My respect for Naruto Uzumaki rose by a huge margin. This jutsu was impossible. The spinning blue mass, it couldn't even be called a sphere yet, sputtered out.
"You're not using your powers in public until you can do the Rasengan, that's final. That's enough for today. Get ready for school."
I snarled, "Can you do the Rasengan?" His eyes narrowed, turning the blood red of the Sharingan. He held out his hand, the blue orb swirled into existence without even a look of stain on his face. He made it look easy. The asshole.
He smiled up from his wheel chair Sharingan deactivating, "I've spent a lot of time practicing this particular jutsu."
Yeah, while he was in the hospital, I was trying to make funeral arrangements and track down Hammer head. "Whatever Cain. I have class."
How my brother got the resources to buy and outfit a small warehouse and own a decent apartment in Queens was baffling. I really didn't want to know, even if he had Chakra and a Sharingan, he was still stuck in a wheel chair. Not even Might Gai could be a ninja from a wheel chair.
It was a short walk to the subway, and it was a tad difficult to keep my Sharingan from activating. On a New York City Subway, I doubt such a thing would even be noticed. The enormously fat man in a Spider-Man costume three seats down proved my point rather spectacularly.
My phone dinged, Spider-man was fighting the Rhino. I scrolled down to look to see if there was a probable location. Damn, they were fighting close enough to the subway stop that the train would try to skip that stop. Coincidentally, that was the stop I needed to get off at. Wonderful.
Before I could even close out the Hero Watch app, my brother had sent me a text, 'Don't interfere.'
I snorted, like I was going to. Spider-Man can get his ass kicked for all I care. He deserved it.
There was a startled noise of surprise when the stop was skipped. You'd think that people would install Hero Watch. Even if one didn't like superheroes, it kept one up to date on all the fights going on. Enough so you could actively avoid or track down the battles going on.
The next stop couldn't come quick enough, people rushed out and I was carried by the wave. Thanks New York. I calmly moved off the platform and up to the streets. It was a bit of a walk to school, but as long as I beat Parker to class I wasn't considered late.
"Detention." The unfortunately named Ms. Dodds growled at me. Astonishingly, Peter Parker had beat me to class. That meant I was extremely late.
I couldn't even use the excuse, 'Spider-Man was fighting Rhino and I had to go around.' She was already back to teaching Trigonometry. Thankfully it was right triangle stuff, so it was much easier than normal trig stuff.
I shot a text at my brother, telling him I had detention, and then ignored all his responses.
"Wow, never thought you would have detention," Flash whispered from behind me, "The teachers usually like you."
I shrugged, "If you're later than Parker, you probably deserve detention."
Flash chuckled and went back to twirling his near constant football. It was probably his version of a security blanket, though much manlier than Linus' literal blanket.
Gwen hurled a crumbled ball of paper at my head, and I reflexively caught it. She was to far away to really ask out loud, but my 'what the hell?' gesture was enough to really get the desired message across. Her angry expression was enough to tell me what she wanted to say. 'Don't bad talk Peter.'
I rolled my eyes obvious enough that she got the message of, 'I really don't care, and you should ask the guy out already.' She huffed, turning back to the teacher. Harry Osborn snickered.
The only rich tool to actually go to a public school and was possibly the biggest shipper of Gwen and Peter. If only Parker would notice how the girl felt about him, even Flash was starting to catch on.
"Mr. Callahan, I see you're paying as much attention as Mr. Thomson." Ms. Dodds grouched from the front of the class, "Solve this problem or you get a full week of detention." Yeah that was a no go. Detention means no training, no training means no Rasengan, no Rasengan means no hunting down someone to fix my brother's spine.
One day I can accept, a whole five? Hell no.
I sigh, one hand coming up to rub across my eyes, covering the activation of Sharingan. I only needed a few moments. "Sin65.8. To do more I'd need to use a calculator."
The teacher's jaw clenched, but she let it go. I sighed, cutting the Chakra flowing to my eyes. If only I could do a genjutsu on the entire class or use a shadow clone to come here. That would be great. Continuing to teach the lesson, she continued to talk about things no one cared about, namely triangles. Soon enough the first class of the day ended. Six more to go.
I'm somewhat glad I wasn't a superhero. Being a do-gooder and attending high school big mistake.
Detention was awful, besides the single teacher (not Ms. Dodds thankfully) I was the only one in the room. I glared at Avenger's Tower in the distance, maybe instead of using some of the most advanced technology in the entire freaking world to fight crime, the could instead use it to help heal people too.
I had an awfully horrible idea. Tony Stark must have designed nanotech at some point. Tiny robots might be able to heal my brother, and the only thing stopping me from taking a peak was this lazy teacher.
I felt my eyes gleam, Sharingan. "Mr. Williams?" The teacher looked up from his Sports Illustrated, and unfortunately caught my eye.
I walked out of the detention classroom, careful to avoid the lazily placed cameras. As far as anyone knew, I was still serving detention.
Perfect.
The one thing the manga and anime never gushed about, was the fact that the Sharingan gave me absolute perfect vision. It had gushed about the insane reaction times, and the copying of everything, and even the genjutsu I could cast with a glance. I mean with a single look, I could see every pore on someone's face from across a football field.
Tony Stark had just left his garage like work station, to get some food maybe?
I pulled up my dark gray scarf, I didn't have a Kakashi mask, and I won't wear a balaclava. So, a scarf pulled up around the bottom half of my face would have to do.
"Now or never," I mutter. I jump, chakra powered my leap, but it wasn't enough to get me up to the level I needed to be at. I stuck to the wall, rather like Spider-man. Except I use chakra, instead of spider powers. Tree climbing as the technique was called, was extremely useful. I 'rose' to my feet and started walking up to the correct floor.
It was a few cautious minutes until I made it to the correct floor. Level 38, now to get in.
I flashed through a few handseals. Concentrated Raiton Chakra flared at my finger tip. It wasn't a proper jutsu, more akin to a plasma torch than a Chidori. It cut through the bulletproof plexiglass like a lightsaber through a battledroid. Within moments there was a not-circle in the window. I carefully crawled through the melted hole, it was still burning hot. I landed near silently on the floor, and henged into a near perfect copy of Tony Stark.
I had to walk across the garage, half completed suits of Iron Man armor were laying on disorganized racks. Finally, I reached a holographic computer. "Seriously? What's wrong with a Microsoft Surface. Does this guy have a Forerunner complex?" I touched the keyboard, and a holographic keyboard popped up.
Thankfully, there was no password, and I was able to find a file search function. I typed in nanites, and nothing popped up. Damn, that was not how I planned for things to go.
Nanotech. Nothing.
Nano-bots. Nothing.
Mini-robots. Nothing!
They can't have found out already. I haven't even been in here for three minutes. Right? That would take some decent programming of the Tower's security function to detect absolute replicas of Avengers. It was within the realm of possibility.
"Now kid, I love the sense of style, but it doesn't work if I see you climbing up the side as yourself." I looked up in horror, Tony Stark in full battle armor was standing before me. His glowy-circle-laser-death-beam thing on his palm shining menacingly.
"Uh…No speak English?" The repulsor beam passed inches over my head disrupting the henge, but I was already forming handseals Snake-Ram-Boar-Horse-Bird a classic Fuuton: Reppusho. Concentrated air blasted into Iron Man…. barely staggering him. Oh, yeah; he wore really heavy armor.
Okay, running time.
I dashed for the opening in the plexiglass, chakra pooling at my feet to provide extra traction. A person with chakra could move if he or she really wanted to. Diving through the hole had me having absolutely nothing between me and the ground.
Side note: The ground was THIRTY-EIGHT FLOORS below me.
"Oh shit!" I looked around, "C'mon think! Landing strategy."
About ten floors below me Avengers Tower widens angling out, oh that might work. I twist, letting air move me closer to the tower. I contact it with a hand using chakra to protect my hand instead of sticking. The flat building suddenly angled out, turning into a slide. Glass broke above me.
Iron Man was coming after me.
I hit the angled building hard, but nothing brakes. On me or the building.
Instead of the graceful slide I had hoped, I roll twice before managing to start sliding. The angled part of the building would stop soon, returning to the harsh sheer drop it had been before.
Instead of falling further, I jumped. Flying through the air I thankfully kept from screaming. That would just ruin my stoic profession persona, which would be a huge tragedy. Landing on a flat roof, in a classic 'hero landing' pose was awesome. I ignored the ache in my knees to keep running, a quick glance telling me Iron Man was still following me.
Keeping my face covering (A freaking scarf!) attached to my face was now a priority. A light application of chakra kept the scarf there, but it kept me from using any jutsu shot from the mouth.
"Now would be a great time to use a Rasengan." I grumble to myself.
I jump to the next building, sticking to its wall. "C'mon, this time it needs to work." Snake-Ram-Boar-Horse-Bird, I clapped my hands pushing more chakra into the jutsu, as much as I could without causing the technique to fail. I pushed my palms at him, "Gail Palm!"
A harsh whirlwind slammed into the Armored Avenger, knocking him off course. Iron Man slammed into an expensive looking building, too bad he could afford to pay for the damages. It barely slowed him down, he shot out of the building covered in dust.
"Kid, I'm about to get angry." A heavier gun snapped out of his bracer. "Stop running."
A fireball wouldn't do anything, and there wasn't another jutsu that I knew and could help me. I was up a certain creek without a paddle.
"RASENGAN!"