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Steve didn't really know what to do with the knowledge of Tim being from a different dimension. When he really thought about it, that made a lot more since than anything else they could have come up with. After all, wouldn't that dude in the black outfit be all over the news or something seeing as how the media ate up that kind of stuff? You'd think, but for once, Google had no answers to Steve's questions, which could only happen if the person he was trying to research didn't even exist in this dimension.
The super soldier studied the two kids that had popped into existence, a sick feeling pooling in his stomach. He never liked the idea of children being used as weapons of war, but it seemed that wherever Tim came from, it was a normal practice. The one wearing a mask over his eyes had a katana strapped to his back and various other weapons and gadgets that Steve wasn't entirely sure did all over his body, and he moved smoothly as a trained fighter would. The other boy in the red sweatshirt didn't look like much, but clearly there was something more to him that Steve wasn't getting. The way he talked about teleporting people, it almost seemed like he was magic or something, even if he looked thin enough to be snapped in half with one too strong hug.
Yet even as all of this bothered him, the super soldier had to admit that there was other things that needed immediate attention first. Like how apparently there was a great potential for there to be other people from Tim's dimension stranded here on accident. If that was the case, then they would have to find every single one so that they could be sent back, but that would probably prove to be harder than they want it to be. After all, the world was a big place.
Tim had changed back into his suit at this point, though when he had done it was still a mystery to Steve. To him, it was like one moment Tim was still in the sweatpants and shirt they had put on him hours before, and the next he was making sure the belts across his chest were in place. It nearly gave him whiplash trying to figure it out.
"Robin, Billy, I need you to help me make a list of everyone that was present and could possibly be in this dimension," he was saying, pulling the cowl over his face. "If we have that, then it should to easier to find their signatures and make contact with them."
"Quick question," interrupted Clint raising his hand like he was in a middle school classroom. "So traffic light is called Robin, right? So what the Hell do they call you?"
The boy's, Robin, Steve guessed he should call him, flared his nostrils, his mouth twisting into a mean scowl. "I am not a traffic light! And Red," he turned to Tim, the super soldier noticing the change in name, wondering if it had something to do with the cowl covering the top half of his face. "You're telling me that they know you're civilian identity and who I am but know yours? I thought you've moved passed your disgracefulness, but clearly I was wrong."
Tim sighed. "Look, long story short, Scarecrow somehow got to this dimension, doosed me in gas, and they found me. Apparently this strain of fear gas targets fears within memories, and because of that they all saw a lot more of my personal life than I ever wanted anyone to see. So yes, they know what your name is and not mine. And to answer your question," the cowl covered eyes stared at Clint, ignoring Robin's look of shock when he said the name 'Scarecrow'. "I'm Red Robin."
Silence filled the room for nearly a minute. No one moved, and Steve got them feeling that he was somehow missing something important. Tony and Clint both looked like they were about to bust out laughing, Wanda, Bruce and Sam had the most confused look on their faces, and like Steve, Thor and Bucky didn't seem to understand what was happening.
"Did you say... Red Robin?" Sam asked slowly. Clint howled with laughter, unable to hold himself back any longer, causing the three boys to look even more confused than Steve felt, if that was even possible. Wanda shot a glare at Clint, who didn't even notice, nearly on the floor with his arms wrapped tightly around his abdomen.
"I fail to see what it so humorous," snapped Robin, somehow narrowing his eyes behind the mask.
"Yeah, I'm kinda confused," added the boy in red, shifting from foot to foot. His skin looked paler than it had just a minute before, and to Steve he looked ready to fall asleep on his feet. He thought back to when he talked about teleporting someone, and wondered if doing that drained him of his energy. It wouldn't surprise him seeing as teleporting across dimensions couldn't be an easy feat.
Clint suddenly stood all the way up, a giant grin on his face, and said in a sing songy voice, "Reeeed Robin."
Without even looking towards the archer, Bruce immediately sang back, "yum."
With that, Clint fell back into his delirious laughing, this time rolling on the floor. Every other Avenger also seemed to be holding back some sort of chuckle, accept for Steve and Bucky and Thor, who were just looking at each other.
"I still don't understand," Tim said with an exhausted edge to his voice.
"At least we weren't too far off when we called you Pebbles," joked Tony, but he stopped when Tim gave him a glare very similar to the one Robin gave him earlier. In fact, it looked nearly the same, just copied and pasted on a different person. Did he use that term correctly? He still didn't understand all of the lingo, but he was trying to learn.
"Billy. Da- Robin. Just. Come on. I don't have time to understand what the fuck any of that meant. Or why they sung my name." And with that Tim walked out of the room, Robin following shortly after with a twisted look on his face. Billy blinked at them for a moment before quickly running to Thor, giving the demigod a giant hug. They both had a bright smile on their faces, and even when the boy pulled away and ran after the Robin(s?) Thor was still smiling.
All of the Avengers (excluding Clint, who was gasping for breath on the floor) stared at Thor and Bucky for a few long moments. "So..." Bruce trailed off, adjusting his glasses. "Are you guys going to tell us why you both were sent to a different dimension?"
Surprisingly enough, it was Bucky who answered immediately.
"An immortal villain from that dimension decided that we looked like bad guys and accidentally brought us over."