Tony really hoped that trees didn't begin moving around

I am Groot.

I now have the overwhelming urge to see Tyrion and Etri together in a scene.

And we're just going to gloss over a possible foreshadowing of Doctor Strange, I see.

How does a fanfic end up on TVtropes radar?

I'd say the only thing this chapter was missing was Goldstein giving Tony a phat beat for him to beat his buddy's ass to.

I'm looking forward to Robb trying to even begin to explain all this to Ned and Catelyn; "Oh, Hi Mom, Dad! How was your day? Mine was pretty boring, except Rickon got sucked into a portal earlier and we got invaded by the Ironborn who came equipped with lightsabers. How they even have those is beyond me, but that's not even the strangest thing. That little distinction would be the portal spitting Rickon back out, only this time around he came with a few interesting new friends. Two of them just so happen to be Others (yes the ones from Old Nan's bedtime stories) one of whom is a musclebound metaphor-challenged whack job who could benchpress Gregor Fucking Clegane, and the other one is a resurrected Aunt Lyanna. The other two of his friends (and here's the real kicker) are a sentient tree and a wise ass raccoon. Oh, and Rickon got aged up into an air humping Chris Pratt looking motherfucker, and don't ask me how I know who that is despite the fact he won't be born for Seven knows how many centuries, my mind is officially gone!"

Your suspicion that Sansa the "Night's Queen" is really Hela has increased.

"Her voice took on a mocking tone as she mimicked Baelish's ever-changing accent; the bloody idiot liked to pretend he was higher than he was but would slip at times and forget exactly what regional accent he was supposed to be using." Did... did you just poke fun at Aiden Gillen being know to do just that in-character?

Steve Rogers?! I’m flabbergasted, but love it! And he still has his beautiful blue eyes. ;)

Then you admit it?"

"That I was a Stark?" Gamora nodded her head, keeping her back to him. "Yes. I was. And perhaps I still am. It is… hard to consider, this merging. It makes things very confusing."

He took a step forward again only to stop, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. He'd known… he'd known since he'd seen her but not wanted to admit it. Rocket had hinted at it, Rickon refused to say it… but he'd known. "Then it is you… was you…" He clenched his eyes shut, hating himself for his weakness but unable to stop the waves of sadness that crashed over him. The long face, the mischievous eyes, the slight smirk, the craving for battle… "Arya."

Gamora though let out a quiet airy laugh. "No."

Robb froze.

"And I do not mean," she continued, before he could express his greatest fear, choosing instead to speak it herself and deny it all in the same moment, "that I was her and now I am not. This body was never your sister's, Robb. But I understand how you could have come to that conclusion."

"Then..." his head hurt and he felt relieved and angry and confused and frustrated all at the same time. "Then who the fuck are you?"

"Before all this?" Gamora asked. "As a titan I was Whoberi." She let loose an amused huff. "I know. What a name. But you don't care about that, you care about the human who makes up the other half of me. Hmmm. The names I had when I was her. I was the Blue Rose of the North. The Wolf Maid. The Future Lady of Storms. The Queen of Love and Beauty. The Knight of the Laughing Tree. The Lady of the Tower of Joy. The Mother of Jon."

She turned and smiled sadly, her own tears flickering in her eyes.

"My name… was Lyanna Stark."

—-

Oooooh! I thought so, I thought so! Jon mom!

"There was an idea," Fury began again, "to bring together a group of remarkable people, see if they could become something more. See if they could work together when we needed them… to fight the battles we never could. Your family? Iron Man, Centurion, the War Machine, Natasha, perhaps even Lady Stark? You are just the first step. The first pieces in creating a team that will be able to save not just the world but all that will come after us. To stare down the Great Enemy of all mankind and, remembering the terrors they visited on us once before and seek to do so again, finally avenge us once and for all."

"Who else do you have in mind?" Jon asked. "You must have other members of this 'team' in mind."

"Brienne of Tarth, for one. If we can track down the man calling himself Thor Odinson he'd be another. I have a couple of other candidates in mind and I am sure more will begin to pop up soon. It seems like your arrival has awoken something... caused magic and wonder to return. Case in point the next recruit I want... someone I am hoping you'll help me bring into the fold, Lord Stark."

"And who is that?" Tony asked.

"Daenerys Targaryen, the Firestar."

—

Jon’s aunt!

Oh, well, technically, Sansa soul is gone, now in a wolf. So, that’s already done.

Punisher Ned, and Knihted Brienne.

Sansa!

Oh, Twyion was doing so well, now the night queen has him deluded.

Doom and Dany plotting and talking, it’s something to behold.

"Double good-AAAAA!" Tony let out a cry as Jarvis popped his right arm back into place. "Fucking hell Jarvis, warn a man next time!" He weakly rotated his right shoulder, gritting his teeth before he let his eyes scan over them all. "Rhodes… Pepper… Jon… Nat… Jarvis… Phyllup… random white man with an eyepatch… Happy… I just want to say that-wait." He went through what he'd just said again before his brow furrowed. "Okay, have I met the random white man with an eyepatch before?"

"You haven't… I have," Natasha said. "Antony… Nikolas Fury."

Tony looked the figure up and down carefully. "Lannister?" The man with the eyepatch didn't even move. "Come on, I can tell you are a Lannister. I'm friends with Tyrion. I've spent time at Castlery Rock and that place is swarming with Lannisters-"

"I am, Lord Stark," Fury said, cutting him off, "but would you kindly not fucking shout my name to everyone around? Unlike you I try and hide my identity."

"Oh, not that many people know I'm Iron Man."

Jon coughed. "The entire town does."

"…outside of Iron Pointe."

Fury merely continued to stare at him. "Lord Antony, if you are quite done… we have important matters to attend to."

"Yeah, no offense, but I just took down an insane Ironborn captain who tried to lay siege to my castle. I doubt whatever you have to say tops that."

"The Others have returned, the Night's Queen has taken over you cousin Sansa's body and trapped her eternal soul inside while she manipulates King's Landing, and the rest of the Court of the Others is preparing a full assault on the North, the Night's King's first strike before he seeks to wipe every living being in the world."

"…okay, admittedly that is eyebrow raising," Tony said.

—-

But Vanko is dead, blissfully.

hen... why didn't you return?" Thor asked. "You played the role... why not return when it was time?"

Jane's father shook his head sadly. "Because, dear brother... I discovered I loved being Davos Seaworth." He looked up at them, a smile blossoming on his lips. "I loved being so steady and so solid. Of not needing to constantly plot and plan. To puzzle out what others were doing and how to bend them to my will! To be so utterly boring... it was peace! Peace, Thor!" He threw out his arms wide. "To just live my life! To serve without scheming. To complete a task not because it fit into some grand plan but because it had to be done. Davos Seaworth had simple dreams… and I found those dreams were more satisfying than anything I had ever felt before. To have a family, to serve an honorable man, and to have no other ambition than to provide for both. It… it was bliss."

He slowly turned and his joy faded as he glared at Amora. He reached down and grasped her by the throat, ripping her from the crater and holding aloft her bleeding body.

"And you," Loki hissed, barely containing his rage, "you took that from me."

Jane pulled Shireen tighter to her. She was a strong woman, capable of defending herself. She'd proven that when facing Amora. But with her father's full might revealed… and his full hatred… she felt no shame shifting behind Thor.

Amora clawed at his wrist but her efforts were feeble and Loki's grasp did not go slack for a second. "You greedy whore. You killed good people not for the reasons you gave, oh no. Not because you wanted to please your Lord of Light. You did it because it pleased you, it excited you, to hold life and death in your hands. To send souls to Hel purely on a whim. You played on the doubts of Lady Baratheon and then twisted her husband into your plaything. You tried to sacrifice Shireen, the child that is the granddaughter of my heart if not my blood. You bound my brother in chains and would have ripped his mind from his skull to make yet another puppet." He yanked her in close and hissed, "And then… you tried to kill my JANE."

"She tried… far worse, brother," Thor whispered.

Loki started at that before he began to vibrate, as if his emotions were trying to escape his flash.

There were no words.

No declarations or threats.

He merely reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of green fluid, popping off the cork before tossing her to the ground with one hand while throwing the liquid in her face with the other.

The scream that Amora let loose would stay with Jane forever.

—-

Awww becoming the mask, loving is children, Loki the good mans

Brunnhilde, Stannis to Valhalla.

Oh, don’t make Shireen the iron throne ruler, she can be a great queen with out that!

Ah, well, it’s a better turn out then I thought. And amora gets her just dies.