Guest: I wanted Ino and Hidan in the Avengers Universe

Sure.

Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. Avengers, Captain America, Iron Man, all that belong to Marvel. I think. I am not profiting from this.

Like worlds apart

He noticed three things.

The second thing Hidan noticed was he was suffocating. More accurately, drowning. In salt water. Panicking just the slightest bit from confusion, he swam to surface and desperately gasped for breath. In the distance, there was land. It was quite far, but he didn't survive for so long by lacking stamina.

It took a good thirty minutes of nonstop swimming to reach shore. There was no one else around. It was night and the air was chilly. There were buildings next to the beach. They were structures he'd never seen in his two lives.

The third thing Hidan noticed was that he had died. He died his second death, and now he breathed his third life. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about that.

As he laid on the sand, he gazed at the clouds.

The first thing Hidan noticed was that he could not sense a shred of Ino's presence.

'She'd like these clouds,' he thought.

He did not cry.

Hidan laid there for a long time. If he was still on his first life, he wouldn't have laid down at all. But he laid there, simply breathing, simply watching. Felt the air graze his nose and the sand scratch his arms.

He stood up and took inventory. He wasn't carrying much when he died, but it appeared the only things that carried over were himself and the clothes he wore. He wished he had his scythe, but he could make-do. Killing was easy, with or without a weapon.

He then took note of his chakra. It was there, perhaps a tad too faint, but still there. Nothing else had chakra. (From his time with Ino, he picked up a few skills in sensing. That's how they always found each other. He couldn't find her.)

Hidan concluded two things:

One, he was in yet another world.

Two, he was alone.

Waking up at night time was a blessing. There weren't many people out and about to question his sudden bedraggled emergence. Hidan picked a random direction and began walking. He could have stopped a passerby and asked questions. But the few who were out avoided him. That was fine with Hidan. It just meant he was someone to be feared.

He eventually decided to head toward the large building at the edge of a cliff. He wasn't sure what kind of purpose it served (quite frankly, it looked ridiculous), but the lights were on, indicating someone was potentially inside.

Whatever barriers and security measures, Hidan didn't care. He continued marching on.

(He didn't care much for his life.)

"Sir, there's someone coming toward here," a disembodied voice reported. Tony Stark was chilling. Just chilling. Not doing work or tinkering or anything. Simply chilling. And now some asshole was trespassing. He let out a heavy breath.

"Show me."

JARVIS, the voice, pulled up a live footage of the trespasser. It was some weirdo who looked like a drowned rat.

"Should I call the police?" JARVIS inquired.

"Uhh, nah. Let him come. Whatever." Perhaps making crucial decisions while inebriated was not a great idea.

Hidan finally reached the door and knocked. Ino had always told him off for barging in without knocking, calling him a thug and a ruffian. To that he'd always tell her those were the same thing and that he didn't care. At this instance, he knocked for Ino.

He waited a short moment before knocking again, harder. He was impatient. It was cold out, he was wet and sandy. He was lost, he had lost. You could say he wasn't in an ideal situation nor mood.

Tony opened the door to stand face to chest with the trespasser, possibly thief, maybe murderer. The man before him had light hair and dead eyes. Eyes that said, "Hey, I'm in a bad mood, comply else blood be shed."

"Can I help you?" Tony asked, assuming the man knew who he was and where he was.

"Where am I?" asked the man. Tony realized he assumed wrong. And he didn't like being wrong.

"Uh, my place. Thought you knew that."

The man scoffed, "I wouldn't ask if I knew."

"Riiight."

"I'm tired. I'm staying the night," the man demanded.

"Excuse me? Do you not know who I am?" The notion of someone not knowing who the Tony Stark was was both appalling and incredulous.

The stranger looked him up and down, cataloguing every single detail. Tony felt like a bacteria under a microscope. Didn't feel nice.

"No." Seriously?

"Seriously?"

"Yes," was the only answer as the man shoved Tony aside and entered the building. Without permission, of course.

"Hey! Hey hey hey hey, wait! You can't just come inside like that! JARVIS, are you seeing this?"

"Shut up."

The presumed owner of the building was obviously not happy with Hidan. But Hidan didn't care. He'd be leaving after a few hours. The owner should be grateful Hidan didn't off him on the spot.

"Okay, so you don't know who I am. And you're just gonna, what, sleep in my place?" the guy followed Hidan.

"Yes."

"Serious?! I could be some killer." Hidan turned sharply on his heels, startling the man back a couple steps.

"I should be the one you fear this night," he spoke lowly, making sure the man knew the danger he was in should he keep talking to Hidan.

"Uhh, I'm Iron Man?" That meant nothing to Hidan.

"I'm going to rest now. Shut up and don't bother me." Hidan promptly sat on Tony's clean sofa and closed his eyes, leaving Tony to stare bewildered.

"Should I alert the police now, sir?" JARVIS asked again.

"Not yet. Run a face scan."

The sun was just peeking out when Hidan opened his eyes. He'd been not-quite-sleeping for a bit longer than he planned. But that Iron guy's voice was getting louder and louder.

"-start existing out of nowhere. Are you sure you looked through all the footage?" Iron guy sounded agitated.

"Yes. None of the footages show this man entering the city within the last year." There was that voice again. Where was it coming from?

"It's- it's- just, not- oh. You're awake," Iron guy shifted his attention to Hidan. "Who are you and how did you get here?"

"None of your business," Hidan spit.

"It became my business when you forced your way in here. Who are you and how did you get here?"

"Hidan. I walked."

"JARVIS, search for a Hidan. And you, that's not what I meant. I mean, where were you before here?"

"Beach." Hidan didn't want to answer, but the guy kept pestering him for an answer, and Hidan was just, so so so tired.

"You- I- arrghghh!"

"Where's the closest flower field?" Hidan asked abruptly.

"Wha- Flower field? Why?"

"I want to go there. Where is it?" Flowers. Where Ino would want to be.

"You- Just-" Iron guy sighed. "You know what? Whatever. Whatever. Just go to town. There's gonna be a flower shop somewhere." Iron guy was resigned.

Hidan left without another word.

"Sir, I can't find a Hidan that fit the man's descriptions."

Tony clenched his head and screamed in his mind.

Tony didn't think he'd ever see that asshole ever again. But he did. In New York of all places!

"You!" Tony hissed when his eyes were graced by those fair strands of hair, those piercing cold eyes.

It was that asshole Hidan.

Hidan turned and saw that guy. That Iron guy. And turned back around to continue his way, away from Iron guy.

"Hey! Stop! I'm talking to you!"

"What's wrong with you?" a new voice asked Iron guy. Hidan had half a mind to see who it was, but he had a mission to complete.

"HEY!" A hand landed on his shoulder, forcing him to stop and turn. Of course. It was Iron guy. And another guy. And another guy behind that guy. A distinct lack of Ino. (Hidan could hope.)

"What do you want?" Hidan spit. He wasn't in the mood for any detours. He hadn't been in the mood the five months he spent in this world.

"Guys, this is that asshole that broke into my-"

"Yes, Tony. We know the story," one of the guys said.

"I thought you said you're Iron guy," Hidan remarked.

"It's Iron Man."

"Whatever. I'm busy." Hidan tried to leave, but Iron guy- right, sorry, Iron Man- had a tight grip on his shoulder.

"You're coming with me"

"Why?" three voices asked in unison.

"Because I think you're an alien.

Iron guy pulled him along to the big ugly tower. Hidan probably shouldn't have followed, but he had no lead. Nothing. There was nothing he could do other than comb the planet for any sign of her while trailing signs only she would recognize.

"I'm not an alien," he said. (He kinda was.)

"Tony, you can't just force someone to come with you while accusing them of being an alien," one of the guys said. The guy had yellow hair and blue eyes. All the wrong shades, not to mention wrong shape.

"Yes I can. I just did," Iron guy, Tony, replied childishly.

Hidan looked around. Over the five months, he was able to grow accustomed to this fancy new world full of technologies he'd never even imagine. It was a harsh transition, but he survived. (He was a survivor, just like-)

Tony's tower was packed full of technology. Even ones that Hidan could safely say was not available to anyone else in the world. Tony had access to power.

"When we met," he began. All three men's attentions zoned in on him. "You asked Jarvey to look me up."

"It's JARVIS."

"Whatever. Can you find anyone in the world with Jarvey?"

"It's- Yes. Except you apparently."

"Can you find someone for me?"

It was cold. Why was it cold? It was hot just a second ago, so why was it so cold?

Ino realized she was moving. Not voluntarily. She was being dragged. In the snow.

Ah, that's why she was so cold! She's in the snow!

It was cold. Too cold. She fell asleep.

Life in the snow wasn't too bad. Certainly, she missed Hidan and her father and all her friends, but she didn't know what was going on, so having something to do was nice. She knew she died. Hidan was there. Last she knew, he was still alive, reaching for her before…

Perhaps, she was alone in this world. That was fine. If the rest of the world was like this snowy fortress, she was glad none of her friends were there with her. It wasn't a very nice place.

She slept a lot. Not really by choice, but it was fine. The naps, as she called them, were pleasant breaks from breathing. (Going to sleep and waking up were decidedly very unpleasant, but the inbetween was nice.)

There was a man like her. He was brought in just a year after her. The man wouldn't obey their commands. He was treated very poorly.

Ino thought he was foolish. He could have avoided all those pains and troubles. If only he could pretend.

Pretend like Ino.

They didn't care for her name. That was fine. She didn't want them uttering her name with their filthy lips anyway. Those people that reminded her of that horrid man called Shimura.

They didn't deserve her name.

On rare occasions, she and the man would go on missions together. It reminded her of times when she was younger. Running through blades of grass or metal with two boys by her side.

Once, when they were waiting out the snowstorm in some forsaken forest, he turned to her and looked at her. Really looked at her.

And he said, "You remind me of someone."

"Who?"

"Someone with hair and eyes like yours."

"You remind me of someone, too."

"... Who?"

"Someone with the same gloomy face as you."

He didn't answer her. They stayed quiet the rest of their time together.

The next time she saw him, he did not remember much of her.

She pitied him.

They called him an asset. The Asset. He was called out for a mission in the country of many states. Ino had never been there and wondered if it was just as snowy. She never left the snow in this world. Was this entire world full of ice and misty breaths?

They called her. She had work to do. She had no time to think about those silly things.

She missed Hidan.

Tony, Steve, and Sam. The three men's names. They crowded around a piece of paper that Hidan had scribbled on.

"This could be literally anyone," Tony remarked.

It wasn't a good drawing of Ino, even Hidan could admit. He wasn't known for his artistic abilities.

Tony had JARVIS pull up every single match that remotely resembled a Yamanaka Ino. Hidan went through every single one and said no to all. Then Tony had JARVIS pull up every match of girls with blonde hair, blue eyes, light skin, mid twenties… Hidan denied them all.

"This is hopeless," said Sam.

Hidan rolled his eyes to the ceiling. The lights were too bright. "You said Jarvey could do anything."

"No, I didn't. I said he can do many things. Not all." Tony was offended. How dare this strange man insult his child!

"Say, who is this girl you're trying to find?" Steve, who had been quiet, spoke up.

"She's… my sister," Hidan answered after a moment of thinking. He never said it out loud before. It sounded weird. If felt nice.

"When and where did you last see her?" Steve continued to question Hidan.

Hidan didn't want to reveal his foreign nature and settled on half truths. "An island maybe. Dunno. There was ocean. We were… fighting some people. They… hurt her. And I woke up on another beach with an ugly ass house."

"I hope you're not referring to my place."

"I am."

"Son of a-"

Hidan wasn't sure how he ended up getting involved with Steve and some deadly assassin that smelled like the cold. The man invited him to run with him and Sam. Hidan accepted for a lack to things to do. He had to keep up his training at least somewhat. So he agreed.

But anyway, the how didn't matter. Hidan got involved and there wasn't much say in getting out. What a bother.

'Man… I hate this world,' Hidan thought to himself as he watched a giant thing started falling back down to earth. A giant vehicle of sorts that flew. Like the airplanes he'd see. But it looked even uglier. 'Man, this world is fucking ugly.'

He was about to turn around and leave to somewhere quiet, but he saw out of the corner of his eye a figure falling. He stared for a half second before recognizing the figure as Steve. And then another figure was falling after him. Hidan didn't know who that was.

He wanted to leave, but Steve and others had been kind to him. In his second life, he learned to pay back debts and favors, even if he didn't want to. Ino taught him that much (and Inoichi literally beat it into him).

He watched from the foliage the second figure (oh, it was that assassin) pull Steve out of the river. Then try to leave. But Hidan was a great ninja. He wouldn't just let him leave.

The Asset was apprehended by the fair haired stranger.

Ino wondered when the Asset was coming back. She was getting bored. Something had happened in the States that had everyone at the facility in such a frenzy. They didn't pay much attention to her. That was their mistake.

Ino will always be a ninja. Stealth will always be her specialty.

She was done pretending.

Hidan wasn't sure what was going on. He could piece together that Steve and Tony had history of some sort with the assassin, but not much. There was a lot of yelling that Hidan didn't care for. Sam sat next to him. Hidan suggested playing cards, to which Sam shot him an unamused look. Fine, Hidan could play by himself. He could play… pick up fifty four.

Hidan dropped the card deck to the floor. Everyone looked at him for a brief moment before continuing with whatever they were talking about. The assassin looked uncomfortable. Poor bastard. He looked at the cards and up at Hidan. Hidan didn't move. Only stared at the cards. He didn't feel like picking them up. He somehow lost a game against no one.

Instead of picking up cards, he thought he could try another shot at drawing Ino. Steve offered to draw her, but Hidan couldn't describe what she looked like. He really didn't have a way with words. Ino never had a problem with that, but Hidan realized a long time ago he couldn't only live up to Ino's standards. She had a very low bar in what was acceptable.

The Asset continued to watch the strange man while half listening to the conversation about him. The man called Hidan was drawing now. It was a shitty drawing.

But it looked strangely familiar. The way he drew the hair and that empty expression on a soulless smile…

Yes, it was…

"Zima, look at this," a whispered voice. In the snow, she used a stick to draw two figures holding hands and smiling blankly.

"It's you and me." There were hints of pride and happiness in her otherwise flat voice.

It was a shitty drawing.

"I know her," the assassin spoke for the first time since the airship. Everyone stared at him.

"What?"

"That girl you're drawing. I know her." It was as if someone had poured icy water atop his head. Hidan sat upright, eyes wide at the Asset. "She drew the same way as you."

"She's…" Hidan trailed off. Everyone was frozen in their spot, staring at the drawing.

"It's… a pretty shitty drawing, ain't it."

Ino was in Europe somewhere. The Asset wasn't exactly sure where, but the primary facility she returned to was there.

Of course, by the time they (they being Hidan, Bucky, and Steve) arrived at that place, it was long abandoned, wiped clear of any incriminating evidence.

And no trace of Ino.

But that was fine. She was close enough for Hidan to sense her chakra.

The men followed Hidan as he meandered across the tundra. She was getting closer. She knew he was there. He was getting closer.

In the snow, crouched on the ground with a stick in her hand, she looked up from her masterpiece.

And she smiled.

And his heart wept.

note: I haven't watched past Winter Soldier and I don't know much of the MCU timeline. If you don't like how this turned out, sorry but it is what it is. I enjoyed writing it, even if there's not much of a storyline. If there's a mistake or something, please message me.

Thanks for reading.