Avengers: Age of Ultron crossover.

Ultron’s plan had come to perfect fruition. There would be no more war, no more chaos, because the ones who caused it all would be gone. In just a short moment, the world would be saved from its true demon. Humans.

It would have all been so much simpler…if it wasn’t for them.

The Avengers.

As it is said, as it always will be, true peace can only be granted through countless innocent lives. In hindsight, the ponies were never that different from humans. Ultron’s plan is not yet over, and soon his strings will be severed…for the last time.

Big shoutout to Shrekzilla for his amazing job on the artwork!
Sequel: This War of Ours

Seeking redemption, Corvo—a problematic mastermind—helps save Equestria from threats which far surpass the limits of Celestia and Luna; but it all becomes much more difficult than they could ever imagine, escalating into a hopeless, war-like mental chess match.

The comment section below is a spoiler-fest. Ye be warned!

►Fan art right here, done by The Sexy Assistant
►Pre-reader: Bootsy Slickmane

Another HiE fic right? Yup. Spot on. Correct. Affirmative. No point denying it. In fact, it's generic as hell. Like, the only thing it's missing is a red and black alicorn and multiple inexplicable orgies. Actually, tell you what, before I kill my entire audience, read the rest of the description.

Knives, blood, parkor, games and ponies. Kind of a weird list of top 5 favorite things.

My name is Edward. And I am an assassin.

No. Not that Edward. And no, not that assassin. I mean an assassin/ninja/mercenary/thing. Get that? No? Well screw you, I have better things to do than explain it to you. Like explaining it to you.

Expect insanity, friendship and dragons. For reasons.

Anyhoo, I digress. As always. Digress is such a weird word isn't it? Oh wait. I'm doing it again. Digressing. Is that even a real word? Maybe. Huh. I suddenly have ADD. Weird. Antidisestablishmentarianism. Got to love that word. Means being opposed to disestablishmentarianism. Longest word in the English language it is. Not really. That goes to Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. I don't even know what that means. I'd google it if my iPod hadn't been fed to a dragon. Wait. I was saying something. Oh yeah, I'm in Equestria. How did I forget that? By digressing, that's how. Focus dammit. Equestria... Honored...Necronomicon... Oh yeah!

Well it all started on that operation...

Disclaimer: this is based off the world of Honored Service's story: the Equestrian Honor Guard, it contains gore, language, morals, some pretty dark underlying themes, sexual references, racism, sexism, Judaism, antidisenstablishmentarianism and some (kinda involuntary) shipping. Said shipping is heterosexual and has a reason for being there (and I can't just magic it away). If you dislike, please leave a reason for doing so. If you came for good writing and a well thought out plot, go somewhere else. This story is stupid. But it isn't (completely) random. Read this and its predecessor first, you need them to put the events in context. And anyway, they're just really good stories: Honor above all else Also, proper cover art is incoming. Eventually.

Yes, I had a bet that I could fit antidisestablishmentarianism into this description three times. I succeeded. You owe me 5 bucks. You know who you are.

(I'm back,and I will start working again)

If you're raised in America, Europe, or any country that has outlawed slavery, then you gain a strong hate to the word itself.
But, when you're dropped into a situation where your life, and the lives of your closest friends, are being weighed against the freedom of others from another world, you have to make a choice between your own safety and the morals you hold.

Dennis, Viper, Britt, Emily and a couple of Marines...in a world dominated by Female Anthropological Horses, that enslaved all the males of their species and others.

With nothing to lose, how much can you give?

Waking up in a mysterious forest ,alone, and confused, young Dante Sumner sprints for his life after being attacked by a pack of strange wolfs. he comes across a small town and quickly realizes this a whole different world and everyone will soon learn the reason for his arrival...

Humans, we have so much potential. Potential to be doctors, lawyers, slaves. In a world where Diamond dogs figure out how to take us from ours and use us as slaves most of us are complacent. A few however, remember our pride, our freedom. We won't live as slaves, we will rise up against our overlords, we will have revenge. I am Cold, and my master was the element of magic, Twilight Sparkle.

John Morrison, a cold hearted, sometimes quiet, smartflank who has been through many tough times in his life. Starting when he was twelve and in middle school. He had to choose two path's after his parent's deaths. He chose the path to protect and serve. On one mission however, the team's jeep got hit with an RPG. Everyone but John managed to get out of the jeep, with him being in the gunner seat, so he took most of the blast. When he awoke, he was in a strange land, and totally unharmed. With his pistol drawn, he sets out to find how he got into this strange land.

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Yes, Ik I'm currently working on an HiE fic, but I thought I'd give a shot at MiE...see if it was more my speed. Remember, always leave comments on what you think of the story =D..I'm also open to criticism. So talk and comment away. I also know I have the whole military thing weird, I just did it my way. XD

When Captain Price and the remnants of Task Force 141 get transported through space and time while looking for Makarov, they end up in a strange land called 'Equestria.' While they all just want to go home to finish their own war, will a new war in this mystical place keep them from going?

My name is Simon "Ghost" Riley. I was part of Task Force 141, an elite group of soldiers composed of the best of the best. Our mission was to take down Makarov, the mastermind of Russian invasion of America. The team consistered of myself, Roach, Ozone, and Scarecrow with sniper support from Archer and Toad. We didn't find Makarov, but we did find a jackpot of information. On our way to the landing zone, Ozone and Scarecrow were killed by mortar fire while me and Roach managed to survive. I dragged him all the way to the LZ but fate had other plans in store for us, specifically death at the hands of our own commanding officer. Shot point-blank, the shock and blood loss made my vision blur as everything went dark. I couldn't feel my body or when I hit the ground, but I could smell the scent of something before flames engulfed the world. I tried to resist Death's offer, but in the end, I gave in. I welcomed his embrace, hoping that I'd finally find peace.

Instead, here I am, alive and kicking in a world full of bloody ponies.

Task Force 141 was at first an international special operations group held in high esteem by those who knew of it. Then they went AWOL, turning to many into a nightmare given life; top rank Spec Ops soldiers who betrayed their countries and went rogue. Yet when the ashes settled and WW3 had ended the fingerprints of Task Force 141 were all over the events that had brought about its swift conclusion. The public didn't know any of it and the experts and analysts didn't know what to make of it. And Task Force 141? They vanished into the shadows again, many uneasily giving up on finding them them with the reasoning that these elites among elites wouldn't be found if they didn't want to be.

One wonders what all the high generals and seasoned intelligence officers would do if they had known precisely WHY they never were found again.

Maybe had an aneurysm.

Or laughed.

Probably both.