“Walter, we’re trapped!” Becca squeaked, clutching Walter’s shoulder. “We can’t fight them!”

“You should have thought of that before you tried breaking in!” deduced J2, as he quickly aimed a punch right for Eye-Scream. Walter quickly jumped to the side and narrowly missed the punch, as both he and Becca fell to the floor.

“Bluestreak, get in here!” Stinger shouted, looking at her idle teammate. Bluestreak stood, unmotivated by the battle. These were her teammates…but why didn’t she care anymore? American Dream had changed and the Avengers weren’t what she remembered. This wasn’t what she signed up for.

 Stinger quickly shrunk to her insect form and began flying towards Spectra. Before she could shoot a blast of energy at her, Becca quickly swatted her with a strong slap, sending her flying into the gate.

“Stinger!” J2 yelled, running towards Becca. He lifted his arms into the air and prepared to slam them into Becca’s small form. Walter and Becca’s eyes widened in shock as Eye-Scream quickly leaped atop Becca.

“Walter! No, what are you doing?!”

“I hope this works!” Eye-Screamed grabbed Becca’s arm and closed his eyes and suddenly both of them turned into an ice cream puddle. It bolted in another direction just as J2’s slam hit the ground, cracking the very earth in its wake. Walter and Becca suddenly reformed from the ice cream puddle.

“You…turned me into ice cream…!?” Becca shouted, as she got to her feet. “That was the most disgusting feeling I’ve ever had in my life.”

“What a half-ass thank you, Skittles,” Eye-Scream retorted as he too, got to his feet. Sabreclaw quickly leaped into the air and jumped Eye-Scream, slashing at his costume. The claws quickly destroyed the fabric and began to pierce his skin. “Damnit!”

“Stop that!” Becca shouted. Her skin began to shift into multiple colors and her pupils curled into the back of her head. A yellow aura appeared around her hands as the clothes around Sabreclaw seemed to animate him into the air, as if someone had picked him up and was dangling him by the collar. She then waved her arm forward, sending Sabreclaw’s body flying into American Dream’s, knocking them both to the ground.

J2 suddenly rushed towards Becca, knocking her away with a quick nudge, sending her into a tree. She landed with a quick thud, falling to the ground unconscious. Walter’s eyes couldn’t help but stay transfixed on his friend.

“BECCA!” Walter yelled, running toward her. J2 instinctively followed him, trying to scoop him up with his hands to throw him, but Walter turned his feet into ice cream just as J2’s hands connected, letting him pass through the goop like water. “Becca, answer me…! No, you asshole what the hell did you do?!”

Walter knelt down to Becca and slowly placed his hand at the back of her head, “Becca, c’mon. Don’t do this, don’t do this.”

J2 quickly saw the opening he needed to charge a final strong punch.

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Home World…

Eddie Canon swiftly landed in the middle of a dense forest. He had been flying for as long as he’d remembered. Days seemingly had passed, but he knew it couldn’t have been that long. Walking to a nearby river, Eddie knelt down to drink some water, breathing in the fresh air of the human-less forest.

“I should just stay here,” he said to himself, looking at the trees blow gently in the wind, “But that wouldn’t end it, would it…?”

Eddie awaited an answer and suddenly his eyes sparked, “Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Your angst annoys the shit out of me.”

Eddie shook his head, regaining control, “I’m…I’m sick of this! I don’t want you in me anymore! I don’t want to kill anymore!”

Suddenly, electrical energy crackled around Eddie’s body. He fell to the ground, his eyes glowing.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be around anymore. Eddie was always too weak…I think it’s time the Host took over full time.”

Eddie’s body erupted in energy as he bolted into the sky, leaving a crater of earth where he once stood.

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“Stop it!”

Bluestreak ran in front of J2’s swinging fist as he quickly saw his friend and avoided the punch, toppling over and tripping over his foot. He fell to the ground with a large thud, shaking the ground in turn.

“Bluestreak, what are you doing?” American Dream asked.

Bluestreak shook her head, “I think we’ve hurt them enough. No need to finish them like they’re Ultron or something.”

“They attempted to break into our mansion,” American Dream stated, “Are you disobeying an order from me?”

“Yeah, I am. I don’t think these guys mean any harm,” Bluestreak said, still blocking Eye-Scream and Spectra. Bluestreak grabs both Eye-Scream and Spectra and tosses them over her shoulders as she rushes in Super Speed into the mansion. Darting passed stairways and hallways, the trio suddenly find themselves in a large metallic room.

“Whaa…what was…what?” Eye-Scream says, as Bluestreak tosses him to the ground as he tries to make sense of what just occurred.

“Well? You want that stupid feather right? There it is,” Bluestreak says, placing Spectra gently onto the ground. Eye-Scream takes a quick look in front of him and says a red feather inside what appears to be a computer console. “I’ll bide you some time to grab the feather and go.”

Eye-Scream looks up at Bluestreak, “Why are you doing this?"

Bluestreak manages a quick smile, “I guess I’m a sucker for cute guys with shitty powers.” Spectra suddenly begins to flutter her eyes as Walter kneels down to her.

“Skittles!” Walter shouts, grabbing Becca’s face and giving her a huge smooch on her cheek. “Don’t you ever get thrown into a tree again.”

“…ugggh…” Becca says, somewhat dazed, “But Walter…it’s so tempting…” She sarcastically remarks as he grabs her in for a quick hug. “What’s she doing here…and where are we?”

“I hear them coming, guys! Grab the feather and go!” Bluestreak yells.

“But what about you?” Eye-Scream asks, “Won’t they send you to like…the Vault or something? For helping a cruddy one-time villain take a feather?” He jumps towards the computer console and grabs the feather. Almost on cue, a portal appears nearby.

“Could always use some excitement,” she says, “It’s always been boring around here, hah!”

Spectra rushes toward the portal, “Walter, let’s get out of here!” She quickly runs in as it sucks her in almost immediately. Walter takes a look back at Bluestreak and then the portal.

“Damn my sex deprived self!” Walter shouts. He runs towards Bluestreak and tosses her over his shoulder, “Adventure time!”

“What are you doing?!”

Walter quickly runs into the portal with Bluestreak as it promptly closes.

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Oblivion’s Reality…

Eye-Scream, Spectra and Bluestreak suddenly landed with a thud. As they regained their composure, their eyes darted around wherever it is they had landed. Completed darkness surrounded all around them, except for the fact that they could see each other perfectly fine.

“What is she doing here…?” Spectra asked, pointing to Bluestreak rather confused.

“That’s a good question,” Bluestreak said, looking at Eye-Scream. “But where is here?”

“I couldn’t let her get caught up in our problem with whatever her reality would’ve dealt her. But kudos on your reality not being post-apocalyptic, was totally expecting that,” Eye-Scream said, placing his arm around her shoulder, “Besides, she called me cute, I don’t get that too often. I gotta kidnap my ladies to get them to like me!”

“Is he always this cheerful, even in a room completely filled with shadows?” Bluestreak asks Spectra, looking at her with her eyebrow raised.

Spectra folds her arms, “I’m sure he’d crack a joke if we were at a funeral.”

“Now, Skittles, please. You know I’d wait until after the funeral was over.” Before Eye-Scream could continue, the feather in his hand suddenly begins to hover in the air and towards a two glowing green eyes.

“Excellent work, Eye-Scream. It seems you got help on your way.” Oblivion hand remains open, the feather idly hovering above his palm, “You did well.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But what’s this about you PLACING the feather there yourself. What the hell am I getting myself into, ‘Blivy?”

The feather suddenly disappears from Oblivion’s palm. “I know nothing of this.”

“What are you talking about? American Dream said a guy named Oblivion gave her the feather about a week back,” Bluestreak retorted.

“I will call upon you again for the next feather.”

“No, you won’t,” Eye-Scream says, stepping toward Oblivion, “I wanna know what’s going on.”

“Are you breaking the deal, Walter Goodwill? The deal we made?”

“Walter…don’t be so hasty…he doesn’t seem like a guy to break deals with.” Becca states, looking at Oblivion intently.

Walter shakes his head, “Yeah, I am.”

“Then face the consequences.” Oblivion suddenly snapped his figures as Walter, Becca and Bluestreak disappeared.