Avengers: Shattered Dimensions (MHA x Marvel)

Entrance Exam Arc: Avengers

The fluorescent lights of the police station buzzed overhead as Steve Rogers, Logan, Simon Williams, Vision, Ben Grimm, and James Rhodes were ushered into the processing area. The sterile, tiled floors reflected the tense atmosphere that hung in the air. Each Avenger stood in a line, a mix of irritation and resignation on their faces as they were guided through the standard procedures of arrest and processing.

Steve Rogers, ever the leader, maintained a calm and composed demeanor, though his clenched fists betrayed his frustration. He kept a careful eye on the officers as they took his fingerprints and processed his information. The weight of his shield, now confiscated and sitting on a nearby table, felt like a heavy reminder of the predicament they found themselves in.

Logan, on the other hand, was barely containing his annoyance. The gruff, battle-hardened mutant scowled at the officers, his claws itching to be unsheathed. He muttered under his breath as they tried to take his fingerprints, the scanner struggling to read through his adamantium-enhanced bone structure. When they finally succeeded, he gave the officer a dark look that sent a clear message: don't push your luck.

Simon Williams, still reeling from the bizarre situation they were in, looked more confused than anything else. His dramatic flair and larger-than-life personality seemed dulled by the reality of being in a police station. As they took his information, he leaned over to Steve, whispering, "I didn't think my first day in this world would involve getting arrested."

Steve shot him a reassuring look. "Just keep your head down, Simon. We'll figure this out."

Vision, ever the calm and logical android, complied with the procedures without complaint. His stoic expression didn't betray any emotion as they took his photo and collected his data. Despite the situation, his mind was already racing, analyzing the events that led them here and calculating the best course of action to resolve it.

Ben Grimm, the Thing, stood out among the group like a mountain among hills. His massive, rocky form made the entire process cumbersome for the officers. They had to improvise with equipment, using a specialized scanner to capture his fingerprints and a larger camera to take his mugshot. Despite the inconvenience, Ben remained stoic, though the look on his face suggested he'd rather be anywhere else.

James Rhodes, or Rhodey as he was known to his friends, had the most complicated situation. The War Machine armor, now powered down and stored in a containment unit nearby, was a point of contention. The officers weren't sure how to handle it, and Rhodey had to walk them through the process of safely removing him from the suit. He reluctantly stepped out of the armor, feeling vulnerable without its protection.

"Make sure you don't mess with anything inside," Rhodey warned the officers, his voice carrying a note of authority. "That suit's not just for show."

The officers nodded, clearly intimidated by the tech and the man who wore it. They handled the suit with care, placing it in a secure area, though Rhodey kept a close eye on them the entire time.

They were heroes, used to dealing with world-ending threats, yet here they were, being treated like common criminals. It was a humbling experience, and not one any of them were eager to repeat.

Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man, stood among his fellow Avengers, feeling a mix of anxiety and awkwardness. Unlike the others, Peter wasn't as used to dealing with law enforcement on this scale—especially not as a suspect. He shifted uneasily as the officers processed him, pulling his mask off to reveal the young, nervous face underneath.

"Uh, sorry about this," Peter mumbled as they took his fingerprints. The officer gave him a curious look, as if trying to figure out what a kid was doing with a group like this. Peter's youth stood out even more in this environment, making him feel like a fish out of water.