Ok, so I did some looking into Sam's powers, and I found out that his predecessor could be taken over by the Xandarian Worldmind, which was the 'life' of the planet that Nova got his powers from, in the form of the Nova Force. So, I thought it would be cool to give this power to our beloved Ultimate Spiderman Nova. Here goes…

Sam Alexander was struggling to keep his eyes open. He had pulled an all-nighter fighting some of his predecessor's enemies. The guy hadn't even told Sam his name, and now Sam was stuck with the guy's enemies, who for some reason kept thinking that Sam was the same person from before, despite the fact that he was obviously much younger. That and his personality was completely different.

Jerking from the brink of sleep for the umpteenth time, Sam decided it was time for action. He raised his hand, sitting up straighter.

"Yes, Sam?" Acting Principal Colson almost sighed as he called on the young superhero.

"Sir, I don't feel well. May I go to the nurse's office?" Sam quelled the yawn growing in his throat as he said these words.

"Very well, Sam," Colson said, turning back to his lesson. Sam grabbed his bag and walked out into the hallway. He entered the nurse's office, and the desk lady just nodded at him. Sam had the sneaking suspicion she worked for SHEILD, too, but kept this to himself. Flopping down on the bed in the corner, Sam let the soft embrace of sleep envelope him…

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"Sam? I thought you didn't feel well." Colson was surprised to see the teen back in class already. Sam smiled happily.

"All better." He proceeded to his seat next to Luke Cage, aka Powerman.

"Dude, usually you skip the rest of the class. Are you really sick this time?" Luke asked him. Sam looked truly puzzled at the thought.

"I have no memory of skipping classes before," Sam said bluntly. "Are you sure your database is functioning correctly?"

"Uh…" The bell rang, releasing the students from school for the day. Sam walked out the door, in the general direction of his locker. After arriving, he fiddled with the lock, trying to hit the right combination.

"This confounded thing puzzles me. How does it stay locked as it is?" He pulled on it, trying to pull it off, failing, of course.

"Sam?" Ava Ayala, aka White Tiger, walked up beside her teammate.

"Yes, that is indeed who I am at this moment." Sam replied, still pulling on the combination lock.

"Did you forget it again? Here." Ava pushed him aside, flicking the dial around to the right numbers. Sam had told her them because he seemed convinced he would forget. Obviously he had been right.

"Thank you," Sam said, pulling his math and social studies books from the locker.

"You're actually taking your homework?" Ava asked incredulously.

"Is that not what it is for? Work for home?" Sam looked at her.

"Well, yeah, but… You just never take it home or at least not that I've noticed…"

"I seem to be rather a slacker, skipping classes and not doing the work for home at home."

"Uh… Sam are you feeling alright?"

"All systems are functioning adequately," Sam told her, turning to walk toward the door.

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Spiderman, aka Peter Parker, swung past the buildings of New York, heading steadily toward the Helicarier. When he climbed inside, he found most of the team waiting for him.

"Dude, there is something seriously wrong with Sam," Luke told him.

"What happened?" Spiderman asked them.

"We don't know. It started in seventh period, and ever since then he's been acing strange," Ava told Peter, who had pulled off his mask.

"Strange how?"

The team watched Sam sitting on the couch in their break room. He had his homework spread around him, and was shooting through the problems at an alarming rate. It seemed he was also making up all the work he had failed to turn in before. That was a lot of assignments. Snapping the books closed when finished with them, Sam piled all his homework and books up on the floor. After finishing the work presented to him, Sam paused, tapping his pencil on his leg. The teen stood, picking the books up and carrying them off down a hallway. The team followed him, seeing Sam carefully place the papers in a folder clearly labeled, 'Completed Assignments' and stashing the books in the closet.

"Wow. That was impressive, to say the least." Peter said to the others after they had retreated a safe distance to the kitchen.

"Yeah, but Sam has never been that organized, or smart for that matter," Ava said. Peter crinkled his brow as he thought about this. It was certainly true. The alarm began to blare, red lights flashing, and the team decided to put this strangeness off for a better time.