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Started May 06, 2020 by @chaos_generator_13 language

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(Aight nevermind, I'll do it. Hope you're okay with how I attempted to have our characters all in the same universe, if not then we can redo it. Also I kept the city they appear in ambiguous bc I thought it'd be cool to see them either in NY with all of the Avengers that we've got, but Paris(?) with Ladybug and Cat Noir could work too. Whatever you prefer! Sorry for the long post, had a lot to write lol. Iida will be introduced later I guess.)

Link and Zelda were taking a break from traveling and world-saving. The two were currently enjoying the woods near Hateno Village. "No–Zelda, you do it like this," Link said, demonstrating once again the proper way to swing a sword. The princess–EX-princess, Link corrected himself–had wanted to learn how to fight. Link had been hesitant at first, but Zelda was persistent and, well…here they were.

"Ah, right. Sorry." Zeda adjusted her stance with a sheepish look on her face.

"You don't need to apologize, everyone makes mistakes when they're starting out," Link assured.

"Except for you, of course."

Link made a face. "Come on, I'm sure I messed up plenty of times. I just don't remember. Go ahead and swing now," he added. Zelda nodded, brought the sword back, and swung with all her might–

–Then disappeared into a strange blue circle that appeared at the last second. "PRINCESS!" Link exclaimed, running in after her without a thought for his own safety. His sword and shield were in his hands before he even hit the strange object. When the hero got to the other side, he nearly tripped into a strange, fast-moving object that appeared to have a person inside. "What the–"

"Link!" Link whirled around and was relieved to see Zelda safe and sound, though she looked extremely confused. "What…just happened?"

Link frowned. "I don't know, but I'm glad you're alright." He pulled out his Sheikah Slate to check their location. The map wasn't even there anymore, just a blue and black grid. "…I don't think we're in Hyrule anymore, Zelda."

~~

The sun shone brightly on New Bark Town, where two friends were meeting up for the first time in a while. "Silver! What's up?" Gold asked, trying to give the redheaded boy a friendly hug. Silver stepped to the side, causing Gold to stumble a bit.

"Please don't," he said, but the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "It's nice to see you, though."

"Silverrrr," Gold whined, "I just wanted to give you a hug! Uh. No homo, though."

"Gold. You came out as bisexual to me three months ago."

The raven-haired boy crossed his arms. "And? Just 'cause I'm bi doesn't mean I'm into you," he insisted, and though Silver didn't catch it, there was the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks.

An awkward moment passed between the two of them before Silver broke it by asking, "Wasn't there something you wanted to show me?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah! I found this awesome spot in the forest. It's super far away from town and it's pretty big. I figured it'd be a great spot to train together, and since you're all 'I'm gonna be the toughest Pokemon trainer around' I thought you might be interested. Let's go!" And with that, Gold took off. Silver rolled his eyes and ran after his friend. He could be so headstrong at times…

By the time they got there, both Gold and Silver were out of breath. "This is…this is the spot!" Gold panted, sitting down. "Can we take a breather first?"

"Sure," Silver agreed, windes as well. He crossed his arms behind his neck so that he didn't get a cramp. That had been quite the jog. Silver's eyes wandered around the area. It was a nice clearing, with one single pine tree in the center. The needles and the grass would make the ground softer if one were to fall onto it, and it didn't seem like there were any wild Pokemon nesting in the spot. When he returned his gaze to Gold, he found his friend making a face that could be equated to telling someone their parents had died. "Is something wrong?" he asked. Gold almost jumped out of his skin, and Silver mentally cringed at the fact that he found that kind of cute.

"Huh?! Oh–oh, it's n-nothing at all! Don't worry about it!" Gold exclaimed, his expression changing to embarrassed. He stood up and stretched. "Uh, let's get into training!"

"Alri–" Silver stopped abruptly, noticing something strange behind Gold. That sure as hell hadn't been here before. "Gold, turn around."

Gold laughed. "What're you gonna try and pull, Silver? I can see right through you–"

"Just do it, you idiot!"

"Fine, fine…What the fuck?!" Gold's eyes went wide, then a grin spread across his face. He grabbed Silver's wrist and ran towards it. "Let's check it out! Looks like a portal or something!" he shouted. Silver was too surprised to do the logical thing and pull away from his stupid friend, so through the strange portal they went.

The change of scenery was jarring, to say the least. Instead of the grassy clearing that they were in before, Gold and Silver found themselves in an unfamiliar city. The noises of cars, people, and creatures that weren't Pokemon–excuse me, what the fuck–were accompanied by the gurgling of a fountain that Gold had tripped into the second Silver gathered his wits enough to break his grip. As his friend pulled himself, dripping wet, out of his predicament, Silver scanned the area for any threats. The portal had vanished, but he couldn't see anything else that would be bad news…for the moment.

(tl;dr Link and Zelda are near a street and Link almost got hit by a car, Gold and Silver are near a fountain. Both groups are confused)

Sherlock ducked under the bright yellow police tape with a fuming John Watson behind him. He could literally hear him cursing, even if his companion wasn’t doing said thing.

“Bloody hell, Sherlock! Do you have any idea what you just did!? You just pissed off at least half of Scotland Yard! Lestrade included! Do you really think after tonight, they’ll let you help with cases?” John said as he tried to keep up with his friend’s long strides.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and adjusted his blue scarf. “Scotland Yard is nothing without me. Lestrade will be begging for my help in no time. He’ll be letting me help with the cases he and his team can’t solve in a couple of weeks, or in a month at the very least. This has happened before, John.”

John snorted. “As if. Greg wouldn’t beg for your help. You on the other hand, you’d probably annoy the poor man to let you help with the cases. Because I know you. You get extremely bored without a interesting case, which leads you shooting the poor wall or getting another drug overdose!”

The two man walked through the streets of London heading to 221B Baker Street. They passed a Chinese restaurant and John stopped in his tracks. Sherlock started talking to John, but stopped when he noticed he wasn’t responding. He looked to his side and noticed John was there anymore. He stopped and looked around and finally spotted him near the Chinese restaurant. Sherlock sighed and made his way over to John.

“John, it’s late. I’m tried, surprisingly enough, and I just want to go home. We can eat something in the morning. Perhaps Mrs. Hudson would be nice enough to make us some breakfast or—“

John had stopped him by putting a hand in the air. “Sherlock, look.” John said as he indicated to a swirly portal looking thing that was standing three feet away from them. “What is that?” John asked.

“What the hell?” Sherlock blinked and rubbed his eyes. “Are. . we. . “ Sherlock spun around, trying to find the cause why they were seeing that portal. It could be a gas, like back at Baskerville when they saw that hound. When he saw nothing he looked back at the portal. “Is that. . .a. . .what are those things called in those superheroes movies people like to watch?”

“Portals,” John responded. “Like the ones from Marvel. Like those yellow sparkly portals Doctor Strange makes.” John noticed Sherlock was giving him a quizzical look. “What? Do you really expect me to do nothing when you leave? I have to keep myself entertained. It just happens that my meaning of entertainment is watching Doctor Who and Marvel movies.” John said with a shrug.

John, being the curious man he was, started to walk towards the portal. Perhaps this was a special affect for a movie. Though, John didn’t see any cameras or actors anywhere. Sherlock cautiously followed John. As soon as John was only centimetres from the portal, the portal sucked him in.

“JOHN!” Sherlock screamed as he went through the portal, wanting to save his best friend. The portal closed on the side of London, but it opened somewhere else in the world.

John and Sherlock stumbled out of the portal and out into the middle of a park. Sherlock quickly looked around, and noticed they were no longer in London. One, it was extremely bright and sunny and second, he didn’t see the Big Ben or the London Eye anywhere. One thing he knew was that they were still in fact on earth. But he didn’t know where. Sherlock watched as a car went by and sighed.

“Sherlock, are you okay?” John asked.

Sherlock nodded and looked at John. “Yes, but where are we?”

“I have no idea,” John said as he looked around.

(TL;DR After John and Sherlock leave a crime scene, they start heading home. John notices a portal and John approaches the portal and is sucked in. Sherlock rushes in to save his friend from any danger. Then, they appear in a park, and both Sherlock and John are extremely confused.)

Gold wrung out his jacket, complaining loudly. Silver rolled his eyes. "You're not going to melt," he said. Gold pouted even more, then he noticed something.

"Whoa, Silver, look!" he exclaimed, pointing at a couple of people emerging from a portal like the one they'd come through. "We should talk to them!"

Silver shook his head. "Not a good idea. Who knows what they might want? Just because we're in the same situation doesn't mean we can trust them," he insisted.

"Or–hear me out, bro–we could help each other out! And if things go South, we're Dexholders, dude! We'll kick ass!"

Silver sighed. It didn't seem like Gold was going to be swayed, and he did have a point. "Fine, but we have to be cautious, alright?"

"Sweet, let's go!" Gold practically bounced over to the two men, while Silver shoved his hands in his pockets and walked like a normal person. "Hey! Scarf dude and sweater guy!" Though one would probably not take kindly to being called these, Gold's wide grin showed that he didn't mean any harm–or maybe he just didn't care. "We came through a portal too, and figured it'd be better if we hung out with you. Strength in numbers, y'know? Anyways, I'm Gold and this is Silver!" Silver nodded curtly, not even attempting to hide his mistrust. What happened to 'we have to be cautious'?

Sherlock had noticed the two teens walking towards them. Of course he had noticed. He was Sherlock bloody Holmes for lords sake! John had noticed them too, but that was only when they were only five feet away from them.

John turned to face Sherlock and gave him a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Sherlock, be nice to them. I don't want you to start deducing their life story. Understood?"

Sherlock pouted. "Yes, Jawn."

Saying that both men weren't surprised when one of the teens called them scarf dude and sweater guy would be a huge lie. Both John and Sherlock sighed. They had been called worse before, so this didn't really bother them. The pair weren't even able to say anything before the teen continued talking. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the teens as one of them said that they had come through a portal too.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes and this is my friend and colleague John Watson," Sherlock said as Gold finished introducing himself and his little friend. John smiled at the teens and extended his hand so the boys could shake it.

Sherlock whipped out his phone from his coat and did a few various things. After a couple of seconds, he put his phone away. "Just as I suspected," Sherlock mumbled. "I can't send a text or call anyone. This is not good." Sherlock looked up and stared into the sky. He closed his eyes, and started thinking.

Though Gold was quick to shake John's hand, and with a "Nice to meetcha!" to boot, Silver hesitated for a moment before doing the same. They seemed okay, but then again…

"Neither of you would happen to know where we are, would you?" he asked. That would be the first thing they needed to figure out, the second being how to get back to where they came from. It something sketchy was going on, stopping the portals from opening more would be necessary too, but that was lower priority.

(Sorry, I've been busy with graduation stuff. Really, I am.)
Adrian and Marinette stood under an awning in front of an ice cream shop. Each held a cone while they talked through their treats
“It’s nice today.” Said the girl awkwardly, trying to keep her voice even.
Adrian nodded, casting a glance to the sky. “Think it’ll rain?” He asked playfully, gesturing to the clear, cloudless sky.
Marinette smiled and poked the boy on the shoulder. “Stupid.”
Suddenly, Adrian dropped his ice cream. ‘What is that?”
Marinette looked around, ready to dart off to change. A few meters from them stood a swirling disk, hanging in midair.
“Is that a portal?” she said incredulously.
Adrian rose. “I’m going to check it out.” The girl rose with him, and they approached the portal.
Reaching out, they extended their arms together. As one they touched it, disappearing in a flash.
~
Peter hung by his feet from the Daily Bulge presentation board, listening to yet another rant from Jameson.
‘I mean it. He’s a menace!” The man’s face was red with rage as he bellowed into the screen. ‘He take our hardworking police force and makes them look like chumps. I say we lock him up and throw away the key!”
The man shook his head. Ever since he became Spider man, this had been a constant in his life. JJ hating his guts. He kind of liked the consistency, although, he shuddered to think of how JJ would react if he found out that Spider man was his top photographer.
“Well, JJ. Looks like you’ll keep your main talking point for a while.”
His head buzzed. Spidey sense. He turned and looked above him. Nothing obvious.
Shrugging, he leaped from his perch into empty space, savoring the feeling of weightlessness. As he fell, he caught himself, now swinging from building to building. He kept an eye on the streets while he did his self-appointed rounds.
He glanced down on the streets of Queens, noting places that looked suspicious, gauging whether they were worth checking out. Most of the time they weren’t. The sight of him was usually enough to discourage mischief.
From the top of a building, he saw a flash of light in an alleyway. His head buzzed again.
Swinging down, he landed gracefully on the asphalt in front of the alley’s entrance.
From where he stood, he could see a large swirling disk hanging in midair. He knew enough that he saw a portal. Cautiously approaching it, he reached out. Before he could pull away, his Spidey Sense buzzed madly, enough to hurt.

From his position in the air, Jamie could clearly see the busy streets of El Paso. Staring at the ground, he swooped low, scaring some pigeons.
“Nice day, huh Scarab?”
A warm buzzing in the back of his mind was the response. Jamie smiled.
As he flew around the city, watching, he thought about his new position.
The Justice League! The Flash and Wonder Woman herself had some to tell him they admired his hard work and strength.
His heart raced as he thought about it.
Again, he dived. As he hurtled towards the ground, a mass of swirling stuff popped to existence in from of him, only a few feet away. Banking hard, he tried to swerve. His vision faded in a flash.

John shook his head. “No idea. One moment me and Sherlock were in London, and then another moment we where going through a portal that brought us here. I wouldn’t worry to much, Sherlock should be able to tell us where we are any moment now.” He paused and turned to look at Sherlock. “Sherlock?”

“We can’t text or call anyone. And I highly doubt we can even use the Internet on our phones. Camera stills works, and pretty much any app that doesn’t need the Internet to function. Which if you think of it, isn’t many. Our phones are completely useless to us at the moment. And to where we are, well that’s easy to answer. Where in New York. In America.” Sherlock said.

John’s eyes widened and his jaw was threatening to drop. He took a deep breath, sighed, mumbled a few things and ran a hand through his hair. He was speechless. Really, he was. Why in the world would a portal, A PORTAL, take them to America? It made no sense.

“Well, what do we do now? Surely, you have a plan already in that brain of yours.”

“I don’t, John. For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do.” Sherlock said sadly.
~~
Tony Stark and T’Challa stood outside of Doctor Strange’s Sanctum. When Tony was about to knock on the hard wooden door, the scenery started changing and the two men found themselves inside of the Sanctum with Doctor Strange standing in front of them.

“Stark.” His look turned to T’Challa. “Your Highness. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“Can’t we just come to visit you and have a friendly chat, Dumbledore?”

“I’m afraid not. You’re here because you need something. I’d prefer if you hurry up and tell me what you need, because I’m extremely busy. Now, if you’re here to recruit me into your group of Avengers, you already know my answer, Tony.” Strange said as he crossed his arms.

T’Challa chuckled. This wasn’t the first time he saw Tony and the Doctor bicker. Though, this couldn’t really be called bickering. The Doctor went stiff as soon Tony started talking again. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

“Strange? Hey, you okay? Are you still with us?” Tony asked as he waved his hand in front of Stephen’s face.

The Doctor blinked and shook his head. “Something’s wrong. Not a interdimensional threat. Not yet at the very least. But if I don’t fix this, it could change the whole world as we know it.”

T’Challa and Tony looked at the Doctor confused. But they were even more confused when the Doctor ran out of the door. The men had no choice but to follow the Doctor.

Gold and Silver shared a glance. "Uh, what's an America?" Gold asked. Silver snorted.

"Not what, where," he corrected, though he was just as confused. "I've never heard of New York, either." And if their phones weren't working, his and Gold's Pokegears were probably out of commision as well.

~~

Tenya Iida was on a chase. He'd been grocery shopping when a group of criminals had burst out of a nearby bank with backpacks stuffed to overflowing with cash. One of the pro heroes that had been on the scene had granted him permission to pursue a fleeing robber, and that was exactly what he was doing. Tenya's shoes skidded against the pavement as he made a quick turn down an alley, the engines in his calves hard at work. But when he turned, the criminal was nowhere to be seen, just a strange swirling disk. Tenya frowned and cautiously approached the strange oval-shaped object. It seemed to be a portal of some kind. Did the villain create this? I didn't get a chance to see his quirk in action, he thought. The hero-in-training considered telling the heroes, but took into consideration the fact that they were occupied. Looks like I'll have to investigate. And with that, Tenya walked through the portal.

When he arrived on the other side, Tenya looked around. He saw some signs, but was puzzled by the fact that they appeared to be written in English rather than Japanese. "What on Earth…?" the boy asked no one in particular. Where exactly was he? Though Tenya didn't realize it, he was standing in front of Doctor Strange's Sanctem.

(Fun fact, I have always headcanoned Iida as bilingual since he's just That Guy, so that's part of the reason I chose him! Also because he's one of my favorites)

(Sorry, I'm not on the weekends.)

John looked surprised that neither teen had heard about America or New York. Who knows what they were teaching these teens.
"America is a country which is located in the Northen Hemisphere. Well, sorta. As for New York, it's one of America's many well known cities."

"Have the both of you been living under rocks? In what part of the world do you two live in, that America and New York aren't even talked about?" Sherlock asked.

“SHERLOCK!” John yelled at him as he gave him a deathly glare.
~~
"WHERE ARE YOU EVEN GOING!?" Tony yelled as he start catching up with the Doctor.

"There's a park nearby. All that weird energy is coming from there. If I can get rid of that energy fast, that'd be a good thing."

"Can't you slow down?" T'Challa asked.

"Absolutely not. I must get there as fast as possible," Stephen replied.

"Not this one, apparently," Silver replied, deadpan. Though some people would see the man as rude–Gold's face gave him reason to believe that his friend was 'some people'–Silver honestly appreciated his bluntness. Gold, on the other hand, looked somewhere between shocked and offended.

"First of all, rude–"

"Gold."

"Secondly, what do you mean, 'Not this one', Silv?" He gestured around them. "I mean, yeah, it's definitely nowhere in Johto, but it's not that weird, right?"

Silver sighed. "Look around, Gold. There aren't any Pokemon anywhere–other creatures, yes, but they certainly don't look familiar to me. And I mean, it's weird, but it would make the most sense to me."

Gold just looked more confused. "You sure you haven't been watching too many movies again?"

"Nope." He reached into his pocket and drew out a pokeball. He looked up at the men. "In case either of you think I'm crazy too. I'm guessing this looks strange to you two, but it's pretty common where we're from. It's called a pokeball."

John looked at the pokeball. For some reason, it looked a bit familiar. So were the terms pokeman and pokeball. He tried remembering why they sounded familiar. The detective looked at the boys as if they were aliens. He had no idea what was going on. He swore to whatever god might be out there, that he would kill Mycroft if this, whatever this was turned out to be a prank of some sort.

"Oh!" John exclaimed after a couple of moments of complete silence. "Those pokeballs, as you call them are things some kids are buying these days, alongside with the plushies, the figurines and the actual card game. Dedication to the show, I guess."

"Okay, look, I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. This is ridiculously stupid. Almost as ridiculous as these teens and their pokeball. Am I the only one who sees that? Sherlock paused and looked at John. "How much is Mycroft paying you and these teens for you three to do this?" Sherlock asked.

"Sherlock, Mycroft isn't paying us nothing. Your brother has nothing to do with this. You're scared, and so am I, but you being paranoid isn't going to help us. I need you to be sane, well as sane as you can be. Alright?"

Sherlock only nodded and whimpered as he sat down on a bench. Sherlock looked like a lost puppy, and it physically hurt John to see his friend like this. He turned to the teens. "Please do forgive him. He can be an arsehole and he can be rude most of the time and well, he's not the most civil person you'll ever meet. But that's just how he is. He really didn't mean what he just said. He tends to say hurtful things to people when he's angry or just plain scared."

Silver frowned at John's statement–show, card game? That was new. "Show?" he asked. He was ready to show the two men that whatever kind of toy they thought his pokeball was, they were mistaken, but Gold caught his eye with a quick shake of his head that Silver nearly missed. Thankfully, the two detectives' attention was on each other at the moment and Silver got his friend's point: He's scared enough already, this won't help. As much of an idiot as he may have seemed, Gold was better at picking up social cues than Silver ever would admit out loud. He put the object back into his pocket and nodded when John explained. Wow, that sounded familiar. "It's fine, I understand," he replied.

"We've got this, dude!" Gold exclaimed, ever optimistic. "You guys seem to at least know about this place, so maybe you can think of somewhere we can go to get help?"

“Well, I think that at the moment it’s best if we avoid the authorities. We can’t exactly waltz into the police station and say that we came out of portals and that we need help. They’ll think we’re crazy, call security to take us out of the police station, and perhaps even make sure we’re not allowed in there.” John said as he sat besides his friend. “Though I’m sure there’s someone out there who can help us. We just need to look around.”
~~
“Can’t you just make a portal?” The voice of Tony Stark said.

That made Stephen stop in his tracks. He turned around and saw that T’Challa and Tony where at the very least five feet away from him. He blinked and tilted his head.

The playboy repeated his question. “Can’t you just make a portal?”
Stephen stood still and said nothing. Nor did he move. Tony was starting to worry, but then the sorcerer did something Tony wasn’t expecting.

“Why did I not think of that?” Stephen asked to himself.

“Because you’re an idiot?” Tony said.

Stephen glared at the man but did what Tony said. He made a portal. The other two approached Stephen the moment he went into the portal. The others did the same. A moment later they were on the other side, a couple feet away from the two teens and the detectives.
~~-
Bats, Stephen’s ghost dog was wandering around the sanctum when he spotted Tenya outside. Cautiously, but curiously, the ghost dog approached the subject, not knowing that there was a chance the person wouldn’t even be able to see him. He woofed, hoping to get the attention of the person.

Silver crossed his arms. The man was right, but it was frustrating nonetheless. Gold had decided to literally look around, eyes scanning one direction with scrutiny. Of course, he was facing entirely the wrong way when the other portal opened. Silver started and nudged his friend. "Hey," he said, not taking his eyes off of one man in particular. The man in the cape had made some strange motion with his hands and something told the teenager that he had been responsible for the orange portal. Maybe the portal that he and Gold had come through was blue, not orange, but perhaps this stranger knew something.

"Whoa–hey, maybe they can help!" Gold exclaimed. "Heyy!!" Before he could run over to them, Silver grabbed him by the arm.

"Arceus, you have the self-preservation instincts of a hatchling Togepi," Silver muttered, but it was undoubtedly too late. How could the three strangers have missed that?

~~~

Tenya noticed the dog and sighed. He sat down, then smiled at the creature. "Hello," he said–though it should be noted that at this point, he was speaking in Japanese. "You wouldn't have happened to see a criminal escape near here, would you?" he asked, keenly aware of the fact that talking to a dog would get him nowhere, but he was lost anyway. The hero-in-training went to scratch the dog behind the ears, but was surprised to see his hand pass right through its head. What…? Tenya thought, drawing his hand back. He knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

(I didn't know if Tenya would actually be able to see Bats, but I figured it was worth reacting to. He's never really interacted with ghosts or anything of the sort in canon, so if he shouldn't be able to see him then let me know and disregard that bit lol)

(Everyone has the ability to see Bats. It's really cool. I'm not sure how it actually works, but I'd rather not do research about it right now. I'd have through hundreds of comics just to get to the bottom of it.)

Bats shook his head, only understanding half of what the boy had said. Bats giggled when the boy's hand went right through him. He made his way to the steps and sat down. "I'm pretty sure you're lost. Why don't you wait til my owner returns? I'm sure he'd be able to help you." Bats said. In actual English. Not just woofs and barks. English
~~
John narrowed his eyes at the newcomers who were a couple of feet away from them. Something about them seemed extremely familiar. Especially the one who was wearing some sort of blue robe abd a red cape. No. It's a cloak, not a cape. He thought. He looked at Sherlock who was also looking at the newcomers. Probably deducing their life story.

"Why do they look so fam–"

John was inturrupted by Sherlock who had gotten up and grabbed his hand. John immediately stood up and looked at Sherlock. Sherlock started walking slowly towards the three new people.

"Sherlock, let go of me! I can walk by myself, y'know!"

"I know, John." Sherlock said as he let go of his hand, and stopped walking. He slowly, and oh ever so dramatically turned around to face John. He was greeted with a pout. A pout so bloody perfect that it had made John feel a bit guilty. Guilty of what? Who knows. John sighed and mumbled alright. The consulting detective smiled and grabbed his friend's hand once again.

Tony Stark was the first to spot them. He saw how one of them was going to make their way to them, but was stopped by who he guessed was his friend. T'Challa, Stephen and Tony observed the two men that were making their way to them. They watched how they interacted, and one of the three men commented that the interaction was sickingly cute.

T'Challa observed all of them. Well, more like he observed the one with the grayish-brownish-yellowish hair. He looked extremely like Everett, which surprised him. A lot. He came to the conclusion, that that man must be Everett's Doppelgänger. The tall man with the curly hair next to Everett's Doppelgänger looked a lot like Doctor Strange. Tony, apperantly had noticed that too, and was grining non-stop. Said Doctor sighed and shook his head as the collar of his cloak put itself up. No doubt it was trying to make it's owner look cool.

Jamie landed roughly on the New York streets. A lay a few moments, dazed.
Down the street he saw a group of people gathering. One boy reached out to touch another, and his hand went right through him.
"We're not in Texas anymore, Scarab." He murmered to himself. Cautiously, Jamie approached the group. A man in a thick, Luxurious cape turned to face him as he came closer.
"Where am I?" The Blue Beetle asked. "What was that thing I came through?"

(Tenya didn't try to touch another dude, he's at the Sanctem separate from everyone else)

Tenya realized that the dog was not only speaking, it was speaking English. This wasn't good. "My apologies, I thought I was still in Japan," he said, this time in English. "You're right, though, I am lost. Is your owner with the local police department?" He still hadn't forgotten about the criminal that had gotten away, but Tenya was starting to doubt that he'd gone through the portal at all.

~~

Silver sighed, but Gold's puppy-Growlithe eyes were too powerful. "Fine," he huffed, letting go of Gold and walking over to the strangers as well. He didn't take his eyes off of them for a minute, glaring all the while. He was trying to be intimidating, but he actually looked like an edgy teenager that got lost on the way to Hot Topic and was about to lecture them on how it wasn't a phase, mom.

Gold, on the other hand, approached them with a grin and a wave. "Yo!" he greeted. Silver huffed. If things went South…well, at least they had their Pokemon.

~~

Link and Zelda finally approached an area that looked like some kind of park. There were still quite a few people around, but the two took refuge in the shade of an oak tree for now. Other than odd stares and the occasional compliment on their "cost-plays", whatever that meant, people mostly just minded their own business. They had a moment of peace to discuss the strange place they had found themselves in.

When three men walked through some kind of hole in the air–different than the one they had came through but similar too–the two of them shared a glance. "Think we should ask them?" Link asked. Zelda nodded.

"Be careful, Link," she warned. Link just grinned.

"You ask too much of me," he joked, helping her up. Link and Zelda approached the group near the fountain, the hero taking the lead and keeping the princess behind his body. It was almost an instinct to put himself between her and any possible threat at this point.