A/N: Welcome to a new story folks. Red vs Blue and Marvel fan fiction. Takes place after season 13, but Church survives and Tucker keeps the Meta suit. The Reds, Blues, and two freelancers end up in an alternate dimension. This is kind of based off my other story 'Blue Cats Red Spiders' which was a shitty story honestly. However, this story has more plot, action, and interaction. I came up with this idea in a dream, how stupid. This should be better than my shitty Spider-Man and Red vs Blue crossover. (I hope) anyways here chapter 1 to you folks and hope you enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Red vs Blue, Halo, or Marvel's superheroes! They belong to their respective owners!

Chapter 1: Why Are We Here?

In the Staff of Charon the Reds and Blues were holed up in a room, ready for the ensuing battle. One table was pushed forward towards the door, where it was being cut by the enemy troops from the other side.

"Come on! Get this door opened!" One enemy soldier barked from the other side. Sparks suddenly were coming from the door. The Reds and Blues were in formation with Tucker in the middle, holding his energy sword. To his right was Sarge, aiming his shotgun at the door to kill any sons of bitches that come from that door. To Sarge's right on one knee was Simmons, dual-wielding Type-33 Guided Munitions Launcher and aiming it at the door. To Simmon's right was Grif, holding his Type-25 Grenade Launcher or the Grifshot, positioning the weapon towards the door. To Tucker's left was Caboose, holding Freckles or the MA5D in his hands, aiming it at the door. Behind Caboose was Lopez, dual-wielding Type-55 Directed Energy Rifle with his left weapon forward and his right weapon backward, both aimed at the door. To Lopez's left was Donut, dual-wielding the M6H magnum in a similar fashion as Lopez. Finally, in front of Donut was Doc on one knee, aiming his M41 SPNKR Rocket Launcher at the door. The enemies were halfway done cutting down the door.

"So, uh, I'm getting tired from position." Grif complained as he stood there for what he felt was hours, but in actuality was two minutes. Sarge looked at Grif, then quickly aimed his shotgun at Grif.

"Don't ruin the moment fat ass." Sarge said menacingly, to which Grif nodded quickly, sweating bullets. Sarge then aimed the shotgun towards the door in his original pose. By now the door was 75% done.

"Come on! Cut it faster! Faster! Faster! Faster!" A female soldier's voice rang through from the side of the door.

"BOW CHICKA BOW WOW!" Tucker shouted at the door. Everyone in the room ever so slowly turned their head to Tucker.

"Aw come on! Don't tell me that it didn't sound wrong to you?" Tucker defended himself.

"I have to agree on Tucker, it did sound wrong from here." Simmons agreed from his position. Everyone didn't say a thing as they went back to their position, though they silently agreed. A few minutes passed by and the enemy was 85% complete.

"Are they done yet? I'm getting bored without seeing blood." O'Malley spoke up from Doc. Sarge could vouch for that as well.

"I agree with the Doctor. Do we sit here and stick thumbs up our asses or charge them? My trigger finger is itchin'." Sarge agreed. Grif was losing patience and stepped up.

"Fuck it, I'm getting bored." Grif said as he made his way up front the one door. Sarge joined Grif as well and soon everyone followed suite.

"Church, is this a good idea?" Tucker asked the AI. Church appeared next Tucker's head and looked around then turned to Tucker.

"Eh. Fuck it. They're taking too long." Church shrugged. Five seconds later the enemy finally got the door open and opened it. Charon forces were greeted by bullets, alien and human alike. The Sim troopers opened fire right as the door opened and managed to kill plenty of Charon soldiers. Charon troops had to take cover as they were losing men and women left to right. Charon forces managed to set up makeshift barricades as they took cover behind them, protecting them from harmful projectiles. The Sim troopers pushed forward slowly and the Charon troops took one step backward for every step the Reds and Blues took a step forward.

"HA! EAT SOME LEAD DIRTBAGS!" Sarge roared as he opened fire at Charon soldiers with his shotgun, successfully killing many troops.

"Nice job sir! You're the best leader!" Simmons shouted at Sarge as he fired his two needlers at enemy soldiers.

"Of course Simmons! I'm the best leader!" Sarge shouted back while firing two more shots then reloading.

"Kiss ass!" Grif shouted towards Simmons as he reloaded his Grif shot while rolling his eyes under his helmet.

"The hell!" One Charon soldier exclaimed as he saw many of his comrades fall to possibly the worst soldiers.

"Get back! Retreat! Ret—AGH!" One female Charon soldier screamed as a energy sword was driven into her chest and came back the other side, instantly killing her.

"STAB!" Tucker smirked as he pulled his energy sword out of her. Tucker then proceeded to sprint towards to the other Charon soldiers, and slashed them. Thanks to Church running the equipment in the armor, Tucker took down the soldiers with ease and the speed module helped get to one soldier to another quickly.

"Prepare to taste oblivion!" O'Malley/Doc shouted as he got down on one knee and fired one rocket towards a group of Charon soldiers, creating a fiery explosion and some limbs flying in different directions.

"I'm gonna be sick!" Doc cried as he saw various limbs hit the floor. He hasn't seen this much blood and violence in awhile.

"Shut up moron! I call the shots! True destruction! HAHAH!" O'Malley cackled with laughter as he fired another rocket to another group of soldiers, creating the previous scene. Doc closed his eyes to shield his poor innocent mind from the violence.

"Target elimin-Targe-Targe-Target elimi-Targe-Targe-Tar-Target elimin-Tar-Ta-Target eliminated." Freckles went on as he fired shots into enemy soldiers, moving on from one to the next with ease and dexterity while Caboose held on to him tight.

"Ah-ah-ah-Fr-free-freckles!" Caboose exclaimed as his voice held shakiness due to holding onto Freckles and feeling the rifle vibrate as it fired.

Donut rolled forward, literally like a retard, and got on one knee with is two pistols aiming at the enemy soldiers.

"Double-O-Donut reporting for duty." Donut said in a deep voice, attempting to sound like one of those spies. Then he squeezed both triggers on both weapons and opened fire at the Charon troops, killing many and wounded a few. One soldier gurgled as a bullet found its way into his throat and both his hands reached for his throat to stop the bleeding but he stumbled back and fell as his vision turned to black.

"SWISH" Tucker slashed at soldier's head, decapitating it as the poor soldier fell lifeless to the ground headless. Church appeared next to Tucker's head as Tucker impaled a Charon soldier with his sword.

"Don't you think that's overkill? You literally decapitated that poor guy's head." Church commented as he watched him release his sword from the dead soldier.

"Nah, these guys are assholes." Tucker replied as he dashed towards another soldier and slashed at him, successfully dismembering his arm as the soldier clutched his missing arm, screaming in agony.

"YOU FUCKER! SON OF A BITCH!" The soldier furiously yelled at Tucker while he used his only hand to clutch the missing arm. Said missing arm found its way next to Tucker's left foot, though Tucker ignored it. Blood seeped out the soldier's wound, covering his black armored hand in red blood. Then the soldier felt extreme pain and yelled out in pain, only it didn't escape his lips. The soldier looked down to where he felt the pain, his abdomen. The soldier saw a Teal hand or a Aqua hand?-and the hand holding the handle of a sword. The sword wasn't driven into him completely, allowing him to see the energy sword in the small gap. He then looked up to the one responsible for his death, then saw Tucker with a hologram of Church next to his head. He glared at Tucker under his helmet as he died. The soldier stopped thrashing around and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he heard sounds of weapons firing and some screams of pain.

Tucker removed the sword for the soldier's abdomen and turned to Church, expecting a reply to his previous comment.

"Eh, your right. Assholes." Church growled, causing Tucker to chuckle. Lopez sprayed his dual-wielded Storm Rifles at the enemy soldiers, killing many of them as they attempted to return fire but to no avail.

"Bitch." Lopez simply said in spanish as he watched his handiwork. Soon the Charon Soldier's numbers dwindled rapidly and only one remained alive. Sarge approached the remaining individual, appearing to have no ammunition.

"Any last word, dirt bag?" Sarge asked the remaining soldier who was shaking nervously. A lould gulp could be heard from the soldier.

"Well, I-" The soldier was then shot by Sarge's shotgun and all the soldier saw was darkness. Sarge waited for a moment, as he saw smoke come from the barrel of his shotgun, then lowered his weapon. Sarge approached the corpse of the dead soldier.

"I said word dirt bag, not words." Sarge simply said to the corpse and then turned around to regroup with the rest. Sarge jogged towards his team and Blue team.

"What's next Tinkerbelle?" Sarge asked as he approached the group, referring to Church. In a flash, Church appeared next to Tucker's helmet and looked at Sarge, with the rest watching.

"Now," Church said menacingly, "we visit Malcolm Hargrove." Church finished with his invisible smirk. Sarge smirked evilly under his helmet.

"What are we waiting for then?" Sarge asked everyone, "We got one more dirt bag on this ship." Sarge stated towards the others as they nod.

"The bridge should be this-" Church's sentence was cut once F.I.L.L.S interrupted.

"Director" F.I.L.L.S interrupted through the room's speakers as she mistakes Church as the director of Project Freelancer, "Mr Hargrove currently resides in the bridge with four guards. Allow me to navigate you there." F.I.L.L.S finished.

"Alright F.I.L.L.S," Church acknowledged F.I.L.L.S then turned to the rest of the group. "Alright fellas' you heard the lady." the group nodded and listened as F.I.L.L.S navigated them to the bridge. Simmons and Grif bickered like an old married couple along the way with Donut making unintentional sexual comments.

2 minutes later…

The group arrived to a door where it presumably leads to the bridge.

"Mr. Hargrove should be inside," F.I.L.L.S told the group cheerily, "Make sure you eliminate the four guards with him." She reminded the group, to acknowledge her they nodded. Tucker went up to the door and gave a mighty kick, thanks to the armor's increased strength, the kick was enough to bring down the door.

"Are we throwing a surprise party for Mr. Hargrove?" Caboose whispered to the others.

"If by surprise you mean shotgun to the face, then yes." Sarge answered Caboose, cocking his shotgun. The others silently agreed and stepped into the room. Lopez immediately saw the four guards guarding Malcolm, and he quickly dispatched the guards with disturbing ease with his two Storm Rifles, causing the Reds and Blues to turn to him and follow his line of sight. The four guard's body hit the floor with a loud 'THUD' and Malcolm was all that was left. The group slowly approached Malcolm Hargrove with their weapons trained on him. Malcolm got out of his chair he was sitting in and raised both his hands in a sign of surrender.

"It appears I have underestimated you." Malcolm stated, causing the Reds and Blues, save for Caboose, to smirk.

"Yeah, we get that a lot." Grif recalled back to the Meta, the freelancers, Tex clones, all that shit. The enemy seemed to underestimate the Sim troopers and their underestimation caused them to suffer the consequences. Caboose then got a good look at Malcolm Hargrove and was short of breath.

"Oh my god, he's so bald! His shiny head! He's like that Mr. Clean person on TV!" Caboose said dumbly, causing Malcolm to glare at him and the rest to laugh.

"Oh Caboose, that's the best joke you ever made." Church commented between laughs.

"Pfft! Mr. Clean, oh I'm dying." Simmons said, catching his breath. Some tears were formed under everyone's helmet, save for Lopez. Once everyone caught their breath they turned to Malcolm and found him glaring at them.

"Oh come on Hargrove, you gotta admit that was funny." Church snickered. His response was simply a glare directed at the group. Church shurgged and gestured to Sarge to knock out Malcolm. Sarge complied and got up in front of Malcolm and the butt of his shotgun connected with his face, knocking Maloclm unconscious. Tucker, with his new found strength, picked up Malcolm and put slung him over his shoulder.

"The ship seems to be intact," Simmons commented, before adding "Do you think we can pilot the ship to take us home?" this comment caused Epsilon to rub his nonexistent chin in thought.

"Maybe, if we want to get home faster, cause I bet the UNSC is going to take longer to get here." Church then turned to the ceiling, "F.I.L.L.S, is the slip space drive intact and available?" Church asked the ship's AI.

"One moment director." F.I.L.L.S responded. After a few moments the speaker in the room cackled to life as the others held their breath, awaiting an answer.

"It appears the drive is intact, though it will take at least 2 hours to cool down." F.I.L.L.S informed the group. The group suddenly cheered in victory.

"Finally! We get to go home! I can eat again!" Grif cheered happily causing Simmons to roll his eyes.

"Yay! Now I can bring Freckles home too! Freckles do you want to come?" Caboose turned to his rifle and asked. The rifle/Freckles responded a few moments later, "Yes, Captain Caboose." then Caboose suddenly jumped with excitement.

"Finally! Now I can do paperwork at Red Base and manage the base!" Simmons oddly cheered, causing the group to turn their heads slowly towards him. Simmons noticed this, "What I find it entertaining. It also keeps 95% of our team organized as well and-"

"Shut the fuck up Simmons." Grif harshly cut in.

"Organization is a key factor to our team's-" Simmons continued but was stopped by Grif's orange armored hand in front of his face or helmet.

"Just—don't Simmons." Grif sighed as he didn't want Simmons to ruin the thought of going home.

"Alright guys, I'll contact Carolina and Wash and see if they're almost here." Church began to contact Carolina. "Carolina? You there?" Church asked through the radio.

"I'm right here Church, Wash and I along with Simmon's, Girf's, Caboose's, and Tucker's 'elite' team is on a pelican. We have visual on the ship, could you open the hangar bay?" Carolina requested Church. Church then muted himself for a moment and looked up at the ceiling.

"F.I.L.L.S?" Church called out to F.I.L.L.S.

"Yes director?" She instantly responded to Church or what she thinks is the director.

"Could you open the hangar bay?" Church requested.

"Certainly." F.I.L.L.S happily responded. After a few moments Church heard his radio cackle.

"Thanks Church, we'll be there in 3." Carolina told Church and disconnected. Once Church was sure the radio line had been disconnected he turned to the Reds and Blues chatting amongst themselves about what they would do when they got home.

"Once we get back to Blood Gulch, you dirt bags" Sarge pointed to Simmons, Grif, and Donut, "will be running training exercises so we can combat the blues!" Sarge cheerfully told them, causing Simmons and Grif to groan.

"But Sarge-" Grif pleadingly said only to be cut off but Sarge's shotgun barrel in his face.

"No 'buts' Private Dexter Grif." Sarge said threatingly before moving his shotgun away from Grif's face. "Anyone else disagree?" Sarge questioned his team, receiving no comments and such. "Good." The reds unintentionally heard Tucker talking to Caboose.

"...When we get to Blood Gulch, if Sister's there I'm gonna pound her until there's no tomorrow." Tucker told Caboose of what he's going to do to Grif's sister once he got there. Unfortunately, Girf heard that and was furious of what Tucker was planning to do to his little sister.

"WHAT?!" Grif roared as he stomped his way over to Tucker. Once he got close enough he was clearly infuriated by what Tucker said.

"You gonna fuck my sister?! I thought your married already to that alien who fucked you and you gave birth to your terrible excuse you call a child!" Grif fumed at Tucker.

"I was sleeping when I the alien fucked me! Your a terrible excuse for a teammate!" Tucker shot back at Grif.

"Why you little-"

"Cut the shit!" Church shouted towards the two arguing. Grif begrudgingly backed off but not without grumbling harsh words under his breath. "Alright Carolina just arrived in the hangar bay with your super 'elite' team. So lets move!" Church ordered the group. Tucker went and picked up the body of Malcolm Hargrove and went towards the hangar.

With Carolina and Washington…

Carolina, Wash, Emily, Palomo, Bitters, Jensen, and Andersmith dismounted the Pelican. Carolina was first to spot four Charon soldiers and made quick work of them.

"Alright, we're going to hold this position and wait for the rest. Check your gear and be prepared for everything." Carolina ordered the rest of the group and they complied, checking their weapons, grenades, etc. Washington took a good look around the humungous hangar and saw possibly over 20 Pelicans, 6 Long-Swords, 6 Short-Swords, 15 Falcons, 8 Vultures, 15 Sparrow-Hawks, and 15 Hornets. Andersmith gave a low whistle once he looked around the hangar.

"For a hangar, this is huge." Andersmith commented as he looked at the various vehicles stored in the hangar.

"I know right!" Palomo agrred then quickly added, "Its like 5 times the size of a Grifball arena—no wait scratch that—ten or even twenty times!"

"If we could remove all the vehicles in the way then I can test drive some vehicles." Jensen spoke up with her lisp. The team looked to each other then back to Jensen.

"NO!" They all said in unison. They recalled how Jensen drives like a Teenager and Grandmother somehow combined and also blind.

"Fine..." Jensen sighed in disappointment.

"HEY GUYS!" A voice shouted. The group turned their attention to the source of the familiar voice. Out came the Reds in Blues from the door with Tucker holding Malcolm Hargrove, though his armor isn't aqua or teal or whatever anymore. The armor converted back to the original's color, white and orange, to conserve power. Once Carolina and Wash got a good look at the armor they were shocked.

"MAINE!?/META!?" Carolina and Wash exclaimed in surprise. Once the Reds and Blues finally approached Carolina's group, Tucker stepped in front of the other Reds and Blues.

"Nah, its me, Tucker? You know? The womanizer? Chick magnet?" Tucker listed off his own description of himself.

"You wish..." Grif muttered, though Tucker didn't hear it, the rest did as they chuckled at the true fact.

"Tucker? Why are you wearing..." Carolina trailed off as she didn't want to say the name of a deceased Freelancer. Church appeared on Tucker's shoulder, sitting on it with his legs swinging back and forth in a comical fashion.

"Well, let's just say Malcolm Hargrove retrieved the armor and was testing it, though I was able to access it and had Tucker put it on to fight off Charon's forces on the ship, which I might add, did in a brutal and bad-ass way." Church complimented on the Red's and Blue's victory over an army of Charon forces.

"Damn right." Sarge added and the rest agreed to that with a nod. Tucker forgot about the unconscious Mr. Clean on his shoulder so he roughly tossed him in front of the Freelancer's and the New Republic team.

"Uhh, who's the bald guy?" Palomo asks the Reds and Blues.

"Malcolm Hargrove." Carolina and Washington growled at the unconscious form of the cause of all their problems.

"Oooh! So it's that guy." Bitters realized that it was the leader of the Space pirates. Bitters promptly lifts his hand out and flips off at Malcolm Hargrove. "Fuck you, Mr. Clean wannabe." It caused the Reds and Blues to laugh out loud, save for Caboose since he doesn't understand it but he gives a fake laugh to join in. The Freelancers chuckle at the joke and Washington promptly picks up the corpse of Malcolm Hargrove and throws him inside it.

"Carolina, we may have a faster way of getting home." Church stated, gathering an interested Carolina.

"How so?" She asks as she thought they could wait for the UNSC to arrive.

"Well, the ship seems to be intact and in one peace, though the Slipspace drive is cooling down so it should be ready in two hours. That way we don't have to wait for the slow ass UNSC." Church told Carolina as he knew that this plan would get them home faster than the UNSC can.

"But we don't have any pilots." Carolina pointed out but Epsilon already had an answer for that.

"Simple," Church then clears his throat, "F.I.L.L.S?" Church calls out.

"Yes director?" F.I.L.L.S replies, eager to assist her old master or whatever. Her sudden voice shocks both Carolina and Wash.

"F.I.L.L.S? Is that you?" Carolina asks, once again shocked.

"Agent Carolina," F.I.L.L.S greets happily, "It is great to see you again."

"Likewise F.I.L.L.S." Carolina replied cheerfully, something that rarely occurs. The others look surprised at how cheerfully Carolina sounded.

"Hey F.I.L.L.S." Washington simply says.

"Hello Agent Washington. Have things been good for you?"

"As good as they'll ever get." Washington replied to F.I.L.L.S's 'concern'

"I take it F.I.L.L.S can pilot the ship, correct?" Carolina inquired.

"I believe so Carolina. We should go back to Chorus and say our goodbyes." Church told Carolina. She nodded and then turned to look at the Reds and Blues and the New Republic team conversing with one another.

"Alright! Listen up!" Carolina bellowed, cutting off any conversation that was taking place, "Get inside the Pelican, we're going back to Chorus and drop Hargrove off and say goodbye." Carolina ordered them.

"Goodbye?" Jensen asked, suddenly becoming worried.

"We have a faster way of going back home." Carolina simply said. Before Church forgot he called out to F.I.L.L.S once more.

"F.I.L.L.S?" Church called out.

"Yes director?" F.I.L.L.S responded.

"Could you wipe out any Charon personnel left on the ship?" Church asked so that they didn't have to do a sweep across the ship to find any surviving Charon personnel.

"Certainly, activating turrets and engaging Charon personnel."

The Reds, Blues, and four of the New Republic soldiers mount up inside the Pelican and buckle up. Simmons had the honor of buckling up Malcolm Hargrove, still unconscious. Once the Freelancers got in, Carolina took the pilot's seat while Washington sat Co-pilot. They maneuvered the Pelican to exit the hangar bay and made their way back to Chorus. F.I.L.L.S finished eliminating all Charon personnel, though she didn't detect one person camouflaged in the ship...

30 minutes later…

The Reds, Blues, and two Freelancer's found themselves inside the shared New Republic and Federal Army mess-hall. They conversed with multiple soldiers of both sides with their armor and helmet still on. They got to know a few of them and had a great time. With every soldier they conversed with they told them that they were leaving, causing the soldiers to become somewhat disappointed but they could understand as this was not their home. Grif, though, gathered a crowd as he told them the story of how he fought Tex.

"...And then Tex was beating the shit out of me and she had me on the ground." Grif paused for dramtic effect, "Then she did the unthinkable." He told the crowd in a hushed voice, astonishing them. Murmurs were heard in the crowd and then Grif continued. "She punched my balls REALLY hard." Grif finished and could see, even with their helmets on, that they all cringed.

"Did it hurt?" One asked

"Jesus!" Another exclaimed.

"God have mercy one you." Another sympathized with him.

Grif continued on with his over-exaggerated story. "But the thing his," He leaned closer to the crowd, "It didn't hurt, not one bit. I got balls of steel." Grif proudly told them, and to his amusement, believed him. That wasn't true. His balls ached ever since that incident.

"Wow, so hot..." One female Republic soldier spoke with awe and lust.

"Damn, your lucky." One male Federal soldier said.

"Wow." One male republic soldier breathed.

Simmons came up to see what the commotion was about and to his frustration it was Grif. "Grif, what the fuck are you doing?" Simmons shouted to Grif. Grif turned from the crowd to Simmons in his Maroon armor.

"Telling them the story about Tex." Grif answered him as he posed heroically for the crowd.

"Which one? The one in blood gulch? Or the one where she gave hell to your balls?" Simmons asked Grif, curious to know what story he shared with the soldiers.

"The one where she punched my balls." Grif told Simmons which story he was sharing to the soldiers. Then a voice broke off any conversation between Grif and Simmons.

"Yo!" a voice shouted towards Grif and Simmons. They both looked at the source of the voice, Tucker at the door of the mess-hall. "Come on guys! In Vannessa's office or whatever!" Tucker ordered them to come with him. Grif and Simmons looked at each other then shrugged. Grif turned to his gathered crowd and spoke to them.

"Sorry guys, I'm afraid we'll have to put this story on hold for now." Grif told them as he began to walk with Simmons to Tucker. He could hear the groans of disappointment and smirked in his helmet. Simmons and Grif followed Tucker into the War room. Once they got there they found everyone else there with Vanessa Kimball.

"Tucker, Simmons, Grif." Kimball acknowledged them and the three nodded in turn and took their place next to their comrades.

"I believe in 1 hour and 30 minutes you will be leaving Chorus, correct?" Kimball inquired to the eleven greatest anomalies in her life, the Reds, Blues, and the two Freelancer's.

"You heard correct Kimball." Carolina answered solemnly, she made great allies on this planet. Kimball nods in understanding.

"I understand. This isn't your home and you wish to go back to your home." Kimball understood. Why stay if it isn't your home?

"Yes, it was fun to hang out with Emily." Doc piped up, recalling the good times he spent with Emily.

"Too bad she didn't finish my robot arm." Sarge added, disappointed that he never got his robot arm since no one was willing to volunteer to test it.

"I had a blast with these guys." Grif honestly said, it was nice to hang out with people who suck like you. Sarge, Donut, Tucker, and Simmons agreed to that.

"Atleast I got to hang out with people who are more intelligent than you morons." Lopez said, confident that they wouldn't understand him and he was correct.

Wash took a look around the room and noted the few men who were here. "I'm going to miss training these guys. They were actually fun to hang out with." Wash admitted. It was nice to train these soldiers and hang out with them. It felt nice to be respected too.

"Oh yeah, it was fun. Really fun." Caboose piped in, recalling the good times he had here, if he could remember them.

"I'm gonna miss this place." Donut told the others and they silently agreed with him. Vanessa stepped up and held her hand out for them all to shake.

"I speak for every one here including the Federal soldiers that we thank you." Kimball told them as she held out her hand. Carolina was the first to grasp her hand and shake it.

"It's no big deal." Carolina told her and she released her hand.

Then Sarge came up to shake her hand. "I'm gonna miss kicking their pirate ass with you guys."

Doc/O'Malley went up and shook her hand, "It was nice working with you all." Doc said cheerily, "Yes, it was most pleasurable to kill our enemies beside you and your men." O'Malley said enthusiastically.

Donut came up and grasped her hand, "You can always count on Agent Double-O-Donut." Donut told her. The others face palmed at that.

After Donut, Simmons stepped up and shook her hand, "It was very nice working with you, and might I say your tactics are flawless." Simmons complimented.

"Kiss ass!" Grif spoke to Simmons. Simmons turned around and gave Grif a glare under his helmet, one Grif could not see. Kimball chuckled at the scene before her. 'They were right. Grif and Simmons really bicker like an old married couple. Could they be…?' Kimball's thoughts trailed off into strange territory. She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts.

Washington came up and gave a pleasant handshake, "It was nice working alongside you and your men Kimball. I hope you all stay safe. Malcolm Hargrove is yours to watch so the UNSC can pick him up." Washington told Kimball and she nodded in appreciation.

"Likewise, Agent Washington."

Tucker came up and gave a handshake. "You do those diary entries or journal entries or whatever to relieve stress, right?" Tucker questioned Kimball. She cocked her head in confusion but nonetheless gave an answer.

"Uh-huh." Kimball nodded, confused as to why he would ask that. Tucker smirked under his new helmet.

"Oh okay. Listen, if you need some stress relief," Tucker started, a mischievous smirk under his helmet, "My door is always open." Tucker finished. Tucker was smacked in the head by Carolina. "OW!" Tucker exclaimed as he rubbed the back part of his helmeted head. Kimball was slightly blushing under her helmet by his comment. She regained her composure and answered back.

"Okay, whatever." She seemingly brushed off his comment, though in actuality she was actuality considering it. Tucker nodded and stepped back.

Surprisingly, Caboose stepped up and gave his hand to Kimball. "It was nice working with you Ms. Republic." Caboose cheerfully told her. Kimball snapped out of her surprised state and shook his hand.

Lopez stepped up and shook her hand. "I will truly miss this place." Lopez admitted, though no one understood him.

Church stepped up, though in his hologram state he can't physically shake a hand but words should suffice. "I can't shake your hand, but I really am going to miss this place. It was nice hanging out with you and the Feds. I wish you best of luck." Church told her and she nodded.

Finally, Grif stepped up and stood there doing nothing. "So...I'm supposed to do what exactly?" Grif asked as he turned to look at his comrades.

"You shake her hand you big orange dirt bag." Sarge told him harshly.

"So do I go like this," Grif moved his hand up and down, grasping an invisble hand, "Or like this." then Grif furiously shakes his hand side to side and up and down. The Project Freelancer personnel sighed as they face palmed.

"Just go with the first on Grif." Simmons told him and Grif shrugged. He turned back to Kimball and shook her hand, unfamiliar with the gesture. He let go and stepped back next to Donut.

Kimball felt her hand greasy from the handshake and chose to ask, "Why is my hand greasy?" Kimball asks and the group only responded by pointing to Grif. She chuckled at their actions. "Well you guys should get going and spend the next 1 hour and 30 minutes here with the soldiers before you go." Kimball told them and they nodded.

So the next 1 hour and 30 minutes the Reds, Blues, and Freelancers spent time chatting and hanging around with the soldiers of both the Federal Army and New Republic. Grif shared stories of his adventures, though they were overly exaggerated. Simmons did what Simmons did, which is be awkward. Donut made himself look gay by talking what gay people talk about. Sarge chatted with Sergeants of the New Republic and Federal Army. Carolina and Wash chatted with a few soldiers of both factions. Tucker flirted with the woman and they flirted back since he's so bad ass and cool in their opinion. Caboose talked with Andersmith, who admired him out of all the Reds and Blues. Doc spent time with Emily Grey. Epsilon chatted with the soldiers in his hologram form. Once Church was informed by F.I.L.L.S that the slipspace drive completed its cool down they said their goodbyes and bid farewell. The soldiers and Kimball were left to rebuild Chorus into a peaceful planet where there was no war.

On the Staff of Charon…

The Reds, Blues, and two Freelancers made their way towards the bridge. It took time to clean the bodies of the deceased Charon soldiers and place them to float in space. Unknown to them, they were being watched by an unknown figure who was currently active camouflaged.

Once the crew entered the bridge they saw Epsilon on the hole-terminal. F.I.L.L.S filled them in on the various weapons and vehicles aboard the ship as they were ready for war. Almost every vehicle in the UNSC and Covenant used in the Human-Covenant war were on-board the ship. The original crew, Malcolm, was preparing to bring everything to Chorus.

"F.I.L.L.S?" Church called out to the ship's AI.

"Yes director?" F.I.L.L.S responded to Epsilon.

"Take us to Earth, we need to tell the UNSC about Malcolm and provide them the files and weapons and vehicles from the planet." Church told the AI. It took a long time but with the help of Chorus's Pelicans they managed to bring in a couple of the vehicles from the planet on the ship along with many of the alien weapons.

"Yes Director." F.I.L.L.S complied. Unknown to F.I.L.L.S and the crew, the slipspace drive had an error and could cause a problem and went unnoticed by F.I.L.L.S. The ship entered slipspace for 30 minutes as the crew found ways to pass the time by playing UNO, Goldfish, and Cards. Donut suggested Druth or Dare and Spin the bottle but they were instantly shot down.

"Director, we have arrived." F.I.L.L.S informed the crew. The crew got out and looked outside of the window, showing Earth. Though what confused the Freelancers and Church, only them, is that the UNSC Defense platforms and ships were not around Earth.

"Somethings not right..." Church uttered as he observed Earth.

"Oh god I missed Earth so much! I haven't seen it since my time in the ODST." Sarge told them. Everyone looked at him, shocked that he served in the ODSTs. (A/N: Made Sarge serve as an ODST in the past. Also slipspace anomaly is so cliché I know. Sorry.)

"Sarge? You served in the ODSTs?" Church asked Sarge, surprised by the revelation.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Drop from high orbit and feet first into hell." Sarge chuckled. An idea sprang into his mind. "Hey Tinkerbell?" Sarge asked using Church's nickname.

"Yeah Sarge?" Church responded, still gazing at Earth.

"Is there any ODST pods in this ship by any chance?" Sarge asked, curious to know as its been awhile since he saw a pod's exterior and interior.

"Okay... F.I.L.L.S?" Church called out to the AI.

"Yes director?" F.I.L.L.S responded, always eager to follow his command.

"Are there any HEV or ODST pods in this ship?" Church asked, also curious to know as well.

"One moment director." F.I.L.L.S then clicked off to check and clicked back in 5 seconds later, "Yes there are director. There are plenty of them on the ship."

Sarge broke into a huge smile, "Well, when the time is right, I wanna hop into one and ride feet first into hell." Sarge said eagerly and excited.

"I don't understand..." Washington said all of the sudden.

"What's to understand Agent Washington? He served in the UNSC." O'Malley told Wash. Wash shook his head.

"No not that, this isn't right. Earth would have orbital defense platforms and ships. But I don't see any of them." Wash explained the UNSC orbital defense platforms and UNSC ships patrolling Earth. The rest turned their gazes towards Earth and Sarge exclaimed.

"What the?! How? They should be there!" Sarge, clearly alarmed by the fact that there wasn't any UNSC defense platforms.

"Hold up guys, I'm accessing data on Earth." Church suddenly spoke up and disappeared. A few moments later he came back.

"What's the situation Church?" Carolina asked Church, though he didn't look at her.

"Oh no..." Church whispered, sounding something was up.

"What is it?" Simmons spoke up, confused and worried.

"We have a problem." Church told them in full seriousness.

"Explain." Carolina simply ordered. Church nodded and proceeded to show a couple of picture of people wearing costumes and spandex fighting other people in other spandex. One particular picture interested Tucker immensely, showing an attractive blonde wearing clothing that could distract men and floating.

"Uh, what are these?" Grif asked as he viewed the pictures.

"*sigh* These are superheroes." Church said plainly. Church noticed Tucker staring at one particular picture. Church follows his gaze and shouldn't be surprised.

"You're kidding, right?" Washington asked hoping it was a joke played by Church.

"I wish I was joking." Church sighed. Superheroes and Super-Villains would never exist. If this Earth had superheroes then there's only one explanation. Alternate realities, a theory in the UNSC science department. Grif, Simmons, and Sarge noticed Tucker staring at an image for awhile and follow his line of sight. What they saw shocked them.

"Woah, is that chick floating?" Grif asked Church while viewing the picture of a woman in an outfit that showed off her body for the world to see.

"Yes she is, She's Ms. Marvel, a member of the Avengers, from what I can gather right now. In order to gather more information I need a day or two. I'm not a full AI so it should take the latter." Church told them.

"Uh, Avengers? Sounds like a geek club." Grif commented on the name.

"It isn't a club, it's a superhero team from what I can gather." Church then looked over to Tucker, still staring at Ms. Marvel. 'Should have expected that' Church thought.

'Oh man...' Tucker groaned internally, 'Oh man, its getting tight in the crotch alright' Tucker thought as he felt his crotch get tighter thanks to the Meta armor.

Carolina viewed over one of the pictures and to say she was shocked was the understatement. Her being shocked would be a VERY rare occurrence for her. She looked over one image, a man in a red and blue spandex suit with a spider emblem on his chest with a mask with two blank white pieces. 'The outfit is very colorful' Carolina noticed the colors on the costume.

"Epsilon, who's this?" Carolina spoke as she pointed her finger at the red and blue spandex man swinging on what appears to be a web line.

"That's Spider-Man, I believe. Swings from building to building using his trademark web-shooters, yeah." Church answered while he looked at the image. 'Not a very creative name though.' Church thought.

'Should have expected that name. Spider-Man.' Carolina thought. She turned to look at the rest of the crew and Tucker stood out the most, standing there in the aqua colored Meta armor. She noticed him staring at one particular image and she looked over what he was looking at. 'Should have expected that too.' She saw Ms. Marvel, as Church called her, floating wearing clothing that showed her figure well.

"Church, I need this image downloaded onto my armor or any computer on this ship." Tucker ordered Church in full seriousness. He had enough at staring at the image and decided to save it for later. Church looked at him with his head cocked.

"Nope." Church simply told Tucker.

"I serious Church, download this picture for me." Tucker once again ordered Church but to no avail.

"No, Tucker. You'll get it tomorrow. I gotta work overtime on gathering data. See ya in one or two days." Church bid farewell before he disappeared to gather more information on this Earth.

"Well, superheroes exist. Never thought that would happen." O'Malley grumbled as he made his way out and into his room.

"I need a drink." Sarge simply said and turned to the others, "Anyone else want a drink. I need to clear my head of what I just saw."

Wash also needed to clear his mind of what he just saw. 'Superheroes...As if...Still. Now I have to accept the fact that superheroes exist.' Wash groaned internally at the thought of accepting superheroes. "Eh, what the hell. I'm having a headache thinking about superheroes." Wash resisted the urge to rub his temples at the thought of superheroes. Wash, Sarge, and Grif left, leaving Caboose, Donut, Simmons, and Lopez to do chat. Unfortunately for Lopez, he couldn't speak to them due to his language.

"Superheroes…unbelievable." Simmons uttered. Lopez was at a lost of words at seeing superheroes. Superheroes would be the last thing on his mind. Lopez went into sleep mode to draw out the sounds of Caboose and Donut talking about something about cake and muffins. Simmons just continued to view the images Epsilon left out. He saw a man with a red white a blue uniform with a white star on his chest holding a shield with Red and White and a white Star in the middle with blue. Next he saw a man hovering in very advanced armor with the colors red and gold. He then saw a green looking beast causing considerable damage. Simmons sighed as he turned around and made his way to his room.

Once again, unknown to everyone, one lone figure heard it all and the thought of superheroes baffled the figure. The lone figure engaged his active camouflage and disappeared. Everyone on the ship had the same thought. 'Why are we here?'

A/N: End of chapter 1. If you want pairings you could suggest them with a PM or a review. Although I need your opinion on this story so far. I want you all to enjoy the story. I'm still new to writing stories so I may be bad. Hope you enjoyed and review, favorite, and follow. (cringe) This story won't be updated frequently along with my other stories due to school and stuff so there will be delays. Just sit tight and tune in. Share your thoughts and ideas on this story.