[Flashback Through the Eyes of ???]

"Here's to the crazy ones." They said.

I looked up at their face, watching a glimmer of hope flash across their features.

They took my hand, pointing to the streets where things burned and smoked, where people screamed and cried. Everything was beginning to step into the stage of ruin, where loved ones were lost and friends fell to death's grip.

But they still stood here. It was usually me, taking the lead and encouraging them but today, they stood tall. Proud and with the aura of leadership.

"The misfits." They continued, gesturing to me and them. "The rebels. The troublemakers."

"The round pegs in square holes!" I added, catching on. They nodded with a brief smile.

"The ones who see things differently," they agreed. "We're not fond of rules, see, and have no respect for the status quo."

I closed my eyes. "You can quote us, disagree with us, glorify or vilify us."

"About the only thing you can't do is ignore us."

"Because we change things." I said.

"We push the human race forward." They ruffled my black hair, staring into my dark blue eyes. "And while some may see us as the crazy ones, others see genius."

"Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world," we said it together this time, grinning and starting to run in the direction of destruction.

"Are the ones who do."

Laughing we took off together, running into the heat of battle. They stayed at my side, tossing me a Chitauri weapon, and firing a substance at the enemy.

We were the crazy ones. We were the misfits.

The rebels. The troublemakers.

The round pegs in square holes.

We were the ones who saw things differently.

We weren't fond of rules, and we had no respect for the status quo.

You could quote us, disagree with us or vilify us.

But the one thing you can't do is ignore us.

Because we change things.

We push the human race forward.

And while some see us as the crazy ones, others see genius.

Because...
The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world...

Are the ones who do.

I threw my weight at another Chitauri, firing off curses and insults my parents would've cautioned me against. But it didn't matter. Their life and mine were at stake. We rose and fell together.
And, it was okay.

Whatever happened today?

I had no plans tomorrow night.

***

[Back in the Vision (from previous chapter)]

When had he left?

You didn't know.

Somehow, in the thick smog and smoke, the Devil had left you.
Left you for dead.

The town was no longer in view, the people had successfully escaped. Of course, you knew the people had only been bait. Bait to draw you in. And the worst part was that it'd worked.

In Converse's place were demon dragons. Created from the black smog, most likely, made to hunt you down. He had other things to attend to no doubt, so they took his place and waited for you to make your move.

They circled around in the clouds, screaming and roaring.

Up close they most certainly looked like any dragon. Wings, tail, feet and claws. But their eyes...their eyes were a blood red hue. Trained on your form like lasers of a sniper, the trigger just begging to be pulled. Their teeth also were strange, some being like that of gnarled daggers and yet others were pointedly straight and sharp, jutting into the roof of their mouth.

Yep, definitely didn't want to tangle with those.

That's when you got a very clever idea. Words, touching the edge of your brain, waiting to be spoken. And you smiled.

Amplifying your voice through the vision, you jumped onto a rock and shouted out to the dragon forms, hoping that somehow, the Myrkur could hear the words as well.

"Sorry, sorry, I got sidetracked. Hello, Vision-y Whatever The Hell This Is! Whoever takes the Ice Box takes the world! But, bad news everyone, 'cause guess who? Ha!" Only the demon dragons flew on and you frowned.
"Except, you lot, you're all whizzing about...it's really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because," you shouted even louder, still frowning, "I AM TALKING!"

They stopped in their tracks, eyeing you warily. You huffed.

"That's better. Now, question for the hour is, 'Who's got the Ice Box?' Answer: I do, 'cause it's me. Next question: 'Who's coming to try and take me down?" You gestured widely towards all the dragons, starting to grin again. "Come on, look at me! No plan, no backup, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else I don't have: anything to lose!

"So! If you're sitting up there in your silly little vision clouds with all your silly little demon dragon friends, and you've got any plans on taking the Ice Box down tonight, just remember who's standing in your way! Remember every black day I've ever escaped from anyone's grip, and then, AND THEN! Do the smart thing."

You paused and raised your arms high, letting your voice die down to normal.

"Let somebody else try first."

Everything was silent for many moments, and you could have heard a pin drop in the silence. Then all the demons looked at one other, screeched between themselves, and every single one flew away, into the mist and gone for, (hopefully), a long long time.

Hopping off the rock, you attempted another grin, talking to yourself. "That'll keep them squabbling for at least half an hour." So for a while you walked, wondering when this vision would end, when your body began to lose its bone density.

Should you have been worried? Yes.
But you recognised the feeling, and knew it well, thanks to Wanda.

You were finally exiting the vision.

Light extended from your fingertips, glowing from your hands and when you opened your mouth, more poured out through the air. Almost like a Time Lord regenerating, you thought with an inside laugh.

Your body began to shrink, stretch, and with one last burst of light, left the ghost town of Vision of ... Well. Somewhere.

***

"Hey!"

The kid didn't turn.

"Hey!" You called out again, waving for his attention.

Still nothing. What an ignorant lil-.

"HEY KID!"

He spun, head turning left and right for the person calling out to him. You jogged up, breathing hard. In short, that forest didn't portray a very friendly image past sundown.

And with luck, you'd found this kid, taking a stroll through this city.

"What -ah whew- what day is it?" You asked, hands on your knees.

The kid raised an eyebrow. "Why? You get lost or somethin'?"

"Something like that. But really, what day is it?"

"It's the fifth of February." He replied. "(2016 -or whatever year in the Marvel universe it is-)."

You nodded, and then pretended to get super excited. "Oh my god! Bloody hell! Yes!" You grabbed his shoulders and shook him ecstatically, grinning from ear to ear. "It worked! It freaking worked!" You took his hand and high-fived it, dashing away.

Then you returned, laughing at your own joke way too hard and his confused expression. "I-I'm kidding kid. I'm no time traveler. I've just had a rough day." You hesitated, thinking about that and corrected yourself. "Well, few days. Well, few weeks. Well, few months."

The kid nodded, raising a hand to shush you. "I get it. You wanted to have some fun." He offered a grin. "But really, whadda want?"

"I am actually a bit lost." You admitted. "What state is this?"

"Washington."

Dammit. Back in Washington again.
"Washington," you said, "that's wonderful."

It was quiet for a while, a cricket chirping through the stillness. He spoke again.

"So, you need some help, or something? You seem a bit out of it."

You got down in his face, peering into his brown eyes and stared hard. He was interesting. And interested. Too interested. "A strange person runs from the forest, plays a small joke, and wonders for the day and you stand here, not a bit frightened and ask them if they need help. You're a brave kid. But I see the distant look in your eyes. Something is bothering you; something scares the hell out of you. Maybe we can help each other, hmm?"

The boy bit his lip before responding.

"There's..." He took a deep breath. "There's someone in the depths of my wall...someone who whispers to me...through...the wall." He choked on the sentence after that, perhaps a tear threatening his right eye. "(Ms/Mr), there's a demon in my wall."

You stood and grinned, "well what's your name, brave boy? I'm the Ice Box. You can call me Ice."

"Caster. Caster Kane."

"Caster Kane. Good name. Okay, Caster. Let's go see about that demon in your wall."

Both of you walked a ways down the road, ending up before a two story house with a rather neatly kept front yard. The house itself was a regular light green, and the grass only blended in. Caster led the way up the porch steps, opening the door up quietly.

"My parents are out," he whispered, and pointed to the SUV in the driveway. "My uncle is staying at home to watch me, but he falls asleep. A lot."

At a snails pace, you crept up the stairs after the assumed fourteen year old, entering a doorframe and a white-walled room. A bed resided in the corner, a few toys were littered across the floor.

Caster slipped to the one non-decorated wall and put his ear to the white paint. He waved a hand for you to come over as well. You followed suit, sitting down and placing your ear against the wall.

"Hisssssss.....ICE.....hisssssss.....thy.....kingdom.....come.....hisssss.....thyyyyyy!.....hiss.....KINGDOM! CcccooMMeeee.....hissss." It grew louder in pitch, almost singing now. "I...wanted...hissss...to...hisssssss! End...the...world...hisss. But....I'll....settle....for....ending....YOURS!"

Together you jumped away from the wall, looking at one another in horror.

"So that's your so called demon, eh, Caster?" You tapped the wall, and the voice behind grew super loud, like a scream.

"THY KINGDOM COME! Hiiiiiiissssssssss!"

"What's the hissing noise?" Caster asked, frowning.

"I don't know. But I do think that that voice is a teleportation field broken in two. Someone is either whispering/screaming those words all the time, or they recorded it, just to scare the heck out of you. They know it reaches here. But let's see if they know I'm listening now..." Then you turned to the boy, and ruffled his brown hair. "Caster?"

He glanced at you. "Yeah?"

"You know when grown-ups say everything is going to be alright and you know they're lying?"

"Yes."

You held out your hand. "Everything's going to be alright."

Spinning around, you shot ice at the wall and heard a muffled 'woah!' from Caster behind you as the wall spilt, then cracked under pressure as you continued to attack it. Finally, when frost drifting through the room, the air long gone cold, the wall almost exploded.

Hiding Caster behind your frame, you protected him from the shards of wood and insulation that flew from the wall. When you looked up, the hole yawned before you both and you gulped.

"Well. That was interesting."

Then more words blasted from the rift, and you hoped beyond hope that they wouldn't awake Caster's uncle if they hadn't already. So you sealed it with ice, just in case.

Yet it wasn't enough to to stop the other words that spurred forth.

"ICEEEEE! hisssss? I'll settle....for.....hisss....ending....hiss! Yoursssss.....!"

Caster frowned even more, watching the ice spread and seal the hole. "Ice? Are they talking about you?"

Your eyes widened and you let go of Caster's hand, whacking yourself in the forehead twice while spinning in circles. "No! Ohhhh I am missing so much! That voice! Oh god Lord help us! I know that voice! It's Converse! Of course, how could I forget? He'll get to me any way he can!"

"Converse?"

"Yes, ah-"

"Friend of yours?"

You looked at Caster, too lost in your thoughts really process the question. "Friend?"

"Oh, I mean, uh, enemy."

"Yes! Enemy of mine."

His face screwed up in thought and he nodded. "Which one?"

"Oh...how do I explain this?" You whacked your forehead again. "The Devil." You started. "Some call him the Devil in Converse. Well. Most call him the Devil in Converse. He's the ring leader, boss, soul taker and rule maker - whatever floats your boat, buddy - of this organisation called Demons Run. He wants me; heaven knows why. Wants to get revenge or something, hard to explain but it's a deeper setting of fate. Probably wants to rule the world. I dunno, but I'm going to stop him."

Your little friend pretended to look interested and that's when the question came out. "So...Ice?"

You faced him, giving your complete attention. "Uh huh?"

"If you're going somewhere...to um...get rid of this guy..."

"Yeah, Casper?"

His face got right in yours and he squinted, poking the ice on the wall in awe at somehow the same time, managing to multitask.

"Can I come?"

***

[Deep Inside Demons Run]

Smash.

"HOW?!"

Bang.

His howl grew louder.

"HOW DID THEY KNOW?!"

In a rage he rushed around, fists smashing into tables, chairs.
Walls held dents, and the rugs were scuffed.

"I. Want to know...HOW!"

When he quieted down, and flopped into a swivel chair that remained undistorted, he spun left for almost half an hour. "Humph. I should've been able to use that for years to come. That boy should've been on my side...." A pause. "I'll teach them a lesson, then."

Reaching over, his bloody and bruised hands claimed a worth leather book. It's edges seemed scarred, and it was clear the pages were torn in many places. Yet this mad man handled it with a crazed care, holding it in his shaky hands like it was gold.

"This is our story." He muttered. "This is how it began," he said, flipping open to the very first yellowed page, and then tearing to the last, "this is how it will end."

He cackled then, throwing his head back into a real insane laugh.

"I don't need to know how." The Devil laughed more. "They will lose when it's all over. I won't need to care about this one uncover. Besides, I have more planned then just this. I'd be a fool to care out this."

Converse jumped to his feet, righting fallen chairs and placing pieces of wood and such in piles for clean up. Then he turned, facing a bookcase on his left. But it wasn't just any book case, for it was almost empty save two other books about the same size as the first.

He grinned. He smiled. He almost sang out loud.

His plan was perfect. No matter how much they delved, no matter how hard they thought, they were always in the palm of his hand. Always a sitting duck.

Always caught in his trap.

Dashing back to Master Plan Book 1, the Devil sat down once more. He read through one of his penned chapters and then snapped it shut.

"Quaint tale of mine, wouldn't you say?"

A voice spoke from the dark, one no one else remembered or even cared about. A man in a black suit and no tie, blue light shining in his eyes.

"Yes, Master."

"I think it's time to pen the next chapter, don't you?"

"Yes, Master."

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A/N:

So many bloody references I think I might die oh wait I'm already dead

But, woah this actually has reads do I laugh do I cry

Did you like my edited Eleventh Doctor - The Pandorica Opens - speech? I didn't have any idea how to start this chapter at first and that just sort of came to me and yeah I'm such a nerd can you tell

Also, if you caught any other references, (because there are a whole lot more), then let me know because I like all you mates out there who are also geeks like hey look it's another one of me

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