Hey guys! Here, I'm writing a new idea that's been buzzing around in my head for a little while. My inspiration came while I was watching Justice League, Justice League Unlimited, X-Men Evolution, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, and the Marvel movies. This is a mash-up of DC and Marvel, and the inspiration for the story will stem from the sources listed above (and a little bit of internet research).

This is the Pilot chapter, just to see if people like it. If no one does, then I will just let this story lie. If you would like this to continue, please let me know and I will expand this into a true story. Also, let me know what characters you want to see in it. I won't include them all, but I'll try to squeeze in as many as I can. Enjoy!

This World We Live In: Pilot Chapter

The Daily Planet. New York's most prestigious newspaper. Run by the great J. Jonah Jameson. They never miss a story, which is why Jameson is always yelling his head off.

"Kent!" Jameson's voice echoed through the top floor of his newspaper building. "Get over here before I fire you!" The Daily Planet's best reporter hurried to Jameson's office before the editor exploded. Clark was sure Jameson wouldn't fire him, but it was better not to take chances.

"Yes, Jonah?" Kent asked as he closed the office door.

"I need you to cover the opening of that new park over on 28th. Think you can handle it?"

Clark Kent smiled, "Of course, but I'll need a photographer."

"Already got one." Jameson took a deep breath and hollered, "PARKER!"

A skinny teenage boy with fairly tame brown hair skittered into the office, a camera clutched in his hands. "Yes, JJ?"

"I need you to go with Kent here to get pictures at the park opening. Got that?"

Peter Parker's eyes widened, "A story with the great Clark Kent? It would be an honor!"

"Alright, boys," Jameson said, "take off."

The two made their way to the opening of the new park. "Alright, Peter," Clark said, "I'll get the stories, and you snap the pictures. Got it?"

"Of course!" Peter replied. He was just happy to be working with Clark Kent.

Just as the festivities were reaching their peak, someone had to crash the party. And that someone just had to be the Rhino. "Everybody out!" the Mayor yelled as Rhino began his rampage through the park. Peter tried to find Clark Kent in the crowd, but the reporter had disappeared.

"Guess, I have to do this myself," Peter said as he ran to the side of a building. He crawled up to the top of it and changed into his Spider-man costume. Then, he positioned his camera so that it had a clear shot of the park, and webbed it into place. "That should do nicely," he said, jumping down from the building and racing towards the park. "Hey, ugly!" Spidey yelled. "Is that a plat of meatloaf or is that just your face?"

"You!" Rhino's eyes narrowed as he made a beeline straight for Spider-man. "I'm going to crush you like the bug you are!"

"Oh, like I haven't heard that one before," Spider-man rolled his eyes as he leapt out of the way. He shot webbing into Rhino's face, and pulled back to stop the gray monster's momentum. "You really should be more creative with your comebacks."

Suddenly, Rhino was blind-sighted and flew back thirty feet, taking Spider-man with him. Just in time, someone snapped the web and caught the wall-crawler in mid-air. When Spider-man looked up, he saw a blue and red chest with a large 'S' on it. "Superman?" Spidey looked up at the Kryptonian. "I was handling it."

"I just happened on be in the neighborhood and thought I'd help out," he replied.

"Well," Spidey replied, stepping back onto the ground, "I have a plan to finish him."

Rhino shook his head, "Get back here and let me crush you, bug!"

"Come and crush me," Superman retorted, floating in front of the Rhino. Behind Rhino, Spidey had stretched a web-net out between himself and a lamppost.

Rhino lowered his head and headed straight for Superman. The mighty hero punched him, sending him sailing back into the web-net. Spider-man held fast as the net stretched o its limit and flung Rhino high into the sky and far into the city. "I'm sure the police will find him," Spidey said.

"Not bad, kid," Superman laid a hand on Spider-man's shoulder. "Not bad." Then, the Kryptonian flew off and Spider-man went to change clothes.

"Parker! Parker!" Clark Kent's voice echoed through the deserted park.

"I'm here, Mr. Kent," Peter Parker ran up to the reporter, out of breath.

"Where have you been? Did you get any pictures of what happened here?" Clark's voice portrayed his annoyance.

"Of course I did," Peter flipped open the screen of his digital camera and flipped through the photos of Spider-man and Superman fighting the Rhino.

"Well look at that," Clark looked pleasantly surprised. "Not bad, Parker," he ruffled the teenager's hair, "Not bad at all."

The Green Lantern flew over the Arctic Circle, his dark skin and green and black outfit completely out of place in this bleak landscape. But he was always flying over tropical regions, and he wanted a change of pace. There wasn't any big crime being committed right now, so John Stewart was happy to take a break.

As he flew over the landscape, a flash of color caught his eye. He stopped, landed on the ground, and went over to where it was. No harm in investigating. John walked up to a large block of ice that had something red stuck in it. John wiped away the frost to get a better look at what was inside. Suddenly, John's eyes widened as he got a good look at what was stuck in the ice. He wiped away more frost and got a complete look.

Inside the ice was trapped the First Avenger. Captain America was frozen just as he had fell into the freezing arctic water, seventy years ago. The Green Lantern stood back and began to melt the ice with his power ring. After about ten minutes, the First Avenger was lying on the ground with his shield at his side.

"Captain America?" John bent down to help the legend to his feet. "Are you aright?" Suddenly, John received a punch to the jaw that sent him to the ground, and Captain America placed a foot on his chest.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Are you and agent of HYDRA?"

"No," Stewart grunted. "I'm an American. My name's John Stewart."

"Are you sure?" Cap lifted his foot and helped up the Green Lantern.

"Positive." Just then, high-tech jets flew overhead, keeping a watch over the Arctic Circle.

"What-?" Cap looked confused, and then even more so when he caught sight of John's glowing power ring.

John put a friendly hand on Captain America's shoulder, "You've been gone a long time, Cap. Seventy years, in fact."

Hawkeye was perched on the edge of a building, looking down at a fight that was going on between a group of thugs and a guy dressed like Robin Hood. The Robin Hood character was shooting high-tech arrows at the thugs, but they would get through his defenses at one time or another. Hawkeye sighed. It was really sad when people tried to imitate him.

Just then, one of the thugs got up behind Robin Hood and gave him an elbow to the back, making him collapse to his knees. Hawkeye pulled out his bow and jumped down to save the day. In less than three minutes, Hawkeye had put every one of the thugs down with a special arrow, save for one who had gotten an uppercut to the jaw that knocked his lights clean out. Hawkeye folded up his bow and went over to help the green guy. His hat and mask had come off during the fight, and Hawkeye recoiled when he saw the stranger's face.

"Ollie?" Hawkeye said in surprise.

Green Arrow had been watching the entire fight, and he knew only one person who could shoot like this guy could. But he had to be sure. And now he was.

"Clint?" Green Arrow stood up, putting his hat and mask back on. "It can't be."

"It is." Hawkeye looked him over. "Are you supposed to be Robin Hood?"

"It's Green Arrow," Ollie replied dryly. He raised an eyebrow at Clint's outfit. "Purple? Really, Clint?"

"I think it's stylish. And I'm Hawkeye now."

"Sure it is," Green Arrow crossed his arms.

"What's with that tone? What's wrong?"

"You leave, we have no contact with you for eight years, and all you can say is what's wrong? I could give you an entire list telling you what's wrong!"

"Now calm down, little brother…"

"I don't have to be calm, Clint! You left the family." Green Arrows voice became softer, "You left me. You taught me everything I know about shooting a bow."

"And you're doing a great job."

Suddenly, a feminine voice came over his com-link, loud enough for Arrow to hear, "Clint, we have to get moving. Wrap it up, Barton."

"Barton?" Arrow's voice held only a hint of surprise. "So you changed your name."

"Now's not the time."

"Looks like you ran off with S.H.I. and left me in the dust."

"It was my calling, Ollie. The business thing wasn't."

"You were dad's pride and joy."

"I have to go," Hawkeye shot a grapple arrow on top of a building and left. When he reached the top, two darkly dressed women were waiting for him, one with blond hair and one with red hair. "Come on, Widow, Canary. Let's go." He raced off into the night. The red-head followed him. The blond stayed for a moment, looking at the dejected Green Arrow, and then the Black Canary disappeared as well.

Bruce Wayne was putting on one of his best suits. Hopefully today wouldn't be as disastrous as last night. Last night the Batman had been tracking a crime lord to his hide-out, when Ironman burst into the building, grabbed the crime lord, and took all the glory. Batman couldn't stand that egotistical, self-inflated superhero. Next time Ironman wanted to horn in on the Batman's job, he would have to take a number.

Bruce finished dressing and picked up a bouquet of flowers. White roses to be exact. Today was not a day for revenge, though. Today was a day for remembrance and mourning.

Bruce made his way to the top of his staircase, and his butler, Alfred was waiting at the bottom of it. "A Mr. Tony Stark is here to see you."

Bruce was stunned. He hadn't seen his closest friend for three years, since a year before Tony's Afghanistan incident. Tony had been there the day after Bruce's parents died, and Bruce had been there the day Tony's parents died.

"Let him in," Bruce ordered. He descended the staircase and met Tony at the bottom. Tony Stark was dressed in a somber suit, and his hair was combed neatly. He had a bouquet of orange and yellow flowers clutched in one hand. "Tony," Bruce gave him a slight smile.

"Hey Bruce," Tony smiled back. He held up the bouquet, "Lilies were your mom's favorite, weren't they?"

"No," Bruce replied, and Tony's face fell. He put a hand on Tony's shoulder, "But they were their favorite anniversary flower." Tony brightened once again.

Alfred drove the two of them to a graveyard, and accompanied the two to Bruce's parents' graves. Bruce placed his white roses in between the two graves, and Tony placed the lilies right next to them. The trio sat in silence for a long time, and then Bruce decided to walk to the alley where they were killed. Tony came with him, and Alfred stayed at the graveyard.

After a moment, Bruce looked over at his friend, "So what happened in Afghanistan?"

"What didn't happen?" Tony replied. "I was betrayed and nearly killed by the man who had replaced my father."

"Obadiah Stain?"

"You got it. I saw my weapons being used against the very people they were made to protect. I couldn't live with that."

"So you shut down the weapons part of your company. You're wounds-" Tony parted his jacket, revealing the arc reactor on his chest. "Is that your dad's thing?"

"An arc reactor, yes. It powers an electromagnet that keeps the bomb shrapnel from entering my heart. Enough about me, how've you been, Bruce?"

"Same as always," he said with a half-smile. They had reached the alley, and stopped for a moment of silence. Memories flooded Bruce's mind, and he tried to hold them back.

After a moment, Tony grabbed his hand in support and smiled. "I missed you, Bruce."

"I missed you too," Bruce replied.

The two of them decided to catch up, and after ten minutes a car horn honked. Bruce looked towards the street and saw a red-head driving a beautiful sports car. "There's my ride," Tony said, heading for the street.

"Is that Pepper Potts?"

"You bet," Tony replied as the crawled into the driver's seat.

"She's too good for you, Tony!" Bruce called out.

"That's what everyone says," Tony revved up the engine. "See you later, Bruce." Bruce waved as Tony Stark drove off.

Bruce had told everything to Tony, except for the fact that he was Batman. Not even Tony Stark got to know that. Ironman and Batman may not be a good fit for each other, but Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark sure were. Bruce mused on his double life with Tony as he made his way back to the car and Alfred.

Hope you enjoyed it! This is the Pilot chapter, just to see if people like it. If no one does, then I will just let this story lie. If you would like this to continue, please let me know and I will expand this into a true story. Also, let me know what characters you want to see in it. I won't include them all, but I'll try to squeeze in as many as I can. Reviews and critiques are appreciated, but please do not flame.