Lonely Star No More

Summary: Upon waking up in a world not his own, Aer-Rohn/Aaron Vellvett creates bonds with the most unusual of characters who give him the support, care, and wisdom he needs as he becomes Duckburg's new defender.

Disclaimer: I just own the OCs and the idea for the crossover fanfic along with some references and a few minor inventions. All characters that you know are not OCs in the story belong to their respected creators (Disney/Marvel).

Warnings: OCs, crossovers, some crossovers/references, violence, blood, angst, fluff, AU, some slash implied, bi main OC, sibling bonding, some OOCness, slight language, and bromance. Setting things up to have more yaoi in future sequel. Takes place after "Whatever Happened to Della Duck?" and during the events of "Treasure of the Found Lamp," "The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck," "The 87 Cents Solution," and "The Golden Spear." Don't like slash in any doses or where this plot or future plots are going, then don't read. We have the back button for a reason. For those interested, please enjoy.

Chapter 1: Duck, Duck, Whatever You Are

Duckburg was known for its unusual events but even the most hectic of cities and their inhabitants needed rest. Both the do-gooders and the criminals equally. While there were a few late-night stragglers, some working graveyard shifts or cramming for tests while others were simply out grabbing something to quench their midnight appetites. However, even with the brightness of the moon, stars, and streetlights, the citizens of the metropolis new better than to allow their guards down at night.

Who knew when a stray trio of Beagle Boys or rogue robot may attack from the shadows?

Other than that, the peace of the darkness created an atmosphere that, while eerie, was also comforting, like a worn lullaby that crooned everyone who could hear it into a state of carefree and ignorance. It was a perfect setting to relax the residents-or even attract the visitors. Especially when said visitor came from the most unexpected of places.

In an alleyway, not that anyone was there to notice since they avoided shadowy spaces as said before, there was a flash of blinding blue light that seemed to vanish just as it had appeared. Fading into mild wispy shockwaves that vanished like a mist in the presence of the Sun, all that was left was the smell of something lightly scorched and a new, unfamiliar smell left by the strange energy. But that was not what was significant about the light itself.

The new beings that were left in place of the mysterious light were silent as they laid on the ground, stunned and exhausted from their unconventional travel. Suddenly, the larger of the two coughed and gasped, heaving as their dark drenched figure pushed themselves onto their hands and knees, struggling to breathe and calm themselves at the same time. The smaller figure came to rise and stand on four legs, giving itself a shake before trotting over to a small black, gray, and blue cube, its body obscured the object as wet, gargling growl was heard from its small form. It then trotted over to its companion who had stopped heaving wheezing and now lay against the dingy, dark alley wall taking in the dimmed surroundings.

The four-legged creature proceeded to plop themselves in the larger form's lap and let a low rumbling purr emit as they nuzzled their two-legged companion's chest. Heaving a sigh of content and relief, the larger of the two newcomers held the smaller one close as they listened to the faint sound of crickets and the louder sound of cars driving by. They cradled their companion closer for warmth as their eye lids grew heavy.

"It's okay, it's okay," the larger of the two said, the voice revealing them to be male though no one would know it unless they heard it. "We're fine. It's safe here…Well, wherever here is."

His companion just stared up at him with cornflower blue eyes and mewled.

After what seemed like forever, both drifted into a deep sleep, uncertain of what was to come.

The morning Sun came bright and early without any regards for the ones who had not gotten their seven to nine hours of sleep or just wanted to lay in their beds. Thankfully, Webby Vanderquack was not one to allow a seemingly short night of sleep to stop her as she was a morning person, mostly due to her grandmother's influence. Stretching her limbs as she did each day, Webby grinned as she welcomed another Saturday morning in Duckburg, and just as spring was at its finest peaks, soon to give way to summer. Jumping out of bed, then quickly making it, she was about to rush to the bathroom to brush her tooth when she caught sight of something on her nightstand.

Her smile dropped her little and her eyes caught sight of the two bright and colorful friendship bracelets on her wrists.

It had been several months since she had lost Lena due to Magica's lust for vengeance and power during the Shadow War. While it got a little easier, it did not make her miss her friend any less, even as she had her grandmother and surrogate family around. And although it always seemed that she felt that Lena was right there with her, it wasn't the same as having her physically there. To laugh with. To hug. To do fun and rebellious kid stuff with.

She shook her head as she wiped her eyes, muttering to herself, "Nope. No way. Not gonna let myself be down in the dumps this morning."

Feeling a little better, she continued with her morning routine, which involved some swinging to-and-fro to make sure her room was tidy, before she exited the door. She gave a small sad smile at her bracelets tied tightly, but not uncomfortably, on her wrist. Once she was downstairs, she was greeted with the sight of her grandmother and Duckworth serving Scrooge, Donald, and the triplets. Beakley and her co-worker, having returned from the grave, seemed to be in some sort of silent competition as they gave each other sharp glances when the other five weren't looking.

Tearing her challenging gaze from the ghost butler, she smiled lovingly at the lone female duckling and greeted, "Good morning, dear."

"Morning, Granny! Morning, everybody!" the retired spy's granddaughter chirped happily as she sat down as a plate of French toast with crème fraiche and in season strawberries before noticing something. "Hey, where's Launchpad? I thought he was gonna join us for breakfast today."

"He was but last night he heard that there's some fancy new food trucks coming to town for some food festival and he was really excited about some of them so he decided that that's gonna be breakfast," Huey said with a faint hint of disapproval in his voice. "But Junior Woodchuck Guidelines decree that a person should start with their day with healthy, homecooked breakfast."

"Ugh! Dude, leave Launchpad alone," Dewey quipped at his brother with a roll of his eyes. "Give that Junior Woodchuck stuff a rest for just a minute!"

"Dewey, don't bother," Louie muttered from where he sat rotating between eating his omelet and texting on his phone. "We're gonna be hearing it all day today so might as well bear through it. Who knows, it'll probably act as an immunity shot for what we're gonna go through today."

"Dewey, Louie, be nice," Donald scolded sharply as he looked up from his own meal.

"Why? What's today?" Webby asked curiously as she stared at the three Duck brothers.

"It's the Annual Junior Woodchucks family picnic!" the red-wearing duckling exclaimed excitedly. "It's custom to invite immediate family or blood relatives to attend a whole day of woodsy, wholesome fun."

The blue and green wearing ducklings had expressions that made it seem that their brother had said the opposite of something that was suppose to be a happy occasion.

"Are you going to Uncle Scrooge?" Webby turned her attention to the richest duck in the world.

The eldest of the group looked up from his newspaper to look at his surrogate grandniece as he answered, "Only for a wee bit, lass. I have board meeting later this evening and I can't get out of it. Gyro's gonna be there and you know how he still struggles when talking with people who he thinks are planning to criticize his genius and cut his funding on the spot."

"And I will be having some quiet time in my own personal realm," Duckworth put in as he swooped in to refill Dewey's empty orange juice glass. "So, I will unfortunately not be present."

The strong, regal female duck gave her other worldly acquaintance a look that almost seemed to say "no one cares," before asking her granddaughter gently, "And what about you dear? What will you be doing today?"

Originally Webby was going to ask the boys if they would like to accompany her to the new archaeobotany exhibit at the Duckburg Science Museum before going to amphitheater-Lena's former home- or the park to play Extreme Hide & Seek or skip rocks. And to finally wrap it all up, they would check out the new sweet shop, Sugar Blush. Beakley had already told her that a day earlier she would be having tea with an old male acquaintance and that Webby should go out to do as she pleased. But now it would seem she would have to go it alone. Still, she wasn't about to let anyone feel guilty or let on about how lonely she felt. Nor did she want to intrude on what seemed like a Guys' Day Out.

Putting on her brightest and most sincere smile, she said, "I was planning to check out a new exhibit at the museum! Probably then go hang out at the park to practice my stealth skills or something."

Satisfied with her granddaughter's answer, Beakley nodded, "Alright, just remember to be careful and to be home for dinner."

The retired spy's granddaughter nodded before digging into her piping hot French toast. But it still didn't change how lonely she felt on the inside.

With the end to a peaceful and uneventful night, as far as the citizens knew, came the start of busy day in bustling city filled with characters from different walks of life. Cars honked and revved as the drivers and passengers focused on getting to their destinations, adults doing their jobs whilst their children were left to their own chores and devices. The flower buds opened to embrace the morning rays, only noticed by those who were not rushing. As a matter of fact, there seemed to be a lot of things that were going unnoticed except by those who appreciated those same things.

One person who was paying attention to the underappreciated details sat idly and apprehensively in the lone alley.

"I am definitely not on my Earth anymore," a male voice whispered to himself in the alley. "Most definitely not in the same universe either, I bet."

Aaron, the owner of the voice, sighed as he ran a hand through his ruffled reddish auburn hair as his blue eyes gazed curiously and warily, without hostility, at the passing anthros. His lightly tanned skin, yes skin, was slightly dirty like his hair, not enough to make him look like some street urchin but definitely enough to show he needed to a nice warm bath. His clothes, a slate and stormy blue plaid button up shirt, a pair of faded denims, were the same; while wrinkled with a few small stains, he did not look like some shady member of the black market or substance abuser. The humanoid's baby blue eyes looked up to the equally soft colored sky, giving him a small sense of content and relief.

He was startled from his thoughts upon hearing a slight, "Meow."

He turned to see a Himalayan cat, to the naked eye, with a sage green color and a golden paw-shaped tag with the name 'Nutmeg.' Right in front of the feline was a small parcel wrapped in white wax paper and smelled quite appetizing.

"Good girl. You're a lifesaver, Nutmeg," Aaron chuckled which earned him a lick across his faintly freckled face from his 'feline' friend, almost as if she was trying to absorb as much praise as she could.

Picking up the parcel, the auburn-haired humanoid unwrapped it to find a cheeseburger. Although he was slightly shocked to discover that these anthros ate meat, he shrugged and accepted it. He was no stranger to species that ate the flesh of other creatures, humans included, so who was he to judge? As he ate, he gave his furry companion generous chunks of the sandwich to which the female Himalayan eagerly and gratefully accepted.

Once he finished, he remained seated as he cradled his dear, four-legged friend in his lap. While he had been startled and, perhaps, a little terrified upon seeing the inhabitants, he had mostly gotten over his fear. Especially when he saw how closely they mimicked the humans of his dimension. However, he couldn't help but feel that these individuals were of the more innocent variety than those he had met over the past week before his untimely and unexpected entrance into this realm.

"On a scale of one to ten, how much would you think these guys would freak out if I just stepped out and they all saw me?" the auburn-haired young man inquired as his baby blue eyes meeting Nutmeg's cornflower ones.

Her only response was a flicking ear.

"I'm gonna have to go with a ten," Aaron said, trying to sound cool and confident. "We'll just wait a bit and, when we feel brave enough, we'll reveal ourselves. I mean, we can't hide forever. We've…already done enough of that. Who knows? Maybe this new world can offer us a fresh start. That'll be good for us."

Even as he himself knew how forced his words were, the feline being merely nuzzle his chin with her head to, showing her support.

Webby hummed to herself thoughtfully as she strolled through the exhibit, looking at all the ancient plant-related artifacts and samples. She couldn't help but stop and cringe when she came across a fossil that featured strikingly familiar remains of a certain carnivorous plant they had encountered not too long ago. Upon reading the plaque that stated its whereabouts, she felt a shiver crawled up her spine which resulted in her rushing away from that particular plant. She considered telling the curators but decided that considering the battle with and defeat of the Drocera occidendum, it appeared to be a moot point.

It was then that she realized that she was now in the astronomy section/planetarium of the museum. Seeing the depictions of the countless stars, planets, and other celestial bodies, the lone female duckling couldn't but get lost in her thoughts. She recalled how months prior, all the work that she and Dewey had done, had led to them finding out the heart-breaking secret of how their mother, Della Duck, was lost to the stars. In the aftermath of the short fallout with Scrooge, the triplets, Donald, Beakley, and Webby had deserted Scrooge out of anguish, leaving him open to a Magica-possessed Lena to manipulate and steal from.

Sometimes Webby would look back and wondered how things could have gone differently if someone, or perhaps all of them, had stayed instead of giving into their grief and anger momentarily. Maybe they could have caught Magica in the act of using her friend's body to steal the experienced drake's Number One Dime. Maybe they could have saved the shadow-born girl and banished the wicked sorceress before she even had the chance to enact her revenge. Maybe…

Webby shook her head furiously as she wiped her eyes clear of the coming tears, muttering, "No, no…what happened has happened. No use dwelling on it."

Her small period of sadness disappeared entirely when she heard the museum entrance doors slam open and slew of gasps and screams.

Never having been the one to run from danger first, the female duckling rushed to the source of the commotion. Upon getting to the main entrance space, she saw what was going on. And who was causing it. Right in the entrance were the familiar forms of the Beagle Boys-Big Time, Bouncer, and Burger- which was scary by itself, whether or not they were wearing masks over their bandit masks, which they were. What made the situation even more frightening wasn't the unconventional weapons on hand, a rake, a baseball bat, and a harpoon, but the one who was accompanying them.

Ma Beagle strode forward to stand in front of her boys, wearing the same mask she had worn to crashing Scrooge's birthday party, according to the triplets, and smiled as she yelled, "This is a hostage situation! Nobody move! And don't even think of being a hero or my boys will rough you up!"

After a minute, the Beagle matriarch's cruel smile twisted into a scowl of annoyance as she turned to look at her sons, "Bouncer!"

"Huh?" the largest of the three inquired in confusion before it clicked. "Oh, right!"

In one quick move, Bouncer grabbed a small glass table and smashed it on the floor. The action worked like gunshot as everyone quickly ran for cover, got on their knees with their hands in the air, or fled in hopes of getting to an exit to escape the situation. The Beagle Boys quickly reacted, Big Time and Burger going after the fleeing museum goers while Bouncer rounded up the ones who had stayed frozen.

"We practiced this like two hundred times, Bouncer!" Ma Beagle berated irritably.

"Sorry Ma," Bouncer whimpered, head downcast.

Webby didn't hear the rest of the conversation as she was already seeking a hiding spot, trying to formulate a plan while wishing her family was here right now.

Aaron had no idea what he was thinking when he decided to climb on top of the rooftop. Maybe it was the need to have better cover or the desire to see the rest of the city from a good view but he was glad that he did. One reason was because he couldn't help but find the view breathtaking with the way he could see how vast the city was. Granted he didn't see beyond that due to building's limited height but he it was enough for now. And the second reason was because he managed to notice a group of four aggressive looking canine anthros with masks and blunt objects walk into a larger, aesthetic building.

The screams from the building, the gathering of people, and Nutmeg's growling from where she perched on his shoulder confirmed what he was thinking.

Acting fast, Aaron quickly made his way off the building and leaped through any crevice he could find that would both hide him from the public while allowing him to get to his destination faster. It was a difficult challenge but he was no stranger to those, having faced them quite often, but he felt some comfort with how Nutmeg bounded alongside him. The blue-eyed adolescent finally found himself on the side of the building where the criminal commotion was commencing at. Pressing himself against the wall, he peered to see what was going on.

He saw a number of people trying to look or even get past the few police officers who arrived. Quite a few of them were even trying to record with their phones while others were talking and yelling at the law enforcers. Aaron quickly moved farther away from the front before he got to the more obscuring corner of the building. He had heard the words "science museum" and had a good feeling that's what this place was. The newcomer to the city looked around but unfortunately found many of the exit doors locked from the inside and the windows surrounded by bars.

"There's gotta be a way inside," he murmured to himself.

Nutmeg suddenly leaped off the ground, onto his shoulder, and then to the edge of the roof with grace and agility that went beyond that of normal cats. Aaron followed as quickly, finding himself on the roof in a matter of seconds, where he found his companion perched near an open sun roof window in an almost haughty manner.

"Remind me to get you some treats after this," he remarked with a grin, allowing her to climb onto his shoulder once again before he leaped into the entrance.

Gloria Cabrera could not believe the day she was having. First, she woke up late and barely had time to grab a coffee and a granola bar, the former being half spilled onto the passenger side seat of her police cruiser. Then she finds out she had left her badge at home and while her son had enough time to bring it to her, he had also reminded her of how she was suppose to give a present to her college roommate, now a museum curator, that afternoon. As if having to rush through her reports wasn't bad enough, Gloria had basically skipped lunch to grab a last minute birthday present in the form of a gift card and a small bouquet of flowers. And to top it all off, turns out her former roommate wasn't working that day, having taken the day off to go have brunch with her family, go to the mall, and then to the movies.

After leaving the flowers and gift card with another curator, the police officer was about to leave and go grab a quick slice of pizza, not caring if she was late, before heading back to work. But of course, there had to be one extra surprise to add to her plate of unwanted events. She had thankfully been able to avoid being seen and caught by the Beagle Boys, giving her a chance to not only call for back up and her son but also get those who evaded capture to safety.

"Stay in here and don't come out for anything," she firmly said to a young kindergarten teacher and her three students, all four having taken refuge while the rest of the class was hidden in different spots by the older female duck, who nodded fearfully.

Closing the door as quietly as she could, Officer Cabrera proceeded to make her way back to where Ma Beagle and the Beagle Boys were holding their hostages in place. Slowly pulling out her gun while keeping the safety on, Gloria made her way to the soon-to-be apprehended criminals, careful as she rounded each corner. Striding through the marine biology section, she froze upon hearing a creaking from the corner of the room.

Twisting to where she heard it, which was a large tank containing jellyfish, she ordered sharply, "Whoever's there, come out with your hands up! ¡Ahora!"

A minute went by before Webby slowly stepped out from behind the tank, hands up while grinning nervously, "What appears to be the problem, Officer?"

Gloria felt a speeding heart go down a little as she placed a hand over her chest, lowering her gun, "Dios Mio, you scared me!"

"Ditto," Webby piped up as she put her hands down, nervousness dripping away as she knew she was in the presence of a competent and non-criminal individual.

"Hey, I know you! You're that chica who hangs out with my son's employer's kids, aren't you?" the police officer inquired.

The female duckling quickly nodded, "Yup! Webby Vanderquack!"

"Officer Cabrera," Gloria confirmed with a slight smile before urgently saying. "Have you see the Beagle Boys?"

"Not since they started grabbing people to use as hostages," Webby said quickly. "But I'm pretty sure they're in the dinosaur exhibit."

"Gracias, sweetie. Now you need to go hide," Gloria said as she gestured to where the female duckling had been hiding moments before.

"But I can help!" Webby protested earnestly.

"Look, I can't keep an eye on you while apprehending that bruja and her crew at the same time," the Cabrera matriarch said patiently.

"I've taken these guys down before!" the pre-teen duckling insisted with stubbornness and determination.

Ah, Gloria thought she recognized the young girl. She had recalled seeing the girl on the news months prior when the shadow creatures had been defeated by Scrooge McDuck and his nephews along with several others. The police officer also recalled having seen glimpses of the girl when she dropped by her son's work to check on him or to give him something he forgotten. No doubt that the girl was probably a relative of one of McDuck's associates, if not a blood relative of the billionaire himself.

The Cabrera matriarch was in a tough spot; she didn't want to put the kid in danger, both for the reason that she couldn't live with herself if a child got her because of her poor judgement. She also feared for her son's reputation if his employers were to find out that his own mother was to blame for the kid getting hurt or worse. But as she looked at the ferocity and excitement in the girl's eyes reminded Gloria of herself in her own childhood, never faltering and always willing to take a risk. And, then again, there was the fact she hung out with the most adventurous, oldest duck in the world and she hadn't even hit puberty yet.

Sighing, the police officer spoke, "This goes against my better judgement but I'm allowing it. Just this once."

A grin of great tenacity spread over Webby's face as she straightened up and saluted, "Got it!"

Both law enforcer and citizen slowly made their way to their destination, keeping an eye out for the criminals in question. After a few minutes, they found themselves rounding a corner to discover what they had been looking for. The two pressed themselves against a wall as they peered around the corner to look at the scene taking place. A group of people, ages ranging from young adults to elderly, from museum goers to employees, were all knelt on the floor, heads down cast as their hands and arms covered the back of their skulls like crude knight shields. Although neither of Webby or Gloria could see their faces from where they were, they knew the hostages were absolutely terrified. It didn't help that Burger Beagle was pacing in front of them, holding the harpoon like that of a soldier.

"What do you mean science museum!?" the Beagle matriarch shrieked at Big Time.

The shortest of the younger Beagles shrunk as he stuttered, "I read that there was a big exhibit happening and I thought we come and cash in on it. It said wonders beyond imaginable!"

"And you didn't see that it was for some worthless little kiddy educational museum rather than for one that had priceless relics and art that would actually be worth money?!" the mother of the crime family continued to berate her son.

"N-No, I-I guess not," the pudgy head of the trio whispered as he took off his green cap and scratched his head nervously.

"Ugh, for Pete's sake, this is getting old," Ma Beagle muttered as she rubbed the bridge of her nose and her eye lids.

"Okay, what's the plan?" Webby inquired in a hushed tone as she stared hard at the scenario.

"Well, first we're gonna need a distraction. I think we can-," the Cabrera matriarch began but stopped when she saw the girl squinting hard at the crime family. "What is it?"

"This seems too easy," the female duckling murmured. "And where's Bouncer?"

"Who?" the police officer asked in confusion.

"Me," a gruff voice snarled from behind.

Both whipped around to meet the menacingly, smiling face of the tallest and most muscular member of the four Beagles present. Before either had a chance to react, Bouncer grabbed with one giant, meaty hand each.

"Hey, Ma look! I caught some stragglers!" Bouncer announced proudly, as if hoping this would ease his mother's wrath and earn some of her rarely gifted praise.

Turning away from Big Time, the older female Beagle turned to look at the captives in her son's grasp, "Well, well, well, if it isn't Beakley's little grandbrat. Though I don't usually see you without Scrooge's own brat pack. What happened, they got tired of you just like how Duckworth got tired of your grandma?"

Webby bristled with pure anger laced with hurt but did not voice it, sufficing with glaring daggers at her grandmother's and Scrooge's longtime rival.

"You leave her alone!" Gloria snapped at the Beagle matriarch before kicking out at Bouncer. "And let us go, you pendejo!"

A second later, Big Time had the barrel of his bat tilting the brunette duck's bill and head upwards as he spat, "Don't go talking to my Mama and my brother with that tone officer. Not unless you want something to happen to the brat."

"Now is that anyway to talk to or treat ladies?"

Everyone froze at the new voice before slowly turning to the owner of it, hostages included. Out of the shadows strode the figure of a being none of them had ever seen before. This figure was tall, his height just barely reaching Launchpad's height but definitely taller than Gyro. He had a lithe and muscular frame and his body resembled that of canine anthros but they noticed that his face was completely devoid of fur and his nose and ears were totally different. Instead he had naked skin like that of amphibious or pig anthros only smoother and a silky tan color with a few barely visible freckles on his face. The only patch of anything considered feathery or furry was a somewhat messy mop of hair on his head that was the color blend of wine and cocoa but mostly wine. His eyes were a pale shade of blue and were currently narrowing defiantly at the four criminals. His clothes looked normal except for his unusual combat boots and fingerless gloves that seemed to go under the legs of his pants and the sleeves of his shirt.

"And just who, or rather what, are you?" Ma Beagle challenged.

"Me, oh I'm your average stranger coming to help people who are being held against their will by some degenerate criminals. You haven't happened to see them around, have you?" Aaron asked with a sarcastic-laced voice.

"Uh, no?" Bouncer said with confusion, hiding his hands and the ducks still clenched in them behind his back.

His brothers seemed to try to follow his lead by hiding their own weapons behind their backs.

"Hilarious," the newcomer said with a raised eyebrow before his voice became firm and aggressive. "Now let these people go."

"Who the heck do you think you are giving us orders, boy?" Ma Beagle yelled. "Well, we'll teach you some respect! Boys, have at him!"

Big Time, perhaps in an attempt to get back into his mother's good graces, launched himself first at the humanoid. It was a reckless attack all on its own but nobody predicted what would come next. As the shortest and pudgiest of Duckburg's crime brothers swung his bat at Aaron, the auburn-haired young man stepped away with ease. Aaron then proceeded to grab the bat with one hand and rip it away from the de facto leader of the brothers and then use it to knock his smaller opponent to the ground. Big Time hit the floor with a thud and groaned with the pain of the bat strike and hitting the floor.

Bouncer, shocked and angry at what the meddler had done to his brother, immediately dropped the two ducks, not caring of the consequences he just set forth, and began stomping ominously towards the humanoid. Aaron's eyes widened slightly, knowing the large canine anthro would be harder to handle. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the rake that the behemoth Beagle had placed against the wall. As Bouncer's fist reeled back and began heading towards his head, Aaron dodged it, rolling on the floor before coming to stop on one knee and then launching himself at Bouncer with his own fist.

And indeed, Aaron's fist connected with the brawler Beagle's face, causing a tooth or two to fly out. Stunned and disoriented from the blow, the hulking mass of Ma Beagle's sons teetered before falling on Big Time who was just about to get out, a small grunt of pain and surprise sounding out from beneath the larger fallen Beagle Boy. However, the auburn-haired young man wasn't paying attention as he was already away from his two fallen opponents, picking the rake up from the wall. But just as he turned around, he was met with Burger's harpoon sailing right towards him.

The humanoid was able to move out of the way to avoid an injury but the harpoon had managed to snag a corner of both his shirt and his denims, pinning him to the wall. Grinning at his victory, Burger grabbed the fallen Big Time's bat and began stalking chuckling lowly with malevolent intent. Aaron wasted no time in departing with his clothes, ripping them a bit in the process. Everyone, Gloria, Webby, the Beagles who were still conscious, and even a few hostages, were expecting to be greeted with the sight of the humanoid in his undergarments or completely naked. What they saw instead was something else altogether.

His so called "combat boots" and "fingerless gloves" were part of a one-piece suit but not one anyone would expect. The suit appeared to be made of a material that was both fabric with some unknown alloy. It was a dark emerald green, pitch black, and dark Roman silver in color and clung to his body, accenting his build more. In the middle of the chest of his suit was a large, eight-pointed silver star.

"Gonna need to fix those up later on," the humanoid muttered to himself as he got into a fighting stance.

Burger, having refocused on his opponent, launched forward with bat raised high up. Aaron quickly blocked the coming blow with the rake. The silent Beagle Boy tried to swing at the newcomer in a different direction but that attack was blocked too. As did the next. They went back and forth until the only conscious Beagle Boy had the auburn-haired young man almost pressed to the wall. Thinking fast, Aaron ducked at the next swing which resulted in Burger knocking over a small podium that held a small model of a duck anthro's anatomy. Rolling away from the silent but determined criminal, the humanoid came to stop by the abandoned harpoon and his still pinned clothes.

Ripping the harpoon out of the ground and leaving his clothes, Aaron charged at the other once more. As both their weapons clashed, the newcomer locked eyes with the Beagle Boy, his blue orbs challenging the malice in Burger's dark ones. Unknown to Burger, Aaron was using the stare down as a distraction as he ever so stealthily used the pointed angles of the harpoon's head to grab a hold of the bat. When he was certain the other hadn't notice, Aaron pulled back roughly with all his might and successfully used the harpoon to yank the bat away, sending it sliding to the other side of the room.

Stunned by this, Burger was unable to react in time as the humanoid tackled him to the ground and wrapped, yes wrapped, the harpoon around him like it was just an oversized pipe cleaner. Despite his shock, the silent Beagle Boy attempted to struggle out of his makeshift metal binds to no avail. Satisfied, Aaron began to turn his attention to the still paralyzed captives-

THWACK!

A burst of pain flooded his senses as he clutched his nose and jaw, hissing in pain from the sudden blow. Ma Beagle held her cane, the offensive weapon used to hit the newcomer, glowering in fury at the one who had defeated her boys.

"Not so tough now, huh pretty boy?" the Beagle matriarch inquired haughtily, her voice almost laughing at him.

"You hit harder than I thought you would," Aaron said as he felt the beginning of fluids dripping from his lip and nostrils which were still hidden. "But I'm not a big fan of hitting women or girls."

"That's why we're here."

Ma Beagle turned around too late to see Webby and Gloria coming at her with some twine. Both ducks jumped her, leading to a tussle between the three females which Aaron watched with startled but impressed eyes as, thankfully, both police officer and duckling came out the victors.

"Wow. I mean, wow," the auburn-haired young man said as he stared at them. "That was something."

Both ducks merely grinned at him before Gloria asked in a motherly tone, "Are you alright?"

"More than they are," Aaron shrugged casually while hand still held the assaulted parts of his face.

"Here, let me see," the Cabrera matriarch stated as she drew closer, hand outstretched to try and examine the humanoid's injury.

Immediately, a panicked look came across his face as he tried to back away, "O-oh no, it's fine, r-really!"

Being a mother and an officer, Gloria was not one to back down when she sensed someone was hurt. And thankfully, all the hostages that had been present in the room and escaped to safely hide while the Beagle Boys and their mother were distracted. Despite her height, she managed to reach up and grab his arm, firmly pulling it away so she could look at the damage…before stepping back with surprise.

Yes, the hit that Ma Beagle had dealt out to his face had drawn fluids but she not expecting the color. Midnight blue liquid dripped from his nostrils and a cut on his lip, staining his hand and the floor with specks of the strange blood.

"Whoa," Webby breathed as she saw the color of their new ally's blood.

"Yeah, uh, I can kind of explain," Aaron began sheepishly.

They were interrupted as they saw Big Time pull himself out from beneath his brother and charge at them, yelling out a war cry. Aaron was quick to jump protectively in front of both Webby and Gloria was ready to take the blow when it happened.

A large set of burgundy tentacles burst from somewhere in the hallway and grabbed Big Time before it began whipping him around, eliciting very non-criminal and feminine screams from the de facto leader of the criminal brothers. The two ducks watched in morbid, silent fascination while Aaron merely looked on with mild surprise. It finally came to an end when the tentacles slammed Big Time into a wall, rendering him unconscious like Bouncer still was from the hard punch that was delivered by the humanoid.

When the tentacles retreated, a Himalayan cat trotted towards them, acting as if though there was not a care in the world and that a hostage situation hadn't gone down.

With a tired smile, Aaron strode over and gently lifted the so-called cat to cradle it like baby, "I can always count on you to never stay put, can't I Nutmeg? Smart Flerken."

"Smart what?" Webby said in confusion.

Turning around, the auburn-haired young man spoke, "Listen, I know you have a lot of questions and I can answer them. And I will. But you gotta promise to keep an open mind to everything I'm about to say."

"Oh, don't start yet! I haven't even gotten the snacks."

All three jumped and turned to meet yet another new face on this very exciting and unpredictable day. Slowly, the new figure stepped out of the shadows to reveal themselves to be a female anthro as the voice had led on. The anthro was a goshawk that appeared to be in her mid or late forties with hickory brown hair that was done into a short but stylish bob. She wore a black pantsuit with a garnet colored coat over it that brought out her cinnamon brown orbs quite nicely.

"And who are you?" Gloria demanded as she protectively pushed Webby behind her while wishing she could do the same for the obviously nervous humanoid.

"My name is Noreen Flurry," the goshawk said, voice cool and unintimidated as she gestured at Aaron and Nutmeg. "And these two are coming with me."

As she said that, anthros in SWAT-like attire and suits alike also seemed to emerge out of the emptiness of the shadows, guns at the ready. Webby gasped which resulted in Gloria holding her closer as they watched Aaron get surrounded.

"And that's not a request," Flurry said simply.

The humanoid only gulped.

Well, here it is! My first Ducktales/Marvel fic! In case some of you got confused, let me straighten things out; yes Aaron is Kree and Nutmeg is a Flerken (Marvel lovers and anyone who has watched Captain Marvel knows that Kree can look like normal humans except for their blood color while Flerkens look like Earth cats). And like I said, this fanfic is an AU to both Ducktales 2017, Captain Marvel and to Avengers Infinity War/Endgame (mostly Endgame but that'll be focused on in few fics). So enjoy for now and I'll explain more as we go along! And yes, Noreen Flurry is a Ducktales OC answer to Nick Fury. A female anthro answer. I regret nothing. Please enjoy! Haters and flamers, kindly back off! See you all in Chapter 2!