Will I Find My Home (In You?) II AVENGERS ASSEMBLE

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[Since lots of other universes are involved and mentioned, I've written down a comprehensive list explaining all of them for reference. Go to the 'AU LIST' chapter to read it!]

"Great, just great." Clint huffed as he looked around the dark tunnel they magically found themselves in. "We've been kicked out of our own planet by evil versions of us."

"...That somehow has the powers of the Infinity Stones." Natasha adds in.

"Exactly."

Scott, being small, sat on Tony's shoulder, looking over to the others. "Well, look on the bright side, even with the Infinity Stones, they decidedly didn't violently choke us to death – y'know, like Darth Vader, but worse."

"I understood that reference." Steve couldn't help but utter, even though he knew that this definitely wasn't the time for that at all.

"What do they want from us?" Hulk frowned as he just wanted to desperately pummel that other him.

"Considering that New York specifically is floating somewhere in outer space now, dominance , I would presume." Thor answered.

"Still doesn't make sense why they would do all this," Sam countered, "And why just New York. They've got the power of the Infinity Stones!"

"Either they're dumber or they've got something planned," Tony finally speaks up as he continues beep–booping on holograms that appeared from the palms of his gauntlets. "...Or they're really picky about their choice of hostage, and their whole plan was to remove us completely from the equation. Either way, we need to find a way home."

New York was on the line, and they were against... Themselves – glowing like colours of the rainbow, and empowered by the essences of the Infinity Stones. Everything is a mess, but all they know is that they had their asses served on a silver platter and they've been thrown into some alternate dimension to be discarded and hopefully left to rot, but the Avengers wouldn't be who they are if they were just to accept the dystopian mess they found themselves in.

No, they're going to find their way home, even if it took them hell and high water to get there.

"That way." Tony pointed to some dark passageway within the already eerie tunnel, as he made his suit glow brighter to illuminate their way there. "I'm picking up some weak life signs of... Something."

"You sure it's not freaky lovecraftian monsters the Infinity Avengers sent to eat us?" Clint inquired, suspiciously, as they all began walking with Tony leading the way.

"If you want to be left behind and find some other way out, we'd be happy to say our goodbyes to you right here, right now, Hawkeye." Tony turned back at the archer, and with the glow of his faceplate's eyes becoming faint, it gave the illusion that he was glaring at him, as he was already absolutely infuriated with the current situation and having evil him clearly being the better twin , which Clint was sure that it was definitely an intentional choice, and of which certainly made Clint shut up, looking rather abashed.

"Oooh..." Scott whispered teasingly as he was still having the time of his life being small and lounging on the armoured Avenger's shoulder, not having to walk at all. Clint darted a glare at Scott as he grumbled, earning him a pat on the shoulder from Sam who tried to immediately de-escalate the situation.

Meanwhile, there was Natasha and Steve who unironically both sighed in unison, as they both were just so done with their team. A couple of minutes later, they arrived at what seemed to be the end of the seemingly endless tunnel, being met with bright light and funky colours in what seemed like an endless void with an endless amount of doors, spanning from the top to the bottom, to the left, and to the right – looking as if they were all having the same drug–crazed fever dream. The world was dead silent and there was nothing but just them and the doors.