Avengers: Nine Realms, Six Infinity Stones And I Still Can't Find What I Want

Plot: Hello boys and girls, welcome to the semi-final Jumpchain in our poorly misunderstood SI's adventures. As the title might've already told you, he's off to the Marvel Cinematic Universe! Rated M, just to be safe.

New York, where the crimes run rampant and the egos run high.

What a beautiful, shit-hole, of a city.

I thought I'd been done with everything. I thought I'd been through enough. I thought I'd finally found the secret to ending this long miserable cycle.

Evidently, my Batman gambit didn't work.

With all the magic J.K Rowling's world possessed, ending the cycle of reincarnation still hadn't been possible.

So here I was... Back again.

I let out a long sigh. The running sea of water way down beneath me almost uninterrupted in its movement. Every so often crashing into the Statue of Liberty without effect.

Evidently, I'd been brought back into perhaps the most modern age yet. The closest thing to what I'd come from-

For a moment, I'd thought I'd been given a new lease on my original life, a moment that was unceremoniously shattered when I'd read the newspaper clipping in the morning.

I was currently sat on top of Lady Liberty's scepter- Or what remained of it at any rate.

I may or may not have broken the tip of it in a fit of anger.

I was pretty sure that was illegal.

Regardless, it seems I'd been brought to the turning point in the Marvel universe, or rather its cinematic counterpart, given Tony Stark had waited years in the comics before revealing himself.

I... didn't have a clue as to what I was supposed to do.

I knew well enough the world would survive whatever came at it. Knew enough that Thanos would in the end be defeated.

There wasn't much point to me being around.

Hell, I hadn't even been thrown into a character from the world. For all intents and purposes, I was a nobody without any influence in a world long past its foundational stage.

I wasn't a villain, nor was I a hero.

I idly focused a hint of the energy running through my veins, confirming the fact I'd come back with some of my powers intact... But for all that was there... I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with it. A small part of me even considering going complete villain, just for the hell of it... Maybe that might bring back a spark of fun?

Another part considered flinging myself all the way down, my guard non-existent, though even if it worked, It'd just end in me been flung into another universe... Or the more plausible result- I'd get really fucking wet for no reason.

Another part considered going to Asgard and bitch-slapping a certain frost giant for being a dick. Though that ran the risk of me attracting and keeping Thor's attention.

Odin would probably just try smiting me, failing, and catching his attention as well.

I let out another long sigh, my attention turning to focus on the propulsion sounds getting eerily close.

Turning my gaze, I found one Iron Man slowly floating up before me.

"Most people just visit the Statue of Liberty, they don't try to climb it."

I shrugged in response, turning my gaze back to the startlingly bright city.

"Which by the way is a crime."

"Didn't climb. Flew up here." The lie came out rather easily.

"Mini jetpack? Who's your sponsor?"

"Sure," I remarked.

"Never heard of 'em."

I idly picked up one of the broken pieces of the Liberty's scepter and flung it into the ocean in response.

"Look at that, you've committed another crime." Tony Stark deadpanned, promptly lowering himself into a seating position on Liberty's crown.

"You know? You were one of my favorite heroes growing up." I stated nonchalantly, keeping my gaze away.

"Must've been a hell of a growth spurt, I've only just made the Iron Man suit. Or did you just love the whole weapons of mass murder phase?"

"Bit of both."

"That's worrying."

"And I am not a kid, I am older than you, Stark."

"Read the news I see."

"Older than this city in fact."

"What's your secret? Pilates? Yoga? Super Soldier?"

"Stupidity."

"I'll tell my graduation class the good news."

He was fast, I'll admit. The man's wit seemed to run on vibranium with how he seemed to have an instant response for damn near everything.

"Seriously kid-" I leveled a stare at him, though given his helmet was on I couldn't quite tell what he was thinking. "Alright, old man. What's got you down? And if you really want people to believe that, you should stop the moisturizer treatment you got going. Need a few more wrinkles."

I opened my mouth to respond.

"Oh, actually, think you could send me the product? I know a few senators who could use it."

"I'll keep that in mind." I sighed, laying my head back on the giant scepter rubble.

"How'd you break the stick?"

"Fist."

The man whistled.

"You fisted the Statue Of Liberty? I am not sure if that's actually against the law- Noone's done that before."

"I'll be sure to put it down on my CV." I snorted.

"Seriously, what's your secret?"

"Ask Bruce Banner, might have a few tips for you."

"I'll pass then, don't like the whole green part. Doesn't go well with the suit."

"Neither does the red."

"I take offense to that."

"Good to know, Stark."

The two of us settled into a momentary lull of silence, my own gaze still set on the city ahead, while Stark seemed set on appraising me for some reason.

"You said, heroes. Plural. Any others I should know about?"

"Wait a few years, I am sure you'll meet them."

"...What, you can see the future too? Or did someone beat me to time-travel?"

I smiled, turning to look him in the helmet.

"Bit of both."

"Now I know you're shitting me."

I snorted.

"Speaking of shit. Does the suit-"

"Don't even go there."

"Noted."

"And yes."

My expression twitched the slightest, a nauseating feeling filtering through before it disappeared at Starks sudden laugh.

"Kidding. Might need to add one in though, for emergencies."

I promptly stood up, for as fun as this was, I figured I might as well start-up on my search for un-immortality? Remortality? Whatever you'd call it. I figured the Infinity stones were a good start? Or maybe a certain supreme sorceress?

Maybe that was why I'd been sent here?

"Need a hand?"

"I'll pass. Who knows what you've been up to with it."

"I was kidding."

"I am sure you were."

Turning ahead, I could practically hear the sudden rise in warning for Iron man given the way he suddenly flew up, no doubt assuming I was about to take a dive.

The moment he flew up, right in front of me, I let out another snort.

"Say, that palladium core you got going on-" His flawless maneuverability promptly took a hitch as what I assume was surprise filtered through his hidden expression. "-I am sure you've noticed the- uh detrimental effects?"

"...What about it?"

"You found the Stark Expo project your father designed yet? The table- uh thing?"

"How do you know about that?" It was surprising how quick his tone seemed to shift from indifference to worry and what I assume was mild paranoia. Also surprising how he instantly knew what I was referring to.

I'd figured given his shown history with the man, it would've at least taken him a moment.

"I'll take that as a yes. Why don't you ask Jarvis to give you a hand in rediscovering that element? That Stark Expo board is a good place to start. Might do your core some good." I finished, giving the man a grin before turning around on the spot, leaning my body into a running stance, and promptly shot off the scepter, my body quickly breaking the sound barrier as my legs visibly shook at the force I'd exerted.

I was pretty sure I'd broken a few bones doing so...

And the rest of the Liberty's scepter for that matter.

Whoops.