*edit- Whoops fish puns sorry, I fixed that and some spelling errors I noticed, thanks for the reviews!

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You have reviewer Deliriosity to thank for the fact that I'm even posting this. I know I'm months late and shit but I honestly thought that this story is kinda bad cause I have no plot and what not and blah blah blah. Plus blah blah blah about personal issues and school and shit and auuuugh. No excuse. I'm sorry guys.

But. But. I am posting. This chapter is not nearly as long as the previous three but it's an update. Feel free to post 'commands'/ suggestions on where these characters should go/do! Especially a certain highblood (I added him this update just for you Deliriosity!). I get writer's block very easily and stuff like this where I literally have nothing planned for it is very discouraging.

This is only being continued because of you guys. I have not had a single bad review on this piece and so many people have fav/followed it gives me the courage to continue. Thanks guys.

== Involintarily skydive

Your name is Eridan Ampora, and you are falling out of the sky with a fair amount of your furniture following suit.

You were absolutely dumb-struck when the ship and the ocean had slipped out from under you, leaving you tumbling through unfamiliar skies. The initial force of the act had left your brain whirling, slowly coming to grips with the bright skyscape. They were too blue and sunny for your tastes, but now you are in utter terror. Your purple cape blocks the view of the disdainful sky, your scarf chokes you as it violently thrashes in the wind, and you have Ahab's Crosshairs in a death grip, caught in your freefalling claws before it could fling itself away from you. Your sylladex cards and glasses, on the other hand, had gotten away, with the exception of your handy-dandy strife card.

You noticed that you are falling for an unnatural amount of time, and promptly realize that no matter what you hit, there is a fairly good chance that you are going to die. You are unable to turn yourself over to see the ground, and you refuse to relinquish the legendary rifle to the skies in order to try and release your magnificent cape.

You stiffen and shriek when something collides with your side, but it seems you had not yet struck the impending doom that was the ground. You are still falling, but it was more like... flying. Your cape continues to billow over your eyes and you can not see it, but whatever had collided with you was now carrying you. It turns you over and you squish the gun between yourself and your metal savior, clinging to it for dear life.

The pressure of the wind eases before coming to a halt, and your metal savior touches the ground. Peeling you off and dropping you, you scramble away with your rifle. You point it cautious and unsteadily at the red metal suit, whom puts up its hands and has its face plate slide up. A pale skinned man looks down at you, questioning your well-being. But you are too shaken to hear it, and back away towards the white hive behind you. Tripping on a robot arm as you tried to focus on the man and the hive behind you whilst squinting in the sunlight, Ahab's Crosshairs discharges, sending a blast of blue energy beaming into the clouds. A low whistle comes from the man as he watches it beam unyielding into the sky and through a black something, and you take the chance to sprint through the door frame and slide across large shards of glass.

== (Re)Acquire the Purple Hipster and STRONG Inventor

"Hol-y shit." Clint drew out over the comm, watching with the rest of the team. Though most of the team was still at the Helicarrier watching through Tony's live feed, Clint and Natasha had a too-up-close-and-personal view of the blue energy beaming out of the purple-caped alien's weapon. Tony whistled appreciatively, and winced as the beam soared through the sky and blasted a hole through one of the Quinjet's wings. When he refocused on the alien kid, he had already sprinted inside.

Glass that the alien had just slipped on crunched under his feet, and he looked around the room. The bar, in all its shattered glass-coated glory, was deserted. A purple hand print was smeared across the top, and Tony asked Jarvis where the two had scurried off to.

"Your workshop, sir." Was his immediate answer, quickly pulling up a feed of the room into the corner of Tony's screen. He made a tight-lipped frown as he watched Equius fiddle with his tools and holograms. As well as how his robot was leaking blue everywhere.

The kid who had fallen out of the sky had just sat down on one of the tables, and began pulling glass out of himself. His large cape was folded next to him and covered with like-colored blood and the scarf had been wrapped around a particularly large gash on his arm. He swatted Dummy away as he pulled out the last bit of glass from his hand and stood.

"Jarvis shut down everything down there, I don't want them messing with any more of my stuff than I have control over." As he descended he could see Equius become distressed with the sudden shut down of the diagrams and tools. As he stepped onto the broken glass of the entrance to his workshop, the fish kid jumped off of the counter and swung up his rifle. Equius noticed too and carefully began edging around the robot and toward the other kid.

"Be careful Tony, uhm... Equius packs quite the punch." Tony rolled his eyes at Bruce's warning from his helmet before slowly stepping over the glass and frame of what had been the door. What to do, what to do?

"Jarvis, give the thrusters everything we've got." He said quietly, leaning forward slightly. Gills, we'll call him, tensed at the movement, steadying his aim with the blue gun. Equius shifted from one foot to the other and looked ready for attack.

"But sir,"

"Jarvis." Tony repeated with more authority. The AI gave him an audible sigh and Tony lurched into the air, aiming to snatch the rifle from Gills and possibly knock Equius down. He failed miserably at that when Equius jumped forward, and forcibly redirected Tony into the floor with a smash of his elbow against Iron Man's back.

"Jarvis cut it-cut the thrusters!" He squawked as Equius continued to push him into the ground, with the suit's thrusters only burying him deeper. He rolled over as the pressure on his back left.

Deciding that the faceplate couldn't protect him even if it tried, he slid it up so the aliens could see his face. Gills crouched down, the orange of his eyes reflecting the arc reactor light in the otherwise dark room. His pupils were narrowed into slits with the light and his hair was strewn around messily from his free-fall and glass slides, though parts of a dyed streak could be seen. As he leaned forward, Tony could see his namesake on either sides of his neck.

"Wwhat the fuck is goin' on?" He hissed. Behind him, Equius brushed some of the floor off his shorts and glared at Tony from behind cracked glasses. The robot twitched but it went unnoticed to the alien two.

"Kid-"

"Eridan." Gills, or should he say, Eridan, corrected.

"It was nice to have The Rock here," Tony waved weakly toward Equius."-drive me into the ground, but all I know as that little gray people are popping into our world and it's got our Director's feathers ruffled. I, for one, don't appreciate you two destroying my house."

"House...?" Eridan muttered and glanced back at Equius, who shrugged. Before either one could continue, Tony spoke up with direction from Bruce.

"Hive? Respiteblock?" Bruce sounded as uncertain as he did, but assured him that it was what they called houses according to the mysterious GA. Eridan nodded, accepting the correction. He thought for a minute before shifting and glancing down at his now lowered rifle.

"Wwell, wwhere are wwe anywway? Wwhy the fuck wwas I fallin' out of the sky in the middle of the day, wwhen it wwas fuckin' midnight an' I wwas in my boat a few minutes ago?" Okay, so, Tony wasn't imagining the extra 'w''s he heard. He slowly moved into a sitting position, making Eridan move backward a little, but he remained crouching to be at eye level.

"I don't know, kid. If you two can," He groaned as he leaned forward, resting his right arm on his leg. "-come with me, we think we have some of your buddies and we'd love to try and figure this out." Eridan seemed interested when Tony mentioned his 'buddies', fins slightly flaring out in anticipation, he leaned forward more. Honestly, Tony didn't know how the kid hadn't fallen forward yet.

"Do you havve Feferi Peixes?"

== Faygo isn't garbage

Wide eyes stared out from the bags of garbage surrounding their owner.

He was stunned, or perhaps confused, maybe just his usual self...? Whichever it was, Gamzee was certain that this wasn't right. He was lying atop lumpy, wet bags, staring up into a slightly cloudy night sky. Definitely not right. What was right though, was the bottle of purple Faygo cradled in his unmoving arms. He thought briefly of sitting up and taking a swig of the grand elixar, or even just removing himself from this garbage. Those thoughts were dismissed as he continued to lay and stare.

At some point, he's not quiet sure how long he was lying there, he sat up. Finally deciding to take in his surroundings... there was a lot of those it seemed. The Faygo was still in his arms, along with several others laying in the garbage around him. That's not right. The tin to a sopor pie slid down his face and onto his shirt, which he gladly cleaned to the best of his ability before discarding the tin. He climbed out of the large thing-he couldn't quiet recall the name for it at the moment- holding all the garbage and realized he was in an alleyway. A meowbeast scurried away as plastic rustled under his feet, and bright light and many trolls could be seen walking at one end of the alley. Wait, were those trolls? They had to be... right? Upon slightly closer inspection, he found that either he found a large population of hornless trolls with skin colors other than gray, or these, in fact, were not trolls at all.

He stared open-mouthed at the large buildings and their bright lights above him. Like the buildings, he towered over most of the not-trolls as he watched the screens do advertisements of blatant rip-offs of popular troll brands, as well as a few he didn't recognize. What the fuck? He stepped backward into the alleyway.

He checked his strife for his clubs just in case. Yup, still there and ready to strife. Okay. Looks like all his Faygo survived the trip, maybe he should captchalogue some of these escapee elixars of mirth before he treks off... Captchaloguing a few, he delighted at the array of colors assaulting his ocular spheres. It caught the attention of some of the not-trolls, but he didn't care. Before he set off he also cracked open the purple bottle still in his hands, which he frowned at. His hands being on the receiving end of said frown because at some point he must have wiped his face, and the paint was all over his hand.

Whatever.

Chugging a good portion of it, he stepped into the flow of not-troll traffic on the sidewalk. He wasn't really sure of where he was going, and he was getting more than a few looks, but he didn't care really. It occured to him later that maybe he should try to find Tavbro or maybe Karkat, but he didn't know where to start in this place.

What the fuck is even with all these motherfucking not-trolls anyway?