When Worlds Collide [Marvel/DC] {on hiatus}

Prologue

Hal sighed, twisting his ring around on his finger in boredom. He had been interrupted of a very peaceful and, in his words, sexy sleep when Bruce had decided to call a meeting about some strange scarlet circle vortex thing in the sky. Some stupid crap about how people seemed to be trapped on the other side. Hal honestly thought it was all crap. Of course his mood wasn't improved by the lack of being asleep in a bed at three in the blessed morning.

"This thing is like a serious threat then?" Barry questioned. "Do we have any idea what it is or do-"

"I say we send Bruce hurtling into it and if he doesn't come back out too bad." Hal interrupted earning a glare and eye roll combination that seemed to happen to him a lot. "Just a suggestion."

Gazes were turned away from the man as he continued to fiddle with his ring, not paying much attention to what was being said. He was making little dancing figures on the table in front of him when the lights in the room began to flicker and flash. The conversation stopped and all eyes were turned towards the scarlet vortex in the sky. It seemed to pulse, laughing at the puny heroes, asking for a challenge.

"We need to think of something quickly." Diana spoke, hand resting on her lasso of truth as if it was a lifeline. "It seems to be growing."

There were murmurs of agreement, all of which Hal ignored as he continued to stare at the mysterious red portal. Diana was right, it was growing. In size and brightness.

Conversation was struck up behind the Green Lantern again as his gaze was transfixed on the boy who seemed to be standing in the portal. He couldn't tell from where he was how old, what gender, if they were human...all he knew was that the next thing that happened scared the living hell out of the man without fear. "Guys...you're gonna want to see this."

One by one, figures were seemingly pushed out of the portal, plummeting towards the ground.

With one last floating figure the mysterious object in the sky was gone, leaving only the people falling to their deaths to remember it by. 

Barry huffed out a sigh. "Let's get this show on the road."

~~~

The last thing Peter remembered was trying to talk to Wanda. It was a long and complicated talk. He figured that was the reason he couldn't open his eyes unless he wanted his head to pound like the AC/DC tracks Tony played when they worked together. Lying still Peter began to assess his wounds. A few broken ribs, he could feel them. His arm was bent at an odd angle and his legs felt like jelly. Focusing on his head he felt something warm and sticky flowing from his temple, blood, the boy concluded. All in all he was beat up, but not dead. That was a miracle considering what had happened.

Footsteps. That's all he heard before he went limp again. Hoping that playing dead might work in his favor. However no matter how superhuman he was he still needed air and his plan failed him.

"The boy," it was a woman's voice, fierce and soft. "he's breathing."

Jogging steps were heard as the woman cried out. Soon the light that was blinding Peter even with his eyes closed was gone and he had no reason to believe that he wasn't surrounded by strangers. If Wanda gets me killed after the hell she just put me through... Peter thought bitterly.

There were murmurs and whispers above him before a hand slipped under his back, the other hand scooping up his knees. The man who had picked him up gave a sigh as a deeper more mature voice began to speak. "Get them to the infirmary. I think for the most part they look...intact."

Peter's heart jumped at the word mostly. Did that mean...was one of the Avengers dead? He desperately wanted to open his eyes and take in the damage but he wanted to wait out the situation as Natasha had thought him, gather intel and find out whose side these people were really on.

His 'rescuer' began to move, probably following people who had the other Avengers comfortably close and vulnerable. He couldn't stand the thought. If he waited to long and something happened to one of his teammates...he'd never forgive himself.

"Hang in there kid. We'll get you out of this." The man's voice was soft and gentle as he hoisted Peter into a more comfortable position. "

~~~

Wanda fidgeted in her attempt to sleep, rolling this way and that. She couldn't get the images out of her head.

"You don't have to do this Wanda!" Peter cried, watching as Tony collapsed to the floor, red mist flitting this way and that around his head before disappearing.

"Ah, but I do." She replied with a smirk, eyes glowing red. She had a wonderful plan. A truly wonderfully awful plan to mix things up. She had been told to do so by the voices. "You'll understand soon, boy."

"I don't thi-" Peter was cut of by Wanda whirling around, starting a quiet chant as she moved her hands, a scarlet mist flowing around her and towards the sky.

Scott shifted a bit, his stance getting broader as if he were preparing for a fight. "Should we be worried?"

"Very."

After that all the woman remembered was a string of screams and red mist throwing people to what their foolish minds assumed was their doom. First went Tony, then Peter, Steve, Scott, Clint, Natasha, Thor and Bruce. All of them struggled their best but all failed.

And that's how the ended up in the hands of the Justice League she assumed.

Wanda would watch fate unravel from afar. Something big was coming and she would rather not be caught in the middle of it.