Avengers Grimm: Time Wars

What if I told you fairy tales are real?

Imagine, endless realms of terrible wonders.

Each and every reality beyond our own is linked,

a vast multiverse of grim forces

and sinister reflections.

Only the thinnest barrier separates us

from all of the magic.

All the monsters.

Now imagine, once upon a time, that barrier broke.

And when it did, all manner of wicked fairy tale types

found a way from their world to ours.

That was until the princesses arrived

and showed us that magic is real,

and a real threat.

So I founded Looking Glass,

and when death reared its

ugly head once more, at least I was prepared.

Or so I thought.

Now it's Looking Glass that protects the world

from any future fairy tale threats,

though I fear, with what I know,

that this time I may need a little more help.

Hey, guy.

You okay?

She's beautiful.

Run!

I suppose it will do.

Looks like Prince Charming has gotten cold feet.

Take the city! Find him!

Bring back my ring!

For the glory of Atlantis!

I've got a wedding to plan.

Tsk, tsk, such poor guests!

Of course, the squad's away on holiday

when the bloody Sea People start destroying my city.

Hatter!

Hatter!

Present.

Tell me we recognize our

new oceanic oppressors.

Uh, Princess Magdalena of Atlantis

or "Magda the Mad."

Splendid.

I like her already.

And the handsome fellow?

Charles Charming III, a Prince.

Of course.

Legendary hero, if I remember correctly.

He was all set to be wed.

And then just up and disappeared.

No doubt out to sea with our little mermaid here.

Why is it always a lover's quarrel

with these fairy tale types?

Well, that is not the whole tale told.

Wait until you see his bride-to-be.

Curiouser and curiouser.

I think it's time we break the ice.

I'm supposed to be sending these out of towners back home.

But we're about to let this one out.

The last time she went mucking about,

she nearly destroyed the whole of reality.

Well, desperate times, I suppose.

- Hatter? - Yes?

If you would be so kind as to prepare a batch of my medicine?

- Yes. - I fear I'll require it soon.

Regular or extra strength?

Both.

Now, Hatter!

Snow White, I presume?

I think it's time we had a chat about your fiancé.

Magda, baby!

Kill him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold your sea horses there, fish sticks!

You kill me, how are you gonna find your hubby?

I have the city surrounded.

My Mermen searching block by block.

I'll find him.

Maybe, but I hate to break it to you, sister.

You're not the only game in town.

Charming's got options.

Sure, you might find him eventually.

But someone else might find him first.

Like Snow White.

What about her?

She's in town and she's not alone.

And you know this how?

Identify yourself, stranger!

Pardon me, your highness.

Forgot my Ps and Qs.

It's been a while since I've made a proper interaction

with real royalty.

Name's Rumpelstiltskin.

It's my job to know these things.

I don't have my resume on me.

But my last gig was Ruler of the Underworld.

That got boring real fast.

Turns out the dead, they just love to talk.

"It's not my time! Not yet!"

Then I started seeing those BBQed people

that you were sending down.

And I thought, wow, I have to see her for myself.

Rumpelstiltskin.

I've heard of you.

Ah, so. You know my work?

I heard you killed Snow White.

Or that she killed you.

Yes.

Different Rumpelstiltskin.

It's a popular name where I come from.

The enemy of my enemy.

Sure, yes. Let's go with that.

All right.

If you're such a businessman, what is it you are offering?

And what will it cost me?

Not only will I bring Prince Charming to you

and lay him at your flippered feet,

but I'll convince him to tie the knot, too.

Hmm.

Well, that's how it works, isn't it?

He has to marry you?

Yes.

According to my knowledge of the Enchantment, all I need

is for him willingly place the ring on my finger.

Well, that's doable.

And while I'm at it,

maybe I'll even take care of Snow White.

All for the low, low price of Atlantis.

I changed my mind.

Kill him!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Now listen here.

Hey, if I can spin straw into gold,

surely I can get you hitched.

Plus, what do you need Atlantis for anyway, huh?

Once you're leader of all the land,

you'll be fine once we get that ring on your finger.

Fair point.

I'll discuss terms

once Charles is returned to me.

First, I'll need a show of good faith.

How do you expect to

"lay him at my flippered feet", was it?

That's the easy part.

You see, these valiant heroic types,

the more honorable they are,

the easier it is to manipulate.

And I know a surefire way to get any hero to come running.

Magda.

Charles?

Oh, I thought he was dead.

He disappeared so long ago.

Where was he?

Atlantis, as it were.

Magda!

You know her, then?

From before all of this.

But what's she doing here?

Well, you may have saved the city once before

but you certainly made a proper mess of things in the process.

So far as I can tell, when your mirror broke,

reality broke with it.

What was once a path to a seemingly infinite number

of realms is all messed up now.

Now there are bits and fragments of

this mirror scattered all over the bloody world, my world.

And each one is a gateway to a different fairy tale realm,

including yours.

Should have known one would have popped up

in the middle of the ocean.

This one is Neverland.

Quite fond of it myself.

Here, you'd never grow old.

It's wonderful for the skin,

if you can stomach the pirates.

And that one?

It's got flying monkeys, of all absurdities.

And for each one apart from its place,

it's me who puts them back, including Magda.

Including you, if I'm to be honest.

What does she want and why is she here?

What she's always wanted:

To rule.

One might think the ocean would suffice

for a girl with gills.

She wants the surface.

She needs Charles to get it, his ring.

Whoever he marries rules all the land.

So literal, you bunch.

Well, then, off we pop to rescue the Prince,

stomp the evil sea people, and send you packing.

Forgive the rather rushed revival

but we're woefully tight on time.

But I'll show you where to find Sleeping Beauty and Red.

Oh!

Nighty-night.

Heh!

Sloppy and stupid, Princess.

Thanks, Red.

Here, for when the magic doesn't work.

Seems like they were looking for something?

Or someone.