A/N: *Looks at reviews from the last version* *blinks in surprise* Well then... That support was unexpected. Hopefully, this version will be better and equally as entertaining. Again, I don't have a beta-reader so please point out any mistakes. Also, technically speaking, this is not an MST story, rather, I have given brief descriptions of the event and sometimes dialogue with reactions inserted within them.

And yes, for the first few chapters, a lot of reactions will be familiar if you read the last version (maybe. At the writing of this I've only written the first chapter,) but everything from Guardians introduction and onwards will be original reactions. I apologise for any major similarities to other fanfics that are like this one.

Disclaimer: I do not own "The Avengers", "Guardians of the Galaxy" or "Avengers: Infinity War"; They belong to Marvel, Marvel Studios, Disney and their respective creators.

Natasha sat up, rubbing her head in an attempt to relieve the pain that was quickly disappearing. What happened? She thought, eyes still screwed shut. The last thing she remembered was getting ready to spar with Clint and then…

Forcing her eyes open, the spy immediately noticed took in where she was and who was with her. The other five Avengers, Fury, two Africans, a man wearing a blue tunic, a teenager and a human with no particular outstanding feature. She got up wearily, briefly taking in her surroundings while the other nine people regained conscious.

"Where… Where are we?" Tony groaned, being the last Avenger to open his eyes.

Fury and Clint help Natasha look around for an exit, but to no success. They couldn't even find a vent, despite the slightly cool, air-conditioned air in the room.

"It appears to be a movie theatre," Natasha said as they made their way back.

The theatre had seating for fifty people; five rows with ten seats each. About twenty metres away from the front row, a massive screen—probably used for IMAX—took up the wall. Everyone was currently in the space between the screen and seats.

They looked around confused, also taking in the other people with them.

"I think we should wake them up," Bruce suggested.

"And what if they're a threat?" Fury said.

"Well, what's the worst that could happen? We've got no weapons and they don't either. Hopefully," Tony replied, nonchalantly.

But they needn't have worried; The others were already waking up. First, it was the two Africans who caught the Avengers off guard.

"Mzalwana, yintoni... Siphi thina?" Shuri asked.

T'Challa looked around and upon noticing the Avengers, he put a protective hand on his sister's shoulder. "Wait, Captain?'

Steve looked at him oddly. "You talking to me?" After a nod of confirmation, he continued. "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

This time it was T'Challa's turn to look confused. Even Shuri couldn't hide her surprise.

"He's T'Challa…" Shuri said.

"The heir to the Wakandan throne," Fury clarified.

"He's not the heir…" She noticed the warning look from her brother, then changed what she was saying. "I'm Shuri."

"Is that name supposed to mean anything?" Thor boomed out.

"Princess of Wakanda and leader of Wakanda's scientific division."

"Scientific division? You're not supposed to have one; You're a struggling third-world country," Natasha said.

Shuri's face forms into one of anger and moves forward to strike the spy. "Third-world!? Do you watch the news? Wakanda came out—"

"Shuri, wait," T'Challa stopped her, placing an arm on her shoulder. "It is quite odd…"

"What's odd?" Steve asks.

"The fact that you look like you're not trying to kill each other?" The man in the blue tunic said, having woken up.

The Avengers give each other a look. Why would we want to try to kill each other? Went through each of their heads.

"Why would we—"

"Let's table that, shall we?" T'Challa intervened. "The thing is, where are we?"

"And how did we get here?" Tony added.

"There are no exits," Natasha noted.

"And we have no weapons," Clint added.

Stephen attempted to create a pair of shields, only to get questioned on who he was and what he was doing. "Doctor Stephen Strange. And it also appears that magic doesn't work here either."

"Magic?" An overly chirpy voice called out. The teenager had gotten up and joined the group. "Oh, hey Mr Stark. Wait, Captain America?"

"Ok," Tony stopped the teenager. "I can understand… Shuri, was it? Third-world country or not, wherever we are, obviously a scientist might be needed. But you, kid? Who are you?"

Peter just gave his mentor an odd look. "Peter… Parker…"

A thought came to Stephen. "Wait, what's the last date you remember?"

"January 4th, 2014," Steve answered without missing a beat.

Everyone who was awake, apart from the Avengers and Fury, "ohhed" at this revelation. They were all saved from the awkward silence that would soon follow, as the last person woke up. However, it wasn't the human who spoke. It was a racoon.

"Where the hell are we?"

Since no one was expecting this, most people jumped in shock but everyone turned around to face the human and racoon.

"Did… Did that racoon just speak?" Tony asked in shock. Shuri just nodded in response.

"He's… He's not a racoon. Don't get him started," the human said. It took Quill a moment to realize he was surrounded in other humans. "Huh? Who are you?"

"More Terrans? One's enough," Rocket muttered.

And so everyone properly introduced themselves. Stephen, Peter (Parker), Shuri and T'Challa kept the fact that they were from February of 2018 a secret.

"So… What are we supposed to do now?" Bruce asked, not expecting an answer.

"That's a good question, Banner!" A voice came out of nowhere. Everyone looked around looking for the source of the voice, but because of the speakers, it was hard to pinpoint. "I understand that you are probably very confused and wish to know how you got to this movie theatre—"

"You don't say?" Clint muttered.

"—but don't fear, once you've finished the movie, you will be teleported back to where you were last. I have taken away your weapons and disabled in abilities you may possess. Anyway, back to why you're here: The future of your universe is at stake. BUT! You can avoid the outcome if, and only if, you pay attention to the movie. And, just for the sake of not confusing anyone, refer to Peter Parker as Peter and Peter Quill as Quill. Good luck."

And with that, the voice was cut off.

"Really? Why do I have to be referred to by my last name?!"

Everyone looked at each other strangely, but before they could comment further, the screen lit up, a message displayed across on it.

On the armrests of the seats, there are two buttons. One is to pause the movie and the other is to start. The movie will commence in fifteen… Fourteen…"