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Location: Orlando International Airport (MCO) – Private Hangar 4
Time: 12:00 PM (Noon), Friday, December 19, 2025
The Florida sun beat down on the private airfield, the heat shimmering off the tarmac. Two state-of-the-art aircraft landed simultaneously: a sleek, black Vought-branded Quinjet (a gift Ashley had been forced to coordinate) and a Javelin-class shuttle from Justice League international.
The rear ramp of the Javelin lowered first. Clark Kent (Superman) led the way, his cape fluttering in the jet wash. Behind him were Diana Prince (Wonder Woman), Barry Allen (The Flash), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), and Victor Stone (Cyborg). Trailing behind them were Superman's wife, Lois Lane and their young, perpetually moody son Jon Lane Kent.
Simultaneously, the Quinjet door opened. Steve Rogers (Captain America) stepped out, shield strapped to his back, followed by Thor (The God of Thunder), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), and Bruce Banner (Smart Hulk). The Barton family—Clint, Laura, Cooper, Lila—followed, Clint just trying to manage a normal family vacation. Wanda Maximoff, Pietro, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes rounded out the group, alongside T'Challa, and a young girl named Love, who was holding Thor's hand.
The two teams met in the middle of the tarmac, the silence between them heavier than Mjolnir.
"Captain," Clark said, extending a hand with his classic, open Superman smile.
"Superman," Steve replied, shaking it firmly, his eyes scanning the new arrivals with a tactical assessment. "Looks like we're sharing a ride."
Thor boomed a laugh that rattled the nearby baggage carts. "Hah! This 'airport' is a fine meeting hall! I sense no frost giants or dark elves, only the promise of massive consumption! My brother Loki has already claimed he can conjure a better 'Castle' than the one they have here."
Barry Allen zipped in a circle around Arthur Curry and Hal Jordan in a flash of red light. "The air traffic control here is terrible! I could have run here faster than that plane flew!"
"Then why didn't you, Flash?" Natasha Romanoff asked, her voice dry as the desert. "We had an itinerary."
Hal Jordan was already using his power ring to construct a glowing, green Mickey Mouse in the air above them. "Check it out! Green Lantern Corps, reporting for duty in the Mouse House!"
Arthur Curry just glared at a distant pond. "Why does the water smell of chlorine and not the deep ocean? And why are the fish so small?"
"Everyone calm down," Bruce Banner soothed, adjusting his sunglasses. "Tony said he sent some Vought shuttles. We just need to get to the hotel, unpack, and find the nearest a/c vent."
"We're supposed to look happy," Bucky muttered to Sam Wilson. "Ashley sent a note. It said, 'Smile for the cameras or Vought sues your past trauma.'"
"Right," Sam sighed. "Smile. Got it."
Loki, standing near the back with a bored expression, looked at Jon Kent and then at Love. "A collection of young charges. How utterly... mortal."
Suddenly, the private hangar doors opened, revealing a line of black SUVs. A very stressed Vought assistant was holding a sign that read, "AVENGERS & LEAGUE VIP SHUTTLES."
"Well, show's over," Diana Prince said, adjusting her bracelets. "Time for the mythology lesson."
Location: Orlando International Airport (MCO) – Private Tarmac
Time: 12:15 PM, Friday, December 19, 2025
The sun was relentless as the two teams moved toward the row of black, bulletproof Vought SUVs. Victor Stone (Cyborg) walked alongside Tony Stark’s designated AI interface, his arm-cannon subtly humming as he processed the sheer amount of data coming from the Disney World security grid.
"Look at this," Bucky Barnes muttered to Sam Wilson as they loaded their tactical bags into a trunk. "Sixteen-passenger capacity, built-in mini-bar, and enough armor plating to survive a direct hit from a tank. Ashley's trying too hard."
"She’s terrified, Bucky," Sam replied, watching Thor try to cram a massive suitcase of Asgardian mead into the back of a luxury SUV, nearly tipping the vehicle over. "And honestly? Looking at the biometrics coming out of the Grand Floridian, she has every right to be."
Suddenly, the encrypted satellite phone on Steve Rogers’ belt chirped—a high-pitched, frantic ringtone that Ashley Barrett had set to "Immediate Priority." At the same time, Clark Kent’s super-hearing picked up a high-frequency vibration.
"Everyone, hold on," Steve said, his voice dropping into 'Captain America' mode. He answered the call and put it on speaker.
"CAPTAIN! CLARK! WHATEVER YOU ARE!" Ashley’s voice shrieked through the speakers, sounding like she was on the verge of a full-blown stroke. "I am in the command center and Homelander is currently staring at a Monorail like he wants to see what the people inside taste like! He’s unhinged! He’s been rejected by Stark and Wayne, and he’s losing his god-complex!"
"Ashley, calm down," Clark Kent interrupted, his voice calm and firm as a mountain. "We are on our way to the hotel."
"NO! You don't understand!" Ashley sobbed, the sound of her frantic tapping on a tablet audible in the background. "I need you to... to fix him. Please. I am begging you. Tony and Bruce won't even look at him, and it's making him dangerous. If he snaps today, on Day Two, I’m going to be the CEO of a smoking crater! You’re the 'Hope' people, right? Tame him! Put him in a leash! Do whatever you 'Good Guys' do!"
Steve looked at Clark. The Man of Steel looked toward the distant horizon where the silhouette of the Contemporary Resort was just visible. His blue eyes darkened with a grim, solemn understanding. He had been hearing Homelander’s erratic, violent heartbeat for the last ten minutes.
"Ashley," Clark said, his voice resonating with an authority that made even Arthur Curry stop grumbling about the heat. "We will handle him. I will speak with John personally as soon as we arrive. He won't hurt anyone in this park. Not while we’re here."
"Oh, thank god," Ashley whimpered. "The SUVs are authorized to bypass the toll booths. Just... please. Don't let him laser the castle. It’s a landmark."
The line went dead. Steve looked at the gathered heroes. "You heard the lady. Load up. We have a 'God' to grounded."
"Hah!" Thor boomed, swinging Love into the backseat of the lead SUV. "A petty king needs a lesson in humility? I shall be happy to assist!"
"I'll handle this one, Thor," Superman said, stepping into the vehicle. "This isn't a battle. It's an intervention."
Lois looked at her husband. "Clark just be careful, Homelander is extremely unstable."
"Don't worry Lois. I can handle Homelander." Superman said.
As the SUVs peeled off the tarmac and onto the SR-417, the heavy hitters of the multiverse headed toward the Magic Kingdom, while Barry Allen simply looked out the window. "I give it twenty minutes before someone tries to race me to the parking lot."