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The sun became darkened, the moon had become red and the stars winked, one by one, from the sky. They had been dead for ages now. Only recently did the final rays shine and fade from Earth. Time was ended.
"Tony, you gotta come see this." Bruce said. "I may be wrong, but I think we're seeing a black hole!"
The Iron Man rolled his eyes. "Banner, I think you can be quite assured that we're not seeing a black hole."
"Instruments don't often lie Tony. Whatever it is it's got one hell of a mass! What's your take Steve?.....Steve? Hey, where'd Cap run off too?" Banner said.
"I have no clue Bruce but he was buck-ass naked-look." He pointed to the heap of Steve Rogers uniform and vibranium shield.
Tony and Bruce watched the sky as it grew dark grey and nearly black in places. Lightening flashed. Thunder roared. Thor wasn't around so it had naught to do with him.
Tony and Bruce watched as baseball sized hail fell from the sky, intermingled with sulfur and flames. They watched as people became replaced by empty piles of clothing.
Tony turned to say something to Bruce and was stopped short. "What in hell is that and....why don't I have one?"
Bruce poked from the inside at the bubble-like forcefield surrounding his body. He couldn't leave it, apparently.
Down on Broadway a strange event unfurled. From the dark gloom the skies parted and myriads of winged creatures followed a man as they descended to the Earth. Steve was there and just as disoriented as every other raptured being. He was too flumoxed to ask questions and too overwhelmed to do anything but follow. He'd been raised a believer. He had faith. He was saved. But at that moment he had no clue exactly what all was included...or implied. The only question he'd dared ask what he assumed to be an angel, was, "Is this...it? What am I now?"
The angel answered without sparing him so much as a glance. "You are one of the remnant of 144,000 souls bought from the Earth. Roughly speaking, you are a fellow King and Priest with Christ. Congratulations. You're a rung up on the heavenly food chain, part of a group second only to The Father and Christ himself. You have fun with that!" Then the angel laughed mirthlessly and flew off.
All over New York piles of clothes replaced people, some people were inside protective forcefields and others had no forcefield and hadn't been raptured.
Everyone, however, was confused.
Two men slowly approached each other on Broadway. On the one side was a nondescript man who wore blue jeans, a t-shirt, denim jacket and a cheerfully insane grin and shaggy blonde hair. Lucifer this one was called. His legions followed. Some were so beautiful you couldn't believe it and some were so ugly you couldn't believe it.
From the other side approached a similar looking man-a twin. Dressed the same but this one was somber of face and the graveness of all creation rest upon his brow. Christ this one was, the man named Jesus. They drew nearer. Lucifer chuckled. "So...the lamb really does lie down on Broadway!"
They stood two feet apart. It was a gunfight with no guns. Minutes passed. Lucifer finally leaned over and spoke in conspiratorial tones, "Brother....do you, or do you not....have my back?"
Silenced reigned. No myriad behind Jesus spoke. Some so beautiful you couldn't believe it and some so hideous you couldn't believe it.
Five minutes passed.
Slowly, Jesus reached his hand out. Lucifer took it into his own and shook it.
And then Lucifer stood side by side next to Jesus and both legions and myriads parted like the red Sea for the two brothers as they began to march slowly upward as if gravity was their plaything. Because it was, really.
"I have no clue what's going on here, but I have my suspicions." Tony said. "Jarvis? Suit please." Tony stood as his virtual servant carried out it's robotic commands. He dashed through his foyer and barely registered Pepper pressing against her bubble as if to escape. "Um, Tony, could you?.....um...yeah. Okay." She sighed and shrugged as she continued to puzzle over her forcefield.
Tony flew upward, dodging angels-and hitting some as he sought out Cap. If anyone knew anything about this shit it was Steve. He stopped in midair as a strange thing befell the earth and it's inhabitants. It were as if light from the center of the planet flowed outward. Everything was crystalline in appearance and invisible. "This shits not right." Tony muttered to no one in particular.
"I am merely your humble servant. I do not deign to understand what is or is not going on here." Jarvis said, although no one asked.
"Yeah, yeah, thanks for pointing out the obvious, Jarvis." Tony said.
Tony peered down as he passed and caught a sight he never expected: Thor, along with Loki, and Heimdall as well. He decided a brief pitstop was in order. "Thor! What are you doing here? And what's he doing with you?"
"There's no need to be coy. It's obvious you mean me." Loki said (although no one asked)in his best bored, slash, offended tone.
"It would appear your world is having it's Ragnarok." Thor said.
"But why are you three here?" Tony puzzled.
"The Allfather has exiled us. Why? We do not know." Heimdall said. Tony sighed. He eyed them, all three. He had his misgivings about Loki but now was not the time to split hairs. "Just...." he scratched at his armored head as if it were his own. "Ah, crap. Just go. All three of you. Get to the tower. Keep an eye on him!" he pointed at Loki who only shrugged and flashed his most delighted and brilliant smile. "No need to offend. I promise to behave. And I may even have that drink you offered me a few years ba-"
"Stay away from my liquor cabinet. I've changed my mind you narcissistic dilattante."
Thor ran toward Stark Tower with Heimdall and Loki in tow as Iron Man went to find bigger fish to fry.