Spider-man: New World

A/N: Revised edition. Minor dialogue added & changed.

Chapter 1:

"Where the hell am I?" Thought Peter Parker as he opened his eyes, revealing a vast beach. Eagles squawked overhead and waves crashed into the yellow sand to his left. Last thing I remember is...shouting. Lots of shouting. There was a bright light. Am I dead? He gazed upwards and saw a blazing sun above him, with birds circling some carrion over to his left. Trash littered the sand under his feet. Speaking of his feet, he was still wearing his traditional red-and-blue custom-made Spider-suit. His classic costume had definitely gone through major mileage since it's last repair. Best find some clothes. Hope I don't have to pull a 'terminator' on someone. Looking at the path ahead of him, he saw a cityscape. So was I just knocked out during a fight? He quickly banished that thought as unlikely, given the amount of force it would take to knock a grown man several miles. If someone hit me that hard, I'd be dead. And there'd be an impact crater.

No, I remember being in the city fighting. I remember John being there, and Ms Marvel, Cap and Tony. We where all there, fighting something. An explosion occurred and...How the hell am I still alive? And uninjured? He thought as he continued to make his way to the city on foot. Sand had begun to sink into his feet through the soles of his socks. Looks like I'm gonna be in the doghouse with M.J again for missing our date-night. I can save the world but not my relationships. Go figure. His thoughts continued to drag on as he slowly approached the city, with each step weighing more than the last. Web-shooters were of no use to him, as there were no buildings within range yet. It would be another half hour before he could use them.

Once he could, however, his journey was much more enjoyable. He swung through the city with ease, searching for some familiar landmark. It didn't take him long to realize he wasn't in New York, as he could see none of the famous buildings. He was about to head towards the nearest clothing store and sneak some clothes away when something swept past him at supersonic speed. The only things that go by that fast are fighter jets and my good relationships. But the blur was wiped from his mind as he saw what was coming.

An asteroid was hurtling towards the planet's surface.

More importantly, towards the city he was currently in. Ohhh Applesauce. He thought as he began to run the calculations for how much force would be transferred to the planet based on how large the asteroid was. I doubt my web's will stop it, no matter how small it is, He thought, But maybe I can do something. He finished as he propelled himself forwards. Fire-engines and police cruisers speed below him as people ran in a panic. He was forced to change direction mid-swing to catch a man who had jumped off the side of a building. Doomsday brings out all the crazies.

"Don't jump," Peter said as he set the man down mid-swing, "It's not worth it. My world ends every other day."

"Who the hell are you!" Peter heard the man shout.

A green streak flew past him, going in the same direction as the other one, forcing him to abandon his witty comeback. Don't recall any green avengers, Peter thought, but maybe Tony's trying out a new suit. Maybe he got tired of the red-and-yellow. Then he noticed something about the asteroid. It was slowing down substantially, almost to a halt. In fact, it was coming to a halt, due to a tiny blotch of colour at the base.

The force of the asteroid was to much to overcome, and as it impacted the surface of the nearby water a titanic shock-wave blasted the city. It was several minutes before Peter reached the crash sight, but he knew he had to help whoever had stopped it from hitting the city. The rock felt strange, unearthly even. It crumbled at his touch as he examined a piece in his hand. What is this stuff? Peter thought as he tossed the piece over his shoulder. A metallic clunk caught his attention. Iron core? He thought as he turned around and entered one of the asteroid's 'craters.'

That's when it caught his attention.

A dome-shaped structure was embedded in the rock. The outer layer was comprised of a see-through metal, while the interior was lavishly cushioned. And in the centre of it all was a woman. She looked like she was in her early twenties, like him. Her hair was golden blonde and flowed unrestrained down her shoulders. She was covered in a strange outfit consisting of unfamiliar material of several shades of blue. But he disregarded that fact as he tore the metallic covering off the dome, exposing her to the fresh air. He did a quick check for any injuries. Seeing none, he gingerly lifted her out of the pod and placing her on the ground.

Her eyes snapped open, revealing a crystal blue. But her eyes where not the only thing that shot up, her hand grasped Peter's throat with lightning speed and held on with a vice-like grip.

"Ya ier lle!" The girl screeched with violent intent as she tightened her hand around his throat. He was perplexed, as his Spider-sense had alerted him to a threat, but she had been to fast for even him. "Manke ier amin, kwentra amin ri' amin wilea hiana lle!"

"I'm here to...help!" he gasped as he struggled for air.

"Amin wilea ndengina lle manka lle ach il kwentra amin!" The girl shouted as her grip became deathly. Although he didn't understand a word of what she said, her expression was all he needed to understand her intent. Fine, he thought, we'll do this the hard way. He aimed his free hand and shot a blotch of webbing into her eyes. She dropped him to the ground as she clawed at her face. "Amin ncaj'a ecè! il elea mani doka lle ooduè?!"

"I don't want to hurt you!" Peter shouted, causing the girl to cower and cover her ears, screaming in agony.

"I' lamya ceek hiana a' amin" the girl screeched, causing a wave of sound to erupt from her lips and blast him with the force of a small tornado.

"I don't understand!" Peter shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Atar?! Atara?!" the girl shouted as she closed her eyes. "Atar! Atara! tua amin ikotane sai' hiana! Atar?!"

The girl was obviously in pain, Peter could tell that much by her voice. Yet he couldn't get through to her because of the obvious language barrier. He reached forward, hoping that she would understand this gesture of friendship.

Unfortunately, she didn't. She lashed out with one hand, smacking his aside as she reached for his throat. Her hand tightened around his windpipe, crushing his airways. As he began to black out, Peter heard another voice, this one male and very powerful-sounding.

"Ro wilea il hiana lle."

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Ya ier lle - Who are you!

Manke ier amin, kwentra amin ri' amin wilea hiana lle! - Where am (literally 'Where are') I, tell me or I will harm you!

Amin wilea ndengina lle manka lle ach il kwentra amin - I will kill you if you do not tell me

Amin ncaj^a ecé il elea. mani doka lle oodu?! I can not see! What is on my eye's?

Atar?! Atara?! Father?! Mother?!

Atar! Atara! tua amin ikotane sai' hiana! Atar?! Father! Help me! It hurts me so much! Father?!

I' lamya ceek hiana a' amin the sound causes me pain

Ro wilea il hiana lle – Release him. He means you no harm.

A/N: I could not find any Kryptonian dictionaries/language translators, so I substituted my basic knowledge of Tolkien's Elvish (bolstered by literary and internet research, and several other fictional languages) 'Kryptonian' will always be displayed in italics, as will inner thoughts. I will always include an English translation at the bottom.