"I don't like this, Tony," Charlie stated, calibrating the controls to allow him proper lift off and such, "Wait a minute, where do you think you're going?"

"To go rescue my friend," Tony answered, calmly, standing on the ledge of the window.

"Not without me you aren't!" she stated, coming up to him, a portal device in her hands so she could still control the suit if anything happened. She tucked that away in her pocket.

"I don't think you know what you're getting into, Charlie," Tony hesitated, "This chick... She's not just some lady from around the corner..."

"And you know that?" Charlie raised an eyebrow, "How?"

"Well, I don't know," Tony admitted, "But... This is bigger than you could imagine, Kid. Bigger than even I can imagine and you know me. I have a pretty big imagination."

"Tough," Charlie returned, "Not only do I hate the bitch, but you and I are friends. I have an obligation."

"Wow," he considered, smiling a bit, "Vengeful and dark. I think I like this side of you."

"Oh, you have no idea," Charlie replied, "Trust me when I tell you I've seen things that would make your head spin."

"Right back at'cha."

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"Dead end, Stevie," Leena grinned, watching him run into a room. A large window looked out on the city. Leena stepped into the room, her green heels clicking on the ground. Steve had seen her change her outfit before his eyes, as if she had the Abra-Tek, but he knew she refused to ever wear it. It was green, gold spirals weaving up her leggings. A sage crown sat a top her head, proudly. A cold sneer painted her lips.

"I don't understand why you're doing this!" Steve exclaimed.

"It's nothing personal, Love," she promised, "It's just that the world's mightiest heroes have a reputation. I learn from others' mistakes."

"Wh-what?" Steve demanded.

"There's a group," Leena explained, "That call themselves the Avengers. I am the one who tore them apart. I will be the bringer of the end of the Midgardians."

"Stark wasn't kidding..." Steve stared, disbelief.

"The metal man?" Leena glared, "How does he know of you all? I made careful to remove the memories of that reality."

"He... He says he has dreams," Steve answered.

"Hmm interesting," Leena considered the information, "I'll be sure to ask him about it when he arrives and sees your bloodied corpse lain across the carpets, Captain... It's about time you see stars."

She was stopped from saying anything further when ACDC started blasting in the room's speakers, making them all pause.

"Not so fast, Princess," a familiar voice came through the speakers. Something smashed through the window and both occupants covered their heads to keep any glass from hitting their face. Looking up, a man stood there in a red and yellow suit, a redhead beside him.

"I don't think I can let you do that."

"Mister Stark?" Steve looked at him, slightly surprised.

Tony smirked beneath his mask, "Captain."