Harmonic Vengeance

Tony Stark yawned, stretched, and rubbed his eyes, noting sleepily that his hands felt really funny, kind of like big blocks. His eyes drifted open. What were those weird blue things in front of him? He tried to reach out a hand to touch one, but the blue thing moved too.

His brain began to wake up, and he began to realize what was happening. Those were his hands, only they weren't hands. They were... hooves?

I am a horse.

I am a talking blue horse, and I have the memories of a talking blue horse.

And I have wings.

His mind stumbled, trying to process this information. Amidst a confused jumble of That's not possible and But what about Pepper? and Wings are pretty cool though, look on the positive, Tony, one thought floated to the top.

This is gonna be a bad day.

Steve Rogers noticed several things at once.

The first was that his room smelled like hay. The second was that, in some way that he wasn't awake enough to be sure of the specifics yet, his body was different. The third was that he had a whole flood of memories that weren't his.

In fact, he had a whole other identity. It took him a moment to gather the threads of it and figure out who this person was, the person he was that wasn't Steve. It took him several more moments after that to deal with this knowledge, because it was just so... weird.

He was a Southern pony who farmed apples, he'd defeated pretty much the personification of darkness with the magical representation of Honesty, and he was a girl.

Director Fury had earned another $20.

Natasha's instincts blared at her that something was very, very wrong. She leaped out of bed, scanning her surroundings, trying to take everything in at once. Fancy room, second floor. No immediate threats--nothing's even moving. Why am I standing on four legs? Weird memories... I'm "Rarity"...

She shelved This is literally impossible away for now. Time enough for that later. Five friends. Very close. Would likely detect any action not similar to Rarity. Can I act well enough to convince them? Probably. But if I told them, would they help me? Also likely. "Never trust anyone" was ingrained into the fiber of her being, but trust and dependence on friends was ingrained into Rarity's. They struggled for a moment, but Natasha inevitably won out. Twilight recently mentioned a race that can turn into anypony. With her tendency to panic, she'll assume I'm one of them, probably attack me before I can even finish my sentence. A good kick to the horn can disable a unicorn for a few seconds... and reinforce everypony's suspicions.

If I had to fight them all, how would I do? None of them are trained for combat... actually, Rainbow Dash might be. Anything the Wonderbolts are required to do, she's been practicing since she was eight. Applejack is incredibly strong, and Twilight's magic will cause serious trouble once the horn kick wears off.

If I were me, I could probably still take them, but I'm a horse. But I didn't have to learn how to walk on all fours, and- She tested her horn on a book near Rarity's bedside, and watched it float upwards, surrounded by a blue glow- and I didn't have to learn magic either, Rarity's instincts are still here. But Rarity doesn't have the instincts required in a fight. I have fighting instincts, but they're human instincts. I may be able to react quickly, but there's no guarantee of being able to react correctly.

She took a deep breath. Summary: Don't get caught.

Bruce Banner's last memory was falling out of the sky. By all logic, he should be sitting in a pile of rubble and aching all over, or maybe even dead. But instead, he was lying in a warm, comfortable bed.

But wait, this couldn't be his bed. His bed in India was barely a cot, and on the helicarrier it was little better. He opened his eyes, looking around, trying to place where he was. He failed utterly.

It was a whimsical-looking place, like something out of a cartoon. The curved and slightly bumpy walls suggested something naturally made, not built. There were no planks, just smooth wood. Books lined almost every wall. He'd never seen the place before, yet he felt like it was strangely familiar, like it was home. This is my home, these are my books, this is my library.

He picked one up to examine it, but only when it was laying on his lap did his half-asleep mind realize what he'd just done.

That book had been sitting on a shelf.

Halfway across the room.

And he'd picked it up.

He sat up, trying to clear his head and force himself awake. As he got less sleepy, he noticed that he was sitting in an odd position, something like a dog or a cat would. He looked down at his body.

Purple horse! PURPLE HORSE!

Yet, just like the library, something was familiar about this purple horse body. Something in his brain tried to insist that it was a pony, not a horse. He ignored it. That was an extremely pedantic distinction and he had more important things to worry about--like the fact that he was a PURPLE HORSE.

Thor had never had so much energy in his life. He bounced out of bed and glanced around the pink room, talking to himself as his cognition pieced together that he was a pony named Pinkie Pie. He knew he should be trying to find Loki and the tesseract, but it was hard to be mad when he was in a completely new world to explore, with completely new magic, and he felt so. Alive.

He decided to check and see if he could summon Mjolnir, but after nearly a minute of holding out his hoof and willing the hammer to come, he had to admit defeat. Still, this wasn't nearly as bad as last time he ended in a totally unfamiliar world. This time, he already had some friends here, kind of, and he wasn't completely clueless about how this realm worked.

He'd have to find a way to get back eventually--as soon as he could--but for right now, he could make this work.

Clint Barton felt a little woozy. Loki! What did he do? The last few weeks, I've been... everything I was got rewritten, I thought I had to stand with him... I tried to kill Natasha!

He put a hand to his head, not noticing how much like a hoof it felt. Where was Natasha? Had he hurt her? His memories felt all fuzzy...

Except for a few that were really clear...

...A few about a world called Equestria, filled with magical ponies.

What did Loki DO?

Sighing, he got to his feet and examined his surroundings. "Can't I get just a few minutes to rest?" he complained quietly. This room was from the weird pony-memories, not from his own.

Either Loki gave me weird memories and hallucinations... or those memories were real.

He swished his tail, flapped his wings, then forcefully kicked the wall. It hurt. This wasn't some kind of dream or hallucination.

"Dangit."