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Peter Parker was not in a good mood.

No, that did not even describe how he felt at the current moment. He had once again missed the bus, and was now having to run behind it. And of course, today just happened to be the day that they were headed to the big "Wayne and Stark Science Study".

After several minutes of running behind the bus, he managed to catch it. He sighed as he heard the snickers of his classmates. They were the ones, who spurred the Bus driver to move more quickly, leaving him behind in the dust. Honestly, why is it always fun to pick on the nerd?

As he sat on the bus, and adjusted his glasses, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound. The buses radio, which was usually used to listen to popular radio stations.

"We have a special announcement from the UN," The announcer said, "Senator Carter has finally pushed through his proposal for full world wide Atomic weaponry. We now go live to the senator talking about his success."

The radio buzzed, when suddenly they heard the voice of the Senator, "This is a momentous day for all of the Earth, as now peace and prosperity are far closer for all. Of course, we could have not accomplished this without the help of the one and only Superman. He is already heading to the north pole, hoping to disarm a large stockpile of weapons there."

Peter sighed, as he barely heard any of the announcement. The entire time, his classmates had been talking about gossip instead of listening to the news. This topic had just been talked about in Government yesterday, and of course, he had been among the only ones to actually give a presentation.

The bus skidded to a stop, right in front of New York Science Expo. Two of the four biggest companies in the world, Wayne Enterprises and Stark Industries, were currently holding this meeting of minds to try and help find new methods of bioengineering and new forms of green energy. The fact that the two playboy owners had a friendly rivalry, so this was also seen as a way to show off to the competition.

Peter smiled as he walked around the exhibits. As some of his classmates seemed confused by the scientific explanations, he was in his element. The test tubes, beakers, electric wires, this, next to his house with Uncle Ben and Aunt May, was wear he was most comfortable.

As he walked around to the insect exhibit of Wayne industries, two men who were watching the expo from a giant room above the main floor.

"Brilliant idea Bruce," said a man with a goatee and well cut suit, the playboy Tony Stark, "if we work together, our departments can slaughter Osborne and Luthor on Wall Street. Too bad I have to leave the party for that demonstration in the Middle East."

Next to him, sitting down in a thinking position, was Bruce Wayne. The two were both in their late twenties, and both considered amount the most powerful men in the world. They were both also known for their promiscuous lifestyles. The party life seemed to dominate them, and both of their main competitors had written them off as nothing more than rich heirs listening to a board of trustees. This of course was not true, but it was better to keep that appearance up for the sake of causing their opponents to underestimate them.

But while Stark was grinning like a mad man, happily sipping on a martini, Bruce had a small scowl covering his face. He had just finished listening to the radio, and something did not seem right. It seemed odd that they would begin to disarm, especially after the messages he had just received from space. If only he had had the time to go over the messages before those "technicians" had destroyed the machine.

It was also strange how Clark had been hit by some strange trance while they were there. Just as he was about to make his next plan, something splashed him. He growled, as he turned to Tony, a now empty Martini glass in hand. The fact that his rival was laughing his face off did not help Bruce's mood.

"Bruce," Stark laughed obnoxiously, "where is that fun loving, hard partying guy I have heard so much about? That's the reason I picked to have this expo with you instead someone else, I thought we would be able to relate and have a good time."

"Sorry," Bruce said, slipping back to his alter ego, "I was just thinking about the news from the U.N."

"But I thought you hated guns?" Stark asked curiously, "Wasn't that the reason your deal with Lexcorp fell through?"

"That's beside the point," Bruce said, "what I don't get is why the government would agree to this. After Darkside's last invasion, I thought they would be stockpiling for assurance. Besides, you sell guns to the military, and I work with you."

"First of all, that is for the US only, and second, why should we worry," Stark said, "after all, no matter what, Superman is there to protect us, right?"

Bruce Wayne, alias Batman, just stared out at the auditorium, mind buzzing with the questions caused by the previous night.

Peter meanwhile, was quietly listening to the speech about the newly designed spiders. He couldn't believe that these geniuses were able to create whole new species with just the small pieces of DNA from other spiders. Well that and a whole lot of radiation.

He silently took pictures of each of the spiders, hoping to use them in the school newspaper. That was if they actually gave enough time to look at his photos, instead of just tossing them away.

As he walked to a nearby wall, he began to flip through the photo's he had taken. As he looked over the photos, he began to wonder how Uncle Ben and Aunt May were doing. It seemed like every day, he asked himself this, and the question only grew by the day. He was nearly halfway through senior year, and if he left, what would happen to his beloved Aunt and Uncle.

As he pondered this, he did not notice a small spider, one with blue and red markings, begin to crawl down the wall behind him. The spider, cautiously, carefully, scurried near the teen. With one quick leap, he landed on Peter's shoulder. As if some being of greater power was guiding it, the spider crawled down the boy's arm, onto his hand, and, by the grace of god, sunk it's fangs into his skin.

"OW!"

Superman smiled as he lifted the next nuclear missile high into the air. This was the fifth missile they had found deep inside the secret S.T.A.R. base. It had been the best place to keep a surprise for the Soviet Union, but now that that particular threat had been neutralized, it was time for disarmament. The world had him now; there was no dispute between countries, no genocidal dictator, and no conquering alien he could not handle.

The soldiers who were helping shift through the storage crates were all shivering. Being in the Arctic Circle, without super powers, was a horrible ordeal. But, they all knew that Superman would never lead them astray, and so they pushed onward.

After several more hours of pushing through the base, and uncovering over a dozen more nuclear weapons, Superman had found the last major door in the facility. As the door creaked open, the platoon trudged forward. As they looked around, they saw-

"Nothing here," the Captain in charge of the expedition said, "Just an old loading dock." Superman began to look over the room. Several small wooden crates were lined near the walls, but nothing big enough to hide anything of too great a magnitude. He then turned his head to the pool in the middle of the floor. This was obviously used by submarines hoping to resupply on their secret mission's around Russia.

As Clark gazed down into the water, he noticed a large pack of ice floating just below the surface. In that ice, was a figure. Clark, surprised, began to use his over powering vision to peer into the ice, and recognized that it was a man.

Without warning, and shocking the soldiers, Superman dove into the water. As the soldiers looked at one another in confusion, Superman again raised to the surface a twenty foot long glacier in his hands.

The men began to come closet to the now grounded ice pack, and finally saw what had interested Superman.

"Man," one private said, "poor sucker has been frozen in there for who knows how long."

"I think I can tell," The Captain said, "see that," he pointed to a mark on the cloth covering the frozen man, "that looks like as medal of heroism from the French Resistance. This guy has been frozen since World War II."

"Hey," Superman turned to the sergeant, "didn't we bring a special forensic microwave. You know the one that was supposed to help us remove a bomb incase it was frozen in solid ice?" When the soldiers nodded confusedly, he smiled, "bring it here, we might just be able to use it after all."

A look of understanding crossed Captain Nick Fury's face. "Whatever you say sir, get that machine over here or you will be cleaning the latrine for the next year soldiers!"

"Yes Sir!"

"How the hell do I get in these situations?" Peter asked himself. That stupid spider had just had to bite him, didn't it! At first, the changes seemed great, he no longer needed glasses, he could move faster, and he was strong enough were Head Coach Walker had actually complimented him on his improvement at the bench. True, he had only done a set of ten two hundred pound reps, but for a guy who had yet to lift one hundred fifty pounds, that was incredible. The best part was, it did not even tire him out.

But, that was when things started to get strange. First, he had known when Flash Thompson, the jock that everyone looked up to, tried to punch him after science. It was freaky, but somehow, he knew exactly when every punch and kick from the larger teen was coming, and then, with one kick, he sent flash tumbling.

Not that he didn't enjoy humiliating that over confident jerk, but the ability to sense Flash's punches had weirded even him out. So, he left school early, claiming a stomach ache. One of the few students that the faculty actually trusted, they let him go home early. He had just gotten out when he noticed how weird the hairs on his hands looked. The looked more like steel hooks than hair. So, being the ever hard working science student that he was, he put his hand on a wall to see what would happen. He did not expect to find himself capable of climbing walls. One thing lead to another, and soon he was jumping across the roof tops of Queens. Soon, he had found that he could shoot webs from his wrists by moving his fingers into a certain position.

So, when he heard about how Uncle Ben and Aunt May were going to start to need some money to pay for the tax bill in placed by the new disarmament law, he thought it would be wise to go and get some to help them. So, when he heard on the radio that some company was offering three thousand dollars to last three minutes in the ring with some man known as Crusher Hogan. He probably should have known that it was a bad idea the instant he heard that name.

Now, while he was jumping and flipping his way around the cage, dodging the far larger man, he was also feeling bad about yelling at his Uncle Ben. The poor man had just been worried about him, and he had to go and mouth off to him. Maybe he would take his uncle out to a nice dinner to present the money to them. It would all be worth it when the money was paid off.

With one quick swoop, he jumped down, and then landed a swift kick in the jaw on the fighter, causing the man to collapse in a heap. The crowd roared, as the cage was dropped. The announcer, out of breath, lifted his arm in triumph.

"Let's here it for Spiderman!"

Tony Stark was infamous for his partying lifestyle. Some said that any dollar he mad with his company was later being used for a mimosa that very same night. But, as Bruce Wayne knew and cultivated, nobody expected anything special from a party boy. Tony Stark, unlike what any normal person would assume, was an engineering genius. And now that he was currently stuck in Afghanistan, heart now running artificially, working on weapons for the Taliban.

He was lucky that the Dr. Yinsen. Now, secretly, they were working on a special new suit that would help them escape and defeat this band of terrorists. Suddenly, the door slammed open, as two guards entered the room, sneering at the men.

"The boss is giving you twenty four hours to finish your work," the leading man said, "If not, we will just have to see if you can work faster with only one leg." The tow men slammed the door shut laughing, while the engineers growled at their captors.

"It is a good thing we are finally finished," Yinsen chuckled, pulling the cover from their weapon. It was an incredibly large suit, about the eight feet tall and five feet wide. Tony smiled at his own customizations, a flame thrower and a machine gun. They were going to kick these stupid terrorist's asses.

Suddenly a commotion was heard from the outside of the giant cell/laboratory. Yinsen's eye's widened.

"They must have spotted what we were doing," he said, quickly attaching the machine gun arm to Tony, "Aim at the door when they come through."

As the two guards from earlier rushed through the door, Tony let off a burst of bullets, sending both men to the ground stone, cold, dead. Yinsen cringed when he heard more shouts, running to the men's bodies and picking up one of their AK-47s.

"What are you doing!" Tony screamed, as Yinsen peered through the door.

"Buying you time," he said solemnly, "get that damn suit on and then come and help me." He then let out a war cry, and charged through the door gun blazing. Tony began to hurriedly pile the armor onto his body hearing continual gunfire. Just as he had put the helmet on, the sound stopped. Tony stared in horror when he saw a member of the Taliban rush through the door. In pure fury he threw his fist forward slamming the man's fist into a wall, causing his skull to explode.

Another Taliban member, seeing this from outside the door, screamed, firing wildly at Tony. Dismissively, Tony pointed his left arm forward, and a jet of fire engulfed the extremist. As Stark stomped through the door, he saw the bleeding body of Yinsen lying there, barely held up by the wall. He then saw the older scientist move and twitch, eventually opening his eyes. Tony, relieved to see his friend alive, began to attempt to lift the man onto his shoulder.

"Don't bother yourself with me, my time is already done," Yinsen croaked, his eyes slowly shutting, "Just get out of here and save yourself."

Suddenly bullets began to hit Tony's back, and with a fury he turned to see three terrorists standing there with machineguns. He suddenly threw himself at them, crushing the first one with a devastating kick. The other two were rushing towards the door that lead out of the cave were the prison was located, and as the first one got out, he closed the door.

At least twenty men gathered around the door, aiming their weapons as the man behind it screamed for mercy. Suddenly, they heard silence. And then, the silence ended when the door exploded from its hinges crushing three men with its weight. Then men opened fire, only to stare in shock when their bullets had no affect on Tony. The man covered in titanium armor aimed his right hand at them, and a small rocket shot towards them, flinging the men in several directions. As Tony looked at the devastated group of militants, he began to use the scouting computer to locate the nearest settlement. He then tapped his heels together, sending him flying into the sky. It was then that he realized that this was truly a prototype.

"HOW DO I STEER THIS DANM THING!" He screamed, as after a mile of zipping across the sky, he crash landed near a mountain town. Luckily, search and rescue helicopters from his company were near by.

Who says being rich and famous doesn't have its perks?

Superman sighed as the long process of safely melting the ice from the soldier's body was nearly halfway done. He wanted this mission to be over with, so he could begin his next trip of disarmament. Captain Fury had been pressing dozens of buttons, making sure the heater was not going too high. If it did, the poor frozen man would actually be soup instead of free.

Suddenly, a buzzing began to sound over the radio. "Come in Captain Fury," the garbled voice of Commodore Liston said, "we will need to get out of here soon. If the ice storm surrounds us, we'll be stuck on this frozen wasteland for the next three months."

Fury angrily grabbed the radio. "Sir, were down here with a man nearly frozen to death, can't you give us more-" he was shocked when suddenly Superman, in an attempt to make the process go faster, began to use his heat vision to heat the surface of the ice. This seemed to speed up the process.

Suddenly, the distance between the surface of the ice and the body of the trapped man began to grow even thinner. One foot… six inches… one inch. In less than ten minutes after the call, the ice had completely melted from the soldier's body. His green outfit was covered in numerous tares, and the man's blond haired appeared to be covered in soot.

"Get him on the ship," Superman said, and soon the entire platoon of privates was picking up the man and moving him. Suddenly, a clang hit the floor. Super man turned. It was a shield. The shield was covered in red and white stripes and white stars over a blue heading. Superman did not know what to make of the shield, especially one with such a large dent in the middle. But he suddenly saw the look on Nick Fury's face.

"Well, Superman," the captain said jokingly, "Looks like we just solved a sixty year mystery. The case of 'what ever happened to Captain America'?"

"I can't believe he's gone."

Peter Parker, face covered in a red mask, sat on the edge of the Empire State Building. Tears were pouring out of his eyes. It was all his fault. He had let that robber get away. He was so angry about that producer cheating him, he allowed a criminal to escape. If he had just stopped the criminal, than Uncle Ben…

He remembered the last words that his uncle had said to him. "With great power comes great responsibility." It was so cheesy. Too cheesy, but it was true. He had let his uncle down. Now, he would never let it happen to any one again.

"You hear that world!" Peter shouted into the darkness of the night, "There is a new hero in town, and his name is Spiderman!"

Steve Rodgers groaned. As he began to open his eyes, the light nearly fried his retina, as he moved his arm to cover him. Suddenly a voice began to talk to him. At first, he could not understand. Had he been captured by the Nazi's or was he being held hostage by the Russians! But, soon, after the ringing in his ears began to die, he could begin to make out English words. Yes! He could here an accent like his home in New York. He had been found by Americans!

Superman was surprised when the man that only three hours earlier had been frozen for several hours leaned up to an upright sitting position. "Who are you?" the World War II veteran asked the soldiers and sailors currently manning the ship. The USS Metropolis was a Heavy Cruiser, so it was capable of carrying the entire military force dispatched from the mission, though it would have been unable to escape from the ice if it had been caught.

"Sir, I am Captain Nick Fury," Nick said astonished, "It is honor to meet you, Captain Steve Rogers. Or should I say, Captain America?"

Steve chuckled, "I can't believe that I'm actually called that. Man, lucky you guys found me so quickly, or else the government might have dubbed some new super soldier that. How many months has it been since I went missing?" he asked well naturedly, before adding, "I'm sure my squad mates are worried about me."

Steve did not like the uncomfortable looks that covered the faces of the soldiers, and the downcast face of Nick Fury.

"Sir, I don't think any of your squad mates are even still alive," Superman, speaking from what he knew of his adopted planet's history said.

"They were all killed?" Cap asked in horror, only for Nick to shake his head.

"Sir, it has been over seventy years," Fury said, "It's now 2017."

Captain looked sadly to the ground. Poor Bucky. To believe that all of his friends were dead and gone frightened him. He couldn't believe that Logan was gone though, that man from Canada was indestructible.

After an awkward silence, he turned to them. "So," he asked, "What happened after I went missing?"

"Well," Fury said, "we beat the Nazi's, forced the Japanese to surrender, and withstood a forty year cold war to see the Soviet Union collapse."

"That's good," Steve said with the sides of his lips rising slightly.

"Oh, and we are just about to begin a world wide disarmament of all the missiles in the world," Superman added proudly.

"Wait, WHAT!"

"Good evening," a young man with brown hair and a gray suit, "This is Snapper Carr reporting. It has been six months since Senator J. Allen Carter's dramatic disarmament plans had been ratified."

The screen flashes to Superman, now pulling the heads off of Warheads in a warehouse. "While Superman has been working around the clock to disarm hundreds of deadly warheads, feelings about the bill have continued to grow more polarized by the day."

"SUPERMAN RULES!" a young man in a beanie cap shouts to the camera. A crowd begins to cheer behind him.

"Among those who have put their support behind the bill include former weapons mogul, Tony Stark, who had a change of heart after a trip to the Middle East."

"I have stopped all weapons production, because when I was in Iraq, I saw what can happen with my weapons," Tony speaks sadly into a microphone, "My escort made of brave servicemen and women was slaughtered by terrorists who used my tech to attack us. I never again want to be responsible for the death of another American soldier who is out their bravely fighting for our country."

"There are those who remain skeptical, however."

"Look," a man in a bright red suit with lighting bolts covering it said cockily, "The big guy's heart is in the right place, but give me a break. I'm the fastest man alive," He suddenly flashes off the screen, bursts behind the reporter, touches his shoulder, zips away again, and then reappears where he originally was, leaving the reporter very confused, "and even I can't be five places at once."

"Among the harshest critics of the plan is Captain America."

Steve appears in a new Red and Blue outfit, with a white Star on his forehead. "I understand that Superman is a great man. He is a good person, and his heart is in the right place, but he needs to realize that even in peace, it is wise to prepare for war."

"Captain America, after being honorably discharged from the US army and receiving many awards, including the Medal of Honor, has begun to live quietly in a small home in the Bronx, only a few blocks away from Yankee Stadium. He was honored by being allowed to through the first pitch of the New Year for a full house at the house that replaced the house the Ruth built, and is now among the strongest supporters of the Republican Party."

"Even with the pessimism of his fellow hero's, I personally know that I will sleep better at night, knowing that Superman is watching over us."

Clark Kent smiled as the TV broadcast flipped off. He smiled, gulping down the last ounces of his water, before laying down his head on a pillow, and drifting off to sleep.

One…two…three..

"AHH!"

Wow, three and a half seconds, a new record for visions attacking a hero.

Peter Parker was now in an even fouler mood. Why, dear reader you may ask? Well he had just graduated from High School, and his intelligence had gotten him several scholarship offers, which surprised Peter because he had practically worked through the second half of the year on coffee, considering his many nightly escapades to stop crime. But, unfortunately, none were in New York. He couldn't just Leave Aunt May alone. She had no income and they were the last family each of them had.

But right now, that silence was broken by the giant crashing fireball, which had just slammed right past him while he had been web slinging. He had barely gotten away, and was now watching the action; he suddenly saw the blue and red form of Superman arrive near an ambulance. Luckily, the only one hurt was the man in Superman's arms.

"Medic," Superman cried, dropping down to the doctors, "you take care of him, and leave the rest to me." As he flew off, the medic turned down to Batman. Gently, she attempted to remove the mask from his face. Her hand was soon caught in a vice grip.

"Don't even think about it," Batman said calmly, as the medic stared at him dumbfounded.

While Batman was continuing his attempt to freak out everyone he comes in to contact with, and succeeding, Superman was having a hard time with a giant invader, firing laser bolts at him. The fact that the bolts sent him flying backwards did not breed comfort. Spiderman groaned under his mask. Here he goes again.

The invader was nearing another car, only to suddenly stop for a second. Something did not seem right. With what little intelligence it had, it turned its one great eye downward, and it would have widened if it could. Its legs were tied up in some kind of weird web!

"Hey one eye!" the invader turned upwards, only to be sent backwards in a heap by a powerful kick from a blue and red blur, "You don't seem to have good eyesight. I know an optometrist who might be able to help you with that!"

The man in red and blue, who was surprisingly not Superman, turned to the crowd. "Don't worry everyone, just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman dropping in for a bit. Once I take care of this big guy, everything will be just fine." As he said this, a blast came from the creature's eye, sending him flying into the sky. Every one watching, whether on the street or on TV, would have sweatdropped. Unfortunately, only the Japanese are capable of that feat.

As Superman removed the rubble from his shoulders, he was suddenly attacked again by strange visions. Suddenly, he turned away from the invaders, and sped off. Batman, who was currently in his bat jet firing missiles at a large group of invaders. He turned to follow Superman wherever he was headed. Spiderman, noticing that Batman was also flying away, whipped some web around his head, and hit the bat jet. Unfortunately, he failed to realize what traveling behind a plane going at light-speed.

"Some one stop this crazy thing!" he shouted, as the jet zoomed off.

Cap could not believe what was going on. One minute, he is simply reading the paper, the next; he sees his living room wall ruined and a giant three legged creature staring down at him. So that is how he ended up on this long three block long scramble for his life, and for some reason he could not shake this creature!

As he continued to scramble , he noticed a lid of a trash can lying near him. With catlike reflexes, he spun himself near it, grabbed the lid, and tossed it like a discus at the invader. Now, the thing about this trashcan lid, was that it was one of those old metal ones. And, due to the damage the creature and its fellow walkers had caused, this lid had lost the carefully laid rim. So, the lid was more of a saw than normal lid. This of course, had the rather lucky, for Steve, affect of slicing through the creature's leg. As the creature collapsed to the ground, Steve just stared at the affect his throw had had. Until, of course, another of the creatures appeared and fired another of its beams at him. Steve quickly took back to ducking and dodging, this time being forced back towards his own house.

After another few minutes, he arrived in one piece back at his house, losing the walker a few houses back. He began to go through his closet, as his own clothes were ruined. He suddenly heard a car drive up from outside. As he ran outside, and saw the Colonel Nick Fury standing outside the truck.

"Cap, get in," Fury said, "we need you right now."

Steve whistled as he walked down the hall of a new building just outside of New York. This place was pretty high tech. Nick was scowling while the two walked down the hall way.

"As you know, I was promoted to Colonel after finding you," he began, "as such, I was given command of a new agency inside the government, known as the Special Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. Also known as SHIELD. We were made just in case anything like this would ever happen after we lost our nuclear missiles. Unfortunately, SHIELD was only started three months ago, so most of our projects are not ready yet. So, we must rely on our only real advancement so far," he stopped at an intercom, "Banner, open the door."

The doors slid open, revealing a thin, frail, brown haired man with glasses staring out at them. "Oh, I am sorry, I was just getting it out for you," the man said in a refined voice. He turned to a cabinet in the wall, and with little effort, opened it up. With care, he pulled out a spandex suit. It had wings on the temples of the head, and a big white star on a blue background on its chest.

"Project Captain America 2.0," Fury calmly explained, "Originally, we planned to make a new Captain America from a similar serum, but like I said, not enough time. So, we have been forced to simply give this new suit and," Banner suddenly pulled out a round red white and blue shield with a white star in middle, "shield. The shield is made from a titanium alloy, far stronger than your old one."

"But, sir," Cap protested, "I'm no longer in the military."

"Which means, that you have complete jurisdiction of your behavior," Banner said calmly, sipping a cup of coffee, "So if you mess up, we can blame it all on you."

"…Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence."

Spiderman slowly got up. After having traveled over two hundred miles behind a jet, he really felt like taking a break. Unfortunately, duty called, and he was soon following the two more famous heroes down the hallway inside the facility.

He walked behind the two, and was shocked when Superman crushed one very large vault door. Behind the door, was a green man, who was held in place by bracers on his arms and legs.

"What is it?" Batman asked Superman, who walked up to a platform covered in levers.

"Mankind's only hope," Superman said, pulling a lever, allowing the alien to fall from the prison free.

"He has been trying to contact me for the past few months, put that stasis field interfered," Superman said, helping the creature up.

"What's he doing here?" Spiderman asked, finally getting a word in. Sheesh, it was like the two of them were best buds or something.

'The Invasion,' the being told them, though it freaked both Batman and Spiderman that he did it without opening his mouth, 'I came to warn you, but I was captured before I could. They wouldn't listen to me."

"Big Surprise," Batman said, causing Spiderman to gawk.

'I sense you do not trust me, perhaps this will help," as the alien said this, his body began to morph, until he was covered in a small pair of blue shots and a blue cape, and the crest on his head had disappeared.

"My name is J'onn Jones," the maritian said, sticking out his hand to shake Batman's. When Batman refused to comply, J'onn recoiled.

"Sorry," Superman explained, "He doesn't trust anyone."

"A wise policy," J'onn said, walking with Superman towards the exit. Batman followed closely behind them.

"What am I? Chopped Liver!" Spiderman groaned, as he followed the two more seasoned heroes and the alien.

As they finally got outside, the suddenly stopped at the cocking of guns. In front of them were an entire company of marines. All of them aiming their weapons at J'onn. Superman threw his body between the alien and the soldiers.

"Wait, he may be the Earth's best chance of survival," the hero said.

"We know," the commander of the unit spoke calmly, as he and his men began to transform into tall white and gray creatures.

"Wow," Spiderman said, "didn't see that coming!"

AN: Alright then, this forgotten story is now back in business. Like max3833 said before, I'm going to try and integrate these two universes the best I can. Now obviously, along with Spiderman, Cap and Iron Man will also join the league. But a few more Marvel characters will join the founding team more than the original story had. Can you guess which characters?

Also, expect more Marvel characters to show up, and some new episodes will revolve around Marvel Villains too. And expect some new additions to the team as well.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it!