Here you go, sorry for the wait!

Tony dodged the first radiation blast with ease and returned a repulser blast aimed at Cyborg's chest. Cyborg dodged the blast and fired mini rockets from his shoulders. Tony took to the air to dodge the rockets, which had landed about ten feet from where Bruce was standing. Bruce groaned as he attempted to stand.

"I gotta lock on Black Widow," said Peter, "We need to move."

"A little busy right now." Tony responded. It was hell inside the suit, Jarvis was doing multiple things at once; fighting off the hacking attempts of Cyborg, dodging his weapons, attempting to hack Cyborg, and firing repulsors at Cyborg seemed to cause the suit to lag. The instant Tony's defensive reactors slowed, Cyborg fired a sonic blast, bringing everyone to their knees. Pain spiked Tony's ears as a scream ripped from his throat. The last thought Tony had was that he totally needs a sonic cannon before he felt his world fade to black.

Everything focused and unfocused and Tony felt blood drip from his ears. His eardrums throbbed in pain as he struggled to regain focus. He then panicked as he realized he had passed out. His panicked heightened when he realized he didn't have his suit on. Tony then felt the weight of heavy, mechanical handcuffs encase his hands.

"You're under arrest." Victor stated calmly.

"For?"

"Trespassing. And your friend is also now wanted in the city of Gotham. He escaped. With Bruce."

Tony squinted, "Hey, I was brought here, I didn't choose to come to this piece shit you call a dimension. How long was I out?"

Cyborg shrugged, "A few minutes. Long enough for me to hack and disable your suit." Tony glanced to his left where his suit was assembled just as it was before this whole fight began. He tried calling to the suit, but the prehensile technology seemed to be unable to function.

"What'd you do to my suit?" Tony asked as he was hauled to his feet.

"I removed the prehensile program. As of now, your suit is nothing but a sitting duck." Cyborg stated coolly as he teleported to the heart Watch Tower.

The Watch Tower reminded Tony of SHIELD, except decked out with far more superior technology. There were all sorts of superhumans in the Watch Tower, but the one who stood out the most was the tall, broad-shouldered man who seemed to glare at every thing that passed him. Tony's confidence began to slip as he started to realize how powerful these people are. No one- not Hammer, not Killian, no one- had ever been same to hack his suit before. And this Cyborg guy did it in minutes. Tony had never felt so small in his life.

The man they were approaching folded his arms and stared at Tony meticulously. Tony stared back defiantly- just because he felt small didn't mean that he had to act it. The man's mouth twitched.

"What is your name, Prisoner?" The man questioned.

"You haven't heard of me? You from another universe or something?" Tony snarked.

The man's eyes narrowed in annoyance, "You are not in the position to make jokes. State your name." He repeated sternly.

"Fuck you, that's my name!" Tony shouted.

Tony grunted as the man delivered a blow straight to his eye. Now, Tony had been punched in the face before, but this guy packed more of a punch than anyone he had ever been punched by before- even Steve. Blood dripped from Tony's nose and splattered onto the floor. "Throw him in the cell with the other one. I don't have time for this." The man grunted.

Tony hung his head low and complied as he was lead to his cell. He wasn't trying to get anymore punches today. He groaned as he was manhandled into the cell and unceremoniously thrown to the floor. Tony closed his eyes and groaned again as his face throbbed. A familiar voice brought him clarity.

"Tony? Is that you?"

"Steve?" Tony sat up to see Steve with a look of concern blossoming upon his face. Steve rushed over to assess the damage caused by that dark haired douchebag. Steve grabbed his chin and tilted it from side to side, "Whoever slugged you has a solid right hook. Your eye's looking pretty bad." He stated softly, prodding at his swelling face.

"Yeah, well it was a cheap shot." Tony grumbled, feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed in front of Steve. He tried not think about the fact that Steve was touching him right now and he kind of didn't want it to stop.

"What happened? Please tell me you know more than I do." Steve stated with a hopeful look on his face. His face always looked so damned hopeful.

"It depends on what you know." Tony said, sitting with his back against a wall.

"All I know is that I woke up in some dirty alley and some guy in a red suit showed up and he took me here. Then some other guy- Kal- started asking me questions and then he threw me in here."

"They didn't tell you?" Tony asked, leaning forward.

Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "Tell me what?"

"We're in a completely different universe right now, Cap." Tony lowered his voice, "Some guy called Batman- yes, I know, just hear me out- blasted me and you and the others here to help him take down his friend, who he called Clark who I'm also guessing is the pleasant gentlemen who punched me in the face."

Steve's grew into a look of even more confusion. "Wait, what did he look like, the guy who slugged you."

"Tall, dark hair, handsome, brooding, 'S' on his chest, impossible jawline, arms the size of tr-"

"-Tony, I get the picture." Steve deadpanned. "Some woman called him Kal when I first saw him. You said his name is Clark. Does he have two names or something?"

"Maybe Kal's a nickname, I don't know, its not important. We're in a different universe right now, I think we have…other priorities." Tony's eyes went distant in thought.

Steve leaned in closer to Tony, "What do you mean?" Steve questioned, snapping Tony into reality.

"I mean if Batman blasted us here, he could have blasted some others too," He looked up at Steve, "maybe some not-Avengers."

James wandered aimlessly through the unfamiliar city. He just woke up next to a dumpster behind some strip club and he'd been walking around without direction for at least an hour. He was hungry, but he hasn't seen any kind of store- only decrepit buildings with strange murals and a symbol for something called One Earth. His head pounded. He hated confusion.

It has been four months since he disbanded from Hydra and four months since he'd seen Steve. He'd been living in nothing but confusion. He tried to find somewhere where there weren't any triggers, but it seems like he's killed someone in every square mile of this country. Everywhere he goes, he gets something that isn't quite a memory, but a sensation of familiarity. He hates it because its so ambiguous that he can't attach it to any thing. He lives in a constant state of déjà vu.

Except nothing is familiar right now. The buildings, the streets, the alleyways- all foreign. In theory, that should make him happy. He was getting sick of the incessant enigmatic recognition, and yet it does nothing but cause more frustration. He sighs, and turns into an alleyway.

He was planning on finding some sort of shelter, but those plans were foiled as soon as he heard the heavy footsteps of someone doing a sloppy job of following him. As soon as they were right on his heels, he swiftly turned around and pressed his metal forearm against the throat of whoever was trailing him.

He was not expecting a red helmet to replace the face that he was expecting to see.

"кто ты?*" He demanded. It was the first language he could think of.

When there was no answer, he fleetly removed the red helmet to see a young man in his mid-twenties with black hair with a white streak at the front of it. "Если вы хотите следовать, кого, попробовать ходить с более легкими ногами.**" He stated straight-faced.

"Of course you speak the one language I'm shit at." The man said, looking at James with a defiant fire in his eyes.

"Who are you?" He demanded again.

"Your worst fuckin' nightmare if you don't get your hands off me." He threatened, testing James' grip. He wanted nothing more than to press so hard that his arm of metal crushes this guy's wind pipe, but he suddenly thought of Steve and how disappointed he would be, so he released him instead. The man rubbed at his throat and tried to pretend as if he wasn't in pain.

"Who are you?" James asked again.

"I could ask you the same question. I've been watching you since you woke up." The man stated.

"Why?"

The man shot him a distrustful glare, "Because I watched you appear out of thin air." The man then began calculating him with his eyes and took notice of James' metal appendage. He looked curious, but he didn't ask. James hated being scrutinized, so he demanded a forth time to know who he was.

The man hesitated before stating, "Jason. Jason Todd. You?"

James technically didn't really know who he was.

"James Barnes." he said distantly.

"Alright, James Barnes," the man pulled out a handgun and aimed it right between James' eyes, "You want to explain how you appeared out of thin air and what you're doing here."

James took a step back, the only weapon he had on him was his dual knives, which were thankfully hidden in his sleeve. "I don't even know what city this is, how the hell am I supposed to know how I got here."

"You're in Gotham." The man stated.

"Never heard of it."

The man scoffed, "You're telling me you've never heard of the 2nd most populated city on the planet? Stop lying." He demanded, emphasizing the gun in his hand.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, I'm not lying!" James said, feeling some of his suppressed rage starting to swell up. He really did not want to kill this man, but he's making it very fucking difficult.

The man assessed him for what seemed like hours before tucking his gun away. James was a bit disappointed, he'd been craving a fight lately.

"Where are you from?" He asked, skepticism lining his face.

James hesitated, thinking back to all the information he knew about Bucky Barnes, "Brooklyn."

Jason was quiet for a moment, then spoke, "Last thing you remember?"

James suddenly felt Bucky slip through in his words and he blurted, "Falling asleep in my shit hole apartment, then waking up in an actual shit hole." That would happen sometimes. Bucky Barnes would emerge, snarky and sarcastic as ever. But then he would recede as fast as he came. It was quite frustrating, to be one person one minute and suddenly another person the next. Especially since James himself was nothing like Bucky Barnes.

Jason smirked then sighed, "Why do I have a feeling that this somehow involves Bruce?" He asked, more to himself than to James. "Alright, follow me."

"I'm not following you anywhere." James declared.

Jason sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, "Dude, don't make this harder than it-"

"-Fuck you, I'm not going anywhere."

Jason pulled out his handgun again and cocked it this time, "It isn't a fucking choice. Follow me." He said sternly.

James hesitated before obliging begrudgingly.

Bruce and Peter were semi recovered as they trailed the Black Widow, who was wandering the streets of Gotham. There was a constant ringing in Bruce's ears still, but his cowl had managed to somewhat protect his ears from the white noise cannon. Bruce had access to his monitors, but the cameras he'd placed still had blind spots. Bruce was steady deducing which blind spot the Widow could have fallen into when he suddenly stopped his trailing and Peter followed suit.

He heard her before he saw her. Suddenly, before he could react, he was ambushed from above and found himself suffocating between the thighs of the Black Widow. Her hands were clawing at his face and cowl. It was her go-to take out move and Bruce saw it coming. He was reaching for his taser when Peter shouted, "Natasha!" He then shot a web at her back and pulled her to the ground. She grunted before standing and brushing the web off her back.

"Who is that?" Natasha demanded, pointing at Bruce.

"The only person that's got answers to what's going on right now." Peter said calmly.

Natasha glared at Bruce, "You got 30 seconds. Start talking."

Bruce wheezed before he complied, "I transported you to a different universe. Right now, you're in Gotham City. All these symbols you see everywhere," Bruce pointed to one of the One Earth logos, "represent the One Earth government. Basically, a dictatorship headed by Clark Kent, also known as Superman. I need you and your friends' help for me to take him down."

"Superman, how powerful is he?" Natasha asked skeptically.

"He's virtually indestructible, he has ice breath, and x-ray vision. And he can fly. He also has an army of superhumans and aliens." Bruce stated.

Natasha was silent in thought before stating, "Thor could probably take him."

"Or the Hulk." Peter suggested. Natasha nodded in agreement.

Bruce hummed, "Those two could slow him down, maybe even knock him out, but it'll be tough. That's why we have Kryptonite, Superman's one weakness. But first we need to find the rest of your team. Cyborg abducted Tony and I know Flash took the Captain there."

Peter shot a look at Bruce, "When did that happen, I thought you didn't know where Steve was?"

Bruce sighed, "When Cyborg paid us a visit. We have to go-"

"-Oh don't go running off yet, darling." A tempting voice called from the shadows. Natasha pulled a handgun that she'd been hiding and aimed it at a particular dark corner. A figure emerged from the shadows with a stride unique to the one and only Selina Kyle. She glared at Widow, "Put that away, this is one lover's quarrel you don't want to get involved in." She said tauntingly. Natasha didn't move a muscle.

Bruce stepped forward, "We aren't lovers."

"Bruce, you know I'm not actually on Superman's side, right? I was just trying to keep myself from getting killed. You knew it was either him or me." Selina stated, treading on thin ice.

"And you chose to end a 13 year olds life? How could you?" Bruce declared angrily.

Selina scoffed, "I had no other choice and you know it!"

Bruce stepped closer into her personal space. "You could have done the heroic thing for once in your life."

"Oh, don't lecture me on heroics, Bruce. Save it. Superman wants to know how you brought them here." She said, gesturing to Natasha and Peter.

"I'm not giving you anything after what you did to Tim." Bruce said coldly.

"Bruce," she sighed, "You always make things so difficult."

Suddenly, she raked her "claws" across the expose part Bruce's face. Bruce bellowed and stepped back. "Peter- web her!" Natasha shouted, and Peter did as he was told. Peter shot webs at her wrists and feet and bound her to the wall of a building. Natasha dashed forward and cocked her handgun, shoving it right under the other woman's jaw.

She was ready to pull the trigger when Bruce shouted, "Wait!"

Natasha didn't look to Bruce and instead looked to Peter, who shook his head as a silent queue. Natasha huffed and swiftly aimed the gun at Catwoman's leg and pulled the trigger. The other woman let out a howl in pain. "Hey!" Bruce growled.

"She'll be fine. Just immobile for the time being." Natasha said flippantly as she turned to face Bruce, who was cupping the right side of his face. Blooding was dripping through the spaces in between Bruce's fingers and onto the cement.

"I think the webs would've sufficed." Bruce said angrily.

"And if she broke out?"

"That is not how we do things here!" Bruce shouted, slicing his hand through the air for emphasis. Natasha stepped into Bruce's personal space.

"That's how I do things. I'm an assassin. I'm not in the business of mercy."

Bruce looked Natasha straight in the eyes- something he rarely did to people who kill people- and wondered if there was a shred of heart, a shred of compassion within her or if she was really cold-heart she was pretending to be. The funny thing is- Bruce could bet that Natasha was staring back at him and wondering the same thing.

The three of them headed to the Wayne Manor in heavy silence. Natasha was nothing like he expected, and Bruce expects everything. She was such a mystery box, so difficult to read that it bothered Bruce, even angered him a bit. Her past was one of the more mysterious ones; she had plenty of holes in her records. Even in the flesh, she's able to shield off any tells, to ward off any chances of deduction. Her enigmatic atmosphere was quite frustrating. As they approached the Manor, Bruce suddenly realized that feeling of frustration is probably what it's like for other people when they interact with him.

Bruce stopped in front of the house and noticed the door was opened slightly. He signaled the other two to tread quietly as they approached the stoop. Slowly, Bruce pushed open the door and stepped into the dark foyer. The lights suddenly turned on and voice called from the center of the room, "Home sweet home." Of course, Jason Todd had found the Winter Soldier.

"What is he doing here?" Natasha questioned, shoving her gun back in her holster. "He is not an Avenger, so tell me you brought him here by accident."

Bruce sighed, "No, I brought him here because his skill set is valuable."

Natasha scoffed, "Do you know how many people this guy has killed? Important people? You know he tried to kill Steve, right?"

"Who exactly is that?" chimed Peter.

"I'd like to know how many important people you've killed." Jason smirked at James, who glared in return.

"This guy is a murderer." Natasha pointed to James in response to Peter.

"Look who's talking." Bruce said in reply.

"I don't kill innocent people." Natasha said coldly.

"Bruce, you told me that you only blasted the Avengers here." Peter stated exasperatedly.

"Lesson number one: Bruce Wayne lies." Jason piped in from across the room.

"Everybody be quiet!" Bruce exclaimed infuriatingly.

The room was pen drop silent as Bruce removed his cowl and took a deep breath.

"It's 4:37 A.M. We've all had a long night. Everyone find a room and pick one to sleep in. Jason get out. I'm going to the Batcave. I'll explain everything in the morning." There was a moment of hesitation before everyone complied, wandering off into different parts of the house. Jason paused before he stepped out of the door, "Whatever you have planned here, Bruce, it's gonna fail. You're gonna get these people fucking killed. You sure you're fighting on the right side?" Jason said mockingly.

"At least I have a side, Jason." Bruce muttered over his shoulder, "What have you been up to now that all the drug dealers and cop killers are apart of One Earth, hm? Slaughtering anything that moves now?"

Jason shot a spikey, hate-filled look at his former mentor, "Fuck you, Bruce." And with that Jason left the Wayne Manor and headed back to his apartment.

Jason had no idea what he was thinking going back to that place. Of course, even when the world has gone to shit, Bruce could still manage to be an asshole. Jason sighed and plopped onto his mattress.

Jason thought back to the last time he ran into Dick. Jason was smoking in alley and Dick had shown up in of those ugly One Earth uniforms. He'd tried ordering Jason around as if he were a policeman, but Jason saw right through it and told him to cut the shit.

"Jason," he'd warned, "They're gonna kill you if you don't join up."

"They couldn't kill me if they tried." Jason had muttered.

"Jason, I'm serious." He'd said with that fucking sincere look on his face that always made Jason want to just punch him in his stupid face in.

"Fuck off, Grayson." He'd said, dismissive as always. Of course, Dick sighed and left looking like a kicked puppy.

Jason groaned and went to sleep. He dreamt that night of a navy bluebird rescuing a bruised and battered robin from drowning in the ocean. It was the first somewhat pleasant dream he'd had in weeks.

Again, sorry this took so long, as you can see it's a bit longer than the other chapters. Tell me what you think!

Translations:

*"Who are you?"

**"If you want to follow someone, try walking with lighter feet."