AN: Heyo, so as promised this goes up at the same time as the previous. This one is longer and involves stuff and things.

Reviews and stuff are appreciated and imparts impetus to my writing.

"Hey Loki?" I asked over a private channel.

"Nezha, I don't like that tone. What are about to do?"

"...Something stupid." I said sheepishly.

"That goes without saying. What specifically are you going to do?"

"I'm going to help train a human."

"What." It wasn't a question.

"He asked, and before you say anything else no I am NOT going to teach him how to fight like how we were taught. I'm going to coach him in improving his own fighting style."

I felt his resignation before he even said anything. "One more question. Is he worth it?"

"Yes. I do believe he is." I told him.

"...Fine. But under no circumstances reveal the second dream to him."

"Ehem, blatant subject shift. Should we tell this Fury guy?" I asked.

"I will be meditating on it with Banshee and Equinox."

It only took me a moment to figure out my opinion. "I say tell him."

"Go play with your pet." The Loki said dismissively.

I flew to where I had left him, helping with the evacuation and keeping people in line. He was resting in a blown out window in one of the smaller buildings. I dismissed my archwing and landed rather forcefully next to him. The building was missing a chunk of wall and I looped the ring on my back around a twisted bar of metal and hung from it like a swing.

Holding up a small metal ball Siren had given me I spoke to Spiderman for the first time. "You did a good job helping the way you did."

"I know, but I still wish I could have fought."

I looked at him, one of my braids twirling between my fingers. "You would have gotten yourself killed." Early on in the battle I had made a point of finding him and forcing him to help with evacuating instead of fighting off Chitauri. I ran interference, providing a fighter screen against any that might have made it past the others. At least, until the whole nuclear warhead thing. "You may have potential stemming from reaction speed and strength, but that-"

"Doesn't mean Jack squat if I don't know how to use it. Geez that's cliché." In my somatic pod, I smiled. No idea who this Jack is or why he's squatting, I guess it's an idiom.

"I have gotten the go ahead to help up your combat prowess. My research indicates that you humans put a lot of faith in your 'cell phones' for communication, do you want to use yours to contact me?" The other guy shrugged.

"I don't know… phones can be used to track me, so I don't carry mine on me when I'm being Spiderman. Is there some other way?"

I snorted, tossing my warframe's head to get the message across. "If you're worried about being tracked by me, you have more luck hoping dogs couldn't track you over dry ground after not bathing for three weeks. Our systems track beyond what is visible. You cannot hide from us. Not now that I've met you. Besides, if I'm going to help you hiding behind the suit isn't going to help. Logically speaking, the most effective way to handle this would be to-"

"To tell you my secret identity. No. I don't trust you with that yet. If there's any way to help me without that, I'll take it, otherwise no thanks."

I backpedaled. "Alright fine. I won't come find you unless it's an emergency." I paused. Matariel hailed me.

"We're going through with telling Fury, and half telling Stark, he's going to rig us up an earthside connection using Simaris' thing as an anchor point. We're also transferring said machine to Stark Tower for safekeeping. Stark has offered us use of a couple of the tower's floors once it's been rebuilt. Siren accepted. I'm guessing you will too?"

"Yes."

"I'll let Stark know." The comm closed.

Spiderman had noticed the lapse in attention and had guessed I was talking to someone. Even behind the mask his gaze was an obvious question. "Stark made us an offer. We will be granted a couple of floors in Stark's tower for using." I said by way of explanation.

"That means that we can meet up whenever we want! That's awesome! I wish I could stay in Stark's tower." He seemed to have reverted to innocent child mode, and I let him have his fun. Looking down on the police, I watched them handle the masses with only semi-practiced efficiency. A group of white vehicles had arrived and the people in them had paired off to go stand near the rubble, one with their back to it, the other holding a rather hefty metal something on their shoulder.

"What are they?" I asked the red and blue hero wannabe.

He took a second to look at what I meant. "Those are news reporters. Part of the media. They go around and look at stuff, then tell people all around what's going on. Then the people back at their workplace talk a lot about how other people are reacting, and then it spirals out of control and everyone ends up with a confused version of what actually happened."

Propaganda machines. I got up and moved out of their line of sight. Spiderman saw this and his masked shifted with a raised eyebrow. I shrugged. "If they exaggerate like you say." I said. "Then if they see us the world at large will think us capable of singlehandedly bringing down countries. Which isn't true." I paused and gave it some thought. "It would only take two of us."

Spiderman snorted. "Not if the heroes who saved New York came after you."

"With all due respect to your human pride, they do not hold a candle to us. We were created to fight an enemy that would overpower your world in moments, the Chitauri, without the Avengers, would take weeks, and even then there would be resistance pockets. If a fully grown Sentient came for you, there is not a thing anyone could do." he still seemed a bit dubious, so I expounded. "Where we come from, there was a Sentient named Hunhow. He and his daughter, Natah, single handedly brought down an empire that spanned the entire solar system. We, in all our power, numbering in the millions, can barely handle the ghost of his bones. If he were to come to this world… God help you." It wasn't a total lie, he didn't need to know they used us to do it. He sat in silence, processing the new info. After a few minutes of amiable silence, Spiderman spoke up.

"Sooo…" He seemed a loss for words. I waited patiently for him. "How is this training thing going to work?"

Weeks later:

The arrangement we had come to with Tony and Mr. Fury was rather simplistic. We would have a floor to ourselves to do with whatever we wish. This was where they would house Simaris' link and provide us with an on-world base of operations. Though truth be told most of the floor would be turned into gardens if I had to guess. Fury didn't want us to come down from heaven when going on missions, so we would always deploy from the tower. This would help with public image, whyever that mattered was beyond me. But I wasn't that diplomatic a person. I would be the main liaison between us and SHIELD, while Siren would handle any exterior relations.

Fury's reaction to the second dream had gone better than expected. When we had stepped out of our frames for the first time, after checking to see if the void energy wouldn't do harm, he had blinked his one good eye and brought his hands to his face. "So the possibly greatest combat force known to mankind is a collection of children who ended on the bad end of an FTL jump?" He shook his head. "I can't- do you know how people would react-"

"No." I said firmly, though my child's voice didn't really help much. "We don't. And we won't find out, either." I said pointedly and returned to my Loki. I turned to the door to leave, planning to start prepping to move Simaris' link, codenamed 'Arcata', after the tenno sports gear, from the Arctic to SHIELD's temporary holding site. When I opened the door, however, Rain was waiting for me. I stopped, to give him the chance to speak, but he didn't, he simply nodded in Fury's direction. Now that we had regular contact with the Lotus, I resumed being simply clanmaster instead of taskmaster. I had no real authority over the actions of my clanmates, except on missions that required tactical insight. Whatever he wanted on his time was his business. I continued on my way.

Construction of the new Avengers Tower was… well it was happening. Technically. I don't know the human construction process, all I do know is that it involves a lot of talking and a lot of effort going toward making sure the other person knows what you are talking about. The construction workers had been briefed on my existence and so didn't react when I showed up to survey the construction, occasionally jumping from one precarious girder to another and watching their progress. Theris offered to help with heavy lifting using his archwing, and soon after both Polis and Siren were helping as well.

As I watched them coordinate moving a particularly large chunk of building I heard Iron man fly up beside me. "You wanted to talk?" He asked.

"Yes." I waved for him to follow me and walked down the twisted metal bar and inside the half made building. Teli was waiting there, doing whatever the it was she did with her Artemis bow while passing time. Addressing Tony, I said. "I wanted to show you this since you are in the best position understand." I nodded at Teli, she deactivated an invisibility arrow. There, laying limp on the floor, was my Titania warframe.

Tony started, whatever snark he had loaded never got past his lips. "Wh-who is that?" He asked. I gently took the Titania's hand in mine.

"Me." I said. Before I forced a transference jump across. My Loki crumpled to the floor. Slowly my connection reestablished and I got up and turned to the stunned genius. "We are not bound to one body, much like your suits." Teli came over and helped me lift the limp warframe. We carried it to a newly completed section of our floor, a room we planned on keeping warframes that we weren't using but wanted to keep close to the ground. I wouldn't be needing overt stealth for some time, and rather than switching out at a later time I thought I would show Stark. After we set the Loki down I dismissed Teli with a nod and returned to Stark.

"Prudence dictated that you know. Try to keep it a secret. Though the other Avengers are allowed to know." I could almost feel the gears turning in his head. Deciding to leave him to his thoughts, I stepped past him, waving my hand in front of my face as I did. I could smell the smoke coming from the gears turning in his head. It stank. Now clad in a new frame, I decided to go pay Rain's pet project a visit.

I don't know what woke me up. Looking at the clock, I saw it was three in the morning.

And I had decided to actually sleep for once instead of going out on patrol. I guess my body wasn't going to let me. I got up, not bothering with any clothes since I was about to put on my suit.

I wonder if Rain is up? Maybe it -he- would be ok with some training, just to wear me out. Caught up in my thoughts as I was, I didn't see the butterfly sitting on the windowsill until I had already opened my window. I froze in place. One look and I knew it wasn't a normal insect. For one thing it was made of metal. And it didn't have six feet, despite it clearly being a butterfly.

Something about it did remind me of Rain. I reached out to it, but before I got close it flitted away. I watched it go, floating up into a nearby tree.

Where someone like Rain sat.

She was mostly grey, with some deep red-orange highlights like that loki guy from the alley. Spindly in stature, with two extra appendages extending from her lower back, much like the flying thing that Rain and the others had used.

I wonder who she is. I thought. Out loud, I said. "H-hello? Are you a friend of Rain's?" Something wet dripped down the side of my face. I touched it and my fingers came back red. Another metal butterfly floated from behind me back toward the tree.

"Do. Not. Use. Our. Names. Out. Loud." She said. The voice wasn't feminine, and I didn't recognise it. It continued speaking. "I am a dear friend of the one you speak of. He has taken a liking to you and I am taking the time to judge you for myself."

The being twirled in the air, dispersing into a cloud of simmering metal. They flew around me and into the room before coalescing again. Even in the light of my room, the thing looked ominously dark. "We have met before. In the alley. I was a Loki then."

"Oh you're the guy that R- Nezha called in!" I shifted away from it. Her. Him. Something about standing near the tenno was like having a knife held to my neck. Too close and I might get sliced. "But wait how are you the same person?"

"Mr. Stark has his suits, we, have our warframes."

It had taken me a while in my sleepy state to identify what that was in his voice. "You… don't like me, do you?"

"I look down on you. And before you say anything, there is a difference." The warframe settled on top of my dresser. "For whatever reason, you, Peter Parker, have caught my dearest friend's attention. He divulged his name to you. Culturally speaking, that has huge significance. Practically speaking, he has come dangerously close to disclosing secrets that so far only one human knows for certain. As the leader of my clan I must address this." He floated off the dresser and began tapping a sharp finger against my chest for emphasis. "This is your warning. You will not know when you've messed up. You will be dead." He leaned back, floating about a foot off the ground. The warframe's chin jerked to the left, an odd gesture. People always mention how the temperature in a room can drop when someone gets dangerous, but somehow, this tenno managed to do the exact opposite. He sighed.

"And here I thought I was a fun person, and here I am, giving the 'father's daughter' speech. I look down on you because you are small and have yet to prove yourself. But I do understand what it is Nezha sees in you." He looked me up and down and suddenly I remembered I wasn't wearing anything. "I mean you neither harm nor ill will. Maybe I will stop by sometime and we can have a nice chat. Don't worry, I will warn you next time I decide to drop in."

I was reeling. He knows my identity, meaning all of them probably do. There was no hesitation calling me out. This is probably what it would feel like if a hurricane suddenly expressed sentience. The feeling of an impossible power turning its attention on a mere mortal was inescapable. And yet, I still get the impression that he does actually care.

The tenno turned to leave. It dispersed into a cloud of metal butterflies, but before it left, with a voice that was half in my mind and half made by the sound of hundreds of scissors spoke. "We took notice of you as a person. Any more heroic activity and higher forces will take notice of you as an unknown entity. Be very cautious how and when you carry yourself." And with that, he was gone.

As I flew, I cursed to myself.

I didn't mean to come off that… mean. I hope I can make it up to the poor guy. He looked absolutely terrified.

What I felt when I first laid eyes on him was… unsettling. Protectiveness? Concern? I wouldn't know. But I wanted him to always be well. I resolved to be nicer to him. With that thought, I contacted Rain.

"Yes?"

"You told him your name."

"Yes."

"You realize how close you came to revealing the second dream?"

"..."

"Never. Again."

"Yes sir."

I tsked to myself. What was with me today? I'd been feeling hollow all day and it was making me act strangely. Rain never said yes sir unless he was truly chastised. Which wasn't my intention in the slightest.

Another week passed, and I finally actually got around to visiting Spiderman again. I went with Rain this time, as we planned on doing some sparring of our own. I was using my Wukong since it hadn't been used in a while. Armed with my rakta cernos and spira prime on my back and hip and my lacera in my grip I dropped out of my ship and onto the roof we had chosen to meet. Rain was already there, decked out in his favorite loadout, but Spiderman wasn't. I checked my internal chronometer. 3:30.

"You know when he'll be here?" I asked the other tenno. Rain shook his head. I brandished my Lacera. "Might as well get started."

It had taken me awhile to find a time to change, Rain had assured me that it was fine, since he didn't have a particular schedule. Ned's a nice guy, but he sometimes he doesn't stop talking, and I was feeling particularly wired and I didn't know why. I swung between the building at an incredible speed. Courting more near-misses than normal, but I brushed them off. The city was beginning to recover from the alien attack, the sunset turning the corpses of the flying monsters a brilliant orange-bronze. Spotting the building we were meant to meet up on, I executed a neat flip and sped around the next building, altering my course to land on top of the building adjacent.

Rain was already there. But so was someone else. He and Rain were fighting on the roof, going at it with some serious vigor. I sat back on the edge of the roof to watch.

The new tenno reminded me of a monkey, tail and everything. It wielded a sword and chain, while Rain still had that weird circular thing that he threw around like a boomerang/throwing star. The monkey warframe stabbed forward with the sword, but Rain easily twisted by it. Before Rain could land a blow however, his opponent leapt back and away. The long chain hooked Rain's legs out from under him, he caught himself in a handstand and cartwheeled into a ready stance.

Just in time for the sword to swing on the end of its chain and hit him directly in the side, sending Rain skidding across the roof. The two paused again, I saw that what I thought was a sword was more akin to a four foot long pair of scissors, colored a deep red. Rain's form flashed blue and the fight was on once more. I could barely follow the next exchange, even with my enhanced senses. All I caught was that it resulted in the monkey warframe getting sent flying. From among the flailing limbs a bright blue-green line lanced out and struck Rain's guard, glancing off and impaling itself into the rim on the edge of the roof. Looking back to the tumbling frame I saw that it was, in fact, not tumbling anymore, but swinging on the end of the longest staff I'd ever seen. Fifty feet long, easy. The warframe flipped up, landing and balancing on the end, before bouncing off the end like a spring board and catapulting into the air, taking the staff with it. The staff vanished from sight for an instant before reappearing, more than a foot in diameter, and slamming down on Rain again.

A twirl and the staff was a regular size again. The warframe wielding it unleashed a fury of acrobatic blows on Rain, leaving almost no chance of retaliation.

Almost.

In the split second between two strikes Rain threw both his throwing weapon and a whirling ring of purple fire. Blazing chakram, he had called it. I'd seen the thing melt through a chitauri flier during the Invasion, but somehow it only bounced off of the wall and fly at the monkey warframe, who spun and flicked it back at Rain without a second thought and caught the throwing weapon on the staff. The newer warframe's chin twitched to the left.

The one from the alley. This was the other tenno I met in the alley. Rain had said the he won six duels out of ten, and this tenno was the remaining four. I watched with renewed understanding, as the two kept at it. They always paused when one of them flashed red, and resumed when they flashed blue.

Some sort of messaging mechanism on the battlefield? I thought to myself. Then they were at it again. This time, however, Rain was beginning to flag. He took more hits, the time between red flashes was less and less. To be fair, Rain was dish out as well as taking, more than once the monkey warframe flashed red. When he did, you could see the happiness in his body language. Despite his greatest efforts though, Rain couldn't sustain the fight, and he flashed red in one hit, and that seemed to mark the end of it.

"Wow guys that was so cool to watch!" I said, swinging down to them. Rain tensed up, but then relaxed when he saw it was me.

"Spiderman." Something flew at me and I caught it. It was a USB drive. "A list of warframes, memorize them." I nodded, putting the flash drive into one of my suit pockets.

"Who are you?" I asked the monkey warframe.

"I'm the-" He realized what I meant. "I'm Wukong." The tenno's tail flicked. "So." He continued. "How have you been doing things?"

"Mostly it's just been me trying to land a real hit on him." I said, throwing a thumb toward Rain. The wukong made a gesture that looked like a snort. "Let me see what you've got." The warframe went into a ready stance and so did I. The warframe dropped his ready stance almost immediately as my spider sense spiked and I barely dodged out of the way of the staff, which had extended with blinding speed toward my foot. Before I could blink the tenno was right next to me and had his foot hooked under the one I had put my weight on.

"Tell me how your danger sense works." Wukong said, reaching out to steady me.

"I don't really know." I told him. "I just know whenever I'm in imminent danger."

"Alright. Come at me again, this time I will only defend."

I ran at him. Planning a straightforward punch, but throwing my superhuman strength behind it.

He caught it with an open hand, but I did get the satisfaction of forcing him to brace himself with his back foot.

"Where were you planning on hitting me?" Wukong asked around my clenched fist. I made to jump back before answering, but he held me down. I strained against his grip. "Rule number one. Attack with a plan. It doesn't have to be exacting in detail, but a strategy must exist for you to successfully deal with an opponent. Again." He let go and I stumbled back.

Preparing for another try, I thought about my next moves. With a tentative plan, I launched my attack. I came in low, wanting to try and lift him off his feet. Wukong's tail flicked. I swung upward. The tenno shifted position, then kicked my feet out from under me. He never even gave me the dignity of falling gracefully on my face, catching my wrist and pulling me up to my feet. He made an exaggerated sighing motion. "This isn't working. Time for a different approach. Nezha."

Rain, who had taken to spinning his ring around one arm, looked up. He stood, hooked the ring on his back, and walked over, his body language indicated casualness, but there was some apprehension.

"W-what are you going to do?" I asked the monkey warrior.

"Guidance." He responded. He drew his staff, planted it firmly on the ground, and with a poing noise pushed himself up and turned into a cloud. Said cloud floated down toward me. It expanded, covering my whole body. I couldn't even see my own hands it was so dense. I waved in front of my face in awe. It smelled like heavy rain, and mountain forests, or at least what I imagined those things to smell like.

"You ready?" I distantly heard Rain ask.

"Ready for wha-" I asked, just before my spider sense erupted. Before I could do anything something pulled me down and brought my arm up to deflect the incoming blow.

Oh I get it. I thought. Guidance.

Wukong, in cloud form, pushed and pulled me to what I assumed the 'right' responses were. It was a weird sensation, like having three or four trainers, all nudging me in the right direction at the same time. I found myself actually fighting up to par, which was new to me.

I ducked under a high kick and deflected a punch. I noticed that I had unknowingly closed my eyes at some point, since Wukong's cloud obscured my vision. I was relying totally on spider sense to know when and where Rain's attacks were coming.

Wukong guided me through a dizzying offense of punches and kicks but got interrupted by Rain kicking me square in the chest, sending me skidding. I tensed for another strike, but it never came. Confused, I opened my eyes to find I could see both tenno standing in front of me. "What's up?" I started to say, but a hand interrupted me. They both had their heads tilted, I remembered that that meant they were listening to something over their communication system, something Rain had tried to explain it once, but all I had gotten out of the explanation was fancy space magic radio.

I waited patiently, or at least I appeared to. These silences were unnerving whenever they happened. I had figured out real quick that a tenno could walk through a brightly lit hallway and if you weren't looking directly at them, you would have no idea they were there. I could tell because of the ambient spider sense they triggered, but that was it.

They finished whatever they were discussing and turned to me. "You have incredible reaction time for a human." The Wukong said.

"I'm sensing a but." I responded.

"Well there are three here." I sniggered at Rain's comment. Wukong ignored him and continued.

"All you need is proper response to enemy attacks. Do this and very few humans will stand a chance against you."

"Sweet. Now what was… that whole thing about?" I said, gesturing vaguely between the two of them. They looked at each other. Another silent conversation.

"We cannot tell you." Wukong immediately launched himself off the side of the building, followed closely by Rain who paused just long enough to say "Sorry bud, we can't ignore this. I'll give you a ride on the archwing next time if you want."

That one felt like a consolation prize.

"Fine. See you later. Maybe." I said, trying to put all of the disappointment I felt into words. Childish? Probably. Satisfying? A little bit. I was just beginning to get into flow, man. Rain stopped again just before he jumped. He turned and gave me a hesitant pat on the head. "Don't overestimate yourself buddy. I was telegraphing a lot." Laughing, he fell backwards off the roof, caught his archwing mid-air, and was off. Leaving me in silence. Wondering what he meant.

Back on Lua, Gemma was with Sandon and Teli, clearing out the tower of any Grineer or Corpus they found. Apparently there had been quite a few left when the tower shifted, and they had set up an operations post. Dressed as Ember she barely paused to shoot anything that was left alive in the burning hellscape the place had become. Instead, she occupied her thoughts with comparing this world to the tenno's native one.

This place is pre- war of subjugation, they are definitely pre Meso Age, possibly pre Lith. They don't even know about the void, and they haven't even begun to leave the planet. But that doesn't really help much, considering the two great information blackouts that have happened since the void was harnessed.

So bound in their missions were they that they didn't notice that one of the many boulders that had come with the tower when it had transported had finally exited the tower's tracking range. Its white and pale red surface gleamed in the sunlight, the many dangling forms of battalysts and conculysts rattled in a nonexistent breeze. It accelerated away, to join two others of its kind, and together they began to fly toward their original destination, the homeworld of the orokin, the enemy's stronghold. Earth.

AN: DUN DUN DUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH