A/N:
First of all, first fanfic EVER. So be gentle ok?. There may be some OOC but I'll try my best to keep it down to a minimum.
I'm making a sort of mix between Comic Nova and Cartoon Nova. A few spoilers for the comics btw. Here are some changes:
Sam's eyes are blue and his Nova helmet is black instead of gold. Sam's origin and a bit of his story is the same as the comic, up until a certain point. He fought with the Guardians of the Galaxy for a year and a half, in total.
The events of avx happened in a slightly smaller scale (destruction levels on earth not as high) and everyone of the team wasn't there, except for Nova. (Avengers vs X-Men, if you haven't read it, you should. It's interesting. Just read everything in order please, not the whole story is in the avx-only comic.)
The Watcher is dead (spoiler).
Everyone on the team is 17.
PS: Some of the chronology of the "episodes" and stuff will be a bit broken. Maybe. Possibly. I think. Just ignore it. This is an AU of course so pay it no mind. I mean, if it wasn't an AU then Sam and everyone would be the same right? Right?
Chapter 1 - I'm locking the door from now on
It was Friday night and the team was relaxing in the living room of Aunt May's house. Ever since the helicarrier had gone down, the team had been staying in Peter's Aunt May's house, much to Peter's initial dismay. He was sort of enjoying having more people in the house, as opposed to just him and Aunt May.
That usually meant that his Aunt May spent most of her time alone (when she wasn't going in any of her wild adventures). But with the team there, she had a lot more company. And, even though he didn't like to admit, most of that attention and company came from Sam of all people. Peter had been worried Sam was going to drive aunt May insane but, believe it or not, they were getting along as if they were the oldest friends.
He was grateful Sam was spending so much time with his aunt but that didn't stop him from being his "usual self" around Peter. So, grateful or not, Peter had to have his revenge. Nothing big but amusing nonetheless.
Sam took his helmet everywhere he went. Even to the bathroom! Peter knew that helmet was the only thing that gave Sam his powers but he always seems WAY too overly attached to it. So, as you might imagine, it was the perfect way to prank him.
While Sam was showering and everyone was watching TV downstairs, Peter snuck into the bathroom as quietly as possible. Making an effort not to look in the direction of the humming figure in the shower, Peter looked for Sam's helmet.
"Aha!" Peter whispered with a grin. It was sitting on top of his new set of clothes on the toilet seat.
With care not to activate anything (after all, Peter knew next to nothing about how the helmet worked and didn't want to risk activating some sort of alarm or something like that), Peter took the helmet and made a quick getaway, as quiet as he could.
Walking away to his bedroom, Peter turned the helmet around a few times in attempts to get a good look at it. He wasn't as stupid as to try put it on (THAT would definitely sound the alarm on the house).
"Hmm I wonder where I should put this. Not my room, too obvious. Sam already sleeps there."
He walked back and forth on the corridor upstairs trying to think of the place to put it.
"Can't be too obvious… Some place that's easy to find yet not somewhere you go take your first look. Let's see…"
One of their teammate's rooms? Nah too obvious. Aunt May's? Ew no. Basement? Nah, it would be one of the first places Sam would look. Him and Aunt May spent most of their time there doing a bunch of weird things. Peter remembered once catching them practicing yoga together. YOGA! He didn't even know Nova could bend that way…
"Ok focus! Ow!" He slapped his cheeks, hitting himself with the helmet by accident. "Damn you alien bucket."
Ok, back on track here. What would be a good place? What about the kitchen? Dinner and lunch for the next day was done so they wouldn't be doing any cooking there. And Sam seemed to love the cooking so much that he might as well sleep there. But it was a good place, depending on where you put it.
"Cabinets? Nah. Too obvious." Plus if someone goes to have a snack they'll find it BEFORE Sam even finished his
damn shower.
"Fridge? Nah. Same problem as the cabinets. What about… the oven?" The helmet could sustain an intense amount of heat, an amount their oven could get nowhere near incase someone wanted to heat it up for pizza. And it was black so it wouldn't be too noticeable.
"Now, just need to get to the kitchen undetected. Eh, easy enough."
As quiet as a shadow, Peter jumped out of his bedroom window and went around the house, getting in again through the kitchen window, which was conveniently open. Well it was getting hot, even at night, and it gave him the perfect entrance spot so peter wasn't complaining.
Glancing at the people in the living room, Peter was happy to see they were all facing away from him and paying a butt load of attention on the screen in front of them. Even Danny stopped meditating to watch (guess Danny CAN stop that zen thing for a few minutes to enjoy the wonderful world of digital entertainment once in a while).
"Ok now, in you go you big black Nova bucket." Peter chuckled as he closed the oven. Stepping back to look at his handiwork, he was satisfied to see that you couldn't see a hint of the helmet in the darkness of the oven, even with the light coming through the living room.
"Now, to enjoy tv and a bit of good old fashioned panicky Nova." He muttered to himself, walking to the living room and sitting on the ground next to Danny, who held one of the popcorn bowls.
"Hey guys, wha-"
"Shuuush!" They all said, with their index fingers in front of them at the same time as well. Talk about group coordination.
Looking at the screen, Peter found out what had everyone so glued to the screen. They were having an Aliens
Marathon! Well, nothing like black monsters of stealth and death killing people to bring out the family spirit of movie night.
Luke was making a comment about the half-human/half-alien xenomorph when they heard screaming coming from upstairs. They tried to ignore it and continue with the movie but with the screams, came sounds of someone throwing things around and running.
Ava sighed, mumbling something about idiot boys under her breath and paused the movie. Peter was struggling to keep from laughing. Took Sam long enough to figure out something was missing. Fortunately everyone was too occupied trying to figure out why there seemed to be a madman in the upstairs level of the house to notice.
Suddenly, Sam came downstairs (practically flying) in only his boxers and a towel on his head, his body still dripping wet. His hair was glued to his face and droplets of water were falling down from his head to his face and chest. He had the most desperate and panicked face you could imagine.
"Where is it! Where did you guys put it?! This is definitely NOT funny!" Sam yelled as soon as he came face to face with the team sitting on the living room.
Everyone couldn't help but laugh at Sam's figure. Even Aunt May laughed a little at Nova's expense. This, of course, only made him more annoyed and angry.
"Guys! Knock it off and give it back to me!"
"Give what back?" Ava asked between laughs.
"Don't play dumb with me! You know what!"
"Hey now, knock it off Sam. You're making a scene in front of Aunt May." Peter said, trying to sound serious even though laugher was easily noted in his voice.
"You! I bet it was you!" Sam ran up to Peter and got a hold of his t-shirt. "Give it back!"
"Sam, calm down. Tell us what is missing so that we can help you find it." Said Danny.
"My helmet is missing."
That got everyone's attention (though the team for different reasons, Aunt May was still in the dark about the team's true extracurricular activities). The laugher receded but didn't completely go away.
"Man you probably just forgot where you put it." Luke said, crossing his arms and giving Sam a 'you're an idiot' look.
"No, I've looked everywhere! And even so, I couldn't have lost it. I took it with me to the shower. It was sitting right on top of my clothes!"
Sam ignored the looks of both surprise and 'why would you even do that' he got and continued.
"It didn't just sprout legs and walked out of the room!"
Peter was about to make a comment on how it could have gotten tired of his stink and flew off before Aunt May intervened.
"Now now, calm down Sam. We're going to help you find your helmet. Is it the black one you always carry with you?"
Trust Aunt May to be helpful. Peter found Sam's desperations amusing but he was starting to wonder if this was all worth it. He had rarely seen Nova so panicked. But he still wanted to see what was going to happen so he didn't come clean. Plus, sticking his neck out was only going to make everything worse for himself.
"Yes. The one with the red star on the front. Oh man I can't lose it!"
"Well, why don't you go… um get dressed and we'll start searching for it."
Sam had the decency to blush as he remembered the state he had entered the room in. He had remembered to at least put on his boxers before marching onto the room. Not that Peter himself would have complained except for the fact that his Aunt may (and Ava but she would probably just kick Sam out the window before he could even say "Buckets!") was there and there had no need for her to be exposed to a teenage boy's privates, especially Nova's.
"Oh…" He said while looking down, pulling the towel down to cover his red face. "Y-Yeah. I'll be r-right back." And with that he was gone.
"I wonder what could have happened to Sam's helmet. It's not like him to lose it. He always keeps it as close to him as possible, I can't think of a reason why he would let it out of his sight." Aunt May said. She had her right hand on her chin, her face had that classic detective look on right now.
Ava sighed and got up begrudgingly.
"Great. More work. And not even MY work."
"And right on the good part too." Luke muttered as he looked at the screen, the alien queen and the hybrid alien on it. With a big pause icon on the center. What a wrong image to have on an aliens movie marathon.
"Let us search quickly. The faster we start, the faster we can go back to the movie." Danny tried to cheer them up.
"That's the spirit." Aunt May cheered. She looked back at Peter who hadn't said a word yet. "Peter, you're so quiet honey. You didn't happen to have anything to do with Sam's helmet disappearing did you?" She asked with a snippet of suspicion on her face.
Peter smiled and put his hands up to shoulder height.
"Hey, don't look at me. It's not my fault Sam can't take care of his own things."
"Says the guy who regularly loses his comic books even though they don't even leave his room." Ava says unimpressed.
"Hey, I keep telling you someone is taking them!"
"Yeah yeah. Let's just find that idiot's helmet so we can go back to the movie." Luke was the first one to move, moving to the door. "I'm going to check outside."
Aunt May walked to the door leading to the basement.
"I'll check the basement. Maybe he left it there during our last yoga session."
Peter got goosebumps remembering last time he caught them on a yoga session. He knew he could probably do most (if not all) of those moves but there was only so much he could fake until his (now) natural balance and flexibility started showing.
And the less Aunt May knew of his true abilities the better. Plus, it would probably be too distracting to even be in the same room for long with them. Well, Nova. He'd be dead before he even thought of being there to see his aunt's yoga moves. He still wondered what Sam got out of all those activities they all did together. Not that Peter gave it that much thought. Except for Sam's cooking. That he couldn't deny was something he enjoyed. Eating. Delicious precious tasty food.
Ava pushed a finger against Peter's forehead, bringing him back from his thoughts.
"Hey, enough with the creepy dreamy look and on with the searching. You stay here and search. I'll go to the bedrooms and Danny, you go check the attic." She said with the most demanding voice Peter had heard her utter. Man she must REALLY want to continue with the movie. Not that Peter could blame her, they WERE in the middle of one of the biggest parts of the movie.
"Yes ma'am." Peter said mockingly and "searched" through the living room and dining room. He knew he wouldn't find anything but he had to make it at least slightly believable.
After a few minutes, Sam came running downstairs. He looked distraught and Peter was starting to think this whole prank had maybe not really been his most brilliant idea.
"Anything?" Sam asked.
"Nothing so far."
Sam, if possible, looked even more desperate and ran into the basement. He didn't take long, just a few seconds before he came back out again and ran outside.
"Wait Sam! You just showered, you're going to catch a cold if you go outside!" Aunt May yelled from the basement but Peter doubted Sam heard or even cared about that now.
The team was back on the living room and Sam was moving from one side to another, his fists shaking beside him.
"I can't believe we can't find it. You sure you didn't leave it someplace "else"?" Ava asked.
They all knew what Ava meant. Sam shook his head.
"No, I had it with me until my shower. Someone must have took it." And with that Sam turned to glare briefly at Peter.
Everyone looked back at Peter as well.
"What? I didn't do anything. Besides, I'm sure you'll find it in a sec, do you have some sort of tracker on it?"
"Do you think I would be here without my helmet if I had something like that?!" Sam exclaimed.
"I'm sure you'll find it soon enough dear." Aunt May put a hand reassuringly on Sam's shoulder.
Sam sighed, shoulders sagging down.
"Hey, did anyone search the kitchen yet?" Luke asked.
Sam's head made a pop sound from how fast he pulled it up. He ran over there and started opening every single door there and looking through every gap that look remotely big enough to hold his helmet.
When, at the lack of anymore choices, he opened the oven he froze. He'd never seen anyone hug a helmet with as much spirit as Sam was showing now.
"Well, I'm glad you found it. It's a mystery how it ended up there…" Aunt May said, giving another glance in Peter's direction, who just shrugged his shoulders and gave her and uneasy smile. "I think I'll go lie down now. All this excitement got me tired and I'm going hiking this weekend. I'm going to need all the energy I can get! Have a good movie night guys!" She waved at them and got up to her bedroom.
Before anyone could say anything, Sam put on his helmet and, after a brief flash of blue light, he appeared in his suit. Then his lenses glowed brightly and he stood there, as if watching something. From the look on his face, Peter didn't think it was anything good. Good for Peter he meant.
To make his point true (how he hated when he was right sometimes) Nova started to glow even brighter and moved with lighting speed to Peter and pushed him up in the air with both hands.
"You…" Sam glared at Peter.
"Uh… trying to make us blind there… Sam…?" He had to admit, even that was weak but Sam didn't seem to be in a very friendly mood at the moment.
His teammates were talking and (Peter hoped) tried to calm down Nova. The last thing Peter needed was a burn from Nova in the form of a spider-ham.
They stood in that position for quite a long time before Nova let him go. He pointed a glowing finger at Peter's face.
"You do ANYTHING like this again and you'll be sorry you even thought of it in the first place Peter." And with that, Sam took off, to where Peter didn't know.