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Steve could see the light.

It was so close he could almost touch it. He could almost see Peggy and Bucky, along with all his other friends- Jim, Alan, Jay, Ted, Amaya, Kent even the less happier Namor were all smiling, waiting for him to come.

And then they disappeared.

He could feel his eyes were closed, and slowly he opened them. He was lying upon a bed. In front of him was a person standing in front of him. He had his back to Steve, and he was talking into some sort of strange, small rectangular device in his hand. He was speaking English.

As his vision cleared, Steve could make out the details of the mysterious person's costume. He had brown hair and wore a uniform with alternating colors of green and black. His boots were green while his gloves appeared to be white. His left hand held the strange device while his right hand had a ring on it that Steve could barely make out. A very familiar green ring.

Panic seized him for a second, as he wondered why this man had a ring like Alan.

If he was speaking English and not German, then that ruled out Nazis. But then what?

For now, he chose to listen.

"... so everything went okay over there with Iris?" the man spoke. "Nice, man. Yeah, after I'm done watching the old fossil I'll join up with you- oh crap! I told John and Sam that I'd be meeting them at the pub later today. Sorry. I'll see you at the meeting on Thursday, right?"

Steve suddenly let out an involuntary groan and the man in front of him whirled.

He saw a face covered partially by a green domino mask, as well as a lantern symbol on his chest, and he was reminded of Alan. The face of the green-costumed man contorted in shock.

"Jesus!" he cried out. "Captain America! You're awake! Oh man…" he shook himself and looked back at Steve. "I'm Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern of Sector 2814."

Sector 2814? What the hell did that mean? What he knew for sure was that this Hal was now the Green Lantern, so what happened to Alan? Did this man kill him?

Jordan placed his fingers on a strange black object in his ear and spoke, "This is Hal Jordan to the Justice Legion. Captain America's awake, I repeat, Captain America's awake."

"Green Lantern?" Steve muttered, causing Hal to jump slightly and look at him. "You're Green Lantern?"

"Uh, yeah," Hal said, like it was obvious.

"What did you do with Alan Scott?!" Captain America roared, sitting upright. "Did you kill him?!"

Hal backed away, his arms held up. "Now just hold on a minute, Cap, let me explain!"

Steve calmed down slightly, and Hal lowered his hands. "Look, the world you've woken up to is very different than the one you're used to. You're in New York. We want to help you; you were frozen for a long time. Now," he stepped closer slightly. "About Alan Scott. I didn't kill him, but I've never met him either."

Hal was now close enough that Steve was able to throw a punch right into Hal's nose. As the "Lantern" yelped in pain Steve shoved him against the wall.

"Liar," Steve spat. This man had surely killed Alan and taken his role in some sick gesture.

Hal created a rope with his ring, using it to grab Steve's arms. Captain America responded by maneuvering himself off the nearby bed in such a way that his foot collided with Hal's face again.

"AGGH! C'MON!" Hal screamed in agony.

As Hal clutched his nose, Steve ran out the door to see several doctors in the hallway. Many of them had lab coats on, and a couple of them were carrying large, flat, black tablets in their hands, tapping away at them. All of the doctors looked up to stare at Steve.

"Mr. Rogers?" a woman with her hair in a ponytail asked.

He didn't respond, his eyes snapping to another doctor pushing in an object on a cart. It was his trusty shield, and it looked as good as ever. At least one thing was familiar.

He ran, his enhanced legs allowing him to cross the distance quickly. He grabbed the shield from the cart and descended down a nearby stairwell, soon finding himself in a lobby. Other doctors mulled about, but there were also what looked like police officers. The officers turned to look at him, and slowly drew their firearms. "Sir, please drop the, uh, shield and put your hands up," they said, pointing their guns at him.

Steve didn't like this one bit. He slowly lowered his shield before suddenly throwing it at one of the officers, a portly white man with a mustache. The shield smacked into his face, sending him down. The other one, a younger Spanish-looking man, shakily aimed his gun at the legendary hero.

"You don't want to do that, son," he said, before turning and running towards the doors.

He was stopped when something came out of the floor and stopped before him. It was a man with a bald head and green skin, with red eyes and a strange costume which consisted of blue armor and a blue cape, as well as a red "X" in the center.

The man spoke in a calm, deep timbre to Steve. "Please, Captain, stop. We are trying to help you. We-"

Steve didn't want to hear anymore. He threw his shield at the green thing and was shocked when the shield went right through the man.

"Please," the green man said again. "We mean you no harm. Just-"

Once more, Steve ignored it and surprised the green creature by running forward at full speed. The green man barely had time to react before Steve barreled through him, going through the green man as if he were nothing more than smoke and mirrors.

He finally reached the door and, stopping to scoop his shield up, slammed it open and ran into the sunlight, pausing to shield his eyes.

What he saw was what looked like Manhattan- but it looked so different, like something out of those science-fiction novels Jay had told him about. There were cars bustling up and down the street, but they looked so much different than the cars he was used to. Men and women walked around too, wearing blue pants and shirts and shoes of all different colors, a far cry from what clothes he used to wear back in Brooklyn. Many of them carried the same strange rectangular devices that Jordan had carried, and a dozen or so were pointing them in his direction, flashes coming from the objects made him wince.

He heard footsteps and saw Hal walk outside and stand next to him. "Before you ask anything folks, this is, indeed, the real Captain America!" he put a gloved hand over his nose before adding, "and he hits like a train, believe me!"

The civilians "ooh'd" and "aah'd" as they continued using their devices.

Hal looked up and grinned. "The cavalry has arrived."

Steve looked up into the sky and saw four figures descending towards him: two men, a woman and some sort of metal thing.

The first man had some sort of black armor on with blue-white circles on it. He held a hammer in his muscular hand, and he had a helmet on with little wing tips on the ends. He had strong features, a bit of stubble, and long blonde hair.

The woman had dark hair and wore a red and gold breast plate, the upper golden parts forming double "w"s, as well as a blue skirt that segmented into pieces of armor. She also wore red-gold boots and had a sword on her back, as well as silver bracelets on her arms. Finally, she had a golden tiara on her forehead.

The metal figure looked humanoid- it looked like a highly-advanced set of armor. It was mainly red with bits of gold here and there, along with a bright-lit circle in the middle of its chest. Its "face" was golden with slits for "eyes" as well as what looked like a mouth.

The final figure was a muscular man wearing a costume that looked like pajamas. The costume was mostly blue with red tights and a yellow belt. He had red boots but kept his hands bare. His hair was styled in a spit curl and he smiled at Cap. What Cap was drawn to was the symbol on his chest: an upside down triangle with yellow on the inside, as well as a stylized red "S" in the center.

As the four stared at Cap, the S man in particular smiling, he could only look back in utter confusion.

Steve admired the interior of the so called "Hall of Justice", a building on 505 5th Avenue. From the exterior, it almost looked like the establishment was a half-circle. According to the others, this was the base of operations of the "Justice Legion". Or one of them, anyways.

He turned to the others as they walked with him. The S Man was nicknamed Superman, AKA Clark Kent. He was supposedly the Last Son of a planet called "Krypton".

The woman was named Wonder Woman, or as she called herself to the world, Diana Prince. She came from an island named Themyscira, where women were the dominant species and men were forbidden. She referred to herself as an Amazon, which slightly confused Steve.

The man with the hammer was named Thor- he was the god of thunder. Steve had a particular time believing that, especially when he said his father was Odin. Steve had heard those names before in his youth, but they were nothing more than myths back then.

The armored figure was actually a man- billionaire Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries and the self-proclaimed "Iron Man". The armor he wore was a highly advanced weapon- essentially a miniature fortress for one man.

Finally, the green skinned man was J'onn J'onzz, AKA Martian Manhunter. He was a genuine martian, the last of his kind. Superman told Steve that they had met the martian a year after they initially became a team, when he had warned them of an incoming invasion and subsequent war. Afterwards, they had accepted J'onn into their ranks.

He had already met Hal, who he apologized to for punching him in his nose. The Lantern waved it off, claiming it was an "honor to be hit by Captain America".

Clark had told him that they weren't the only members of the Justice Legion, and that they weren't the only heroes around. He mentioned a "Fantastic Four" and a group of magic users, but he didn't elaborate, saying that he wanted Steve to get used to his surroundings first.

Steve turned to Clark. "So this is the 21st century?" he was still baffled as to how he had ended up seventy years into the future.

"Yup," Clark replied. "It's the year 2015."

"2015…" Steve muttered. "A lot certainly changed in seventy years. Everyone's carrying those devices now, and wearing different clothing. Even the cars look advanced."

"Those are smart-phones," Tony said cheerfully. "They're quite amazing. You can call people, watch videos, play games, message your friends, and browse the internet on them!"

"The internet?" Steve repeated. Already there were more foreign terms that he would have to learn.

J'onn laid a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "Do not worry Captain," he reassured. "We will help you in adjusting into the modern world."

"Aye." Thor agreed. "There are many wonderful things that you can find in this world today. It truly is a great time to live!"

"I have to agree with that," Diana said, smiling. "Believe me, Captain, not too long ago I was in a similar situation that you find yourself in. You will get used to this world."

Cap grimaced slightly. "Uh huh." they all walked into the main room of the Hall, where a large table sat in the center, ten seats neatly surrounding it. There were various monitors and other advanced equipment throughout the room, and several figures stood in the room: an ordinary looking man with glasses writing something in a notebook, a man in a red-and-gold costume with a lightning bolt in the center and a white cape talking with a blonde woman with a red & blue outfit with a star symbol in the center of her chest, and an African-American man in silver, futuristic armor typing away at a keyboard.

"Cap," Clark began, gesturing to the others, "I'd like you to meet some of our other members."

"This is Bruce Banner, genius nuclear physicist and the Hulk." the man with the glasses, presumably Banner, walked up to Steve and shook his hand. "It's an honor to meet you, Captain."

"Nice to meet you," Steve greeted. "Why do they call you the Hulk?"

"Well, I tend to turn into a giant monster when I'm angry."

"Really?" Steve asked. "And only when you get angry?"

Banner shrugged. "That's the most reliable way so far, but honestly I'd rather not test its limits right now."

Hal pointed to the robotic human working at the machine, who finished typing something and turned to walk towards them. "This here's Victor Stone, but the public calls him Cyborg." Victor extended his hand to shake the Captain's, who shook it firmly. The metal was both cool and warm to his hand.

"He's basically got an entire computer inside of him. He can hack into nearly any piece of technology and repurpose it for anything," Hal continued. Steve smiled. "Maybe you can help me with all of this new tech that I need to get the hang of?"

Victor smiled back. "I'd be glad to, Captain."

Tony walked over and grabbed Victor by the shoulder, whispering into his ear. The two walked off, and Thor gestured to the other two members. "These are our newest recruits: Shazam and Captain Marvel!"

The man with the cape and the lightning bolt stepped forward and grinned, lifting his fist up. "Hey, Captain America!" he suddenly dropped the fist. "Oh, should I shake your hand or are you fine with the fist bump?"

The woman came up from behind and smacked him in the head. "Oh, quit fooling around, Billy." She turned to Steve and smiled. "It's an honor to meet you, Captain. I'm Carol Danvers, I fight crime as Captain Marvel." She gestured to the man next to her, who was holding his head and wincing. "This is Billy Batson, or Shazam. He's the youngest of us all."

"The youngest?" Steve repeated.

"Yeah…" Billy rubbed the back of his head. "See, this isn't my "real" body. I'm not as old as I look. It's kinda complicated."

As Steve pondered on how old Billy was, a door opened and another person came in. This one had a dark gray costume, with along with black boots and black gauntlets with sharp fins on them. He also had a large black cape and cowl with two sharp tips that looked like ears. His eyes were white, though his mouth was visible; a frown lay on his face. Finally, there was a large black bat symbol on his chest.

Steve stared at the new arrival. "Who are you?"

The masked man stared back. "I'm Batman."

As Batman continued walking towards Cyborg and Tony, the billionaire pouted. "Oh, c'mon Bats! Everyone else here has revealed their identity to the old man here," he gestured to Steve, who frowned at the remark, "So why don't you?"

Batman finally turned to Steve. "It's Bruce Wayne." He began typing into the computer next to Victor.

Steve looked confused, so Hal filled in the blanks. "He's a billionaire, like Tony."

"Actually, that's multi-billionaire!" Tony clarified.

"Are we missing anyone?" Thor asked aloud, looking around.

Hal smirked. "Barry said he'd be running a bit late, but he should be-"

Steve recoiled as he felt something pass him at an incredibly high speed- like a bullet. He turned and saw a new hero: This man wore a primarily red costume with yellow boots. His helmet had little lightning bolts as "ears". There was also a yellow lightning bolt on his chest outlined in a white circle. Lightning briefly crackled over his body before dissipating.

"-here any second now," Hal finished.

"Sorry, I'm late guys," the newcomer said, slightly out of breath. "Had to deal with Grodd and Snart. They were trying to hold up a bank."

"A bank? Seems a little too "menial" for them, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it did seem a little weird, now that I think about it…" the newcomer noticed Steve standing there and turned towards him, an apologetic look on his face. "Oh! Sorry for the abrupt entrance, Captain. I'm Barry Allen, or you can call me the Flash." He extended a hand for Cap to shake.

Steve shook it. "The Flash, huh? Let me guess, your power's super speed?"

Barry chuckled sheepishly. "You guessed correctly."

"So, the only ones we are missing are T'Challa and Arthur," Thor mused.

"And they are?" Steve asked.

"Black Panther and Aquaman," Clark elaborated. "They're the only other members you haven't met yet. T'Challa is the king of the African nation of Wakanda and Arthur is the current king of Atlantis. They both have other duties to tend to, which is why they aren't here."

"The King of Atlantis?" Steve muttered. "What happened to Namor?"

Thor and Clark looked at each other before turning back to Steve. "He disappeared eight years ago."

Steve's mind was absolutely boggled by that statement. "Eight years ago?"

Clark's face was solemn as he stared at Cap. "You may want to sit down for this one."

The two walked over to the table while Thor went off to chat with Billy and Carol. Hal and Barry went over to another computer, while Diana went over to join Bruce, Tony and Victor. Sitting down, Steve mulled over what he had just heard. Namor had been alive eight years ago, and then… what? Did he die?

"When I heard you had woken up, I asked Victor to pull the latest information about your teammates, in case anything recent had happened that we had missed," Clark began.

"We found the usual. There were articles highlighting Captain America and his Soldiers of Liberty and their service during World War II, but nothing beyond what the public already knew."

"Your friend Bucky Barnes was presumed dead after Zola's capture in 1945. Alan Scott, Jay Garrick, Jim Hammond, Amaya Jiwe, Ted Grant and Kent Nelson all vanished after the war ended."

"Vanished?"

Clark nodded. "I had Victor pull every file he could but he found nothing on them. It was like they just… disappeared. The last known record of them was on the night Japan surrendered and the war ended. They attended a celebratory party and were never seen again.

As for Namor, he left the party early and was seen jumping into the ocean by a group of marines. Based on what Arthur told us, he was present there for the next seventy years until 2007, around the time Arthur became Aquaman. Then, sometime before we got together as a team, he vanished. Arthur didn't tell us anymore besides that."

Steve stared at the table in front of him, unsure of what to think. All his other friends besides Bucky were gone. Why had they vanished?

Clark spoke again. "There is some good news, though. Peggy Carter's alive."

Steve looked up. "Peggy's alive?"

"Yes," Clark continued. "From what Victor got, she's living in Washington D.C."

Steve stood up. "I need to go see her."

"Of course," Clark agreed. "One small thing. I have an offer for you. You can stay here and join the Justice Legion. I know it won't be easy for a man like yourself to adjust to the modern world, and I think we can all agree that something strange happened to your friends. The Legion can, and wants to help you. If you choose so, of course."

Superman extended a hand, and Steve stared at it, considering the offer. He could definitely use the help navigating this new world of his, and they would be a great aid in finding out what happened to his friends. He reached out and shook Clark's hand.

Superman grinned as they shook. He muttered something, and Steve looked at him. "Pardon?"

"Oh, sorry about that, Captain," Superman apologized. "It's just that I've admired you greatly ever since I was a kid. It feels like I'm meeting a legend."

Cap smiled. "It's fine. And please, call me Steve."

Before Superman could say anything back, an alarm sounded.

Cyborg turned to the entire group. "Despero's rampaging across Midtown."

"Are the Fantastic Four available?" Superman asked.

"I checked. Seems like they're off-world until next week."

"Then we're up," Superman replied. He turned to Cap. "We can get you a new suit, but in the meantime I'm afraid you'll have to make do with your old wartime one."

As the others all rushed towards the entrance to the Hall, Cap smiled. "That's fine. It's about time I got back into the game."

Clark smiled back and led Cap to a room- obviously an armory. There were multiple weapons housed within, and gear for each member of the Legion. On one table in particular sat his shield and his old suit. It looked faded and beaten, but it was otherwise in good condition.

Steve lifted the shield up. The light reflected off of the nearly indestructible metal.

It was time to get to work.

The red-skinned goliath stomped through the streets, batting aside any who dare came close to him. The human policemen fired their weapons at him, but they did little damage. The projectiles, however, were ruining his cape and pants.

He snarled. This outfit of his was one of his finest, and the only people who were worthy of damaging it were the Justice Legion!

He swung his massive fists, destroying the vehicles in front of him and sending the policemen scattering. He rose his head, the fin on top standing proud in the sunlight. "Where is the Justice Legion?!" he roared. "Bring them here, humans! Despero will crush them all!"

He felt something hit the back of his head. Something hard.

Despero whirled and saw a lone man standing in the street. He wore a costume and carried some sort of disk with a similar design: they looked like the flag of this nation.

He chuckled. "I asked for the Justice Legion, not a puny little man! You even came alone to face me!"

The costumed man smirked. "But I'm not alone."

All of a sudden, he felt something rush by him. Pain shot across his legs before he felt fists hit his head, sending him stumbling back. He briefly saw a flash of lightning before it hit him, burning his skin, driving him further into the asphalt.

Despero stumbled back and saw the Justice Legion assembled in front of him.

"It's time for you to go back home, Despero!" Superman shouted.

The former tyrant grinned and rushed towards the team, who charged at him in turn.

It would be a good day, indeed.

Later that day, Steve stood at one of the Hall's many windows, staring out at the city below him. The sun was setting, and slowly lights bloomed all over the city. He turned as he heard footsteps behind him.

Superman walked up to the Captain, a calm smile on his face. "Penny for your thoughts?" he said.

Steve resumed his watch of the city. "When I went to visit Peggy- thanks for the teleporter, by the way- It was... It brought back memories."

Superman looked at him curiously, so Steve continued. "She reminded me of a night about a couple of months before the war ended. It was a warm night, and we were all at a nearby Allied bar…"

Late March, 1945

"So he says, "vat the hell are you doing?!" and I say, "Taking back this base back, you no-good Nazi!" and then I hit him in the face- with both of my fists!"

The group all laughed as Jay Garrick graphically retold a recent endeavor by the Soldiers of Liberty to retake a captured Allied base. His red-and-blue outfit, with his lightning bolt symbol on his chest, sharply contrasted the accent he had imitated. The speedster's winged helmet lay on the table, but it was quickly picked up as the brown-haired man retook his seat. Steve smiled as he sipped on the ale in his hand. Finally, there was a chance for the group to relax after months of constant fighting and moving.

As the laughter died down, Alan Scott looked around the table, still clad in that outfit of his. It was a red and green outfit with a cloak and a large lantern symbol on his chest. The blonde-haired man had taken off his domino mask for the evening, but the green ring on his right hand glowed ever so slightly. "So," he began, taking a sip of his drink, "What do you all plan on doing after the war ends? I doubt HYDRA's gonna be around for much longer, what with all our efforts to kick their asses!"

The group all cheered, except for Namor, who merely smirked.

"Oh c'mon," Jay said. "Even with HYDRA gone, what are you going to do, Alan? Go back to beating up criminals in your city?"

Alan smirked. "Actually, that's exactly what I was going to do."

The group burst into laughter again. As it quieted down, Amaya Jiwe- the warrior known as Vixen- spoke up. "I for one, would like to go and see my family again. My husband and daughter are waiting for me back home." The ancient necklace around her collar glowed slightly.

"Yeah, once this is all over I'm gonna go and settle down with Joan," Jay added. "I think I'll try living life a little slower, if you get my drift."

Ted Grant snorted. The muscular man wore a simple black bodysuit, with bandages wrapping over his fists. His mask was similar to a cat's face, with whiskers and cat ears, but he had pulled it off for tonight. "As if you can live slowly, Garrick."

As the others chuckled, Steve spoke. "Honestly, I think Bucky and I'll go back to Brooklyn. I'm more suited for city life."

Jay stopped drinking to look at him. "That's it?"

As Steve nodded, Alan joined in. "You won't talk to Ms. Carter at all?"

Steve blushed as he glared at both of them. "W-what?"

Jay shrugged. "It was obvious Rogers, from the day we saw the two of you in the same room. Why don't you just ask her on a date already?"

"I'll- I'll get around to it, as soon as we're done here."

"Don't wait too long, man. Someone else might snatch her before you even get a chance." Jay resumed sipping his drink, leaving Steve to process those thoughts.

As Steve pondered on what Jay had said, Jim Hammond spoke up. "I think I'll do what Alan suggested. There will still be wicked people in this world, and we with powers have a duty to combat that and protect the defenseless."

Kent Nelson nodded. The sorcerer wore a blue-and-gold outfit with a golden cape, but his most striking feature, his golden Helmet of Fate, was not on his head. It sat on the table, the eyeholes void of color for once. "The Helmet will undoubtedly draw me towards any future conflicts. I don't think I have much of a choice in that regard."

Ted spoke next. "I think I'll go back home and get back to my gym. A lotta people wanna get trained by the famous Wildcat after all. But to be honest, compared to what you guys said, it seems a little weird."

Jay snickered, causing Ted to glare at him. Before anything could happen, Steve addressed Namor. "What about you, your highness?"

Namor folded his arms. "I have duties to tend to in Atlantis, Rogers. I don't have time for little crime-busting activities like Scott or courting women." His chest was bare for the most part, though the other parts of his body were clothed in a black outfit. His eyes were sharp and cold. "You know, Alan, that little obsession of yours may someday be your end."

While Steve's eyebrow merely shot up, Alan burst from his seat, his face twisted into an expression of annoyance and anger. "What'd you say, fishface?" The two didn't have the best working relationship, their personal beliefs and personalities often clashing with each other. It had built up quite a bit over the time they had fought together, and it seemed to be reaching the point where even an indirect insult could result in a scuffle.

"Are you deaf too, railroad boy? I said-"

"I heard what you said, jackass, and while I may not be a king, at least I can show some basic human decency to others!"

Namor was now standing too. "Know this, Scott. I am not human. I am a proud Atlanetean, and it would do you well to remember that!"

"As if we haven't heard that at least three goddamn times a day-!"

Jay used his super-speed, and in an instant, both Alan and Namor were in their seats once more, drinks in their hands.

"Hey, we're here to drink and relax tonight, not fight each other. Save that anger for when we go out tomorrow and kick some Nazi ass," he said.

The two stared at each other, then at Jay, and then each other again. Both of them slowly drank while a feeling of awkwardness permeated the air.

After a couple of minutes of drinking in silence, Alan suddenly spoke up. "You know, I think Jim was on to something." The others all turned to him curiously. "We all have abilities beyond those of regular people. I mean, even if HYDRA's gone, someone else will rise up and take that role."

"So?" Ted asked.

"So, we should all form a group, like some sort of a deterrent against evil. Basically, "if you mess with anyone, you mess with us!" kind of deal."

"What, like some kinda super-hero team?" Jay asked.

"Precisely. I know some other guys back home who are fighting the good fight while we're here. After the war is over we could form a group with them. We could start fighting criminals on a global front! We could help people all over the world."

"Let me get this straight," Ted said to Alan. "You wanna start some sorta global peace-keepin' organization? Made up of a buncha men who fight crime in tights?"

Alan scratched the back of his head. "Well, when you put it like that…"

"Sounds crazy." Ted drank the rest of his ale and slammed his empty mug on the table. "I'm in."

All of them stared incredulously at Ted, who merely frowned. "What? I don't plan on teachin' forever. It'd be nice to get out and punch some criminals once in a while."

"Yeah, it would be great to fight some of my own enemies with backup. I'll join your group, Alan." Jay flashed a smile at the Green Lantern, who nodded.

Jim looked at Alan. "I'll join."

"Me too," Kent added, briefly stroking his helmet.

Steve looked at Alan. "Someone once asked me if I wanted to kill Nazis. I told him that I didn't want to kill anyone. I just don't like bullies." He paused, reflecting on all the hardships and trials that had led him to this moment. "Even after this war ends, like you and Jim said, evil will still exist. I don't think we can completely rid it from our world, but if we can save more people and stop more injustices this way, then I'm all for it. I'm in."

"I'll drink to that," Jay said, nodding.

Amaya looked down at her necklace. "Right now I want to focus on my family." she looked up, and gave a warm smile. "But if you need my help, I shall gladly lend a hand."

Alan nodded and smiled back. The others all turned to Namor, who sat arms crossed, his mug empty.

"Like I said before, I have no time for your little games of catching criminals," Namor said. "But if you need assistance that benefits Atlantis- and you will definitely will under Scott's leadership- then I will come to your aid. Under no means does that mean I plan on joining your little club."

"Fair enough," Alan said evenly.

"Well," Jay said, breaking up the tension, "All we need now is a name."

"A name?"

"Well obviously! What, were you planning on keeping our "Soldiers of Liberty" name?"

"Erm…" Alan opted to take a swig from his mug.

"We need something cool, but also catchy, something that rolls of the tongue. A name that will strike fear in the hearts of our enemies but inspire the common people." Jay gestured with his hands excitedly.

Steve had an idea. If they needed a name that conveyed their mission, but also inspired hope to the masses…

"How about 'Justice Society'?'' Steve suggested.

Everyone stared at him before Jay spoke up. "Steve, that's the greatest name for a team I've ever heard. I love it! We should use that name."

"That's a really great name, Steve," Alan said. "I propose a toast to this new team." he reached out to grab his mug before Jay interrupted him. "You're gonna make a toast with an empty cup?"

Alan opened his mouth to reply, but Jay smirked. "No sweat, man. I'll get refills for everyone." In less than a second, everyone's cups were refilled and Alan raised his up. "Let's do it properly, this time. To our futures, and to the Justice Society!"

"To the Justice Society!" everyone (except Namor, who merely had a small smile on his face) replied, clinking their cups together. They all drank, and the night continued with renewed laughter as Jay told another one of his stories.

"Wow," Superman said, taken aback by what Cap had told him. The way the Captain had spoken about these legendary war heroes… they obviously meant a lot to him. Clark couldn't imagine what it would be like to one day be fighting alongside Bruce, Diana and all the others, and then wake up one day to find them gone.

"Yeah," Steve replied. All that talk had made him well up slightly with emotion. "I wish we could've all stayed together. But," he turned to Superman, a smile on his face, "at least you guys were able to pick up that duty that we didn't get to fulfill."

Superman chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. "Thanks, Cap. Hearing it from you is like a dream come true."

The two continued to watch as the sky became darker and darker, before Steve turned to Clark. "So, what's next?"

Superman looked at Steve before turning back to the window. "We wait for whatever comes."

To be continued...

Now, the real story begins. I've got a lot of ideas that I want to incorporate into story arcs- pieces of Arkham Knight, Spider-Man PS4, some comic-book events like Throne of Atlantis, Forever Evil, Avengers vs X-Men, maybe even some Dark Multiverse shenanigans and Doomsday Clock.

Thanks for reading! Please review, and PM me if you have any questions.