Hey everyone! This is my first Fanfiction so I will appreciate any and all constructive criticism! This will probably last for 20+ chapters, introducing characters I created and twists on current Spiderman Homecoming characters. There will be multiple POVs, some cursing/coarse language, and lots of action which I suck at so use your imagination :)

Also, I can't come up with very good titles or superhero team names so if you have any ideas, I'm all ears!

DISCLAIMER – I don't own Spider-man or any other characters associated with Marvel! I am only using the characters for entertainment purposes. I only have a few original characters.

PETER

It happened when Peter had just made a new discovery. He had just discovered something more impossible than travelling faster than light speed, or even licking your elbow (go ahead and try.) He had discovered the impossibility of getting MJ to fucking cooperate.

"Pleeassssseeeeee."

"No."

"MJ... Come on, please. I need your help. I can't find her without you. She's our only chance." But MJ already had her back to him.

"You know." She teased, "You should really learn to respect women when they tell you no."

But Peter could feel the panic climbing through him. He could already feel the loss, the pain, the guilt, because he could feel the minutes washing away, and with each one, his chest grew louder. "Please!" He begged. "Th-this is different. She's hurt and that, that's totally my fault but we need her. I need her... Ineed you.

That's when it happened.

Right there, when Peter was standing in the middle of the crowded school cafeteria. That's when everything he had been trying to prevent, came true. That's when his worst nightmare came to life. That's when everything and everyone around him turned to specks to dust. That's when Midtown High School and everything and everyone within a mile, was obliterated.

Everyone and everything. Except for Peter.

Butthisisn't where the story begins. This is just one possibility in an infinite possibility of endings. This is one outcome (where thousands of people die) in a limitless number of horrible outcomes. So, which one will it be? Which ending will be the real ending? I guess you're just going to have to find out. But let me tell you one thing before we begin, sometimes the thing that is least likely to happen, does.

Peter snored on his couch, cookie crumbs lining his lips.

"Hey, Peter. Check this out."

More snoring.

"Spiderman! Queens needs your help!"

Peter rolled off the couch and swung through the air, his spider web sticking to the ceiling. He dangled upside down, inches away from Ned's face, drool dripping out of his mouth.

He swatted the spit away, casually, and dropped to the floor, "Ned. I was having a good dream. I'm not really in the mood to play with my subconscious spider-sense, especially after my beat down last night."

Ned ignored the attitude, "Just look at the news."

Peter caught himself staring at Ned's messy, raven hair. Something Peter hasn't felt since Liz last year bubbled inside of him. He shook the feeling and peeled his eyes away from Ned's radiating smile, to the old television, which only reminded Peter that he had destroyed May's expensive flat screen last week. But the news quickly flipped Peter's guilt to joy.

"Is, is that m-me?"

"No. It's superman." Ned joked as he flipped through the news channels. "You're on every one. They're all because of you."

Peter staggered backwards, bumping into the couch. His (low) self-esteem ignited the denying thoughts in his mind. He couldn't believe that dozens, no, hundreds of super-hero teams were inspired by him. No way it was Spiderman, there must have been some sort of mix up. It had to be Mr. Stark, or Mr. Vision, or even Hawkeye. Spiderman's never done anything special. He's just caught a couple of bad guys. Peter's never done anything special.

"Peter, you're incredible. I mean, you were awesome before but you've inspired so many people. All of these groups are because of Spiderman. You've changed the freaking world... With my help of course."

"What?" He laughed as he spoke. "No... Have they really become that popular? Do people really–" His voice cracked. "Do they really believe in Spiderman?"

Ned hugged him. His soft stomach squishing up against Peter's body, and for a moment, just a moment, nothing else mattered.

Who would've thought posting videos of Spiderman fighting crime would become so popular. The internet made him a hero in so many people's eyes. Maybe Ned was right. Maybe Spiderman has created something special by doing something ordinary.

MJ (Michelle)

MJ wondered what possesses teenage boys to be so, so stupid.

"Fuck off, man." She said as she wedged her hand between asshole athlete guy and a clearly uncomfortable girl. MJ's "ability" kicked in, all of her senses intensifying. A power-surging sound made its way up from the girl's fist to MJ's tingling right ear. She glanced over at the girl's fist and zoomed in, an ounce of red mist seeping out of the girl's skin.

The girl tucked her hands into her jacket pocket, swiftly and suspiciously.

She's one of them. She's just like MJ. She's just like Peter. How many more of them are at this school?

"You fuck off. Octavia doesn't mind me here." The (entitled) white boy snapped.

MJ put her death glare on. She could see the sweat building up on his skin and the twitch in his eye. Fragile, was all MJ could think. Fragile.

"Yes." MJ gripped his wrist. "She does." And then she smiled as she twisted his entire body in the opposite direction and shoved him into the beige lockers. "Now fuck off."

He brushed himself off and MJ noticed specks of what looks like red sand flick onto the hall tile. The grain-sized specks glided across the bacteria filled floor and up Octavia's aging shoes and into the sliver of ankle she was showing. They disappeared like magic, almost like her skin was absorbing the twinkling sand-mist.

Uh, what the hell?

"Thanks, Michelle." Octavia squeaked.

"MJ."

"Right, MJ. Thanks. See you around."

She shuffled away, grass stains on the bottom of her shoes, dirt on her dark tan ankles. Her silky, black hair is tucked into her hoodie, which MJ realized she took from the Lost & Found two weeks ago.

MJ's brain whirled, her senses enhancing and un-enhancing. The sounds of kids chewing gum and doorknobs clicking and papers shuffling and zippers zipping. Smells of rotting apples and uncleaned cafeteria tables and fresh lunches wafted through the air. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt dust crawling on her skin.

Sometimes that happens. Sometimes MJ's "ability" spins out of control, and her mind and body hyper-focus on everything around her.

She whipped out her book, flipped to page 264, and began to read. Within seconds, her senses dialed down, her brain calmed and she just let herself become a part of the book's world.

Sometimes that's all it takes to control her power again. To escape reality, even just for a minute.

Is that why we dream? To escape reality? To run away from the truth that superpowers aren't always a blessing?

Maybe that's why we create? Maybe that's why humans have imagination, so we can escape, even for just a little while?

MJ couldn't help but wonder if anyone would ever know the answers.