”

Tim and Duke look at Peter with wide eyes while Bruce’s eyes narrow. “Are you sure she is an AI?” The Bat asks his son.

Peter huffs while crossing his arms. “She is an AI made my Mr. Stark. She is capable of learning and changing her own code.”

“Really!?” Tim yells in excitement as he jumps up from his seat. Suddenly fully energized. He runs over to the spider vigilante and grabs his arms. “Can I see her coding?”

Peter smirks and tilts his head. “Only if you show me your costume.” He could see a fellow nerd a mile away.

“Deal.” Was the reply with no hesitation.

Bruce watches the boys and shakes his head before looking over at Jason. “Where is James?” He doesn't like the idea of a threat just being out there.

Jason looks at his father and glares at him. “That is none of your business. Karen is keeping tabs on him though”

“Do you really think that is a good idea?” Bruce asks him as he walks over to him so they could talk quieter. “He is going through the effects of the lazarus pit and has already admitted to massacring people. Who says he won’t do it again?”

“Wow.” Jason was flabbergasted at Bruce. He releases a huff of air that could almost be called a chuckle. “You are going that low? What difference is there with him being on the streets and me?”

Bruce gals at Jason slightly but he wasn’t one to back down. Never has been. “You didn't have a history of murder until you were brought back.he already had one.”

“What if that helps the effects to be less severe?” Jason counteracts.

“He already experienced the effects more times than Peter.” He points out, glancing over at said boy. He pauses seeing Peter staring at him with blank eyes.

The teen goes over to them to join in the conversation. “I would appreciate it if you would stop coloring my father in such an ugly light.” Peter tells him in a perfectly calm tone. “He has been through more than I bet anyone else in this building has. He has every right to be angry.” He looks Bruce dead in the eyes as his eyes narrow slightly. “Plus at least he won’t nearly kill the people he calls family.” That one came out harsh and full of malice.

Bruce looks away from Peter’s eyes at that point and clicks his tongue. “How o you know that?”

“Like I said.” Peter starts off saying before turning around and heading towards the stair, pressing the spider on his chest as the nano bites start crawling across his body and start turning into a watch once again. “He has been through worse things than anyone in this house.” He was left in his pajamas this morning as he started climbing the stairs. The mask Peter was holding also dissolves into his watch.

“Was that nano tech?” Tim gasps out in shock.

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Steve looks around the underground room that the masked fellow had taken him to. It sort of looked like a room that Stark would have made. It was very bright with a raised platform in the middle. A railing around it. Computers filled the middle area along with chairs. Around the edges were cases with costumes or weapons in them. Everything was very clean and organized. 

He looked at the blonde that was standing from a seat in the middle platform as she looked nervous, her eyes were slightly wie and her mouth was open. She was stuttering over herself. The woman was very pale and wore glasses. She wore a black pencil skirt and a blue button up top. 

Next to her stood a tall black male who has a buzz cut. He wasn’t quite as tall as Steve though. He wore some sort of kevlar jacket and darkly colored jeans. His arms were crossed and he was glaring at the hooded guy who was walking up to them.

The last guy was someone wearing a similar outfit to the hooded guy but his was red and he looked just confused on why Steve was there. 

“Why do you keep bringing people here?” The angry looking male asks the green hooded guy. Steve really needs to learn some names at this point. He tries to give his best Captain America smile.

“I’m Steve Rogers.” He tries to explain while walking towards him but the glare he received he decided it was best to stay put. He wanted help finding Bucky and Peter. Not hurt, maybe the only people who can help him.

“This was the guy I was chasing.” Was all the first guy says as he goes to one of the screens on the right side of the platform and starts pressing buttons.

The three other people looked at Steve and they all looked lost and discombobulated. “W-wait.” The blonde says as he she raises her hand slightly like her brain was malfunctioning. SHe turns to face the green guy to continue talking. “Who you were after was some five foot six rat looking guy. Also his name was Steve Artum.” She was raising some good points even though Steve didn’t fully understand. “Not some Six two hunk.”

The look the girl got from the green guy showed some jealousy but Steve could help but to blush. “I’m sorry for causing you guys so many issues. I’m just trying to find my friends.” 

The girl looks over at him while shaking her head. “Where did you come from?”

“He told me New York.” The green guy says as he finishes doing whatever he was doing. A ringing was sounding around the room. It sounded like he was calling someone. 

“That explains nothing. Why would you bring a stranger down here Arrow?” the angry guy asks once again. Seeming to get angrier. 

It stopped ringing but there was no answer. Steve guesses whoever he was calling didn’t pick up. The green guy gives a heavy sigh and looks over at his friend. “All I know is that this guy appeared after a green flash surrounded Steve Artum. He was just standing there and called himself Captain America. He was confused as to why I didn't know him and said everyone knew him.”

The red one finally spoke, “Isn't this a hospital type of situation? He is clearly insane.”

“I am not crazy.” Steve butts in as he sounded very offended. “I jumped into this green goo pool to find my friends who fell into it earlier that day. Suddenly I was standing in that alleyway with an arrow aimed at me.” He crosses his arms and looks at the people who were staring at him like he grew an extra head. “This must be odd for you guys. Where I come from we’ve had so many alien invasions and we traveled through time that I won’t be surprised if I somehow ended up in the multiverse.” Steve gives a small chuckle. “I just learned about that one actually.  It was on the list I’m still going through.”

The look he was getting from the people got even worse. Steve gives a heavy sigh as this will be a long day.

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Steve was grateful as he was finally told everyone’s names so he wasn’t stuck calling them colors in his head. What he wasn’t grateful for though was being put in the chair on that platform with everyone surrounding him. He was also tied to said chair. 

He looks up at the leader, Oliver Queen, and raises an eyebrow at him. I heard you young ones have interesting tastes but I am a little out of my depth here.” He receives a disgusted look from Oliver who was also flabbergasted at what Steve had just said. Felicity on the other hand released a high pitch snort before quickly covering her mouth to try and not laugh. Roy didn’t bother hiding his laughter as he smacked Oliver on the shoulder. 

“I didn’t know you were like that Oli.” He had a wide grin on his face and John was just smirking with an amused glint in his eyes.

“I do not-” Oliver cuts himself off to give a heavy sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. “This is for our safety. Nothing else.”

Steve blinks very slowly and simply breaks the ropes without even struggling. “You need something stronger than this to tie me down.” he doesn’t get up from the chair though. They need to understand he isn’t a threat. 

Oliver was reaching for a weapon instantly as he glared at Steve. “Of course you are a meta. Why wouldn’t you be a meta?” 

John was unholstering his pistol and aiming at STeve now. Apparently the super soldier did the opposite of what he wanted to do.

“Can we all take a breather?” STeve asks as he raises his hands in the universal sign of surrender. He really needs to find Bucky and Peter. If this is how they are treating him he can’t even imagine what they are going through.

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Peter lays on the couch with his legs over Duke’s lap as he lazily flips through different movies. “Guys, are we feeling a horror movie, or a comedy?” He asks as he lifts his head to look at Duke, Damian and Tim. Tim was sitting in a recliner near the couch. Damian was sitting on the floor next to the coffee table with his skechbook out and was happily drawing. 

“I could go for a horror movie. I heard a good one was out recently.” Duke points out.

“Nothing with zombies. Last time we watched a movie with zombies, Drake woke me up in my slumber thinking zombies were invading us. It was just Jason.” Damian says without raising his head. 

“To be fair.” Tim starts to say but was knocked on the back of his head by Jason who was coming into the room.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

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They must be getting tortured, Steve thinks to himself. “I mean no harm to any of you.” 

“Then why’d you break the ropes?” Roy asks as he narrows his eyes at him and tries to hide the curiosity.

“My arms were falling asleep.” Steve says with a shrug and gives his best smile once again. “Now can we get back to the main point. I’m not from here. I have two friends somewhere here who also are not meant to be here either. Once I find them I’ll happily get out of your hair.”

Oliver walks toward Steve and  stares down at him. An intimidation tactic. Fury used to do this to him too. “And why should we trust you?”

Steve gives a soft sigh. It feels like they have been over this a million times. “Because I have no reason to lie. I just want to find Bucky and Peter. That is all.” His frustration was building and that wasn’t a good thing. He could see that green filling his vision again. “Now can we calm down? Thai anger is going to drive me crazy.”

Felicity looks over at Oliver nervously. “Do you think this has something to do with the lazarus pit?” The memories of what happened to their friends because that pit still hurt. “Does the League have anything to do with this?”

Oliver frowns as he stares in Steve’s eyes as they turned the acidic green color. Thea and Sara never had that happened to them before. “Since I can’t contact the justice league I’ll try getting a hold of the League of Assassins. It’ll be best to go through Batman since he has a kid with one of them.” He pulls his phone out and walks off to presumably talk to the Dark Knight. 

Steve watches Oliver leave then looks at the remaining three. “Do you happen to have any food? I have a large appetite due to the serum.”

“The Serum?” Felicity asks but she does go to her secret stash of food to get him some food but was grabbed by Diggle. 

“Felicity, Are you really planning on feeding him?” The man asks her incredulously. He couldn’t believe her right now.

She seems to realize what she was doing and stops quickly and straightens out her skirt. “I will feel bad though. He doesn’t look harmful.” She points out while looking back at Steve who just gives a kind smile.

“He broke a rope that took around five hundred pounds of force to break. With his bare hands.” Diggle was breaking it down simply. 

She bites her lip and fixes her glasses. “You aren’t wrong but he keeps saying he only wants to help his friends. Plus you, Roy and Oliver are all here to keep me safe.” She looks back at Steve and couldn’t help checking him out. A lady is only so strong. “Plus those muscles. I would love to see him do the salmon ladder.”

Diggle gives a long, drawn out sigh before releasing her to let her do what she wants. Shaking his head in disbelief.

“What is a salmon ladder?” Steve asks, confused. He can’t say he has ever heard of one of those.

Felicity gets a glint in her eye that makes all three men just a little bit nervous.

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Bruce was still in the batcave when the call came. He answers his phone and leans back in the chair he was sitting in. “Bruce speaking.” He has learned to always answer with his name after that time Dick pretended to be him and heard way too much information about the justice league’s missions.

“I have a guy here who is talking crazy.” Oliver says, the annoyance in his voice was very evident. Bruce can already see him pacing with his head in his free hand and going over everything he knows. 

“That hardly calls for a call from you.” Bruce informs him but he made sure to not sound annoyed. He was actually pretty amused about this. “What do you need from me?”

Oliver sighs on the other end of the call and was taking him time to answer. “I need you to talk to Talia Al Ghul. Me and my team believe he is connected to her somehow.” he takes a small break before adding. “He’s also a Meta.”

Bruce sits up now hearing what this was about as he frowns. He starts to stand up and puts Oliver on speaker. He sets his phone down as he starts to type on his computer. “Why do you think the LoA has anything to do with him?”

“He was in the lazarus pit. He keeps talking about getting angry. His eyes keep doing that weird acidic green thing that resembles Red Hood’s.” The more he spoke the more Bruce was getting concerned and also piecing some things together. “He also keeps talking about looking for two of his friends.”

“What are their names?” Bruce asks instantly as he stops typing and looks down at his phone. Like he could see through everything and get the answer he was dreading.

“Peter and Bucky.” Oliver tells him and Bruce could hear the frown in the other’s voice. “Do you know something?”

Bruce frowns as he leans back on the heel of his right foot and crosses his arms over his chest. “We have two people we just brought in last night that have also been through the lazarus pit. Metas like your guy. One of their names is Peter but the other guy’s name is James. Not Bucky.”

“Bucky is Dad's name.” A voice called from behind Bruce, making the billionaire curse and whip around. Peter was standing there as he looked concerned. 

“What happened?” Oliver asks on high alert. 

The bat ignores Oliver for now as he watches Peter. “Why are you down here?” 

“I was going to invite you to watch the movie with us, then I heard you talking and decided to listen since it was about me. Who is the other person’s name? I can tell you if they are related to me and Dad.” Peter was talking fast and he was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Oliver seemed to have heard him as he answered. “Steve Rogers.”

“Oh.” Peter says as his eyes widen slightly. “Mr. Captain America.”

Oliver starts chuckling in disbelief. “He wasn’t joking about that name?”

“Nope.”

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It took a total of fifteen minutes to get everything set up. Peter was sitting in the chair in front of the bat computer with Bruce directly behind him. Jason was out retrieving Bucky while the others were banished upstairs. 

On the screen was actually Captain America sitting in a chair and looking at Peter with relief. Seeing how the kid was uninjured and safe. There were two people with Steve. A girl with blonde hair and a guy with dirty blonde hair. They were pretty good looking in  Peter’s opinion. 

“Mr. Captain America Sir!” Peter cries in relief as he grins at him. “Why are you here?”

Steve laughs softly as he shakes his head. “You think I trust you and Bucky to be by yourselves without some sort of adult supervision?”

Peter rolls his eyes but the smile never leaves his face. “Dad is an adult.”

“Dad?” Steve asks confusedly and Peter sighs softly while shaking his head. 

“I know you are old Mr. Captain America Sir, but how can you forget that Bucky is my dad?” He pouts slightly.

Steve picks up on it quickly as he looks at Peter and his eyes move up to look at Bruce who was staring at him with narrowed, analytical eyes. It reminded him a lot of Bucky. He pulls his eyes back towards Peter and gives a sad smile. “I’m sorry kid. It has been chaotic. Also the last I heard, Bucky wasn’t your dad anymore because he grounded you for your language.” He gives a smirk.

Peter stands up and slams his hands on the table while blushing deeply. “Steve! You don't have to tell everyone about that!” He follows along with Steve’s story easily like how Steve followed his. “Blame Mr. Stark for teaching me how to swear in Spanish!”

Steve chuckles fondly before frowning. “Where is Bucky?”

Peter looks up at Bruce before looking back at Steve since Bruce did look guilty. “He hasn’t been having a good time since coming here….He keeps getting into fights. I think it doesn't help that it probably reminds him alot from that time.” 

Steve nods along to Peter’s words as he takes in what he was saying. He then looks at Bruce and addresses him directly. “I am assuming by your face you are the one fighting with my Nephew’s father. If I hear one word that you hurt either one of them permanently. I will hunt you down and end you.” He had a kind smile on his face as he said this but his eyes were sharp and held promise.

Bruce watches Steve for a moment before nodding. “I have no intention of hurting them. It just seems like me and your friend can't get along.”

The super soldier chuckles and nods in understanding. “He used to be a lot more friendly.”

“We need to get back on track Uncle Steve.” Peter pouts as he seems to be building his family now. “I need to know what you have told the people over there.” He glances at Oliver then looks over at Felicity. 

“Oh, everything of course.” Steve says with a small shrug of his shoulders. 

Peter Felt the whole world come crashing down on him as he stares at Steve with wide eyes. “Everything?”

“Yes, of course. How else was I supposed to find you guys?” The betrayer asks as he looks at Peter confused. “Why is it a big Deal?”

The teen couldn't help it, he slams his head on the desk. “Steve, I Swear you are worse than dad.” He shakes his head. “You probably sounded insane.”

Felicity looking away just screams how true Peter's words were. 

“What are you talking about?” Bruce asks Peter as his eyes narrow. When the teen only groans he looks over at Oliver to get some answers. 

Oliver shakes his head and begins to explain. “He claims to be from a different dimension where he is someone known as Captain America.” He takes a break before continuing with a deep breath. “In their world it is normal to have alien Invasions.”

Bruce blinks at Oliver then looks down at Peter who wasn't denying the words. Bruce slowly says, “to be fair, Metro tends to have alien invasions.”

He just receives a glare from everyone but Steve. Steve was just confused on what the big deal is. “We just need to get back home. Peter should be able to make something.”

Peter looks at Steve with his mouth hanging open. “How? Mr. Stark probably could have but I'm not as smart as him.”

The sound of a motorcycle echoes through the cave before Jason pulls up with Bucky. They were laughing and seemingly had a good talk on their way here. Bucky gets off first with a big smile as he heads over to the computer. Pausing for a moment seeing Steve on the screen. 

“stevie.” He says nice and slow as he stands almost shoulder to shoulder with Bruce. “if you jumped into that pool after us, I'm going to-” Peter jumps up and covers Bucky’s mouth with his hand.

“No threatening Uncle Steve!” He yells at him with a glare. Hoping the soldier understands what he was doing. Of course the ex assassin did. 

He moves Peter's hand off of his mouth and rolls his eyes. “Of course I'm allowed to threaten your uncle. He's an idiot like your mother.”

Steve crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “I'm not the one who just pulled up 9n a motorcycle without a helmet.”

“You never ride with a helmet Stevie.” Bucky shoots back. 

“Can you both shut up?” Peter begs them. Bruce was looking amused while Oliver just looked confused and distrustful. “You guys are sounding like an old married couple.”

Bucky gives a laugh that reminded Steve of a time before Hydra. Before Bucky was turned into a human weapon. Steve couldn't help giving a food smile while watching his best friend. 

“Uncle you're giving dad lovey lovey eyes again.” Peter teases as he leans back in the chairband crosses his arms. “Now let's get back to the main point. Getting back home.”

Steve and Bucky go serious again as they nod. “Before I went into the goo, Tony and Brice were trying to analyze the slime.”

“what did they find?” Bucky asks as Peter places a finger on his chin and thinks.

The blonde gives a nervous laugh while looking away from his two teammates. “You see, about that.”

“You jumped in beforeheatring the results.” Peter deadpans while he just stares at Steve with so much disappointment.

“Stevie…” Bucky sighs out in an equal Amount of disappointment.

“well in my defense. I was worried about you two.” Steve huffs as he glares at them. There was no real malice though. “You two are like the lone wolf types. I was half expecting you both to be off on your own and not together.”

Peter and Bucky quickly tried to defend themselves. They had no luck. Peter couldn't think of one time he actually fought With the team and not by himself besides when forced to. 

Bucky would just prefer to be on his own. He knows how to fight in a team, just doesn't like doing so.

Steve gets the heat of two glares aimed at him at this point. 

“Wait, You're saying you wouldn't be surprised if he abandoned his own son?” It was Felicity who spoke first. Making all three avengers tense up. 

“I forgot you guys were there.” Steve says in complete honesty.

Bucky rolls his eyes but looks at the girl. “No, I wouldn't abandon my son. We'll Be together but what Steve is saying is he wouldn't think we would work together.” Bucky knows Steve actually meant that Bucky and Peter would go their own ways but keep in contact. But the others don't need to know that.”

Peter nods as he smiles nervously. “Me and Dad like to do things differently. my dad is a brute while I am not.”

Bucky cuffs Peter on the head. “Don't call me a brute in front of a dame you punk.” He was just teasing Peter. 

Steve laughs as he watches them. "Buck, you couldn't swoon a dame even if you tried.”

Bucky gives his best friend a playful glare. “You ain’t any better there Stevie. You were saving yourself for the right dames and fell short.” He gives a chuckle while shaking his head. “We weren’t no butter and egg men but we made it through. But those dames.  They wanted someone with money.”

“Can I interrupt and ask what a dame is?” Felicity finally interjects as Peter shrugs his shoulders. Not knowing this himself. 

“It is a word used in the 1930’s to address ladies. It is seen as respectful.” Bruce says as he was reading off of his phone. 

Felicity nods slowly then adds, “Then what does the butter egg man mean?”

Steve decided to take this one while he laughed heartfully, “Butter and eggs man, means someone with money.” Felicity nods again but Oliver had more questions. 

“Why are you using terms from the 1930’s?” he asks very straight forward.

“Steve.” Peter warns but it was too late. 

“Oh simple, I was born in 1918 and Bucky was born in 1917.” Steve says this like it was a very normal thing.

Bucky and Peter sigh heavily while the other three normal people who don’t normally talk to centenarian men say, “Do what?”

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Peter sighs as he looks at Bucky then back at Steve. He didn’t even know how to begin to explain this situation to the three outsiders just staring wide eyed at them. 

“What do you mean exactly by, you guys were born in the 1920’s?” Oliver asks first. Seeming to get out of his shock the fastest. He was staring at Steve with his full body turned towards him. His arms crossed over his chest.

He was closing himself off, Peter muses in his mind as he watches them silently. Actually he’ll let Steve figure this one out instead. He dug his grave, now he has to lay in it. “Yeah Uncle, what do you mean by that?” the Teen asks his ‘uncle’ with wide innocent eyes.

Steve  looks over at the screen to Bucky and Peter. His eyes were begging for help with this situation. Of course he got none as Bucky just glares at him and Peter smirks. “Will, you see.” He tries to start off as he clears his throat and pulls at the neckline of his tight shirt. “Remember the serum I mentioned earlier?” He decided to start this with.”

“You mentioned the serum?” Bucky asks louder than he meant to. He grabs the back of the chair Peter was sitting in and shoves the kid out of the way. 

Peter puts his hands in the air and yells, “Weeeee!” as he goes sliding away fast in the chair. The chair spinning as he goes.

Steve glances over at Bucky as he laughs softly. “I thought it was important information.”

“Important! These are strangers! I would rather they think you are a mutant than have the super soldier serum!” Bucky was yelling at his best friend at this point. The serum will always be a sore subject to him after everything that has happened to them because of it. The only good thing out of it was the fact that Steve was able to live the life he wanted, sort of. “What if they try to take your blood or somethin’!” He was snarling again. “Recreate it.” his voice deepened at the end.

Oliver and Felicity quickly look at Bucky, not expecting this outburst. “Why is it such a big deal? Is it like the mirakuru?” She asks nervously. She prays that it isn’t.

“I don’t know what this mirakuru is but the serum’s full name is the super soldier serum. It was created in World War II by a German scientist.” Steve starts to explain.

“Stevie.” Bucky warns as he glares at him, it was full of anger.

“They deserve to know Buck.” Steve tells his friend before looking back at Oliver specifically. Oliver was the technical threat in this situation. He was also clearly the leader within the small group in Star City. “I was the first person to receive the perfected serum. I went from a scrawny, five foot four, asthmatic to a six foot two peak human being.” Steve then thinks about it silently. “Actually, I am stronger and faster than a human should be. I can press a max of a thousand two hundred pounds.” He spoke calmly but he could see Oliver was getting tenser and tenser. He hears the small gasp from Felicity behind him too. “My sense also increased. I can hear both of your guy’s heart beats at the moment. Only because you are this close.” 

“Does it increase your regeneration?” Oliver asks as he seems to reach for his bow that he left laying near him. His quiver was still around his shoulder also.

“It did, so it also increased my metabolism. I now need twice the amount of food as a normal person. Same with Bucky.” Steve watches Oliver closely but he doesn’t tense up or prepare himself for a fight. “I believe I listed everything.”

Felicity seemed to hesitate to ask, “It didn’t cause any sort of.” She trails off a bit before adding on, “Anger issues?”

Steve turns to look at her and gives a polite smile. “Oh no. I was the same person as before besides the enhancements. The serum does not cause behavioral issues.”

“The people who did turn evil were people who tried to abuse their power.” Bucky grumbles out as he seems to have calmed down. “That didn’t happen though until recently where me and Falcon had to take down eight super soldiers.”

Steve nods sadly as he remembers that time. Oliver seems to relax hearing this though. “So it isn’t completely like the mirakuru.” he says in relief.

“I really didn’t want to deal with any more mirakuru soldiers.” Felicity says in relief as she smiles in relief.

Steve nods as he chuckles. “My anger has been becoming out of control lately. I really wanted to break the desk with Bucky yelling at me like that.” he admits sadly and with a hint of annoyance.

“Yeha it’s the side effect of the goo.” Bucky tells Steve before rolling his eyes. “Now finish telling them how you and I are both over a hundred years old but still look to be in our thirties.”

Steve’s eyes light up slightly. “Oh yeah. I’m starting to feel like Thor.” he laughs happily but that name once again catches the other’s attention. Before anyone could open their mouth Peter calls out from his place nxt to Jason now.both of them just eating popcorn. 

“Yes, like the god!” They decided to move on from the subject of the god.

“Because of the healing nature of the serum I was able to be frozen in a block of ice after an incident and I wasn’t found until 2011.” Steve explains with a shrug. “I am biologically 39 but technically a hundred and five.”

Bucky nods as he sighs. “I’m not explaining my side but I am biologically 34 and technically 106.”

Bruce gets confused and speaks for the first time in a while. “How are you technically older than him but biologically younger?” He shifts his stance and ignores the sharp pain in his thigh the best he could. He has been putting too much on his injured leg for too long. 

“Don't worry about it.” was all Bucky said.

“Can we get back to the main point?” Peter asks as he walks back to the computer. Jason had kicked him out of the chair and was now laying in it in what looked like the most uncomfortable position. “How did we end up here? How did that goo get into our dimensions? Is someone behind this? And if someone is behind this what do they want? And how do we get home?” He listed these all off on his walk to the computer. “Also when will you guys give us Steve back?”

This gave everyone pause as they haven’t really thought about this yet. Steve of course speaks first. He is the main strategist for a reason. “If we go based on someone doing this their goal will more likely to either split up the avengers or to trap all of us here. What would the point of that be?”

“The avengers have many enemies.” Peter points out as he places a finger on his chin and leans heavily on his right leg, popping his hip out a bit. “They could be aiming to split us and kill the others before finishing us off.”

“We are now in a world full of more heroes. How would that work?” Bucky asks as he shakes his head. “I think trapping us is more likely. Get rid of the Avengers and they can easily take over the world if they are as smart as Tony or are a mutant.”

“This is if there was even a person behind this.” Bruce reminds them as he decides to join the conversation. “I think the best course will be working on a way for you guys to get back home. I’ll send word out to the Justice League to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.”

Peter nods as he sighs heavily. “The most likely person to willingly go through that portal is Thor. I hope he doesn’t.” He loves Thor but he doesn’t know if he can handle Thor being here.

“Can we really quickly touch on the topic that you guys know a god?” Felicity asks while raising  her hand slightly.

Peter looks at her and grins. “It still amazes me now.  I hope he doesn’t show up though.” Steve and Bucky couldn't help but to nod in agreement. “He doesn't fully understand humans yet.” Peter elaborates once he sees the confused looks on everyone else’s face. “There would also be a high chance Loki will somehow end up here too.”

“Loki, the god of mischief?” Oliver asks to clarify he was thinking of the same person. With the nod of confirmation from not only the teen but also the two super soldiers he decides to just sigh and try and not be too surprised. “Is there anything else important we should know about where you come from?”

Bucky thinks silently as he glances off to the side. Peter leans on Bucky as he thinks on what is important before he snaps his fingers and points at the screen. “Ah, I want to know how you guys exactly found Steve.” Mr. Stark would be so upset with him if he found out he is calling Steve by his name sooner than he is calling him by his.

Oliver blinks as he honestly didn’t think the teen would think that would be that important. He wasn’t looking down on Peter for his age, but he can’t help feeling like the kid was just a little too inexperienced to be involved in such an important conversation. “I was chasing down a guy named Steve Artum. He is a well known bank robber that we were able to track down. I was chasing him for a good block when suddenly a green light formed around the guy. Suddenly it was a completely different man standing there instead.”

Peter nods slowly and fidgets with his shit absentmindedly. “Karen.” He calls out politely.

Bruce looks at Peter confused. “Isn’t she the AI of yours?” He asks the Teen cautiously. He doesn't know how much he believes that. An AI that advanced is unheard of.  Not only that, but why is the kid calling for the AI in the cave when he wasn’t wearing the suit?

“Hello Peter.” A female voice calls from a speaker within the cave, her voice only slightly robotic. The same one that they were using to hear the people on the video call. “How can I help you?”

“Can you please help get information about this Steve Artum guy?” He smiles happily as he talks to her. Bucky still wasn’t used to the concept of AI. Karen seemed much nicer than Friday though. Friday is very sassy.

“Of course Peter. I’ll contact ms. Smoak to get any information as I have deemed that the fastest way to get all information.”

Felicity looked ready to explode from excitement, Steve had noticed when he turned to look at the girl. “Are You okay?” he asks in concern.

“An Ai that advanced. Her voice is nearly a perfect match toa  normal human. Actual emotional inflictions.” She was bouncing on her feet while grinning. “She is amazing.” To see that Felicity was excited, that would be an understatement.

“Thank you Ms. Smoak.” The Ai speaks through the speakers in the arrowcave. “If I have your permission I’ll like to go through the information you have regarding Steve Artum.”

“Of course.” Felicity says right as Oliver says, “What? No!”

Everyone looks at Oliver confused as the poor girl’s mouth was hanging open. “WHat do you mean no?”

Oliver glares at Felicity but the girl doesn’t back down as she glares right back. “I do not feel comfortable with some artificial intelligence going through our private computers!” He waves his arm to the side slightly and straightens his back. An intimidation tactic he uses often but it seems subconscious. “WHo says she even is an AI?”

Peter, Bucky, and Steve were all watching Oliver. They were all three completely silent. Peter’s arms are crossed over his chest and he leans on his right foot. Glaring at Oliver for yelling at his comrade. Bucky’s arms were staying limpley to his side as he tilted his head to the side and slightly back as he stared down Oliver. He knows he can’t do anything but everyone would be wrong if they think he would run across this whole country to knock some sense into a bastard. Steve stands up from his chair silently. He can tell Felicity is no Natash, even if her bravery matches her. 

“What makes you think that they would do anything?” The blonde woman asks as she stands her ground. She showed no fear towards the angry male in front of her. 

“These are people we can not trust. Steve alone has spoken nothing but insanity since the day he has gotten here.” The Arrow argues back. He makes no moves towards her. He also wasn’t yelling now. That doesn’t calm the Avengers though. They still watched. Bruce and Jason watched them in return. 

Felicity was the one to walk up to Oliver as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I think they are just people just trying to get home. I believe we should help them. Also the Ai is clearly smart enough to break into our servers with or without permission. She still asked.”

Oliver holds her glare before signing and shaking his head. “Fine, but if we lose valuable information, it’s on you.”

The small woman grins triumphantly and turns on her heel to go back to her spot. “You have permission now Karen.”

“Thank you ms. Smoak.” The AI replies with what sounds like amusement in her voice.

“You can call me Felicity.”

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“Why are you doing this!” Clint yells at the figure shrouded in darkness from where he was tied up beside the pool of green goo. He struggled against his restraints but they were tight enough that the rope was cutting into his skin and making his hands go numb. He was stuck in a chair. Behind him was Natasha in the same position. She was glaring at their assailant but couldn’t make out their features. The last thing she remembers was looking for Steve in one of his old safe houses that they used while they were on the run. 

While she was searching the room she heard a high pitch whistle then a prick in her neck. She was knocked out before she could even realize it was a trap.

“Life was so much easier when you Avengers weren’t around.” The person snarls at them before releasing something like a giggle and starts walking towards them. “There were no ALien invasions, no robots trying to kill us.” They make it into the light to show a girl with her black hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She wore a padded black vest and beige colored cargo pants. She wore fingerless gloves with padded knuckles. Her eyes were this lilac like color. “After Iron Man showed up there were drones trying to kill him. Then Dear Captain America appeared along with the rest of you.” She grabs Natshas by her hair and yanks her head back harshly. Nat didnt let her have the satisfaction of showing any anger.. “You two may be the worst of them all though.”

She releases Natasha and walks back towards the shadows once again. “You put your missions as the main objective. Not the innocent people you were supposed to be protecting!” She whips around and instead of the evil glare that Clint was expecting. It was a wide and mirthless grin. It was almost too  big for her face. “You are insane.” The bird themed hero tells her with pure rage. Still struggling.

“It’s no use to struggle.” Nat tells her friend as she leans back in the chair and watches the girl. The first words she has spoken since she had woken up. 

“She’s right.” the girl says with another giggle that will haunt Clint's dreams. It was just down right creepy. “Boys!” She calls with almost a purr to her voice and suddenly three guys walk over to them. One was a younger guy who was on the bigger side. Thick black framed glasses sat on his face. The guy next to him was a blonde guy who was stupidly tall in Clint’s opinion. He also looked like a gymnast. The last guy was on the other side of the kid and was short and scrawny. But all three were grinning at Clint and Natasha like they had nothing to worry about. Like they were staring at Avengers. “Rough them up before you throw them in. I promised my partner he’ll have plenty of new toys.” She cackles as she leaves and the guys get their hands on the two avengers who could do nothing as they are injected with venom and tortured while their senses were heightened to a painful degree.

The blonde was one minute a man then the next a large wolf as he tore into Clint’s shoulder, ripping and tearing muscle and tissue. The scream that rips through the archer had Nat's Stomach lurching but she wasn’t doing better as the scrawny guy suddenly has his hand through her stomach as he starts pulling at her organs A dribble of blood falling down her chin. 

The torture felt like it lasted hours and the two spies were on the verge of death before they were finally shoved into the green goo. Their eyes dulled as they fell in.

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They get off of the video call not long after Karen gets settled into Felicity’s systems and starts gathering information. Peter only left one command for Karena nd that was to please not reveal too much information about them yet.

Peter looks at Bruce while tilting his head to the side slightly. “You really should be resting. Didn’t Dad stab you in the leg not that long ago?” He looks down at Bruce’s leg that was stabbed and he is bleeding once again from standing and walking around.

“Don’t worry, Kid, I’ll get him to bed.” Bucky promisesPeter as he wraps an arm around the middle of Bruce’s back, forcing the older male to wrap an arm around Bucky’s shoulder. “Actually learn on me dipshit.” 

The Billionaire glares at the soldier but does as told as he puts more weight onto Bucky and takes it off of his leg. Hissing in pain at the movement. “I’ll let you help me with this once.” He grumbles in annoyance.

“Yeah yeah, I get it. You’re a big tough man.” Bucky chuckles as they go walking to the stairs. “Don't Get your panties in a bunch.” 

Peter watches them go as he shakes his head with a small laugh. The two arguing all the way up the stairs but not fighting for once. Jason wasn’t watching the fathers. Instead he was watching Peter. He wasn’t going to admit it but he was worried about the kid who looked exhausted.

Peter stretches his arms above his head and twists his body to the side until he hears a satisfying pop. “Peter.” Karen’s voice suddenly says from the Bat computer. That got the young Spider’s attention real quick. 

“What’s wrong Karen?” He asks worriedly as he walks back over to the computer just in case she pulls anything up. Jason was now walking over to him too. 

“I have heard sightings of a green flash of light similar to what Mr. Queen had said he saw when Steve arrived here.” She explains to him. “There was also an increase of a strange energy. I think more of us are here.”

Peter swallows down the panic as he nods his head. He taps his hand on the desk and glances at the stairs. “Okay, can you see who it is?” He asks as let’s his suit come back on once again.

“I’m going with you.” Jason says instantly as he goes to grab his helmet off of his bike.

“I don’t know who it is, there are no cameras in the area.” Karen replies.

Peter bites his lip before looking at Jason and nodding. “Fine, but I don't know who this is. I don’t know how badly this will go.” He heads to Jason’s bike since that will be the fastest form of transport to the area. This could even go good or bad. Depending on who they are unlucky enough to run into.

Jason gets on the bike first and Peter quickly hops on behind the older male. “Karen, connect to Red Hood’s helmet and give him directions.” He orders his AI with a nervous tone. 

“Of course, Peter.” Was the polite reply he received and the two vigilantes were off, tire’s screeching as Jason pulled a 180 to get out of the cave. The AI told them how to exactly get to where the light had come from. Both males were silent on the ride there. 

Peter was lost in thought as he was scared. Of course he isn’t scared of his teammates. He could never fear them. It was just that the green rage is so hard to control that even Captain America is struggling. What if it was Bruce Banner who is here now? What if it is Tony and he has his iron man suit? There are so many what if’s that Peter can feel that his heart is trying to break through his rib cage. 

“Everything well be fine.” Jason promises the teen as he nears the destination. His body subconsciously follows aren’s directions as he drifts around a corner to the right. Car horns blare in their ears and tires screech. He pays them no mind though as his main priority is to get to his destination. 

Peter frowns as he glares ahead of him. He crosses his arms, not worried about holding onto anything since he is sticky. “You don’t know that. The wrong person getting this ‘pit rage’ can end up with half of your city destroyed.” He tries to explain.

Red snorts as he comes to a stop in front of the alley way. “I highly doubt that.”

“Don’t diss it so quickly.” Peter mumbles as he gets off of the bike and slowly makes his way towards the alleyway. He kept his body a bit lower and walked slowly. Like he was trying not to startle a wild animal. Jason follows the teen quickly as he frowns. 

A shiver goes up Peter’s back and he turns around to tackle Red out of the way quickly. An arrow goes soaring past Peter’s head. Just barely cutting his cheek.  Jason’s eyes are wide under his helmet as he looks towards the roof where the arrow had come from and sees a figure shrouded in darkness standing tall on the ledge. A bow in his hand and he was already reaching back for more arrows. “What the fuck!” Was all he was able to say before Peter got up and dragged Jason with him.

“Of course it’s Hawkeye!” Peter yells in frustration. His senses flare again causing him to throw Jason to the side and get an arrow lodged into his shoulder. He barely chokes down the scream. His senses don’t stop screaming though as he hopes up and sticks to the wall, just following instincts at this point. When he turns to see what caused his senses to flare, he sees the mother fucking black widow. “We’re dead.” 

Jason didn’t know what was happening. He quickly dives to the right as another arrow goes past him. He rolls and is back on his feet in time to block a punch from the black widow. “What’s the plan!” He yells to the kid who was shooting a web towards the roof where the archer was.

Peter yanks on the webbing and then swings his body as he swings high in the air and does a fluid backflip and lands on the roof with Clint who was already facing him with his bow drawn. “Try and not die!” Peter calls back to his new partner in crime. Peter moves his body just enough to dodge the arrow as he charges at Clint, foreign the archer into a close range battle. Clint uses his bow to block and deflect Peter’’s punches and kicks while Peter was trying really hard not to use too much strength.

Jason doesn't have any better luck on the ground as he blocks a punch from Natasha before she rolls with her punch and jabs him in the side. He grunts but lands a solid hit to her face making her stumble back into the wall. The woman looks up and glares at Jason with a deadly clam in her eyes. Her eyes were that acidic green color. 

Natasha fixes her stance and throws a powerful high kick towards the vigilante’s head which he catches easily. She gives him a sly smirk while twisting her body and uses his own weight to allow herself to lift out of the air and wrap her other leg around Jason’s neck and drag him to the ground using her own body weight. She has him pinned to the ground with her thighs squeezing on his throat. Jason tries to get her off but his arms are caught under her knees. He bucks his body up by placing his feet flat on the ground but it was no use.

Peter jumps back and lands on the edge of the roof as he looks at  Clint with worry even though the other male couldn’t see it. “Come on Clint!” Peter begs as he aims his web shooter at him and is able to yank the archer’s bow out of his grasp. “Don’t you remember me? Spiderman?” Peter felt like his world was crashing. He could hear Jason struggling below him and trying to gasp for air.

Everything goes still on the roof as Clint just stares at him before a shit eating grin stretched across his face and he starts laughing. “Nat, I think we tortured the kid enough!” The bastard, the traitor, the bitch calls down to the deadly assassin.

Peter watches Clint as he gapes at him before falling to his knees in relief and lets out a noise between a laugh and a sob. “You fucking bastard!” He cries at them. 

Natasha stands up as she releases her hold on Jason and looks towards the roof. “It was Clint’s idea.” She calls Peter but she didn’t bother yelling as she knew the teen could hear her. Jason glares at Nat from under his mask and gets up. “What the fuck was that!” He snarls at her.

“It was a test.” She says simply and waits with her arms at her side. They weren’t crossed or in her pockets out of habit. SHe isn’t used to being weaponless like this. “To make sure it was actually him.”

Clint soon drops down next to Nat and the woman doesn't even flinch or look at her teammate. Peter follows closely behind Hawkeye as he looks at Natasha with a glare. His mask was off since they were hidden in the alleyway. “I hate you both.” Tears were in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, маленький паук.” Natasha says as she goes over to the teen and ruffles his hair. “We had to make sure it was you. I also wanted to test this stranger who is with you.”

“It also wasn’t all pretend.” The archer admits as he holds his bow. He wasn’t in his normal archer gear and Peter now realizes that he wasn’t even holding his normal bow either. He was also far more beaten up then Peter did to him. Natasha wasn’t better off. “When we first got here me and Natasha fought. We had just finished before you guys got here. Nat beat me ass.”

Peter couldn’t help laughing at that. “Of course, of course.”

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Felicity was watching Karen work with amazement. Her screens were flipping through tabs and programs faster than the computer genius could keep track of. “You are amazing…” The blonde whispers as the AI keeps working.

“Thank you Ms. Smoak.” The reply comes instantly and makes the girl giddy.

Steve watches the two from where he stood across the room with Oliver. “You never answered when I'll be taken back to my team.” Steve says while not looking away.

“When we deem you aren’t a threat.” Oliver replies while turning away from the girls to look at the super soldier. “Steve Artum was a meta who’s ability was something called foresight.” The Arrow starts saying as he crosses his arms. “It was the reason he was able to rob so many banks.” He looks away from the dark blonde haired man who stares at him shocked. “I don’t know how this dimensional travel shit works.”

Steve nods as he understands what he is trying to say. “You don’t know if I’ll somehow develop this guy’s powers and start robbing banks?” he asks him, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

“I don’t know you. I have no reason to trust a stranger that just appeared.” Oliver retorts back and watches Felicity again who is talking to Karen like the AI was an actual person.

Steve forces the arrow to turn and look at him as he gives his iconic disappointed face. “I would never rob a bank. The fact that you are insinuating that I would is offensive.” He could feel that sticky green in his veins that was trying to fuel his anger. He was trying to keep it at bay though. He doesn’t want to hurt a fellow hero.

“And I’m supposed to just believe your word?” he asks incredulously. He just couldn’t believe what he is hearing.

“That is the basis of trust.” Steve says while just openly staring at him in disbelief. “How do you have a team when you are this untrusting?”

Oliver rolls his eyes as he glares at the taller male. “Simple, they gave me reasons to trust them.”

“You sound like Tony.” He shakes his head and moves away from him as the anger was building the more he thought about it but he stops and turns around and walks right back over to him. “I’m a hero and you accused me of wanting to rob banks!” He couldn’t help it. This guy had no right to accuse him. “Even during the great depression I never stole!”

“Well sorry I don’t just believe the words of someone who sounds insane!” Oliver snaps at him as he pushes the soldier away from him. Steve grinds his teeth and punches the wall right next to Oliver’s head. His fist getting embedded into the wall.

“Walk away from me please.” Steve grunts out as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Oliver glares at him still but goes under his arm and goes over to Felicity who was staring at him with wide eyes.

Steve tries to calm down and not start a fight.

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Bruce was laying in bed after Buckya nd him finally made it to his room. Bucky was now collecting clothes for the older man. He ignores the blue eyes that were boring into his back. He doesn't want knowledge of helping the other man when they normally only fight. It felt awkward.

The soldier goes back over to the bed and drops the clothing on the bed. “Sit up.” He demands in a bored tone. His arms crossed over his chest. 

“I don’t need your help.” Bruce grumbles as he sits up like he was told. Swatting away Bucky’s hands when the other male reached for his shirt. “I have a stab wound in my leg. My arms are still usable.”

“I don’t trust you to admit to needing help.” The soldier replies simply while glaring at him. This is more what he is used to. “Now let me help you change. I also need to check your stitches.”

Bruce wants to snap at him but holds it in as he lets Bucky remove his shirt. “Why are we taking my shirt off anyways?”

“I’m checking for any other damage. I wasn’t sure if I held back properly with my punches. I can’t even remember if I used my metal arm or not.” He then at Bruce’s ribs first as he looks at the coloring of purples and blacks mixed with some red. His fingers grazed over the damaged skin. His eyes held some sadness in them but he didn't linger on the bruising as he grabbed Bruce’s right arm and looked at the damage. 

The bat was calm as he just watched Bucky scan over him. He could see the look in his eyes. He regretted fighting with him. Bruce had to admit it was also partly his fault for the massive one in the cave. He keeps poking at the bear. Well, be more like a wolf when it comes to those snarls and growls. 

Once Bucky was satisfied and making sure that was okay he started taking off Bruce’s pants which made the bat finally realize what was going on. “Hold up!” He yells and starts kicking at the soldier. Hissing at the pain.

“Stop kicking me, you're injured.” Bucky growls at him as he grabs his ankle, preventing him from kicking. Bruce just starts kicking with his other leg making the soldier sigh in annoyance. “I already told you, I need to check on your injury.” He starts trying to finish undressing him but Bruce isn't having it and kicks him in the face. 

“Stop stripping me!” The Bat yells at him.

Bucky glares at him from behind his foot and growls lowly. His nose was now crooked and bleeding. Bucky grabs his foot and yanks him down the bed so he can stare at him face to face, grabbing the stab wound. “I’m not interested in seeing your tiny little dick.” Bruce groans in pain and just glares at Bucky. “So chill the fuck out.”

“Hey Bruce i was just wondering-” The sound of Dick’s voice cuts off as he stares at the scene in front of him. The oldest’s eyes were wide as he saw James on top of Bruce with a hand holding onto his thigh (the stab wound that he couldn’t see). His other hand was next to Bruce’s head. Bruce’s hands were on James’ chest like he was trying to push him away (Or pull him closer?). Also James was between the Billionaire’s legs. 

Dick clears his throat and blushes deeply. “Sorry for bothering you.” He takes a quick picture before quickly trying to leave. Chaos follows him as he hears Bruce and James fall out of bed, yelling after him.

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For the record, Peter knew how they got back to the cave wasn’t safe. But it worked. That is all that mattered. The Spider simply swung back to the bat cave but that still left one too many people on the back of Jason’s bike. Solution?

Webbing Clint to the bike with a whole lot of webbing.

Clint was proud of himself also as he wasn’t scared even when his head was so close to being slammed into a brick wall. Why did the webb him up sideways? Were they trying to kill him? He thought they were.

But all that mattered was they all were back in the cave with all of their limbs and no one died. Jason gets off of his bike with an annoyed huff. He pulls out his phone that has been blowing up for several minutes now.

“Can someone free me?” Clint asks but is ignored as Natasha gets off of the bike and Peter lands next to her.

“Who is blowing up your phone?” Peter asks in confusion and tries to look over Jason’s shoulder. It wasn’t possible since he was too short. He pouts and waits for the guy to say what was happening.

Jason doesn't answer, instead after he sees whatever was making his blow up, he starts laughing. Hard.

Natasha is confused and takes the phone out of Jason's hand who doesn’t even fight back. She gives a slow blink before smirking. “I see now.” 

“Come on guys!” Clint whines as he struggles but still no one goes to help the archer. Instead Natasha turns the phone to show Peter. 

DickyBird: Guys, we have another dad.

(Picture of Bruce and Bucky that he took)

SleepIsForTheWeak: Does this mean Peter is our brother?

Princess: Wait, we have another brother and I haven’t met him yet! o(≧o≦)o

BrightMan: Isn’t that the scary guy? Who threatened me within three seconds of meeting me?

Peter stops reading the text messages as he just stares at the picture before groaning loudly. “I have enough father figures! I Don't need to be adding actual dads into this mix!” 

Natasha’s look would have been sympathetic if she didn’t look so amused. If she was anyone else Peter would have flipped her off or snarked at her. But Peter thinks he might actually die if he tries to do that. So he settles on pouting.

“Please…” Clint begs in complete defeat at this point.

Peter finally took pity on the archer and went over with his web dissolvant to free him. CLint jumps up and glares at the boy. It was all playful and Peter knew this.

“Never again will i agree to that.” he crossed his arms and huffed. “You left me webbed up like some criminal!”

Peter grins at him and gives a one shoulder shrug “I mean you were technically seen as an international criminal for awhile.” Clint wacks him on the back of his head.

“And that was all to save that father of yours.” He snarks at him.

Peter grins happily while Jason sighs softly from where he stood reading through the messages. He had apparently gotten his phone back from Natasha at some point. 

“But you and Bucky are together?” Clint asks as he gets serious and so does Natasha as they both look at Peter. They were tense and watching the teen closely. 

“Yeah, we both arrived here.” He tells her in confusion. He looks between them worried. 

Natasha glances around for any signs of the captain before frowning. “Where is Steve?”

“Somewhere called Star City.” Peter tells her as he gets even more concerned. “What’s wrong Nat?”

Clint crosses his arms and taps his arm with his fingers. “Okay, can we get in contact with him? We have some information about what is going on.” 

Peter grows tense before nodding. “Yeah, we can call Mr. Rogers. I’ll go get Dad.” He quickly runs towards the stairs as Jason turns to look at Natasha and Clint.

“Should I call the rest of my family down?” He asks plainly. He waved his phone at them.

Nat thinks for a second and weighs the possibility of the enemy attacking them here too. She remembers briefly the possibility of this being from an organization. “Yes, you guys may be in danger too.” Jason just nods and just starts typing on his phone.

Soon enough everyone was downstairs standing in front of the bat computer. In the middle was Peter in the chair once again. Right behind him was where Bucky stood. Natasha on Bucky’s right and CLint on his left. Bruce stood away from Bucky on Clint’s side. The two males don’t even want to think about the misunderstanding from earlier. Tim stood right next to Peter with Jason on the other side. Duke was next to Clint acting somewhat as a barrier between Bruce and Bucky. Dick was right next to Natasha. Damian was next to his father glaring at Bucky. Finally Cassandra and Stephanie sat on the floor in front of Peter. They had to do quick introductions. 

On the screen was Steve once again. To his right was Oliver and his left Felicity. Then behind Steve were a lot more people. They were introduced as Thea, Diggle, and Lance. Apparently it was important for them to hear this too. 

Finally also on screen but on her own call was Barbara, the librarian.

Peter sighs softly as he shakes his head. Thai was way too many people but he understands the importance of all of them being on call like this. 

“I heard you have information Nat, Clint.” Steve says seriously as his face was stone cold and his back straight. There were no friendly smiles like earlier or happy greetings. It was all business. 

“Yes, Clint and I were captured by a girl who was the one to bring us here.” Nat starts off with saying. Her tone was emotionless and very matter of fact.

Clint joins in now. “She admitted to having a vendetta against the avengers.” he pauses as he remembers being tied to that chair. The words that girl spoke echoing in his head. “She blames us for the alien invasions and all of the destruction and death.” 

“If we were not around there would have been more deaths.” Steve points out with a soft sigh. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Continue.”

Nat nods as she sets her hands on Peter’s shoulder. “We have reasons to believe there are more people working with her and some of them might even be here.”

Hawkeye nods as he watches Steve tense up on screen. “She mentioned a partner and sending him ‘more toys to play with’.” Hawkeye raised his hands to put air quotes around his words. He still was so mad he couldn’t do anything. “There also were these three people who were with her. These guys who attacked us before we were thrown in. I generally thought we were going to die but we woke up here with no injuries. Just angry.”

“That is the Lazarus pit.” Bruce finally speaks up. “The Lazarus pit can heal injuries and revive the dead but when the dead is revived there are side effects.”

“Lie uncontrollable anger.” Natasha says simply. She thinks to herself before nodding. “I hope Bruce doesn't go through it then.”

Bruce looked confused for a minute along with all of the original people. Peter gives a soft laugh and shakes his head. “Different Bruce.This Bruce when he gets angry he turns into this huge green guy.” They get even more confused.

“So there are at least five people?” Steve asks as Bucky stays silent and just listens to them Thinking over all of the information they were given.

“You said there were three guys that attacked you guys?” Bucky suddenly asks. 

“More like torture, but yes.” Clint tells him as he looks at the Winter Soldier. “You figure something out?”

Bucky nods as he taps his fingers onto his metal arm. “After we got here we learned that we have the exact same DNA as other people who used to be here. Like we took their spots.” He was looking down as he talked. Like he was thinking over the information. “Peter seems to have gotten more spider-like. He actually has fangs.” 

“I also produce venom.” Peter helpfully points out, having everyone turn to look at him. The teen squeaks and shrinks in on himself. “What?”

Bucky shakes his head and decides to ignore that. “I also seemed to be more…animalistic.” He frowns as he hates that phrasing. 

“How relevant is it?” Natasha asks. It wasn’t harsh even though it sounded like it. She was just curious. 

Bucky of course knew this. “The person I replaced was a wolf Mutant while Peter’s was a spider mutant.” He looks over his shoulder at Natasha. “I think these people traded places with us instead of being replaced.”

“That would be…interesting.” Clint says as he blinks a few times. “They might have gotten your guy’s abilities then.” he tenses at the idea.

“I don’t think it is a full collaboration.” Peter says from his spot in the chair. He starts playing with his hands as he speaks. Too nervous to look at everyone. He could already feel their stares on him. “If it was, Dad would be turning into a wolf at random times since he wouldn’t know how to control his ability. Also Aunt Natasha and Uncle Clint would be dead since the other people wouldn’t be able to regulate their strength.”

Natasha nods in understanding but frowns. “Is this all you guys have found out in six days?” She asks them in confusion.

“What do you mean six days? It’s only been a day.” Steve speaks up instantly as he stands up.

“No, you guys have been missing for six days.” Clint reiterates as he now looks confused. 

Peter frowns but then groans loudly. “I’m going to miss my highschool graduation!”

“That's your worry, Punk?” Bucky asks him with a smirk.

“I don’t like you calling me that. I had Karen look up saying from your time. A Punk was what  you guys called feminine men. I’m not a Twink dad.” Peter says with a pout.

Bucky sputters over his words with wide eyes as Clint chokes on a laugh along with multiple other bat kids. Tim and Dick didn’t try to hide their laugh though. Steve looked very disappointed in Peter and Bucky both and Nat just looked amused.

“Sorry to interrupt but I have another sighting of the new masked vigilante.” Felicity says from their side as she starts missing with a screen. Oliver moves quickly over to her side to look before going to get ready to head out. 

“I’m guessing this meeting is over.” Steve says with a chuckle. 

“I guess so.” Nat says with a smile as she relaxes slightly. They end the call and Clint pouts. 

“I was supposed to be the only bow wielder.”

-----

Steve turns to look at Felicity and Oliver. “Another sighting?” He asks, confused.

“There has been this guy leaving half dead bodies all around queens. Every time we try to trail him it is like he knows we are coming.” Felicity explains with a frown. “They use too much force.”

Oliver heads towards the door. “So we need to stop them,” he says simply. 

“Let me go with you.” Steve says instantly as he goes to follow him. 

The Arrow turns and glares at the taller male. “I can not trust you. So no, you stay here.”

Steve stares at him before raising his hands and leaning down to whisper. “Is he always like this?”

The blonde gives a nod while turning back to her screen to help Oliver with trying to catch the new masked assailant. But before they know Oliver was coming back down the elevator witha  man dressed up next to him. “He’s one of yours.” Oliver tells Steve angrily. 

“Rogers.” The male said with a deep voice. Greeting Captain America bluntly. Steve’s eyes widened as he says,

“We thought you were dead D-”

-----

Tony was beyond stressed and annoyed as he paced around his lab once again. Hundreds of coffee cups litter his floor as he paces. “Now Clintand Natasha are missing.” He says aloud as Buce gives an affirmative hum from where he stood analyzing more goo. “I can’t see them going on a dive so what happened!?”

“That is what I’m trying to find out if you stop pacing for a minute and help.” Bruce tells his co-worker as he lifts his head to look at Tony. “Or you can actually try and sleep so you can be useful.”

Tony glares at Bruce and waves his hands around. “Fri, set a time for me to sleep in like, three hours.”

“I would recommend sleeping now sir.” His AI back talked. 

Tony scoffs and stops pacing to glare up at the ceiling. “I can't sleep! My friends are missing!” He huffs and flops back in his chair. “They have been missing for six days now! And we have nothing!” He runs a hand through his hair. “When is Thor going to get here to see if this more of his freaky god shit!”

“If this was related to Thor we would have figured something out by now.” Bruce informs the other scientist as he glares at whatever he found. “Yeah, their DNA is in here.” He pushes back in his chair and rubs the tiredness and strain out of his eyes. “So they also went into that goo like Steve, Bucky, and Peter. 

“Of course.” Tony Snarks. “Why not have everyone go swimming in that strange green slime. Sounds like soooo much fun.”

The door opens to his lab and the two scientists look over to see who it was tiredly. Of course it was just Sam. “What is it?” Tony asks far too harshly.

“Damn, I found information and you are going to treat me like this?” Sam tries to tease but it falls short as his own tiredness and worry was evident in his voice. “Fine, A flash drive was sent into the police station today addressed to us. Of course no one can just send things to the compound so they had to call me out to get it.”

“And why is this so important?” Tony asks but he was already standing to grab it. 

Sam rolls his eyes. “No one knows that there are missing avengers and on the envelope had five names. Guess who’s names.”

Tony  snatches the envelope out of Sam’s hands as soon as the Falcon raises it up. Like the hero said there were five names on the envelope. Steve, Bucky, Spider-man, Natasha, Clint. Tony pulls out the flash drive and lugs it in. He wasn’t worried about a virus since Friday is the best at virus killing. There was one video file and he clicks on it. 

It was a video of Natasha and Clint being tied up in the chairs as they were tortured. The three avengers watched in horror as the wolf tore into CLint and then another person slamming their hand through Natasha’s stomach. 

Bruce had to walk away as he was starting to turn a little green. 

“This is only the beginning~” A girl’s voice coos before the video abruptly ends. 

“Friday, try and trace anything on this video!” Tony yells as he was running to grab his phone that was on the charger. “Also look into the video at the precinct that this was dropped off at!”

“Yes Sir.” The AI replies instantly. 

“Sam! Don’t get captured and check on your family!” Tony yells and he does the same as he calls Pepper. Fear hitting him at the thought of something happening to Pepper or Morgan. Irt was bad enough he already lost Peter. He can’t imagine losing them too.

“Hey Tony.” Bruce calls from where he was back at the dna analysis. Tony goes over to see what he was looking at while still shaking from nerves and lack of sleep. “I decided to run all of the DNA to see who else is missing.” he moves to let him see what he was seeing. 

“Isn’t that the guy that the person with long hair asked us to find?” Tony asks as he looks at the name. 

“It is.”

Chapter Text

“I thought you were dead, Daredevil.” Steve says in shock as he stares at the devil masked man in front of him. 

“I did too for a while” he says and moves to stay closer to the darker parts of the room. “Let me explain.” His voice was still deep and growly.

One week earlier

“This is my third case just this week that a person has just disappeared and I can’t trace them.” Jessica slurs as she leans on Matt for support so she doesn’t just topple over. “Do you know how rare it is for me not to find anything?” She takes another swig from her alcohol bottle. 

Matt sighs as he leans against the wall in the alley they stood in. He was in full Daredevil gear and was left just listening to Jessica rant about her luck. “What about I try to see if I can find anything.”

Jessica gives the vigilante a smirk even though she knows he won’t be able to see it. “You won’t see anything there Double D.”

“Did the Kid really get you to call me that too?” Matt asks in disbelief and a frown on his face. He turns his head towards Jessica but never fully looks into her face. “I already made it clear I don’t like the name. I'd rather be called Red than that.” 

Jessica huffs and goes to walk towards the mouth of the alley, stumbling over her own feet. “You only like that name cuz Punisher calls you it. Now get to work in helping me out. I have people who are desperate and willing to pay just for a clue.” She was gone and leaving Matt to just sigh in annoyance. 

He was up a fire escape and down the block fast as he ran across the roofs listening for any sort of information and of course looking for any trouble either. He stops though when he hears a familiar voice.

“Emily says the experiments are going well.” A gruff male voice says. “Soon we’ll be moving onto the next phase.” Matt hears the two people walking towards what sounds like a construction site  in the middle of Hell’s kitchen. He can smell fresh dirt  that was dug up. He also smells something more chemically. He frowns as he crouches down on the rooftop he was on.

“She is planning on getting the Avengers involved next?” A second voice asks. His voice was more nasally and annoying. Matt tenses hearing about the Avengers. Thismight be bigger than just him then.

The first guy speaks back up. “No, not yet.” He stops from wherever they were walking to. He knocks his hand on something that makes a metallic tang. “We need to make more of this stuff first. She wants to get someone stronger than just a crack head or prostitute.” 

A car was driving up to the two men who were talking. The nasally guy lets out a pleased noise as he approaches the vehicle. “We have another test subject.” He opens the trunk when the car parks and two men get out of the car. 

Matt can hear the distinctive sound of rope rubbing against each other and muffled screams even from his spot high above. He frowns and realizes he needs to step in. He doesn't know what this experiment is but whatever it was, it isn’t good. 

He hops off of the roof and runs straight at the men. His Billy club clenched tightly in his hands. The driver of the car lets out a startled surprise and Matt listens to the sound of metal on fabric and the smell of gunpowder. He turns to the right in time for the driver to fire a bullet at him. He punched him in the face, using his grip on the billy club to make sure the punch was hard enough to knock the guy out. 

He dropped like a pile of rocks. 

The gunshot alerts the others as they quickly turn towards him. “Shit it’s the Devil!” One of them yells as they go to grab for their guns. Matt goes for the Nasally guy next as he charges at him straight on. He whips his billy club at his face but the guy falls back onto the ground and quickly scoots away. The next attack aimed between his legs. “Guys! Help!” The guy below him begs and Matt tilts his head before turning and diving behind the car as gun fire rings out behind him. He only grunts in pain when a bullet grazes his thigh. 

He doesn’t bother checking the wound, it was bleeding moderately but nothing he can’t handle. From his roll to behind the car he uses the momentum to bounce himself back up onto his feet and goes over the hood of the car. Nailing another guy in the face. They both fell to the ground from the momentum. From the sound and the smell of the guy. It was the first guy he heard speaking.

He does dwell much longer as he hops away from the body and on top of the car right as another round of gunfire aims at him. The people have no remorse in hitting their buddy. Matt then was aborting his position on the car as even more gun fire came towards him; it was a never ending cycle that let him know there were more people that joined the fight. He focuses on his hearing, one, two, five, ten heart beats. Ten new people have joined him and he was at a disadvantage at being in the middle. 

Then he hears a faster heartbeat rhythm. It was a woman and he could smell her perfume from where he stood. “Alright boys.” the girl calls over the sound of gun fire. Instantly everyone stopped shooting and Daredevil was left breathing heavily but trying to hide it. That game of cat and mouse wasn’t fun. “We don’t want him dead now do we?” She asks with a coo in her voice. Like she was talking about a cute little baby and not killing the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

Matt hears the sound of something being pulled out.it was mechanical in nature. “I mean, he can just join the experiment.” She giggles and presses a button on the little machine and suddenly an ear piercing noise fills Matt’s ears as his eyes widen and he drops his club to the ground. He couldn’t stand up any longer as he fell back against the car, sliding down onto his knees as he tried to cover his ears. 

“Who are you!” He heard himself yell but everything was ringing and he could feel blood dripping down his ears and down his neck. 

He must have been blacking out because suddenly the woman was in front of him, her perfume even stronger in his nose and he was lying on the ground. “Where would the fun be if I told you that?” She asks him in a teasing tone. Then his world faded away.

-----

When he woke up next Mat didn’t know where he was. He could smell smog but it was different. It was like the New York smog he learned to endure with his intense senses. It was a lot lighter in a sense. Also the sound of traffic was all wrong. There wasn’t anyone yelling about someone walking in the middle of the road. He frowns as he pushes himself up off of the ground. 

Matt tilts his head and he can hear a feminine voice yell about someone stealing her bag and the perp was running towards the alley way that Matt woke up in. it was such a  cliche the lawyer had to stop from rolling his eyes. 

After a quick run down and realizing he was still wearing his gear and his billy clubs were just by his feet. (He didn't find that out by nearly tripping on them. He didn’t) He gets ready. When the perp was just about to run past the alley, Matt sticks his hand out and grabs him by his shirt. It was child’s play from there.

Matt slams the guy into the wall right next to them and the force alone makes him drop the bag. Matt then gave a swift punch to the face and the guy was out like a light. He drops the unconscious man when he hears the sounds of him sleeping before kneeling down and picking up the bag. 

Stepping out onto the main road he hears gasps and people around him stop moving as they stare at him. From the heat Matt felt on his lower face, it was the middle of the day and no longer night. The stares felt like they were burning into the poor vigilante so he turned towards where the woman was speechless and held out her bag. “Take it.” He basically growls at her. He wasn't used to interacting with civilians during his extracurriculars. 

Swiftly the woman grabs the bag and mumbles a quick thank you before scurrying away. That was the best way to describe it in Matt’s opinion. It was like she was a mouse running from a house cat. 

He doesn’t stay much longer and disappears back into the shadows of the alleyway and easily parkours his way up to the roof by using a trash can and fire escape. He needed to find out where he was and what that Emily person had planned. He couldn’t be that far away from Hell’s Kitchen.

He crouches low on the roof a bit away from the edge as he just listens to the people. He needed to know what was happening. “I wonder when we will get a new mayor.” A girl’s voice speaks from below where Matt was perched; he focuses on that conversation. If they mention who the mayor is then he will know where he is. He doesn't remember there being any elections around him though. 

The vigilante frowns slightly as he focuses on them more. A male voice replies next, “I doubt it’ll happen anytime soon. All of our mayors keep getting killed or being evil. No one wants that responsibility.” 

Now Matt definitely doesn't remember any mayor assassinations. Especially after the WInter Soldier turned good. He was getting even more concerned now. 

“That is true.” The first person says as they seemed to hum like they were contemplating something. “What about  the Arrow? Wouldn’t he be a good mayor?”

The second person lets out a scoff, like he couldn’t believe the other said something like that. “That criminal would make a horrible mayor. Why would you even suggest that?” The vigilante was getting a bit frustrated now.  Who was the Arrow? All he can think is someone possibly calling Hawkeye that but why not just use his name. Also last that Matt heard, Hawkeye is a hero. Besides the whole becoming a fugitive thing.

“Now hold on. The Arrow has done a lot of good for this city.” The first person defends. Sounding offended that the second person just threw his thought out so fast. 

“Name one thing.” 

“He stopped most of the earthquakes, he stopped those weird soldiers during the invasion. He stops criminals like bank robbers and murderers. He even took Vertigo off of the street.” The girl defends as she huffs. Matt heard a slight stomp of a foot like she was trying to add more emphasis to her words.

The guy starts laughing like her words were something to be seen as some sort of amusement. “The guy is a giant hypocrite. He is a murderer if you don’t remember. He’s killed fifty people, and that is just confirmed kills. Who knows how many others he had.”

“But he changed!” The girl argues. Matt could almost hear the glare in her voice. Her heart rate was rising to show her annoyance even more. “He hasn’t killed anyone since after the night of the over taking!”

“Wow, a guy suddenly gets morals and he is a saint.” The guy replied sardonically. 

Matt has heard enough as he stumbles away from the edge and stands up straight in the middle of the roof. None of that made any sense. Arrow? The over Taking? Murder? Matt would have known of at least one of these. He has to be further away than he originally thought. Not only that, why was he kept alive? Why not kill him when he was taken down?

Matt quickly grabs at his phone that was stowed away in a hidden pocket. He listens to the narrator as he finds Foggy’s number and calls him. Putting his phone to his ear he listens

Ring

Ring

Ring

‘The number you have dialed is not currently in service’

Matt frowns as he pulls his phone away from his ear, affronted. Foggy would have told him if he had deactivated his phone. He also knows Foggy wouldn't have done that.

He goes to Claire’s number next. It yielded the exact same results. 

Matt starts pacing at this point. Thai couldn’t be happening. Where was he taken? It was still in the United States based on how everyone is speaking English and he can hear the cars on the right side of the road. So he wasn’t in a different country. 

He was going to call Karen but decided not to. He had a feeling it wouldn’t have worked either. With some issues he gets to his google and quickly looks up information. He starts with what he has heard so far and looks up the undertaking, Arrow, and something about an invasion of soldiers.

His research was deemed useful when he learns he is in some place called Star City. it is loathed in California so he somehow ended up across the continent from where he originally was. 

He also found out he doesn’t exist, the avengers don’t exis. The Punisher, Spiderman, Battle of New York. None of it. It was like he was in a completely different universe. 

He tilts his head to the side as he hears someone heading towards him. He quickly drops down and disappears through the winding alleyways and streets. Staying out of public view. Hiding from whatever guy was after him.

-----

It wasn’t until a week later that Daredevil heard a familiar voice as he was stationed near where he thinks the Arrow’s hideout was. He was keeping tabs on the other vigilantes in the city so he could try and gain more information on what he was exactly working with. Also to see if they are friend or foe. Thanks to his senses though, he was able to avoid Arrow, who he accidentally found is actually someone called Oliver. 

“What do you mean six days? It’s been a day.” He had heard Captain America himself say. The first person he has recognized in a week. It felt like ice had filled his veins though. Six days compared to Steve’s one? That couldn’t be correct. 

Daredevil decides he must talk to the Avenger as he drops down in front of the building where he knows the hideout is. He turns to look straight where he can feel the electrical pulses of a camera and just stares. 

It didn’t take long for someone to leave what sounded like an elevator and head towards him quickly. Ot clenched and ready to fight. 

Matt turns to look towards him and hopes he is looking into his face. “I’m not interested in you. You have Captain America right?” he asks in his Devil voice. 

Oliver stares at him before sighing. Turning around he walks back to the elevator. Matt figures he is just supposed to follow him, so he does. It was an awkward ride down to the base.

-----

“That is basically all.” Matt tells Steve as he leans against the wall where he had stationed himself. He kept his body tense and his head tilted so he could hear everything even better. “I tried to gather more information on this Emily person. No one knew anything” He says in annoyance.

Steve nods as he shakes his head in disbelief. “You have been here for a week so that means you have been missing there for…” Steve tries to do the math.

“Forty two days.” Karen helpfully pipes up from the computer as Matt frowns.

Matt sighs heavily but nods slowly. “Yeah.” he reaches up to grab his mask to take it off. Steve stares at him shocked. “I have no reason to keep this on. Not like anyone knows my  civilian identity here.” Once it was pulled off there was no hiding the hazy look in his eyes. Also the fact his eyes never focused on anything.Just staring blankly towards Steve.

Steve gasps exaggeratedly. “You’re that blind lawyer that helped Peter when he was framed for murder!”

Matt gives a soft chuckle as he nods. He easily walks over to Steve and holds his hand out. His growly personality is now gone and it was just the charming lawyer one now. “Nice to officially meet you. Matt Murdock.”

Felicity lets out a squeak as she stares at Matt in shock. Oliver wasn’t much  better but his mouth was just hanging open. “You’re blind?” Felicity couldn’t stop herself from asking him that. She has never met anyone blind and able to do the things Daredevil did. Also Daredevil was a really cool name. “How?”

Steve shakes Matt’s hand. Not much better on the shocked front but gives a soft chuckle and shakes his head. 

Matt thinks if he really wants them to know how he does what he does. He then remembers what happened with Emily as he frowns. “I'm sorry I am not comfortable with explaining that aspect.” 

Oliver looks at him suspiciously that he could feel, but soon the Arrow just sighs and accepts it.”What is more weirdo here.” He goes over to Matt next and goes to hold out his hand but stops as he blinks slightly. It will take him a minute to get used to that. “I’m Oliver Queen, the Arrow. Then to your left is Felicity Smoake.” He introduces politely.

“Nice to meet you both.” he says while still staring straight ahead. “I’m sorry if my eyes creep you out. I do not have my glasses anymore. Nor do I have spare clothes.” he chuckles lightly as he places his mask down.

Chapter Text

After the call had ended in the bat cave Peter leaned back in the chair.  He looks over at the still pouting archer since another Archer has appeared. Peter stands up and pats the archer on his shoulder “There there, I bet you are the only one that camps out in the vents.”

That earned them both strange looks from the bats while Clint just lights up like a child on christmas. “You’re right!” Bucky shakes his head while pinching the bridge of his nose and Natasha tries to hide her fond smile by looking away.

“Wait, does he actually go into vents?” Tim asks as he looks at the Avengers in a weird mix of awe and horror. 

Peter grins widely. “He does, I remember when I met him for the first time after the Civil War and Thanos, he had almost fallen on me after Tony evacuated him from the vents.”

Clint whines, not unlike an overgrown child, and glares at Peter. “It was so uncalled for too. I do anything wrong.”

“You were eavesdropping on us.” Peter reminds him.

“Exactly, I did nothing wrong.”

Bruce sighs as he watches them. “I would like to talk to James, Clint, and Natasha in my office if possible.” He looks at the said adults.

Two of the three adults straighten up while the last one glares at him. Of course Bucky was going to be upset about being taken away from his kid. “Lead the way.” Clint says easily as he sets his bow down on the bat computer. Peter instantly grabbed it. “Fix that up for me kid, it was in the alley with me. It’s not actually my normal one.”

“Yes Sir.” Peter says with a grin as he looks over the bow.

Bruce couldn’t help shaking his head again as he led the three adults upstairs and to his office. Once away from the kids they were silent and serious. Bucky walked towards the back while Clint and Natasha walked right behind Bruce. Their heads neer stopped moving. Always watching, always analyzing. Where one wasn’t looking another was.

Bruce doesn't pay much attention to their behavior as he does the same thing he has been told by his kids. His kids also do it too, besides Duke who is still new.

After a short walk Bruce is pushing open a door and holding it open for his guests. Natasha stops next to Bruce and Clint next to her. Bucky goes in first and scans the room silently and takes a seat in front of the desk. That was apparently the go ahead as Clint then goes in and finally Natasha. The archer sits down in the other seat next to Bucky while the spy chooses to stand behind the two with her arms crossed. 

Bruce makes his way to his desk and sits behind it. “I need you guys to tell me everything about your world. Leave out no details.” He tells them.

The three of them look between each other.

“It started in 1942….”

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Tim watches Peter in amazement as he watches the boy take apart a normal compact bow with a keen accuracy, like he has done it many times. Once it was taken apart the boy started grabbing wiring and metal alike. Just pieces of scrap Time and Bruce had laying around and started adding them to the bow. 

The others have already gone back upstairs just leaving the two alone. Tim wanted to ask what Peter was doing but he couldn’t find himself asking. Peter starts tapping on the table in a tune that the vigilante recognizes as an old AC/DC song. 

Peter sways to the song that only he could hear as he solders wiring and runs his finger along the upper limb. “Hey Tim.” he suddenly says, making the other teen suddenly jump. He was far too distracted watching Peter work. But it was hard not to admire the teen.

“Y-yeah?” Tim stutters out as he goes to stand behind Peter to look more closely. 

Peter hums as he finishes whatever he was doing with the bow as he sets it down. “We should have a movie night with everyone.” He looks up at the coffee addict and smiles softly. “We have a lot of clashing personalities here now. I also know my team can be a bit….much.”

Tim thinks about what he has seen of the new two so far before nodding in agreement. “That Natasha woman terrifies me.”

“As she should.” Peter agrees as he soon goes over to the quiver that Hawkeye had left on Jason’s bike. “We would have movie nights at the compound after really tough missions and everyone was just a bit too on edge to sleep.” he grins happily. “I even had a couple with Double D and DP.”

Tim looks at him confused. “Multiple things you said didn’t make sense. First off, compound?” He asks him.

Peter nods as he starts working on the quiver next, reinforcing it and adding more electrical wiring. Tim frowns as he really wants to know what he is doing. “The Avengers’ Compound. It is sort of like the base of operations.” He explains to the other boy.

Tim nods slowly before then asking, “Also who is Double D and DP?”

“You met one of them already.” The teen hums, at the other’s confused look he decides to explain. “Double D is Daredevil.” He walks off once again as he looks around. “DP is Deadpool. Also known as the Merc With a Mouth.”

“He’s a Mercenary!” Tim yells as he suddenly stands up. “You’re friends with a murderer!?”

Peter thinks about it but nods simply. “He doesn’t kill around me. I don’t like killing. He will still Kill around Double D though. Just to piss him off.” 

“Language!” He hears a teasing voice call out as Bucky comes walking down the stairs with a teasing grin. Tim didn’t know what was so funny as Peter started dying of laughter. “Also, do we have to talk about you being friends with Wade? Why him?”

Peter wipes a non-existent tear from his eye as Tim just looks between the duo with wide eyes. “He isn’t that bad Dad.” he tries to argue.

“I watched him shishkebab a guy while talking about going home to have a party with his unicorn then proceeded to argue that he ‘boxes’. Whatever the fuck that means.” He crosses his arms and raises a dark eyebrow at the boy.

Peter bites his lower lip as he shifts his weight slightly. “I mean, but he is also the guy that has saved your ass multiple times, along with some of the others. Also Hulk likes him!”

Bucky sighs heavily but looks at what the kid was working on. “Remaking The Bird's shit?” he asks him.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any stark tech so it is a bit harder.” The teen admits before finding what he was looking for which was just a  simple charging cable. “It would be easier to have the holograms and I miss Dum-E and U.”

“They keep trying to poison you.” Bucky reminds the kid but Peter smilesfondly.

“I got used to the motor oil in my smoothies.” 

Tim just stares at them with confused eyes before slowly texting the group chat:

SleepIsForTheWeak: Peter apparently really talented with engineering.

Also, I am getting even more confused about just what kind of world they live in.

Dickybird: Why? What happened?

SleepIsForTheWeak: Peter is friends with a mercenary that his dad doesn’t approve of. He is also talking about holograms and dummies and yous.

Dickybird: ???

SleepIsForTheWeak: Idkkkk

Princess: so, Peter knows a murderer? Who kills? For money????

SleepIsForTheWeak: yes

Dickybird: apparently 

Tim sighs as he puts his phone down to look back at Bucky and Peter who were still talking about random stories from their world. Tim decides to cut in as his brain already felt like it was melting thinking about kind innocent Peter is friends with a merc. “So, movie?” 

Peter turns to look at Tim instantly as his eyes light up. “Yes, but what kind?”

Bucky looks at Peter as he raises His eyebrow. “Movie night?” At the teen’s nod he nods himself and thinks. “Let's follow the same rules as the compound.”

Peter whines in disappointment. “That cuts out like half of the movies that I know!” He gives his father a bit of a glare but Bucky shrugs.

“Wait, what are the rules?” Tim asks, confused as Peter sighs and Bucky grins. 

“No movies where a dog dies; Tony and Clint don't want to cry.” Bucky raises his pointer finger. “no movies where it's a murder mystery.” He doesn't offer up an explanation. 

Peter jumps in then. “Dad gets too over analytical.” Tim nods slowly as he understands that one. The Bats have the same rule. 

Bucky now had two fingers up. “No war movies, bad memories for me and Steve.” 

Peter nods as he crosses his arms and pouts. “Also no Star Wars.”

Bucky has four fingers up as Tim gives them a confused look. Bucky decides to explain that one. “Peter has made us watch Star Wars a total of fifty times. In a span of one summer.”

Tim turns to Peter with wide eyes. “How? Why? What?”

Peter grins unashamed as he shrugs. “It was a different movie every other time.” He says it like it was a defense. 

Tim shakes his head in disbelief but starts laughing lightly. “I know a movie. It just came out on streaming.” He stands up to head towards the door. Peter and Bucky happily follow as they bicker about Star Wars. 

Tim just decides to text the group chat once again. 

SleepIsForTheWeak: Movie night, Pete's idea

Dickybird: omw

Brightman: omw

Princess: What movie

SleepIsForTheWeak: Wild Robot

Princess: oooooooooooo i've been waiting to watch that one 

Jay: already there. I'll get it set up.

Brightman: Use of punctuation at the end of a text is weird

       Please stop

Jay: never.

Tim laughs gently as he gets a few more confirmations. Even Bruce agreed to leave the office to come watch it with them. 

As Jason said, he was already in the living room with the movie pulled up. Waiting for the others. He simply looks over his shoulder from his spot on the couch. He decided to take the couch in front of the TV and sat on the far right. Peter steals the spot in the middle happily. Bucky sits in the love seat the right of the couch and Tim sits on the couch on the left side as he relaxes and waits for the others. 

Peter remembers something as he quickly pulls out his own phone. He taps on a button he had on his home screen. “Hey Karen can you tell Natasha and Clint about movie night?”

“Of course.” Came the polite AI’s response. 

Soon enough the living room was filled. Bruce also sat on the love seat with Bucky but they kept distance between the two. Dick forced Jason away from the side of the couch as he sirs there making Peter move also closer to Tim. Then of course Drake made atim moved so they had to fit five people On a three person couch. Peter was in the middle squished between a grumbling Jason and a glaring Tim. Drake and Dick just looked satisfied with themselves. 

Stephanie stationed herself on the floor leaning against the couches' armrest. Cassandra was on the other side on the flood. Both girls looked comfortable. Steph wrapped herself up in the fluffiest blanket Peter has ever seen. 

Damian took the recliner and decided he would like to sit by himself. Clint took the armrest next to Bucky as he talk to the soldier casually as they wait for the movie to start. Finally Natasha was fine on the floor also As she sat against the couch between Peter and Jason’s legs. Jason was smart enough not to complain. 

Peter smiles to himself seeing everyone so calm and talking with each other. Bucky and Bruce not fighting for once. Dick and Jason were arguing but it was nothing harmful. Natasha was talking to Steph about fighting styles. He could See Clint and Cass talking to each other through sign when Bucky turned to talk to Bruce after Clint had seemed to annoy The soldier. 

“What has you all smiley?” Tim asks as he leans a bit closer to whisper. He was also smiling so he could tell he saw exactly what he saw. 

“No one's fighting.” Peter says so softly that it was just a whisper. 

Tim nods as he smiles gently. But soon blinks in shock when Peter moves slightly to rest his head on his shoulder as Jason starts the movie. Making everyone go quiet. 

“It's nice.” Peter tells Tim as he sighs happily. 

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“Sir, you have a visitor.” Friday says as Tony looks up from his paper work and glares towards the ceiling. 

“Tell them I'm busy.” The billionaire says as he looks back down at his paperwork. For once it wasn't digital but that was only because sons of his sponsors refused to upgrade and against popular Belief he does actually work even with the mess going on with half his team missing. 

“I'm sorry, he is already on his way up.” was all the warning he got before the elevator opened with a ding. Tony only heard it since he wasn't playing any music. 

His office door gets slammed open as the one and only Merc With a Mouth stands There with his hand still on the door and even though he wore his suit and was fully covered, Tony could tell he was seething.

“What in the ever loving fuck knuckle did you do this time Tin Can.” The mercenary snarls at Stark as he walks into the room. As he stalks towards Tony, the billionaire was seconds away from calling his suit.

“What are you even talking about?” He basically growls at the merc as he rests his hand over his watch. Trying to sound casual and not like he is about to shit his pants facing this immortal being. He has seemed to choose Tony as his next victim. “If you can't tell, I'm busy so find your way back outside.” He makes a shooing motion with his hand. 

Deadpool actually Laughs at that. Finally making it to his desk. But the laugh he gave made Tony's blood run cold. With a mirthless laugh that promised violence. “You see, when dear ol’ DD disappeared, i chalked it up to his disappearing act. You know how that catholic guilt can really get a guy down on his luck.” He starts off saying as he slams his hands on Tony's desk. Paper flying off. He leaned down so he was eye level with the sitting man. “I was going to wait a few more weeks before I reallyyyy started to worry. You can't have team red without Red. Ya know?” His voice was dripping with venom. 

“What does this have to do with me?” Tony asks him in an annoyed voice. Trying to not waver and show his fear. 

Deadpool wags his finger in Tony's face. “Ah ah ah, don't you interrupt me mister Billionaire. I might start getting a little trigger happy.” He moves one hand to rest it on his pistol. Tony starts to question why he hasn't called his suit yet. He should have called it as soon as he saw the Merc on his doorway. “No where was I?” He cooes. “Ah,” with a snap of his gloved fingers he seems to be back on track. “So I was waiting patiently. Then, guess what?” He stops for dramatic pause and Tony gulps. “Dear ol Spidey Baby doesn't show up for our scheduled meeting time. He never misses out on meeting times.”

Deadpool takes a step Back from Tony's desk, letting the man relax only slightly. “So I get worried. I don't want him to be left somewhere hurt. No no no. That would just not do. I can still remember his cries of pain while I patched him up after the Vulture.” He tilts his head as he stares straight into Tony's eyes. “You remember that right? Taking away poor Petey Pie's suit because he was actually trying to make the city a better place instead of training him.” The white eyes of his suit narrowed. “Nearly getting a fifteen year Old killed because you decided that throwing money at him was a proper way to be a mentor.” 

Tony opens his mouth to argue but a knife is stabbed into his desk faster than a blink of an eye. Making him gulp and a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. “Don't. Interrupt. Me.” The merc snarls at him like a wild beast. Each word dripped with enough venom that Tony felt like he was choking. “So, what did you do? Where is my sweet little Petey Pie at?”

Tony tries to level Deadpool with a glare but it fell shirr with his trembling hands. “I don't know how you know Peter. But it isn't any of your business where he is.”

“Oh my Glob. I swear I've already been over this.” The merc groans as he Rolls his head back. Staring up at the ceiling before dropping his head down to meet Tony's eyes again. “You don't know what you are doing. You took a fourteen year old, with no training, to fight against superheros with lots of training. So don't get your iron panties in a fucking twist when I think you are the reason Peter is missing. Not when you are the root of so many fucking issues.” 

Tony sighs softly as he stares at the ceiling. Praying for strength from whoever Will listen at this point. “Fine it started with.”

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Clint looks over at the couch as the second movie ends and smiles softly. Peter was curled up with head on Tim's lap and legs splayed across Jason’s Lao. Somehow getting his feet behind Dick's back. The teen was sound asleep with Tim threading his fingers through his hair. A smile On both teen’s faces. 

Tim was nursing a giant cup of coffee That the butler had brought in for him Clint was still reeling at the fact that they have an actual butler. Not just robots. 

Jason seemed to be fine with being a leg rest for the arackid. He just rests his hand on his thigh, closer to the teen’s knee and watches the end credits to whatever movie that had just watched. One he has never heard of but the bats seemed to know well. 

Clint then turns his head to see Natasha, Stephanie, and Cassandra all wrapped up in that fluffy blanket. Talking about girl shit so probably talking about how to disarm someone double your size. That sounds about right. 

Then he loons next to him where Bucky laid with his head resting on Bruce’s shoulder silently as he watches the screen. He was still awake even though his eyes were barely open. Bruce on the other hand was asleep with his arm wrapped around the soldier’s waist. His head resting on the other's head. It looked so peaceful and domestic. 

Clint yawns and stretches, soon grabbing the remote to turn on a Disney movie to see if anyone else passes out during it. Damien was asleep in the recliner and dick was knocked on the couch to go along with Bruce and Peter. 

In all it was a nice night. 

-----

Deadpool turns off the video as he looks slowly back at Tony. Tony just runs his hand through his hair stressed. “So you're saying that some insane bitch has somehow worked under the radar long enough to cook up a functional scheme to get rid of the Avengers and no one fuxking knows?”

“yes.” Tony replies, disappointed in himself. 

“mother fucking!” He takes a slow even breath. “I think this author is having fun torturing us.” He says. 

“do what?” Tony asks confused but Wade just waves him off. 

The merc looks towards the door thinking before nodding. “Okay, let me go through that magic goo.” He tells the billionaire. 

“no!” Tony instantly yells. “Absolutely not!”

Wade rolls his eyes from under his mask as he crosses his arms. “I'm the best candidate. One, I can't die. Two, I can't die. Three, I can't die. Four, I can't die. And five, I make a mean ass taco and that isn't important to this issue but it is a fact that needs to be known.”

The hero runs a hand down his face. “You can just dive in. How will you get back or bring them back?”

Deadpool has the balls to just shrug at him. “I was just going to wing it.”

“wing i-” Tony cuts himself off before yelling. “wing it! He'll no! Not with my kids' life on the line!” he then decides to tact on, ‘And team!”

“What other options do we have!? At least if I go, I can try and keep him safe from perverts. With that perky ass of his he'll need it!” Wade points out.

“Don't talk about his ass!”

“how can I not talk about his ass?”

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Tim doesn't know why he doesn't get up even as the third movie ends and most of them call it a night. Jason maneuvers to get out from under Peter after waking Dick up by smacking him. The anti hero not wanting to wake up the sleeping teen. Duke even gets up to head to bed. 

Damien was long gone, leaving after waking up halfway through the last movie. Clint and the girls also left. Bruce left after Bucky decided to drag him away. Jason and Dick had left to go home. 

So it was now only Tim and Peter in the living room. The music of the end credits playing but he doesn't pay attention to it as he fixes Peter’s mess of hair. He really should go to bed. He only got an hour of sleep last night and he has school in the morning. But still, he sat there playing with the other's hair. 

Soon a soft grumble leaves Peter and the big brown eyes open up in confusion before he turns his head to look at Tim. His eyes widen and Tim has never seen someone turn so red before. Even in the darkness it was easy to see. 

Peter practically flies off of him as he stands to his feet. “I'm sorry! Did I fall asleep? Where is everyone? How long has it been? Why aren't you asleep?” He rapidly fires questions as Tim blinks to try and think them through. 

“You did fall asleep. Everyone went to bed. You slept through two and a half movies. I didn't want to wake you.” He answers in order with a shrug. 

“You should have woken me up!” The Spider whines as he was embarrassed to have fallen asleep on the other male. Tim just looks amused. 

“go to bed.” was all the reply Peter got as Tim stands to go to bed himself. He stole though to first turn off the movie. Peter watches him leave while still blushing.

Tim stops once He was out of sight to look at his hand he used to play with Peter’s hair. “Why did I stay?” He mumbles to himself. 

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“This is a horrible idea!” Tony yells as he stands outside of the green goo with Wade. The merc simply just shrugs. 

“Either it works or doesn't.”

“Yes, as the way of life.” The scientist deadpans. 

Wade shrugs once again as he tightens the knot on the rope as he looks at the goo. “It'll Work. Probably.” Wade wasn't concerned. Gecnever is concerned. 

“Why am I here?” A voice asks as they hold onto the other end of the rope. 

“Just in case you get pulled in too. Can't have mister smarty pants getting pulled in since he has a business to run. But him having a business to run I mean that hot red head of wife of his." Deadpool rants as he grins. “What I would do to-”

He gets cut off by Tony kicking him into the goo. “oops.” the hero says in a monotone voice and gets flipped off by Deadpool who sinks into the goo and disappears 

Tony and their unwilling sacrifice stand by and wait. “Pull now Point Break.”

“aye.” the literal god says as he starts pulling on the rope. “This reminds me of that time when Loki had decided to trick me...” Tony tunes the god out as he watches the rope, but disappointment fills him seeing the other side of the rope being empty. 

“Damnit.”

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When Deadpool wakes up after going through the goo he can feel a headache pushing at his mind but he ignores it like usual. A headache is nothing compared to the constant pain of his body regenerating from his cancer. A headache is a relief. 

[Can you be any lazier?]

Deadpool decides to ignore yellow for now as he pushes himself off of the floor. He could smell blood and gunpowder. The floor was hard so it definitely was  concrete. Maybe a shoot out. 

With a turn of his head he sees the pools of blood and bodies laying around. A shoot out and he missed it.

[Didn't you notice the pool of blood under you?]

(Wade noticing something? That is impossible.)

Wade blinks as the whites of his mask get smaller as he does so. He looks down and notices he was kneeling in blood. He reaches up and feels the side of his mask. He hums in thought. “So that's why I have a headache.” He could feel the indent of the hole in his suit. He checks the other side to find the exit wound. He nods slowly. He was happy to find the exit wound. He doesn't want to go digging in his brain for it. There was the sound of a metal door screeching open and he ran quickly to go behind a conveniently placed crate near him. “This author just loves me….” he whispers quietly.

[They had you die before you even woke up here.]

(He’s a masochist, don’t try to reason with him.)

Deadpool sighs quietly and could feel anger filling him, but he just buries it as he looks around the corner to see who was coming in. There was a guy who was pretty damn tall and built like a fucking train standing in the door way. He wore a lot of leather and a red helmet. He has a red bat on his chest.

Deadpool gasps in amazement.  “That is Red Hood.” he says in excitement and hides away again seeing the guy’s head snap towards where he was hiding. Slow, even steps echo in the warehouse as Red Hood makes his way towards where Wade was hiding.

(You just had to speak out loud?)

“Didn’t mean to!” He whispers/yells at the white box. He crouches down low and grabs his pistol from his holster. 

[Now you are going to try and kill your favorite DC bat.]

(leave it to red to fuck things up)

[That’s all he ever does.]

That anger Deadpool felt earlier was coming back as he tried to take a deep breath. Red Hood turns the corner and Wade’s gun instantly trains onto him. Aiming right at his head. “I am not in the mood to play games at the moment.” he basically snarls at him. 

[All you do is play games.]

(It’s why everyone hates you.)

Wade decides to ignore the boxes as he just watches Red Hood. He narrows his eyes even more at him. He may like Red Hood, but the boxes were making his blood boil instead of the usual depressing feeling.

The vigilante raises his hands as the pistol rests in his right hand. Deadpool turns to look at the pistol in Hood’s hand. “Who are you?” The guy basically growls at him.

He blinks a couple of times and his mask shows it before the green in his veins melt away he laughs. “I am the Merc with a Mouth. Wade Wilson. The one and only Deadpool!” he holds his hands out and does a little jazzy hand shake to go with it. He doesn’t put his gun away as he stands up and hums happily. “But you Handsome~” He made sure his voice has a nice purr to it. “Can call me anytime~” He makes it known he was checking Red Hood out by looking him up and down. 

(Why would anyone call you?)

[you look like a ball sack that went skinny dipping in the arctic.]

Wade could feel the disgusted stare being aimed at him even through the mask. He didn’t care though as he still was tense and they were a stand still. 

“Can you put your fucking gun away?” Jason finally snaps as he glares at the pistol still aimed right at his forehead. 

“Nuh huh.” Deadpool says as he tilts his head innocently. Like he was saying no to a bath instead of putting away his deadly weapon. “I’m not a dumbass,, even though many people seem to think I am.” he walks towards Jason who walks backwards. The other male seems to know that he can’t do anything with a pistol aimed right at him. “Plus little Jay Jay, I am in a bit of a hurry.”

Jason tenses as he tightens his grip on his pistol. He was ready to move to take aim but he heard the other’s gun cock. He stopped moving once again. “How do you know my name?” he asks instead. Venom leaking from his voice.

Deadpool just laughs lightly but the laugh wasn't one of humour or amusement. It was one of annoyance. “You don’t need to know that. All you need to know is I’m going to walk out that door and if I hear you even try and follow me, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet right between those pretty green eyes of yours.” 

Jason tenses even more as he glares at him more. He was cornered though. The merc kept a distance between them so Jason couldn’t get close enough to disarm him without the risk of getting a bullet in the head. The guy also had his eyes on him like a hawk. The smallest little twitch the guy noticed. 

“That’s a good boy.” Wade coos as he moves and starts backing away towards the exit. He needed to find Peter. To hell with the rest of them. He just wants to make sure the kid is okay. Once at the door and making sure Jason stays put he turns and runs out the door.

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Once the merc is out of the warehouse Jason runs to the door and looks outside it. Looking either way but there was no sign of him. He didn’t even hear the sound of feet hitting pavement. “Shit!” he yells in annoyance. A random Mercenary somehow knows his name even though he made sure to keep it hidden. He turns his head to look at just the insane amount of bodies in the warehouse and at the pool of blood with no body in it. Just footsteps leading to where the guy was hiding. Brain matter was sprayed along the floor near the blood also.

“Oracle, can you get Tim to my location asap?” Jason asks as soon as he clicks on his comms. 

“Of course, what’s wrong?”   He hears her respond through the comm only a minute later. 

Jason glares at the mess. “There is a mercenary in town and he just left bodies in a warehouse.”

“Tim is on his way now.”

“Good”

-----

Deadpool stumbles as he collapses against a wall in a random alleyway blocks away from the warehouse he woke up in. He groans in pain, sliding down the wall and reaching up to rip his mask off. His skin felt like it was on fire. The feeling of his mask on him hurting more than usual and it was pissing him off more than it should. That fucking green angry in his veins was getting worse. The boxes weren’t helping.

“Shut up!!” He yells loudly and slams his head into the brick wall hard. “I get it! I’m a fuck up!” He needed to find the kid. The thought of him being dead in some alleyway was making this pit form in his gut that he hasn’t felt since he lost vanessa. He can’t lose the kid too. He slams his head into the wall again just for good measure, even though the boxes were quiet. Blood dripped down his face. 

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Tim walks into the warehouse and he pauses to whistle at the sight. “It’s a mess in here. You said a merc did this?” he asks and looks at Jason who was examining that pool of blood again.

“Yeah, he said his name was something stupid. Deadpool or someshit like that.” Jason responds with a grumble.

“What?” Tim asks as his eyes widen. The name was the same as the mercenary that Peter had mentioned earlier. 

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“Are you okay?” A soft masculine voice asks as someone cautiously approaches Wade. 

The Merc moves his head off of the wall. The blood was still visible on the brick but his forehead was already healed. He turns to see who was speaking to him and sees a tanned man with black hair and blue eyes. Even in his mentally exhausted state he knew it was Dick Grayson. 

“Sir?” Dick asks as he looks at the blood on his face with wide eyes and turns to look at the wall. “Did someone hurt you?” He tries not to pay attention to the mess of scarring on the other’s face or the fact that it looked like the guy had no injuries. 

Wade laughs weakly as he shakes his head. “No one hurt me. Why are you talking to some random guy anyways? I’m wearing leather covered in weapons from head to toe. Shouldn’t you like, call the police or some shit like that?”

Dick blinks slightly like he was letting the words process. “Well, you looked like you needed help.” he gives a reassuring smile. He reminded Wade so much of Peter. It hurt. The kid was probably dead on the side of the road somewhere and it would be his fault. He isn’t good enough. 

[(failure. Failure. Failure. Failure. FAILURE. )]

Both boxes were just chanting over and over again as Wade’s eyes began to dull out. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” Dick says in panic as he waves a hand in front of Wade’s face. “I don’t like that look on your face. Please say something.” he laughs nervously.

The merc looks at Dick dully before he starts laughing. It was hysterical and not okay. “You are so much like him! How are you so much like the kid?” He laughs harder. “I hate it! No one can be like him!” He grabs his pistol suddenly and aims it at Dick. 

The blue vigilante’s eyes widened as he raised his hands. He wasn’t scared though, just surprised. “Who am I like? Is it your kid?”

“Yes!” he yells before shaking his head and groaning. His hand holding the gun lowers slightly as the other grabs his head. “No! He isn’t mine! He’s a friend!” he shakes his head and closes his eyes tightly. “Fuck! Why is he my friend! I’m just a massive fuck up!” 

Dick tries to move closer. “Can you tell me about him?” He needs to keep this guy talking and try to calm him down. It looked like he was having some sort of mental breakdown.

“I don’t have time!” he screams at Dick as he steadies his hand suddenly. “I need to find him! Then we can find DD! We can go back home and be fine! I just need the kid! He can’t be dead!”

Dick was getting confused now but he kept his hands up. Trying not to look like a threat. Suddenly the guy starts laughing as he leans back against the wall. “What the fuck is happening to me?” he wasn't expecting an answer of course. 

-----

It didn't take long for Peter to make it to the warehouse when Bruce had woken him up. He had chosen to swing to the warehouse whereas Bruce drove the batmobile. 

He drops down inside the building through a broken skylight right as Bruce struts in full gear. “You said you saw Deadpool?” Peter asks nervously as he goes to Jason and Tim. Not bothering with hellos. 

“That's who he introduced himself as.” Jason says as he crosses his arms. A bit of his adrenaline is still coursing through his veins. “He also called himself the ‘merc with the mouth’.”

Peter sighs as he looks around at the qare house. “This isn't good.” He looks at all of the bodies. “Really isn't good.”

“I thought you two were friends?” Tim asks Peter, confused. He couldn't understand why Peter looked so nervous. 

The Spider looks at Tim and nods slowly. “We are friends. I'll do anything for Wade. The Issue is that the Pit causes anger right?” 

Jason nods as Bruce says, “yeah.” His voice held disgust at The scene. 

“Deadpool hates no one more than he hates himself.” He starts pacing more. Unable to stand still with his nerves being so on edge. He'll be on a trigger thinner than a hair until we can find him.”

“So we have to watch out for a murder spree?” Jason asks as he walks towards Peter to try and get him to hold still. Placing his hands on his shoulders.

The boy starts shaking his head no. “No, unless you count himself.” 

The three others around him stare at Peter with wide eyes. “What do you mean?” Bruce asks before his sons could.

“It’s exactly as it sounds. Deadpool wouldn’t hesitate to kill himself.”

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Wade looks at the guy who is staring at him like he grew another head with a tired smile. “How you are looking at my ugly mug without throwing up confuses me. Most run away screaming from my face more than the big scary weapons.”

Dick blinks very slowly like he was trying to register the words before his eyes widened. “People really do that? I don’t understand why they would.” he then frowns as he tries to think. His forehead creased from thinking.

“Because I look like an avocado fucked a nut sack and I am the baby.” He deadpans as he rolls his hand that still holds a pistol. Did he not put it up?

The blue bird rolls his eyes. “You look nowhere that bad. That also is a disgusting thought.” His lip upturned in a look between disgust and a smirk.

Wade returns the smirk as he holsters his pistol. He put his mask back on so he could get back up onto his feet. “I love our little talk. But I do really need to find the kid.”

“What’s the kid’s name? Maybe I can help you find him.” The other male offers.

“Oh, Peter Parker.”

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Before Peter could fully freak out and run away to find Deadpool, Tim’s phone starts to ring.  The teen looked confused but answered it. “This better be important. Little busy.”

“I have a guy here saying he knows Peter.” The said boy looks at the phone as he recognizes the voice as Dick’s “He’s wearing some sort of red and black suit and loaded with weapons.”

Tim didn’t even get a chance to reply before Peter whips his wrist towards him as a web catches his phone with a thwip and he yanks it into his hand. He puts it to his ear. “Put Him on the phone.” He says sternly.

Tim looks at Peter with wide eyes before looking back down at his hand. “My phone….” he whispers in equal parts of shock and amazement. The accuracy and control Peter displayed. 

“Wha? Peter?” Dick asks him confused before there was the sound of fabric being grabbed and a yelp on the other side that Peter decided to ignore.

“Baby Boy!” Deadpool’s voice rings from the phone and instantly all the tension and stress leave the teen’s body. “I was like thisssss close to losing my shit thinking you died!” Even though Peter couldn’t see Deadpool he can imagine Deadpool talking with his hand and squeezing his fingers together. His oddly animated mask showing his emotions plain as day.

“I’m okay DP, I had Bucky to help me stay safe. I also met some nice people who are helping.” He explains as he starts idly walking around. Ignoring the others.

“You’re safe, right?” Suddenly Wade was serious which made Peter pause halfway up the wall. “I swear if they touched a single hair on your pretty face I would kill them all. I don’t care if they are the good guys. I don’t care if they protect this city. You matter more than that. You are like the child that I couldn’t have.” Peter knows how much Wade cared about him. After everything they have gone through together. He tries to play off as just being friends but he knows Wade sort of sees him like his son or at least little brother. When he learned about Vanessa and just made it all so much worse.

“I’m safe Wade.” he promises him as he lets the fond smile fall onto his face. “So no murder sprees.” 

“Not even small ones?” Wade sounded disappointed but Peter knows he wasn’t actually. 

“Not even small ones.” He agrees with a soft laugh.

Deadpool huffs but Peter easily heard the amusement in it. “Fine, but you better get here quick kid. I don’t know what is happening to me but the boxes are being harsher than normal. Which is saying a lot since they are always dicks.”

“I’m on my way now, I’ll have Karen lead me to Dick. Please try and ignore them DP. You better have the same amount of bullets when I get there as you do now.” Peter tells his friend, trying to sound light and happy but the sorrow and worry broke through.

“I promise Baby Boy.”

Peter hands up and hands Tim back his phone as he takes a deep breath. “I’ll go on ahead. Can you guys just try and figure out what happened here?” He didn’t want to sound bossy but he thinks it’ll be best to slowly have everyone meet Deadpool. For their own sanity.

Tim and Bruce looked at each other but it was Jason who spoke first. “Of course Kid, go check on your friend.”

Peter nods thankfully and runs out of the building, getting ready to swing off. “Hey Karen, get me the location of Dick please.”

“Of course, Peter.”

Bruce watches Peter leave before running a hand down his face. “I don’t like the idea of this ‘Deadpool’ person being in gotham.” he shakes his head. “He clearly isn’t safe to be around.”

Tim nods as he looks at  the pool of blood without a body. “I agree, the chances that he killed everyone here is very high.”

“It isn’t possible.” Jason says as he shakes his head and crosses his arms in annoyance. He walks to Tim as he looks at the blood too. “The pool is right in the middle. This is where I found him. Which means he was surrounded by all these men and took them all out on his own without dying.” 

Bruce sighs but he had to agree with his older son. “Red Hood is right. There is no way he could fight this many people in the middle of the room, without dying.”

“I guess it is time to search for clues.” Tim says with a slight smirk. Jason punches his shoulder while Bruce shakes his head with a fond smile.”

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It didn’t take long for Peter to be dropping down in the alleyway behind his best friend. “Wade!!” he yells in relief and excitement.

The merc turns around quickly and runs the small distance to the teenager. Not hesitating to engulf him into a tight hug that lifts the smaller male off of the floor. “Petey-Pie! You’re okay!” He yells and starts swinging him around.  “I was so scared! The boxes were calling me a dfailire which is true but it still hurt my feelings! Then I saw Red Hood and before I could even start fangirling, I felt like this icky green rage!” He was rambling and Peter was just listening with a widening grin. “I threatened him and was able to escape! I escaped thee Red Hood with not a single bullet hole!! Not like that woulda stopped me to begin with.” 

Peter grabs Wade’s face with his hand as he looks into his masked eyes. “That is something called Pit rage. I get it too. You probably get it more severely since you’re already insane.”

“Wow, so nice.” Wade drawls as he places the boy back down. “But how can I get pit rage? Isn’t that usually given when you go into that pool of eternity or some shit like that when hurt or dead? I can’t be either of those.” 

“You also can’t die from being exposed to the waters unharmed.” Peter points out.

Wade thinks about it before nodding slowly. “That is true!”

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“Another one went through the portal without me making them! They are ruining all of my plans!!” Emily yells as she sits in front of a mirror where the glass is glowing a murky green color. Instead of her reflection being shown back towards her, instead it was a man shrouded in darkness as he sat in a chair like it was a throne. His legs crossed and his elbow resting on the arm rest as he lay his chin on his hand. 

The man chuckles low and with amusement. “Now now Emily.” he tries to console the girl who was throwing a fit. “It may not be going perfectly as planned but this was all for more than just torturing the heroes who have failed you. This was a plan created to bring chaos to the world.” he leans forwards only slightly. Just enough where the light catches his eyes that shone with amusement and hunger for something. But what that something was, was still unknown to the girl. “Our time to play with our food will come soon. But for now we need to fatten them with a false sense of security.”

Emily was still pouting but huffs. “Fine, But I don’t want any more of my toys to leave me. I want to make sure dear ol’ Mr. Stark gets what he deserves.”

“Of course, I highly doubt that a self absorbed bastard like him will ever think about going to the other dimension.” He turns his head slightly as he looks away from the mirror. “Ah, I must go now. Things are progressing perfectly.” The image of the man fades away until the whole mirror was just pure green. Suddenly Emily sees herself int he reflection. Giving a soft sigh she starts to fix her pigtails.

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Getting back to the manor with Deadpool was an interesting time. It felt like every other swing Peter took, his friend’s personality swapped. One minute Deadpool is clinging to him and screaming like a damsel in distress. The next He is threatening the boxes. 

“DP,” Peter says cautiously. “Are you okay?” He was worried about his friend and didn’t want him to continue spiraling like this. 

“I’m okay Baby Boy.” The merc coos as he holds onto the teen. “The boxes are just pissing me off.” He tries to keep his voice happy but Peter could hear the tightness in his voice. 

“Are you-” Peter was cut off by his web suddenly getting dislodged and him and Wade were both crashing towards the ground. Peter screams and Wade easily grabs him and moves so he was going to hit the ground instead of the teen. 

When they hit the ground they could feel everything shaking and large pieces were breaking off of buildings and crashing to the ground around them. Civilians scream and the sound of metal crunching and tires screeching. 

Peter tries to get up to help, to do anything but Wade grabs him and moves them once again so he is on top of Peter and protecting him from debris. 

“They need help!” Peter begs the older man.

Wade shakes his head at him. “It is too dangerous, Petey Pie.”

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Tim was heading back towards the batmobile with Bruce when everything began to shake. Instantly Bruce grabs his son and drags him back into the warehouse. “Get under a table now!!” He yells across the building to his other son who was looking towards them. 

“There are no tables!” Jason yells back but hides next to a large crate where Tim and Bruce run over to as the whole building shakes and they hear pieces of the metal roof fall down and crash around them. “The fuck is this!” Jason growls as he was having a hard time just sitting up. Barrels were rolling and falling. Things were falling off of the creates that  were beginning to slide. The sound of buildings outside of the warehouse were breaking apart. 

“I don’t know…” Bruce growls in his batman voice but he was clearly concerned even as the shaking slows down.

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Tony Stark as a man with many talents. After all he is a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Currently though, he is just screwed. He stares at his screen in the compound after making it back after the failure with Deadpool. At least he doesn’t have to worry about any murder sprees here. The screen was showing different energy levels from the pond of goo. He was getting nowhere. All he knew was around the time Deadpool took a dip into it, the energy spiked then faded out after a few minutes. Whatever happened,  happened fast and it was powerful. The amount of energy could power the compound for a month.

Bruce walks over from behind him as he had a deep frown on his face. “Tony, staring at the results won’t change anything.” The other scientist tries to tell his friend.

Tony spins around in his chair and looks at Bruce with such bone deep exhaustion that Bruce felt all the same. “I know, it’s just.” Tony stops talking to release a sigh of frustration as he balls up his fists. “I haven’t felt this useless since the snap!”

Bruce nods sadly as he looks down at his own balled up hands before looking at Tony with  determination. “We will get everyone back. No matter what it takes.”

Tony gives a tired smile and nods in agreement. “No matter what it takes…” He replies tiredly.

Bruce smiles back but something on the screen catches his eye. He tenses up and quickly says, “Tony the scr-” His words were cut off by a sudden earthquake as the building began to shake. 

“What the!” Tony yells as he quickly takes shelter under the desk he was sitting at. Bruce runs over and slides under it himself. “An earthquake?” He asks Bruce, panicked at the sudden shakiness of everything. “Why is there an earthquake!”

Bruce looks at Tony with wide eyes as he listens to things falling off of tables and crashing to the ground. He was happy he was in one of the most sturdy buildings in New York. “Earthquakes are normal in New York. Just not common.” He tries to calm his friend.

“I know that! But why is one happening now!” The shaking finally dies down as Tony carefully pulls himself our from under the desk and looks around his lab, at the mess that was left behind. “Also what were you trying to tell me before everything started shaking?” he asks his friend.

Bruce looks at Tony as he crawls out from his hiding spot and points above his head at the computer. “Suddenly the energy spiked on there.”

Tony looks at the screen and sees the wavelength of energy where it has spiked higher than he has ever seen it during the earthquake and dropped back down when the earthquake stopped. “Uh oh….” he whispers to himself as he was hoping this was just a coincidence. 

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After the earthquake Peter and Deadpool made it back to the manor pretty quickly to see if everyone there was okay. He runs through the front door with Deadpool quickly following behind him. 

After running inside to check on Everything Peter was quickly enveloped into a tight hug as he was lifted off of the ground. “Thank god you’re okay.” Bucky breathes out in relief as he hugs him even closer.

Peter relaxes into the hold of the ex assassin as he moves closer to him. Resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m okay Dad.” he whispers gently.

Wade stares at Peter and Bucky for a long moment before nodding slowly. “I took Bucky more as a brother figure than a dad figure. But I mean, he does have big daddy vibes so that makes sense.” He grins from under his mask seeing the Soldier’s eye twitch. “Does that mean I can call you Da-”

“Say one more word and I’ll break your neck.” Bucky snarls at the merc while the Merc just grins wider. 

“I didn’t know you were so kinky~” The red cladded hero coos before yelping and running away when Bucky suddenly sets Peter down and tries to grab him. Leading into an impromptu cat and mouse chase. 

Peter smiles as he watches them go before going to find Alfred to see if there was anything he could help with. There must be a mess from the earthquake. He finds the butler in the kitchen picken up pots and pans from the floor that must have fallen off of their hangers. There was also other items laying around.

“Let me help.” The young Spider quickly says as he runs over and starts picking up the items as well. 

Alfred turns to look at Peter with a grateful smile. “Thank you Master Peter, At my age it is getting more difficult to bend down to retrieve items from the floor.”

The teen grins at the butler and waves him off. “You don’t seem that old Mr. Alfred.” He wasn’t just trying to be polite either. Alfred does still look quite young and his mobility still seems on par with his aunt.

“You do flatter me.” Was the reply that the teen received before they fell into a comfortable silence of cleaning up the kitchen of the mess. When they finished they split up to clean up the rest of the house. 

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Bucky chases Wade all throughout the manor, finally cornering the merc in the library. He crosses his arms and glares at the male. 

“Aww is Daddy mad?~” The merc coos and Bucky gives a heavy sigh. 

“You and I both know I didn’t chase you because of that.” Bucky says bluntly and just stares into the white lenses of the mask. 

DP tenses up before sighing heavily and leaning against the wall. “Of course, you are ruining my fun for all this seriousness. You are a party pooper.” He taps his fingers against his thigh from where they rested next to his leg. Trying to look relaxed when he was far from it. 

“Talk Wade.” Bucky growls at him. Still a bit too animalistic. 

The Merc raises his hands in defeat as he looks anywhere but Bucky. “Tony is stressed the fuck out. He looks as if death got touchy with one of those rat dogs. Not pretty.” He shakes his head in annoyance. “He also got a video of what happened to Scarlet Johansson and Jerremy Renner.” He could see confusion cross across Bucky’s face but he ignores it. “It wasn’t pretty. Hawkboy got mauled by a wolf and Hot Spider Lady was gutted.” He tries to think of what else he learned. “We of course found out that goo is what takes people here. That lady is also very evil. I also threatened Stark.”

“Why’d you threaten Stark?” Bucky couldn’t help but to ask the other.

Suddenly a deep, dark aura filled the space that the two occupied. Something in Bucky’s mind screamed danger but he ignored it and just continued to stare into the whites of the mask. Wade even turns to look him straight in the eyes. “That piece of shit has endangered Peter more times than I can fuckign count on one hand. Peter went missing and so obviously it had something to do with the fuckign Tin Can with an ego the size of the fuckign Milky Way! And I don’t even mean the candy bar, I mean the fuckign galaxy!” Wade was getting worked up as he pushes off of the walla nd starts pacing in the tiny space. “I mean! He takes a fourteen year old to fight in the fuckign civil war against highly trained superheroes! Then doesn’t listen to the boy and takes away his suit that nearly gets him killed! Not to mention the fact he didn’t properly introduce Peter to the others which nearly got him killed once again since you all are a bunch of paranoid fuckwads! It took DD to barge into the fuckign compound in full kink gear for him to finally set a training regime for the boy!”

“You really don't like Tony.” Bucky says in amazement as he stares at Wade with wide eyes. Like the Merc did raise some damn good points though.

“What gave that away?” Wade sneers at him and soon rip[s his mask off. “Was it my very unamused face or the fact I threatened him?” Wade pauses though when Bucky just stares at him with his jaw dropped and eyes wide. “Why are you looking at me like that? You’ve already seen my ugly mug before.” he had a bit of a bite in his tone since he was still pissed off thinking about Tony. the number one child endangerer.

“Your face…”

“Yeha I know, looks like a fucked up avacado mixed with hives.” He snapped at him as he was getting self conscious. The pain from the cancer was hurting him more than usual.

Bucky shakes his head slowly. “No…It’s healed…” He gasps.

“This isn’t a very funny joke…” Wade says slowly as his hands twitch slightly. His eyes narrowed at the super soldier. The boxes speaking to him. Begging for the green to over take and just kill this fucker who dares to make fun of him. He was trying his hardest to ignore it though. 

“I’m not lying.” The soldier says sternly as he shakes his head to try and emphasize his words.

Wade continues to glare but raises his hand to touch his face then remembers his gloves so he just uses his mouth to take the glove off and touches his skin. Expecting the gnarled and bumpy scarred skin. Instead, he felt perfectly smooth skin. “What….?” He whispers as his eyes widen. He reaches up to touch his head and feels the softness of hair. Hw has he not noticed this before? Was the pain just phantom pains? Was his cancer gone? Or was it just reverted back to the beginning stages?

“I think we need to run some tests…” Was whispered but neither male knew who said it between them.

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Back in Star City Steve was clinging onto the desk in front of him with all of his strength, breaking and bending the metal under his hands. He almost went sliding away due to the earthquakes that just rocked through the city.

Sitting on the ground in the corner was Matt who has his hands planted against the wall as he tries to stay steady still. He had felt the quake coming before it even started sohe had tie to warn the others and safely make it to the ground. Around them the equipment that wasn’t firmly stuck down laid around them. Some pieces of the roofing laid on the ground in a pile of concrete and powder. 

Under the desks was Oliver and Felicity. After being told by Matt and very strongly urged to listen to the leather clad vigilante by Steve, they took cover with Steve sitting in the chair above them to keep the normal humans safe.

At the door way of the underground base was John who was laying on the ground and rubbing the back of his head in pain. “I came down here to see how it was going with that Steve guy. Just to get hit by a fucking earthquake.” The guy groans and pushes himself into a sitting position and looks around the room. He then looks at Matt and he frowns deeply. “Where is there someone else in here?”

Matt stands up slowly as he tries to find his footing again after that massive shaking he just experienced that sent all of his senses haywire. He reaches his hand out. “I’m Matt Murdock but most know me as Daredevil.” he gives his charming smile as he tries his hardest to look John in the face but he was still just looking right past him. “I come from the same place as Steve.”

John stares at Matt’s hand then looks into his eyes. “You are blind…How is a blind man a vigilante?” He still takes the offered hand and shakes it. He then turns to look at Steve. “Hen again, I believe I've seen weirder.”

Matt chuckles and lowers his hand once he finishes the handshake. “You are right to be confused. Even in my dimension, a blind man fighting crime is on the edge of too weird. No one expects a blind lawyer.”

“Now that is a way to keep your identity a secret.” The man couldn’t help but to laugh. “Oli over there kept his identity a secret by being a millionaire, then when he was still suspected. He let himself get arrested and have me go out in his costume to prove his innocence.”

Matt frowns as he turns his head towards Oliver. “How did that even work? Your guy’s builds, gates, and even breathing are completely different.”

“I think it was more due to how the Arrow loved to stay hidden in the shadows.” Oliver decides to chime in as he walks over to Diggle. “And things are…progressing. But we should get out there and see if we can help with anything after that earthquake.” He was still in gear so he wouldn’t need to change. Diggle was much in the same position.

“Sounds good to me, Roy is still out there so he will join us.” Diggle stretches his back from the fall and follows Oliver back to the elevator. He was praying in his head that it would still work. 

Matt goes over to them, mask back in hand. “I’m going with you then.” He could already hear people calling out for help and crying in pain. Kids yelling for their parents and sirens wailing above them. 

“Noway, you are still unknown. How can we trust you?” Oliver says instantly as he puts his domino mask on. 

“Who says you can keep me down here?” Matt growls in his devil voice while putting his mask on.

“You are so much like Bats.” Oliver sighs out but nods his head towards the elevator as the three of them get on. Steve runs over quickly. “I can help! I can easily act like just a civilian.”

Oliver glares and he wants to argue but he gives in and lets him on also. There was no arguing with this man who was more like a golden retriever than an actual golden retriever.

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When they were on the surface they were quick to split up to try and assess the damage. Steve went to meet up with Roy and help lift up ruble since his strength was inhuman. Matt went off on his own. Following the sound of a screaming child that no one else hard. The only thing he said before leaving was,

“If you need me just yell! I’ll hear you!”

Oliver and John watched Matt leave for a moment before they quickly sent to work and started running together. “Overwatch! Tell me where to go!” He yells into the comms as he goes. 

‘Head north towards the precinct.’ She informs them and they listen to her words. Setting to work easily.

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WHile Matt was helping his fifth civilian he noticed something was wrong quickly. There was a smell in the air that was nostalgic and he couldn’t tell what it was exactly. He was growing tenser but he then hears another cry for help.

He puts the smell on the back burner in his mind and heads to the scream. 

He hears a small and fast heartbeat next to a bigger and stronger heartbeat. A mother and her baby. He realizes as his own heartbeat stutters in his chest. He makes it to a building that was broken down and could hear the desperate cries of the mother inside. Her heart beat weakening and the metallic smell of blood rested heavuly in the air. 

“Please! Somebody help me!” The woman cries as her baby slept in her arms. Matt tries to follow the sound to get to her quickly. Moing through the ruble carefully. Hear cries aware t least helping him locate where things were located. He still tripped a couple of times though.

He makes it as he listens. “I’m here to help.” he quickly reassures hearing her heart and breath stutter seeing him.

The woman cries more as she pulls her baby closer. “Y-you’re the devil….” She whispers, barely calming her crying long enough to speak the words. 

Matt would have been offended if that wasn’t want the citizens of Star City hadn’t picked up on calling him. At least it wasn’t like the devil of hell’s kitchen over again. “Yes I am. I prefer Daredevil though.” He tries to give a reassuring smile as he crouches next to the stuck woman he now realizes. His hand runs over a steel pipe that had pierced through her thigh. The slowly weakening heart beat and blood in the air now makes sense. “I’m going to get you and your baby out of here.” he promises.

He hears the fabric of the woman’s clothing shift and guesses she is nodding. He listens to her closely and to how the blood was flowing in her body. Even how she was moving. 

“Please….help my baby first..” She soon says, her heartbeat slowing once again and even her breathing was becoming more labored. She shifts a bit and releases a cry of pain loud enough that it startled her baby awake who begins to scream. 

Matt frowns even more. “I can’t just leave you here. There is no one around.” He can hear blood flowing from behind the girl’s head. He takes his glove off to touch the back of her head.He feels the wet mess of bloody hair and the gasp the woman released was all he needed to know this wasn’t good.

“You have a pretty bad head injury, it sounds like your shoulder is dislocated also.” He tells her as he tries to listen for anything to help this situation. There wasn’t anything and with how big this rod is, he can’t move her. This situation was dire and he has no way to contact Oliver. 

He stands up quickly. “Wait here, I’ll try and find more help.” The weakening heartbeat was making him anxious. 

“Please….take my….Little Alex…” She begs him, her words barely a whisper as she was falling aasleep. The baby was still screaming. Making his senses still go crazy. 

He reaches down aand touches her skin and his heart stops for a second feeling how cold her skin was. She was dying. He doens’t know if he will be able to save her. She knows she is dying. “I will.” he promises her as he gently takes the baby and holds him to his chest protectively as he runs out of the building. Barely dodging debris. 

“Arrow! Steve!!” he calls into the night as he tries to listen for them. Steve’s heartbeat was about a mile away. Oliver was further. 

The baby was crying harder at the yelling as it balls his little fists and was rubbing at his face. Matt felt bad feeling the motions and smell the distress on the child but he needed help. “Steve!!” he yells as loud as possible and was only allowed a moment of relief hearing the guy’s heart stutter then sudden loud running steps the guy started towards his location.

The relief was crushed when he hearse the mother’s heart stop. He looks back at the building and then back towards where Steve was coming from. He runs inside the building, the oaf should be able to find him.

He hopes.

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It was about three hours later that all of the vigilantes returned to the underground sanctuary as they all had a gloomy look on their face. Felicity turns in her chair to face them. “Guys?” She asks worriedly.

Matt takes his mask off and balls it up in his fist. That first woman wasn’t even close to the last death he had to witness during those several hours. Some he had to hold as they died crying that they didn’t want to die. Some were gone by the time he got there. Some were just children. Barely old enough to be in school. Some teenagers who haven’t even begun to live. He was angry. Angry at the world for creating so much death in such little time. 

He could feel his anger rising higher and higher. Even more out of hand than it normally is. It was rising as fast as when he thinks about how Stick had used him.

He turns towards Steve suddenly. “Let’s spar.” He says suddenly. Making everyone pause but the super soldier.

“Come at me then.” The soldier growls at him. The normal baby blue eyes were now that sickening green color. Matt’s eyes matched him.

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“You can't fight down here!” Felicity suddenly yells, giving the two pit raged individuals a pause. They turned their eerie green eyes towards her. She tenses but takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. “If you fight down here, you will destroy our equipment. That isn’t allowed so shoo.” She waves her hands in a shoo manner towards the elevator.

Matt’s lip curled back in a sneer at her but he pulls his mask back on. He grabs Steve by the back of his shirt and starts dragging the taller man beg=hind him. Steve stumbles before grabbing the blind man’s wrist and foreign him to let go. 

“I can walk on my own!” he snaps at him and starts following on his own. 

Matt doesn’t even turn to look at him as he walks. “Sorry, I thought you were too dumb to follow simple directions.” 

Steve was going to snap back at him but Oliver cut him off. “Ladies, you're both pretty now, please hurry to the elevator and I’ll take you to where you can fight.” The rich boy walks behind them and shakes his head. 

Matt and Steve both turned and sneered at the blonde but Oliver ignored them as he walked into the elevator. The two follow. Holding down their anger enough so they don’t kill the bystander. They get on next to Oliver and are taken up.

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It took only ten minutes to get to their destination but that was still too long for all three men. Matt’s head kept twitching and turning at every small noise that was making him angrier and angrier. 

Steve was handling it better on the outside but Oliver could see just how tightly that the soldier’s hands were curled. Blood was actually dripping to the ground. So when they walked into the warehouse that Oliver uses to train (also shoot flash that one time), he was happy.

“We’re here. Go all out but I will step in if it gets too bad.” He informs the two angry toddlers. 

It was only a split second before the two were on each other. Oliver now got to see their fighting styles up close and it was clear who had more in depth training and it surprisingly wasn’t Steve.

Matt kept his fists up and close, protecting his chest and chin. He would throw a punch and bring it back towards his body just as fast. He was clearly a boxer. This doesn't mean Steve wasn’t trained though>> he can see a mixture of styles in Steve’s.

The most notable thing he noticed though was he seemed to be used to street fighting. The way the man moves fluidly and aimed for weaknesses showed it. He was using dirty moves too. 

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Matt had nothing on his mind besides fight, fight, FIGHT! He runs at Steve as soon as he heard Oliver say something about it being okay.he didn’t hear the exact words. All he knows is the sound of his opponents breathing was pisssing him off. So he aimed at the guy’s face. Who he was fighting was lost in his mind. He recognizes the guy’s smell, heartbeat, and footsteps. But he just can’t think hard enough on who it was.

When his punch was blocked and thrown to the side he hears muscles tensing and the sound of something going for his ribs, he drops his arm down to his side as he feels the impact and he raises his leg and kicks at the guy’s ribs. Eye for an eye.

His ankle gets grabbed and he is thrown across the room. Sliding against concrete. Right, the guy is strong. That just made him mad all over again. But the throw didn’t hurt him as bad as it normally would. He barely felt it actually. That just made him raise his head towards the guy he is fighting. The footsteps were heavy as they ran at him. He listens closely, feeling the vibrations through his feet and fingertips as they touch the ground. He’s never felt like this before. So, invincible. But he also doesn’t remember feeling so much green rage before.

His opponent was on him and grabbing at his body to slam him on to the ground. Matt kicks off the ground with more strength than he knew he had and tackles his enemy down. Their heartbeat was too loud. He tries to punch him in the face, but only gets one hit in before their positions were flipped and an assault of fists in his face was the only thing he felt. It just made him glare from under his mask and buck his hips up, sending the enemy tumbling onto the ground. He grabs his ankle and throws him into the wall. He hears the hit and groans, which gives him a satisfied feeling in his chest as he listens. 

“Bastard!” The enemy snarls and he suddenly was flying into the wall as he didn’t have time to react to the guy running at him. It was a guy right? He couldn’t focus enough. His mind was screaming at him louder now. Kill! Kill! KILL! 

That didn’t feel right though as he pushed himself up. Killing wasn’t right. He doesn’t kill. Right?

He tilts his head as he listens to his enemy pant. No they weren’t his enemy.

Who were they?

The green was confusing him. It was messing with his senses.

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Steve watches from across the room as Matt stood up straight with his head slightly tilted towards him. He could tell the man was confused even with the mask covering half of his face. It was the way his lips were pulled down into a frown and how he just stood there, not attacking. It made the green in his veins roar. He was promised a fight and he wants it. His nose was crooked and bleeding from that lucky shot the Devil gave him.

“Come at me!” He yells at Matt as he fixes his stance, but it is more tense now. He wanted a good fight like it was earlier.

Matt turns towards him more while still frowning. “Not enemy…?” he asks slowly.

It was like the air was sucked out of the room as Steve’s green anger evaporated almost in an instant and Olier was reading his bow, making the Devil tense up. Steve raises his hand to stop Oliver.

“No, I’m your enemy. I’m your friend.” Steve tries to reassure. What happened to Matt?

Matt frowns deeper as he stands there and smells the air and gives a slight nod. “Not enemy…” he agrees. He was starting to relax as he listened.  Steve bets he is listening to his heartbeat to remember who he was exactly talking to. “Steve,” he said.

“There we go Matty.” the soldier says with a grin. “Yeah I’m Steve.

“Don’t call me Matty.” The vigilante says simply, but a smile tugs at his lips. “But I feel like whatever that anger is that overtook me. That green feeling. It is pretty bad. When it starts to affect me fully. I forgot who you were.” 

Steve couldn’t help but tense up a bit at the news. “So I truly became your enemy during the fight? You were aiming to kill me?”

Matt cringes and starts shaking his head no. “My instincts said kill, but the most I would do was some minor maiming. Also i’m sturdier than I used to be.”

Oliver sighs from his position towards the door of the training grounds. “Everything that was revealed is very concerning. We should go back to the hideout and figure this out. Run some tests.

Matt nods in agreement as Steve straightens up. “That sounds like a good plan.”

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Back at the Wayne Manor, Bucky and Wade were standing in the bat cave trying to explain why Wade needs a blood test.

“I just don’t see why we can’t just go to the doctor to do this? Why do we have to do this here?” Tim asks as he sits in the chair to the bat computer. His arms were crossed as he stared at the two older men.

Wade laughs nervously and scratches at his neck. His mask wasn’t on still and so he found it odd to scratch at clear skin and not ragged and jagged scars. “Well you see Redder Robin.” he looks away as he doesn't want to freak the kid out. “I just need to make sure that something is fixed and not just pushed back away to the beginning.”

“Like what? It’ll make it easier to look for it if I know what it is.” Tim pointsout. The kid did have a point but Wade still was hesitant to admit what this was about. It felt like he said it, it’ll all be reversed.

Bucky looks at the merc then at the vigilante and takes a deep breath. “Before he came here he had a condition that caused horrible scars to form all over his body that were extremely painful.” They need to get a move on. They can’t stay here arguing with some kid. “We want to see if it is truly gone and he doesn’t have to worry about it. Or if it is just regressed for now and he’ll have to go through that agony again.”

Tim stares at them a moment longer before nodding and standing up. “Okay, come on.” he walks off to a different part of the cave that was a lab. “I have no reason to refuse anyways.”

Wade sighs in relief and quickly follows the kid. “Thank you Tim Tam!” He squeals. Tim cringes at the squeal and the nickname. 

“Can we stop with the names? You somehow clearly know my name. So just use it.” The teenager begs slightly.

The merc gasps exaggeratedly and puts a hand to his chest. “I’ll let you know, I know everything. The fourth wall does not exist to me besides when the plot matters.”

“Fourth wall? Plot?” Tim was growing more confused but shook his head. “Please sit down in that chair and I’ll take your blood sample.” 

Wade flops down in the frankly uncomfortable chair and lays his arm down on the arm rest and waits patiently. He can't help but to pray to whoever will listen that his cancer is gone. Even as the pain never stopped.

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Back in the MCU Tony was taking a much needed break as he runs a hand through his hair. He was sitting in the kitchen at the compound and reading over cases instead oof trying to find a way to bring his team back. His kid back.

See, a break.

His already frowning face deepens as he looks at strings of murders that he thought were related to Deadpool. They were obviously Mercenary kills and it was as gruesome as Wade usually left his victims. But also highly effective. After looking over the cases again though. He realizes that it couldn't have been the merc. 

First thing, the weapons were wrong. Wade uses very specific weapons that this person weren’t using. One of Wade’s favorite weapons to complete jobs that have somethign to do with abuse was his katanas. Tony theorized it is for a slower death. This person used a gun on a job to take care of an abuser.

Second thing, they were on jobs at the same time. Deadpool was in Siberia and this other job was completed in New England. Completed hours apart from each other.

Sometimes Tony wished people would just sign their names or something so he can look into this new player more. Tony at least knows Deadpool. Regretfully so.

Deadpool has a moral compass that Tony respects. Wade Wilson does not hurt friends, even when betrayed sometimes. Wade  Wilson does not harm the innocent. If he is sent on a job to kill someone innocent he will go back to the contractor and kill them or maim them. He doesn't mess around with false accusations. He also does not harm children.

Tony didn’t know that last one until he heard from Natasha about when Deadpool was contracted to kill a girl that turned out to be only fifteen. WHen he saw this. He comforted the poor terrified girl, and took her to the police station. Then interrogated the contractor. Natasha never told Tony why they wanted a kid killed though.

This new player on his field though. He knows nothing. He doesn't know why they ill, if they are a mutant, if they are even from this world apparently. Nothing. 

Witha  heavy sigh he sets down the latest file on the mystery merc and goes to get more coffee but was interrupted by Friday. 

“Sir, I have an urgent call from Nick Fury.”

“From Eyepatch?” Tony asks confused as he stops walking towards the coffee pot to look towards the ceiling. “Alright patch him though. I know he wouldn’t listen if I tell him to fuck off.” he waves his hand tiredly as he lowers his head and sighs.

“You’re right, I wouldn't have listened since this is important.” The grouchy voice of Director Nick Fury echoes in the billionaire's kitchen.

“And what do I owe the pleasures of you ruining my day with that voice of yours?” Tony snarks at the director. He crosses his arms even though the other man couldn’t see. He was too busy for whatever stupid mission the man wanted to send him on.

There was a heavy sigh from the speakers. “We have reports of someone going berserk near where the Avenger’s Tower was.”

“Can’t the police just handle it? I’m busy.” he waves his hands towards the ceiling, about to have Friday hang up. 

“The person is a Mutant and has already killed three teenagers. All matching the same description.  Black hair, blue eyes. He’s calling them Little Birdy before killing them then getting mad and running off to repeat the process.” 

At the new information Tony is standing up and calling his Iron Man suit as it in-cases his body. “You could have started with that!”

“I thought you were too busy.” The director sasses the hero who just huffs in annoyance. Try to get it done in a timely manner and get information. I want to know where he came from and who this ‘Little Birdy’ is.” Tony didn’t even get a chance to reply before he was hung up on. He didn’t care though as he runs to the nearest window and flies out of it. Thankful it was already open.

He gets to Midtown Manhattan a lot faster than normal since kids were in danger. He feels guilt when relief hits him since Peter wasn’t here to fight this maniac. 

It didn’t take long for him to hear the terrified screams as he watched a crowd of people run in all directions as a guy wearing full military grade gear stood in the middle. He was holding a pistol in one hand. A half orange, half black mask covered his face. He was yelling into the crowd.

“I know you are here Little Birdy! If you don’t show yourself I will start killing!” The guy screamed. For sure a lunatic.

Tony lowers himself as he raises a hand towards the guy. “I don’t know what the poor birds of New York did to upset you.  But I would highly recommend putting that gun down.” The repulser starts to power to life as it casts his hand in a  blue glow.

The guy starts at Tony and the hero has a firm belief that the guy was glaring at him. “Who are you? Are you a new justice league member?”

“Justice? Justice league?! Who the fuck are they! I’m Iron Man!” Tony yells in shock and also in offense. How dare someone not know who the famous Iron Man is in his own fucking city. 

The guy was watching him cautiously, Tony realized. He really didn’t know he was. “I never heard of ya. Must be some nobody. Now scurry off so I can find that Birdy.”

Will, since this guy doesn’t seem to know who he is, he might as well give him a warning. A sent a blast at the ground right in front of the guy. “Scurry off? What, are you like sixty? WWhy the fuck are you trying to fight birds in you age?” The ground smokes from where it was hit.

The guy looks towards the ground then raises his gun at Tony. “WHo are you?” The guy growls at him.  “You think some Meta can take me down?”

“I already said who I was! You’re the one not introducing yourself and trying to kill birds!” Tony stresses to the guy. It was tense and quiet for a moment as the two just stared at each other. 

“I’m not talking about actual birds.” The guy soon says. “I mean Boy Wonder, Robin.” He spoke like it was supposed to clear up everything it did not.

“How much is Eyepatch paying you to confuse me?” The hero soon asks as he crosses his arms and his face plate lifts up. Revealing his annoyed look.

“Eyepatch?” The guy asks as he starts circling the hero. Reaching to grab a sword. 

Tony sighs softly as he realizes this guy wants a fight. His faceplate goes back down and he aims both palms at the guy. Repulsors roaring to life with a bright blue light. “Come on man, don’t make me attack you.”

It was in a flash of movement, one second the guy was ten feet away from the hero the next he was right on him swinging a sword at his arm. He blocks the hit and turns his arm to throw the guy off balance. The orange just hops back and looks at his sword that did no damage to the iron man suit. Of course it didn't as this suit was made of Vibranium.

“Your suit is decent in strength.” The man tells him as he put his sword away and pulls out a pistol instead.  “I guess I should get serious.” he grins at the hero from under his mask. “So you can tell me where the Boy Wonder is.”

“I don’t know any Boy Wonder but you won’t win this fight.” Tony says firmly as he aims a repulsor blast and hits the guy square in the chest. He flies back a bit but gets up still. Seemingly unaffected. His suit wasn’t even broken. “The fuck?” He fires another shot but the guy rolls away and dodges it easily. This started a game of cat and mouse.

Tony will shoot at the guy and the guy will dodge with expert abilities before firing his own shots at Tony that somehow actually dents his suit. The guy was aiming for the weak points of his suit with deadly accuracy. Leading for Tony to start dodging the bullets also. But he was no Spiderman. He doens;t have that danger sense to dodge them as easily as the teen would.

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Slade was confused. One moment he was completing a mission, the next this green rage filled him and he swore he heard Nightwing’s voice daunting him. That led him to where he was now. In the middle of a crowd fighting some guy in a red and gold suit of armour firing lasers at him. He had come to when that first lazer had hit him and now he was just trying to figure out what was happening. He needs to incapacitate the man to get answers about where he is. But that doesn't seem possible any time soon. He felt that rage trying to come back at but he keeps it down easier this time around.

“With that suit I thought you would be a bit stronger.” Slade snarks at the man in the suit. Who did he introduce himself as again? “Don't you think so too IronMan .” He luckily remembered his name. He still has no idea who that is.

The guy in the suit fixes his stance as he seems to finally get serious. “Who are you?” He asks cautiously. His hand raising and more of that annoying buzzing comes to life. The air already smells like ozone. It frustrated Slade to no end because of his senses being stronger than normal since he woke up a little over a month ago. He was out of commission for two weeks was the slightest brush against this skin made it feel like he was on fire. The slightest whisper felt like they were destroying his ear drums 

Now though, everything felt normal besides he can hear the guy’s heart racing in his suit. He’s scared. Slade couldn’t help the smirk slowly forming on  his face. 

“I’m Deathstroke.”

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Tony couldn’t help but to stop moving completely and just stare at the guy. “Deathstroke? Really?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Out of all the villain names you could have chosen you chose Deathstroke? What are you some deadly handjob or something?” Tony had to ask because that was the first thing that came to his sleep deprived mind.

Slade Clearly didn’t expect that though. The man stops and straightens up as he stares right at the hero. He questions many things at that moment. Slade is a confident man. It is rare for him to be left speechless. But he has never been called a deadly handjob before. What would that even entail?

“I just…” Slade says slowly as he watches Tony closely. “I…” he shakes his head. All the urge to fight was just gone now. The fun of it was sucked out by that idiotic question. He puts away his weapons. “I’m not a villain. I’m a mercenary.”

Tony rolls his eyes as he sees the threat is now calming down. He landed on the ground and crossed his arms. His face plate flipping up once again. “Why are you causing issues int he middle of the street? On a peaceful Thursday afternoon at that.”

“It’s Saturday.” Fridays and the handjob wannabe both say at the same time. Tony sighs heavily in annoyance.

He glares at the merc and was starting to miss Deadpool at this point. “I really just want to blast you in the face and move on with life.” Tony was still exhausted and stressed and all he wanted to do was scream or cry. Maybe both. But no, he has to deal with some bastard.

“I wouldn’t give you a chance to.” Deathstroke tells him as his hand twitches towards his pistol. The IronMan faceplate flips down instantly. 

“Yuh huh, listen perv. My suit is made of the strongest material and also fully bullet proof. Nice try but I can blast you to Timbuktu before you even pull the trigger.” He stares the man in font of him down angrily as he just tries to portray his annoyance. “Now let me ask once again. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing.”

Deathstroke waves him off plainly. Like he wasn’t worth the time of day. Tony swears he is ready to start basking head as he growls. “I feel like I already told you. I’m looking for Boy Wonder.”

“There is no one called Boy Wonder or Robin here!” Tony shouts in frustration. His sleep deprivation getting to him.

Deathstroke rolls his eyes from underneath the mask as he stalks towards Tony but shows no sign of attack. But the Avenger still tenses and readies himself just in case as he raises his arm to face his repulsors towards him. “I know that already. I’m not from around here.” 

Tony stares at the guy for a moment longer before groaning loudly and hits himself in the face. “You’re one of those psychos from a different dimension. I’m a fucking idiot.” He turns around to start walking down the street. Raising his arm he waves the guy to follow him.  “We’re going to my lab.”

“You already know about this dimensional travel stuff?” Deathstroke asks in mild surprise and also amusement.

Tony glances over his shoulder at the mercenary before looking forward again. “Yeah, half of my team disappeared. I’m hoping you might have more information from your side than I do here. Like do you remember anything?”

Deathstroke thinks about that question. “Oh yeah, I was thrown into some weird Lazarus pit. I was guessing that is what brought me here. Even though that isn’t exactly a normal thing for them to do.” 

Tony stops walking and sighs softly. “Okay. You are useful at least.”

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“You know, I wish these tests didn’t say what they are saying.” Felicity says as she spins in her chair to look up at Oliver who was standing over her to also look at the results. His eyes narrowed and shoulders tenser than she has seen them in a long time. 

“WHat do they say?” Steve asks as he begins to walk over to them also. Matt stays where he was towards the elevator. Leaning against the wall and trying to sleep to avoid his complex emotions like usual.

Oliver Stands up straight as he takes a deep breath. He turns to look at Steve then looks towards Matt with only slight distrust. “His DNA matches with Slade Wilson. Someone who was supposed to be locked up on Lian Yu.” 

“I’m guessing this is a bad thing?” Steve asks as his frown deepens as he looks at the test results but he was just confused about what was being shown on the screen. 

Matt sighs as he speaks up from where he was sitting. Not bothering to stand up. “I’ve heard of him. He is a mercenary bastard who lacks empathy and your classic case of a psychopath.”

“So like Deadool?” Steve asks curiously. Earning him a confused look form the two natives and a chuckle from Matt.

“No, DP is psychotic. Deathstroke isn’t. He’s almost like Wade before the incident.” The lawyer tries to explain and Steve seems to get it as he nods. “It will also explain my durability.”

Oliver shakes his head as he stares at Matt. “How do you know all of this?  Only my team knows all of this.”

Matt grins his devil grin as he turns his head towards him. His stare unsettling. “I could hear you guys talking. You aren’t very quiet.”

“So what do we do with this information?” Steve decides to ask them finally. 

“I’m taking you two to your team.” Oliver says as he goes to get ready for the trip to Wayne manor. “So we can form a proper plan with everyone.”

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Bruce walks down into the cave, not noticing the tense atmosphere as he simply says, “Oliver texted me. He’ll be here with Steve and Matt in half an hour.” He waits for a moment but when he gets no response he looks up from his phone to look at Tim who was standing in front of the bat computer. His jaw clenches and his hand shaking slightly. Slightly behind him was Bucky with almost the aura of a man about to go mad with anger. The worse of all though, was Wade.

Bruce may not know the newest person all that well, but he can tell whatever is happening isn’t good as the Merc was bent in half with his shoulders shaking. He honestly couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying. “Wade?” he asks cautiously. That’s when it all broke apart. 

“This is so fucked up!” Wade screams as he starts laughing hysterically. “I look like a human once for a week before I’m back to looking like a grandpa's sweaty, saggy balls?!” He was shaking even worse. “I thought I was finally free from this god damn pain but no! Of course the author isn’t that nice! Of course they just want to torture me!” 

“Wade.” Bucky says as he turns to look at the Merc. He was tense and still so clearly upset too. But concern was starting to edge at his features. 

“No! He deserves to freak out!” Tim snaps at Bucky and doesn’t even look at Bruce as he pushes away from the desk and stands up. “The Lazarus pits heal people! He should have been cured!”

“Unless it was a diluted form of the pits.” Bruce soon says as he looks at the three other people with a bit of sadness but he doesn’t let it show.

Wade finally stops laughing and he looks at Bruce. His mask still off as he stares at Bruce with the most electric green eyes that Wayne has ever seen. Not even Jason’s eyes have ever gotten that bad before. “Wow! Amazing! Coolio!” He snaps at the older male. “I get all the sucky side effects but I keep my god forsaken cancer! That my body heals quick enough that it doens’t give me the sweet relief of fucking death! I’m practically immortal! I should know because I blew myself up! The one chance at relief was too diluted even though on outside of shit it was fucking sludge! How is that diluted!”

“Wade, You are too upset.” Bucky warns as he steps forward with his hand raised to hopefully placate the merc. He really doesn't want a fight to break out.

“I want to fucking kill someone.” Wade snarls as he locks eyes on Bucky. His hand twitched.Badly wanting his guns. To smell blood. To just make his brain go blissfully numb and get this green out of his vision as it was pissing him off even more. Everything was too much.

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(Ten Minutes ago)

“I want to fucking kill someone.” Peter hears DP say as he was on his way down the basement stairs. He originally was just heading down to ask Tim a question, but after hearing those words the teen decided to skip majority of the basement stairs as he jumped down them. That tone of voice wasn’t Wade’s playfully voice. That wasn’t him being silly. 

That was him being dead serious.

“Wade, we talked about this buddy.” Peter coos as he landed at the bottom of the stairs and aimed his wrist right at his friend. Now that got Bucky moving, finally. Bucky took a large step back and clenched his fist. Peter will know how to handle this situation better than him. That doesn't stop his eyes from narrowing nor keep him tense and ready to fight the immortal merc.

Bruce hesitates for a moment, looking towards Bucky then at Peter. He takes a subtle step backwards. Moving yo be slightly in front of Tim. He will always protect his kids no matter what. Tim on the other hand was watching closely. Looking at Wade’s posture. His curled up fists that were shaking, his wide grin, his unmarked skin that was apparently not normally. The tears were what truly showed Wade was breaking down on the inside.

“You don’t get it!” Wade laughs as he hunches in on himself. Stumbling back a step or two towards Bruce and Tim. “I thought I was better! Look at me baby boy! I’m me again!!” He spins around erratically as he sweeps his arm to the side to gesture towards Tim. “So we tested it!”

Peter takes a careful step forward. His arm is not lowering for even one moment. “But you aren’t are you” Peter asks in just a whisper. Not wanting to set the other off more. 

Wade snaps his head towards Peter from where he was staring at Tim. “Of course not! How would the author ever have their fun little angsty wade moments if I was cured!!” He breaks down into giggles. His eyes such a vibrant neon green they looked like they were glowing. 

“Wade….” Peter says cautiously, “you need to calm down.”

In a blink of an eye a pistol was in Wade’s grip and he was aiming at tin air. “No! Shut up! I don’t want to hear it!” His free hand reached up to grip at the side of his head. “I know White! Just shut up!”

“Wade!” Peter snaps, which was a mistake. Suddenly his spider sense flares and he has the pistol against his forehead. He glared at his friend as he was starting to get frustrated. “I think we got past this part, Wade. We both know you won’t hurt me.”

Peter listens as Bucky goes to move along with Bruce and even Tim. This was becoming too much for even him. “You speak pretty words Petey-pie, but I have screws loose in places that don’t even have screws.” He pushes the gun against Peter’s head harder. “And you're just pissing me off more.” He snarls as the safety clicks off. Before Peter could do what Deadpool and Mr. Castle had taught him, but suddenly Deadpool goes flying to the side as Bucky tackles him. The gun fires but luckily misses hitting a person. The weapon goes sliding along the floor.

“Don’t you dare touch him!” Bucky roars with his own eyes glowing green. Peter takes a deep breath and holds his nose. Just at this point questioning why he associates himself with these people. 

A hand touches the teen’s shoulder and he looks up to see Bruce. The Bat wasn’t looking at him but instead at the struggle going on on the floor. With Wade and Bucky struggling and throwing punches at each other’s faces. “At this point, I just want them to battle it out. It’s not like Wade can die.” Peter says very plainly and uncaring at the casual violence in front of him. 

“Can’t your dad die though?” Tim asks tensely. His hand twitched, wanting to grab his bo staff and fix this. The green eyes and pure rage was reminding him of Jason just a little bit. He’s curious if they are stronger than his older brother.

Peter sighs loudly, his eyes only tinted green as he walks forwards. Wade was on top of Bucky at this point, growing punch after punch as Bucky’s raised arms, the soldier was looking a little wolfish at this point.  

All the teen had to do was grab The merc by his suit and then he threw him at the cave wall furthest from everyone, hard enough that the man got embedded into the wall. A loud crack echoed along with the bang. Wade’s head lolled to the side a little too much and there was no way his back wasn’t obliterated. Peter crosses his arms as he stands over Buky. Tilting his head and glaring at the older man from the corner of his eyes. His canine teeth extended into full fangs. “Go near Wade and hurt him again and I will break you fucking arm.” He let some of the anger roll into his body to also change his eyes to green. “And I don’t mean a clean break. I mean into a break so good Mr. Stark will have to build you another fucking arm.”

At this point no one but Peter knew if he was talking about Bucky’s metal arm or his flesh one. 

“He threatened you with a gun!” Bucky yelled at the spider. 

Peter rolls his eyes in defiance. “He does that every other thursday.”

Bruce and Tim were silent at this point in time. Unable to get past the point where a lanky teen had just thrown a full grown adult triple his size into a wall hard enough to not only leave an indent but also destroy their neck, and back. Possibly the guy’s skull too. 

“I think I need to update his file…” Tim mumbles to himself as he just turns to look at Peter with wide eyes 

“Why are you friends with someone who threatens you!” Bucky asks in complete bewilderment. His eyes are going back to normal.

Peter stares at Bucky for a long moment as he also goes back to normal. “I mean, My definition of friendship is kind of weird to begin with. My homecoming dance partner in freshman year turned out to be the daughter of the Vulture's and I almost died that  night. Got a whole building dropped on me.” Peter says casually. “Also Mr. Steve Merica sir dropped a big metal boarding bridge on me and I went on runs with him.” Peter thinks quietly as he hums. “I befriended alternate realities of myself too.” He continues to think then gasps as his eyes light up. “I’m also friends with the punisher.”

“You’re what!?” Bucky yells in shock.

“He isn't that bad dad.” Peter says softly but his head tilts slightly before he leans far back as the sound of a gun goes off. “What have I told you about gunplay?” Peter calls over his shoulder, turning slightly to stare at where Deadpool was now standing. His head still cocked awkwardly to the side. 

The merc says nothing as he raises the hand not holding a gun to his head and just pops his head back into place. The resounding crack echoes throughout the cave. Tim cringes back in disgust and Bruce even looked a little taken aback. Neither Bucky nor Peter reacted tot e scene though. Bucky, sense he had seen far worse when he was a Hydra's assassin. Peter because he’s known Wade for years. 

Also since Peter has known Wade for years, he knows he can’t trust his spider sense to fight the man. He is too unpredictable even for his senses. “Wade, why don’t you put down the gun. I don’t want to hurt you.” The Spider tries to reason.

“Peter…” Bucky cautions as he takes a step forward. Wade moved suddenly, like the last string holding him in place was suddenly snapped. His arm moves to aim at Bucky instead as h e fires in quick succession. Following the Soldier as he runs to duck behind cover. Choosing to hide behind a desk as he flips it. The papers and pens go flying everywhere. 

“Careful!” Tim yells but he dives to the side and grabs his bo staff. Ready to join the fight that was quickly becoming apparent. Peter jumps up and grabs Tim with his webs and flings him to the other side to hide with Bucky as Wade turns to look at the teen. 

Peter clings to the ceiling with his stickiness as he glares down at Bruce and Tim. “Stay out of this fight.” He is sent scurrying away when shot after shot is aimed at him. He drops down and tries to aim a web at Wade’s arms to restrain him but his aim is skewed when Wade aims and shoots him right in the arm. “Fudgesicles!” 

“Peter!!” the other three people in the room all yell in sync as he lands on his feet. Bruce gos to grab his batarang.

Peter just growls in annoyance as he uses his other arm and webs over the bullet hole. “Stop trying to kill me Wade!” 

“Wade.” A voice growls so deep and almost demonic that it makes Batman’s voice sound like a kitten.

(present)

Now Matt has Wade pinned against the wall with his billy clubs tot he Mercs throat. HIs knee pressed hard enough to the other man’s gut that Wade couldn’t breathe too deeply without gagging. “Remind me again.” The devil says in that same devil voice. “Why Peter? My Peter. Has a bullet hole in his fucking arm.”

Wade gulps, now back to himself from the pure terror of having probably one of the most unstable men with a tight moral code having him pinned. The merc has been tortured by Matt beore. That is something he would rather not experience again. “Well you see…” He starts nervously. 

“Matt enough.” Peter sighs as he walks over, waving Tim’s and Bucky’s hands away from touching the wound on his shoulder. Soaked through with blood. “I’m okay, you know i’ve had worse done to me than a tiny little bullet.”

Matt turns his head and glares at the teen darkly. “He has no excuse to ever hurt you like that. Not a single one.” Even though Matt was slightly off on where Peter was located, it was still terrifying to be glared down like that. 

The teen smartly raised his hands and backed away from the other vigilante.

Matt turns back to Wade and waits impatiently for an answer.

“I thought it was gone….” Wade whispers, his voice sounding almost heart broken. Matt could hear the thundering thumps of Wade's heart and he of course noticed that Wade smells different now. The smell of his cancer a lot more subtle than it used to be. 

He takes a deep breath and takes a step back. “I know the feeling…” he tells him. “I didn’t notice at first but I had my eyesight back. My mask didn't see through When i first took it off…” Matt pauses and works his jaw for a moment. “I was more disappointed that I couldn't see Foggy’s face before It left again, than that it wasn’t back for good.”

Wade chokes on his breath and just hangs his head low.

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Steve looks over Bucky again and again to make sure he was okay for sure. The soldier just sighs in annoyance. “I’m fine Brat.” he glares at his best friend. “Even with the increased anger the Hydra coding didn't come back.”

“Come on Mr. Stevemerica sir.” Peter laughs as he walks back over. “I’ve kept a good eye on Dad. I promise.” 

Steve takes a deep breath but nods. Straightening his back. “Okay, okay.” he glances around the cave they are in. “Make sure you get your arm checked out.” He tells the teen without looking at him. 

“I’ll have Tim look at it. Bruce is a little busy with talking to Mr. Queen.” Peter tells him and smiles softly. “It’s good to see you in person sir.” He said it in a voice only slightly above a whisper to try and not break down crying at the mere thought that his family is all almost here.

“I missed you, Kid.” was the reply Peter got before he wandered off. 

Steve turns back to Bucky at this point. “How long are you and Pete going to play this father and son game?” he asks curiously.

Bucky gives a soft laugh as he watches the teen talk to the Tim boy. “I don’t know. I kind of like it. Peter, he’s a good kid.” He turns to look at Steve again. “Plus, I can’t wait to see Stark’s face when he realizes Peter called me dad first.”

The captain laughs and shakes his head. “Of course.” He relaxes and glances around. “Now that I think about it. Where is Clint and Nat?”

“They are doing some recon. Trying to gather more information about this world and to meet up with a girl called Barbara, she goes by Oracle though.” 

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Barbara was sitting in her office at the library before hearing a soft thump. Before she could even react, a feminine voice called over to her, “Don’t try anything. We’re with Bucky and Peter.” 

The librarian stop and relaxes nearly instantly. “You must be Natasha. WHy did you break in and not just walk through the front door?”

Natasha hums as she leans against the wall. Just watching as Barbara turns around to look at her fully. “I was already on the roof so I thought I should just, drop in.” Barbara couldn’t help but to think that the assassin in front of her almost felt the same as Catwoman. She also had the same vibes as Cassandra. “I’m guessing Clint is on the roof?”

“Where else would the little Birdy be?” the assassin asks before pushing off the wall and walking to Barbara. “I came here to get some information, Miss. Gordon.” She looks at the vass display of monitors around the ‘simple’ librarian's desk. :I thought you would be the best to get this information from.” She tilts her head slightly to look at Babs from the corner of her eyes. It was barely even noticeable. 

It was very clear that this woman in her office was dangerous. Babs had to make sure to be careful and not anger her. “Your guess was right. What do you want to know that you couldn’t get back at the cave?” She turns back towards the monitors to start searching if need be.

“Everything you have on the Lazarus pits and a man named Ra’s Al Ghul.” 

Babs couldn’t help but to pause before looking at Natasha again. “I see you dug up some information before you got here. Why come to me if it seems you can look things up on your own?” 

Natasha grins slightly and gives a soft hum. “Why waste time researching when I have a person with all the information right in front of me?” She turns around to lean against the desk and to fully face Barbara. “Also, the cave has too many eyes. I want to learn as much as possible, quietly. You know what I’m saying right? Or do I have to spell it out.” Her voice started to pick up a slight russian accent towards the end. Her perfect New Jersey accent disappeared. That’s when Barbaraa realized a key point. 

Natasha was speaking in a New Jersey accent. She is from New York.

That point just nailed it into Bab’s head. Natasha was even more dangerous than originally thought. She could easily blend into a crowd and disappear at a drop of a hat. Even Bruce took a moment to go from one accent to another. Natasha did it fluently.

“I got it, I won’t tell the bats.”

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Peter goes over to Bucky, in the middle of pulling his shirt back on, even though it was blood stained. “Please don’t tell me Aunt Tasha is interrogating The Bats’ friend.” Peter sounded like he already knew the answer before he even spoke.

Bucky laughs softly as he puts his arm around Peter's shoulders and pulls him to his side. He looked around the cave to see if anyone was listening. “She is just doing recon. We have to make sure not to leave any stone unturned. You know this.” He looks over at Matt. “Especially since you and Devil boy over there took down Fisk. For the third time.”

“ANd he always gets back out.” Peter grumbles in annoyance. He still leans into Bucky’s side comfortably. “But don’t you think that poor Librarian has been through enough? Even if she is Oracle"

“I would if she doens’t have information on someone who might be connected to these green pools.” He points out and looks Peter in his eyes.

Peter huffs and thinks quietly. “Then why didn’t we ask Bruce?” He just hates the idea of having Natasha play her scary spider roll. It is never fun being on the other side of that.

“If they had planned on telling us anything, they would have already.” Steve tells Peter as he moves to stand in front of Peter and Bucky. Blocking the two from the view of prying eyes. Steve crosses his arms as he moves to look Bucky in the eyes. “That’s what you are thinking too.”

Bucky chuckles softly but doesn’t deny it. “It is quicker to send the assassin duo on this job. Natasha is good at catching people in her web before they even realize she had noticed them.”

“What about Uncle Clint?” Peter hums as he smiles calmly. He knows about necessary evils. He always has, he is a vigilante, not a hero.

Bucky laughs airly as he shakes his head. “Don't even get me started on that bird brain. I have never seen him miss a shot. Nothing goes past his eyes either. I can' t even fake him out. Natahsa tries but never has.”

The Spider teen now looks confused as a frown tugs on his lips. “Doesn’t she always beat him during sparring though?”

Steve nods as he leans back on his right foot and grins. “It is the same as how I won against you in Germany even though you have your spider sense. I had more experience and you didn’t want to hurt anyone. It held you back. If you came at me like you wanted to actually hurt me, then I would've lost.”

“So Uncle CLint just doesn’t want to hurt her, so he lets himself lose?” Peter asks confused.

“Basicall, but not always, Natasha is also deadly accurate. She’s good at leading people into a trap.” Bucky points out. “Ive seen Clint hesitate a few times too though, which helped her and angered her too.”

“What are we talking about over here~” Wade coos as he walks over and pulls Peter out of Bucky’s arms to rest his chin on the teen’s head. 

“About how Scary Aunt Tasha is and how Clint is an idiot.” Peter says happily as he grins wide.

“I heard that!” Clint yells down the stairs as he starts walking down.

Peter and Wade both turn to look at the stair. “Work it baby!~” Wade calls out way too loudly and his voice cracking as he coos and Peter starts laughing.

Clint didn't even hesitate to go from simply walking down the stairs to strutting, like he was a model.

“Idiots, all of you.” Natasha says with the most disappointed sigh but anyone who knows her could see the slight glint in her eyes that showed she was amused.

Peter laughs happily as he watches his Aunt and Uncle. He raises his hand towards the ceiling and fires a web, launching himself to the top of the stairs. Doing a series of flips before landing perfectly in front of her. “It’s fun being an idiot though.”

Natasha hums softly as she pats his head. “Whatever you say.” She looks at him fondly before starting the walk down the stairs with  Peter following closely behind. 

“Did you get useful information?” he asks her quietly. Hoping to go home soon. It isn’t that the teen hates the Bats, he just misses Mr. Stark

The Assassin nods as she looks around at the vast amount of people in the cave. “I think it’ll be best to talk to you, the Lawyer, and Bucky alone. I don’t want any bats snooping around this.”

Peter easily slips into his vigilante mind set as he straightens his shoulders and looks at the others too. Watching Clint and Wade argue, if he focussed he could probably hear what they were arguing about. Then to Bruce who was talking to The Green Arrow guy, he still thinks that is a stupid name, Who were probably discussing what to do next. All serious. “I think you’re right. Our teams would clash anyways.” He walks straight to Bucky, noticing Matt was already there. “Ease dropping Red?” He asks teasingly when they got close enough.

Matt huff with a small glare. “You know I only let Frank call me that.” It was said in a way that Natasha had a feeling this was a common topic between the two.

“And Uncle Frank told me to call you that.” The Spider points out while rolling his eyes, knowing the Lawyer will still somehow know what he is doing.

Bucky shakes his head while staring at Peter, “You know the person who is given the nickname, is supposed to give you permission. Right?”

Peter gives a shrug and a shit eating grin to Bucky. “Too bad, so sad.” he yelps when Matt yanks him into a playful chokehold, holding tighter than he would anyone else. 

“You said you had information to tell us?” Matt asks while tilting his head towards Natasha. 

“I do, let’s go to a more private location.” She turns to head down the driveway.

Bucky rolls his eyes but follows. “We could just steal one of their cars, ya know. Insteada just walkin’.”

“You have been slacking too much Barnes, you need the exercise.” Natasha says back easily while their small group of four heads off. Only a few people noticed their exit. 

Peter expected them to go out into the city, maybe talk on top of a tall building like he used to do with team red or when he was meeting up with Mr. Castle. Instead though, they stopped right outside of the garage that closed back up into a normal looking cave wall.  

Peter stares at the wall in amazement while Natasha turns around and looks at everyone. “As some of you know, the green goo that we went through to get here is called the lazarus pits.” Matt nods as he crosses his arms and Peter finally turns to look at her. Waiting patiently for more information. “There is one guy who uses these pits the most in this world and his name is Rah’s Al Ghul. He is in a place called Nanda Parbat.”

“Nanda Parbat?” Bucky asks slowly as he frowns deeply. “I’ve never heard of a place called that.” 

“And you wouldn’t have, like Gotham and Star City. It only exists here.” Natasha informs him. 

Matt sighs softly and tilts his head as he listens to their surroundings. “So, what have you learned about these Lazarus pits?”

“That’s what I was about to get into if you both stop interrupting me.” The assassin says in a cold tone, but that just gets an unamused look from both men. “It is said that the pits kill the healthy, heals the wounded, and revives the dead. But it comes at a cost.” She pauses to see if anyone interrupts her again, pleased when no one does she continues. “All of you have felt this annoying rage swelling inside you that seems to just burst out of you out of nowhere. Like with Wade?” 

“I have.” Peter says quietly as he looks at Natasha with such a sad look on his face. “I’m used to the anger. I…I have always felt this anger inside me since my Uncle has died. But now, it’s just like...” He pauses and looks down at his feet and clenches his fists tightly. “It’s like I can’t control my own emotions.” 

Matt huffs out a short laugh that sounded anything but joyful. “I freaked out on Steve in the middle of fighting him. I wouldn't call it rage, but more like he was just a threat in my head. So it increased my paranoia.”

Peter turns quickly and looks at Matt with wide eyes. “I thought your fear was getting better?”

Matt raises his hand to place it on the teen's head gently. “It was, now it just seems to be worse.”

Bucky grunts and nods slowly. “I get pissed off pretty fast if anyone says anything against Peter. Mainly I'm getting pissed off at Bruce."

Natasha smirks at Bucky at his admittance but says nothing while the older man just glares daggers at her. “That can be explained easily.” She settles on saying, instead of ratting Bucky out on two things. “The pits were originally thought to fill the person with uncontrollable rage, I believe some of you were told this.” She hums softly and crosses her arms, leaning back on her right foot. “But in reality it increases your most prominent emotion. I don’t know if this is just with people coming from our world, or in general.”

Peter grins hearing this as he starts bouncing on his feet. “Okay, then that makes sense. If it increases our most prominent emotion at the time. Then of course I’ll get angry easily and Matt will feel paranoid.”

Natsha nods as she smiles fondly at the teen. “Exactly, so what I want us to do is go to Nanda Parbat and investigate there. The little devil here can hear lies, Bucky and I are good at interrogating, and Pete." She pauses and grins widely. “You are our strength and are going to help us crack any and all info they have digitally.”

Peter matches her grin and cracks his knuckles. “‘Ight, bet.” 

-----

Back inside the cave, Bruce and Oliver are standing in front of the computers as they comb through all the information they have on Rah’s and his latest schemes. “This just doesn’t feel like something the LOA would do.” Bruce growls in his batman voice as he glares at file after file of information.

“Do use that tone with me.” Oliver snarks at him before patting him on the shoulder. “Also why don’t you call up your ex and ask her? Maybe Rah’s wants to create more assassins to do his bidding. It also seems like it is mainly powerful people that are coming back here. If he could get them into his ranks…..” he trails off and just looks at the screen with a glare.

Bruce grunts as he hears what Oliver is trying to say. “We would have to call a full Justice League response.” He looks over his shoulder towards Wade, who was still arguing with Clint, but somehow Tim has ended up joining the argument. Agreeing with the merc. “As far as I understand, he can’t die.”

“Bullshit….” Oliver says, turning to look at the Merc himself. His disbelief was clear on his face.

“We have our own immortals. Many of which are perceived as basically gods. He is just a man.” Bruce shakes his head as he still can’t wrap his head around this”

Wade suddenly turns to look at Bruce and Oliver as he flips them off. “I ain’t no ordinary bitch! Bitch!” he yells at them. “All this ass is as fine as you can get!” he turns to run a hand form his thigh up his ass cheek to his lower back suggestively. “Also I’m not the only immortal in my world. We also have the big green giant.”

“Big green giant?” Oliver whispers confused. Clint seems to take pity as he laughs.

“Yeah, his name is the Hulk. but the guy is called Bruce. Bruce and Hulk are the same guy, but not.” He shrugs casually. “Lab incidents, ya know?”

“I do not know.” Bruce deadpans.

Steve wanders over as Wade, CLint, and Tim walk over to bruce and Oliver. “You can’t forget about Thor. He may not be immortal but he is damn strong.”

“Language.” Clint reprimands, which earns him a glare.

“Wait, Thor, as in the Norse god of Thunder?” Tim asks with wide eyes while Bruce and Oliver both freeze.

“Ah, I would love to be squeezed between his thighs.” Wade says dreamily as he flutters his eyelashes, hands clasped in front of his chest, staring up towards the ceiling.

Steve and Clint both sigh but choose to ignore Wade. “Yes, Thor is the Norse God, but also an alien in our world.” Steve informs politely. 

“Thor is real to them..” Tim mumbles in bafflement.

Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose as he tries to stave off an upcoming migraine. “Can we get back on track now? We need to figure out who is doing this.”

Wade looks at Bruce confused. “Petey, Bucks, Naty, and Matty are already working on that.”

“What?” Bruce and Oliver both asked slowly as they both stared down the merc.

“I mean, yeah. They left like, twenty minutes ago.” he points out, making both Steve and Clint sigh heavily. 

“And you didn't tell us why?” Bruce asks angrily.

Wade shrugs plainly. “What’s the fun in that?”

-----

Tony stares at Slade as he tries to figure out what to do next.  “So, our current theory at the moment is, if I throw you into the green goo.”

“Lazarus pits.”

“Yeha whatever.” Tony waves his head in a dismissive way as he starts to pace around now. “Then the person you replaced will return?” 

“That is how it should work.” Slade says as he still wasn’t looking at Tony. He still was just watching Bruce bustle around the lab they were currently in, taking blood samples and trying to figure out who exactly he replaced. 

Bruce seems to get to a point where he could stop moving as he looks back over to Tony and Slade. Phishing his glasses back into place. “But that theory is too dangerous to test. I am going to ask again. Why have we not called Dr. Strange?” He sounded mildly annoyed.

“Because Magic is bullshit and doesn’t exist.” Tony informs Bruce like it is a fact and waves the man off again. 

Slade and Bruce both stare at Tony in sheer astonishment. “How do you make anything we have been going through sound scientifically possible.” The Merc asks, he was actually baffled by this clearly sleep deprived, supposedly genius, scientist in front of him.

“That’s what I’ve been working on!” Tony yells in frustration. 

“Call Strange!” Bruce yells at him.

‘No!” Tony yells right back like a child being told to do his homework.

“So help me!” Bruce growled, looking a little green, that gives Slade a pause as he stares at the man with intrigue

Tony glares at his long time friend before throwing his hands up and walking towards the door. “Fine! You win, don’t hulk out on me!”

Once the man child was out of the room. Slade turns to look at Bruce. “Hulk out?” he asks him.

“Yeah, Hulk is what we call the green fellow.” Bruce says calmly as he goes back to looking normal.

“Who is hulk?” he asks while standing up. Walking over to look at the DNA sequence that Bruce was currently looking at. 

Bruce frowns as he looks at Slade for a moment before looking back at the information displayed on the holographic screen. “Where I used to work I was exposed to gamma radiation which altered my DNA. Now if I get too angry I turn into a giant green rage machine.”

“Shouldn’t being exposed to radiation kill you?” The man asks, a little surprised.

Bruce smiles bitterly. “It should have, and some days I wish it had. As it stands nothing will kill me. I once tried. I just spit the bullet out.”

Slade stares at him for a moment before nodding. “I get that anger. I feel it more often than a person would expect. It has become worse since being sent here, it’s like I was dunked into those damned Pitts.”

Bruce laughs softly. “Anger is a hard emotion to control. I have gotten much better at it over the years. Now I can control it near perfectly. Tony just likes to test me.”

“He does give that impression.”

Tony barges back into the room. “I heard that!” He yells right as an orange ripple appears in the middle of the room. Soon opening wide enough for a man to walk through wore deep blue robes and a red cloak. He looks right at Slade and songs deeply.

“You do not belong here.”