Sorry this took awhile, but leT ME EXPLAIN! Kay, so I have this problem where I can't focus on one thing for long periods of time, my mind easily wanders and I gain and lose interest in things easily and usually within the same hour. I'm not saying I lost interest in this series, heavens no, what I'm saying is that one minute I'm writing, and the next I'm researching how long it takes for a certain kind of poison to kill someone and then the next moment I'm rewatching Studio C skits. Anyway, so it's entirely my fault of why this chapter took a bit to get out. There's also the problem with me finding other super good fics and doing nothing till I finish those. So I apologize. It will probably happen again.

Now… Hiro…


Chapter Seven: Friendly, Illegal, Misadventurous

-Jin


Peter Parker really didn't expect to go on an all expense provided trip to San Fransokyo. But, well, life worked that way.

Really, it was all Michelle's fault. Normally, if Mr Harrington came in to announce Decathlon was going to a foreign city to compete, Peter would have found some random reason to stay behind. He couldn't skip out on his Spider-Man patrols. Couldn't risk it. New York never slept so crime didn't either. Peter couldn't go on a super fun trip to the most technologically advanced city in the world no matter how much he really, really, reaaalllly wanted to.

But MJ had to go and tell Aunt May about the trip before informing Peter.

Peter couldn't come up with a stupid excuse because Aunt May knew he wouldn't be busy the week they were going. She even made sure Mr Stark knew not to need Peter that week. Peter tried to tell Aunt May that he needed to be in New York, after MJ left of course, but she wouldn't hear it. So Peter tried to guilt trip her out of making him go.

Eventually, she threatened to take away the suit.

So, that was why Peter was currently sulking in his hotel room in the grand city of San Fransokyo.

The room had two beds and thankfully it was Ned who was paired up with him, and not Flash, or Abraham, or a girl like Betty. Or that new girl: Gwen Stacy. And certainly not MJ. Peter would rather have slept outside that be paired with her… but knowing MJ she would have kicked him out anyways.

Anyway, Peter was sulking. Ned was playing Flow Free Hexes and the noises of each set of dots getting connected was getting on Peter's nerves. The repetition on the little drop-esque noise would annoy any person, but with Peter's super senses, it was twice as bad.

After Ned finished a particularly difficult 14 by 14 level, Peter had had enough.

"That's it," Peter said, jumping up from his twin sized crappy hotel bed, "I need to get out."

Ned clicked off his phone and rolled off his own bed. "And do what?" He asked in a tone that told Peter he already guessed that Peter would get them in trouble.

Peter grinned and dived towards his suit case. He really didn't care about to competition, or all the other activities they would be doing, but there was one thing in San Fransokyo he had always wanted to do. He unzipped his case and pulled out a bulky, black, sword wielding robot. "What do you think, Ned-a-runo!" He said as he shook the bot a bit to make some kind of point.

Ned's face was suddenly one of excitement. "Bot fighting!? Omg let me put on my shoes."

Peter smiled victoriously as he put on his own shoes.

Just as Ned finished tying his shoelaces, his expression went into concentration. "Wait… isn't bot fighting illegal?"

"Betting on it is," came a new and honestly surprising voice.

If Peter were to say he and Ned didn't scream like two six years old girls, he would by lying.

Peter jumped a foot in the air and almost dropped his bot. His head snapped over towards the front door and there stood MJ, in all her 'too-cool-for-you' grandness. She wore a smug face and a My Chemical Romance sweater.

"MJ?!" Ned gasped.

MJ smirked and closed the front door and took the bot out of Peter's hand before plopping down on his bed. "Fighting bots is okay, betting on then is illegal. But I bet you nerds don't even have cash to bet on."

Ned looked a bit offended, but Peter was just angry. MJ was an infuriating person, beautiful, but infuriating. "What do you want, MJ?" He asked, although it was more like a demand.

MJ shrugged and started to mess with the bot's left arm. "I'm here to help you quacks break a law." Just as she said 'law', she reached into her hoodie and pulled out a rather large roll of cash. "I want in."

Peter stared in shock for a minute, but he quickly shook himself out of his trance. "There's no 'in' be be in! We're just going to the bot fighting center and-"

MJ's groan cut him off as she flopped onto the bed and threw the bot to the side or her. "Don't be such a wet napkin, Parker! This is the only time I actually want to hang with you social outcasts."

"You're an outcast too…" Ned mumbled.

MJ shot him a glare but then returned her gaze to Peter. "C'mon Pokébot trainer, it'll be fun!"

Peter scoffed and snatched his bot away from her. "It's also breaking the law." Seriously MJ, Peter was a superhero, he couldn't go out and break the law! It would be hypocritical.

"Argh Parker! You're so frustrating," MJ groaned. "With your bot, I bet we could be rich!"

Peter scowled and folded his arms like a first grader who was refusing to apologize for pulling his classmates hair. "Nope."

MJ sat back up onto the bed and sighed. She pocketed her money and looked at Peter with a regretful expression. "Well Parker, I didn't want it to come to this, but I guess I'll have to turn you two into Mr Harrington."

Ned narrowed his eyes at her. "You wouldn't."

"Oh I would." MJ jumped to her feet and dramatically pushed her hands into the pocket of her hoodie. "I mean, the last time Peter snuck out during a field trip, he didn't show up for the competition the next day. It's sad, but for the good of the team."

"Are you blackmailing me?" Peter asked, appalled.

MJ winked. "Guilty as charged." Peter made a noise similar to a growl and MJ laughed. "So, either you take me and this cash with you, or I inform Mr Harrington that you snuck a robot onto the airplane."

Peter growled again, but Ned put his hand on his friend's arm. "Peter, let's just take her with us."

"But-"

"Peter. She's blackmailing you."

Peter glared at MJ, who was pretending to clean her nails. His shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine."

MJ clapped her hands enthusiastically. "Goodie! Let's go, nerds."

She strolled out of the room and out the door. Peter sighed and the two best friends followed her out.

They caught a taxi and the started their journey to a sketchy part of the neighborhood where MJ found a bot fight would commence. As they sat in silence, Ned suddenly bursted out a question he'd probably had been sitting on for awhile.

"How did you sneak a bot onto the plane?" He asked, a bit loud for Peters taste but luckily the driver either didn't notice or care.

MJ, who was leaning against the right door (she insisted she got a window seat while she practically shoved Peter into the middle), lifted an eyebrow but wore an uninterested expression.

Peter smiled, happy and excited to explain the science. "Well, after I made it I went to Mr Stark, and he gave me this cool device that tricks the-"

"We're here," the driver suddenly called out as he pulled over to let the three teens out.

MJ instantly scrambled out of the car and left a surprised Peter, Ned, and driver behind. Since Peter was now the only one in the car who had cash on hand, he paid the driver and the two teens jumped out to catch up with MJ who was already making her way towards a shady looking building.

"Where did you get that cash anyway," Ned asked. Peter was wondering too, but the $13.28 missing from his wallet made him a bit angry at MJ. Well, angrier.

"I'm always prepared for anything," she said, looking so dang proud of herself.

"Prepared enough to blackmail friends and break the law?" Peter asked sarcastically.

"Yup." She popped the freaking p.

Peter groaned.

Soon enough, the three teens made it to the building and they all walked in. MJ was confident, Ned was curious, Peter was reluctant. Seriously, shouldn't Ned be trying to talk Peter out of doing stuff like this and not the other way around?!

The building was crowded and filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of alcohol. Most of the inhabitants were dressed in little cloth and bore tattoos of various themes. They all were yelling in excitement and gathered around the only cleared space in the whole large room.

In the center was a cleared out circle where two bots fought violently. One was tall and colored black with red highlights. It had clawed fingers and a honest to goodness flame thrower. The other one was large in its bulk and had spinning blades for hands and spikes on the shoulders. The tall bot clawed at the bulky one but it didn't even leave a scratch. The bulky one did some sick robot moves and then sawed right through the tall bot, making the poor thing fall to the dusty ground, dead. Or the robot equivalent of dead.

People cheered and screamed as a rather fat man reached into a metal pan and pulled out a jaw dropping amount of money while his opponent, a woman with red lips and blonde hair, gave a frustrated yell before angrily pushing through the crowd and out the doors.

Peter gulped. He didn't think he could do this. His bot was made in his room with scraps! These guys were experienced! His bot was going to be destroyed!

"Hahaha!" The fat man continued to laugh as he pocketed his money. "Who else has the guts to challenge me, and little Yama (v2)!"

Peter suddenly was pushed into the cleared circle by MJ. Peter didn't have time to ponder her betrayal before the whole room went silent as many eyes stared at him.

"Umm…" Peter awkwardly said with shaking hands. He really did not know what to say in this situation, so he just lifted his bot.

Yama narrowed his eyes and looked at Peter like he could actually be a threat. Maybe something like this had happened to him before?

"Beat it brat," said the announcer of the games, a girl in skin tight, revealing, clothes and an sporting eye patch. "You have to pay to play."

Peter instinctively reached into his pocket, searching for some cash, but then he realized MJ had never actually given him the cash.

Peter gulped, and looked up at Yama and the announcer. "Uuhhhh…"

Suddenly, his spider sense went off. He quickly moved his head and caught a wad of cash that was aiming for the back of his head. Thank you MJ…

"Here…" Peter said as he dropped the cash into the tray. Yama did so as well.

Then the fight began. "Two bots enter, one bot leaves."

The bulky bot lunged at Peters and Peter quickly maneuvered his out of the way. The spinning blades went to slice Peter's bot but Peter drew his swords and blocked the blow. Lil Yama tried to grab Peter's bot, who was named TIN, but TIN rolled out of the way as Peter pressed a certain button that shot some of Peter's web fluid at Lil Yama from the shooters in TIN's arms.

TIN pinned Lil Yama to the cement ground and then stabbed one of the knives through the middle of Lil Yama. Peter pressed another button and then the sword pulsed with electricity, which fused out Lil Yama.

Peter couldn't believe he actually won, and neither could the spectators. But Yama? Yama just looked pissed.

Yama glared at Peter before grabbing his ruined bot and storming away, leaving room for a new challenger. Peter left all the money in the pan as his bet and the next fight started.

By the end of a few hours, Peter had made probably over a few thousand dollars and the crowd was losing it. MJ looked ready to kiss either Peter or TIN while Ned was shaking with excitement. Peter was actually having a lot of fun although he knew what he was doing could get him arrested, and probably expelled, but seriously! He was making so much money!

Unfortunately, it was nearing four in the morning and Decathlon had their competition at eight, so after one more fight, Peter collected the money and the trio of teens left the building flabbergasted.

"I can't believe you pulled that off, man!" MJ yelled happily as she squished Peter in a victory hug. Ned laughed and patted Peter on the back while he stuffed the money into his bag.

Peter on the other hand was blushing, both from the rare praise, hug from the opposite gender, and his previous excitement. He almost couldn't believe how much fun he had, halfway through the fights Peter stopped being awkward and had started to quip at each opponent as he fought. He loved it so much, and it was a definite adrenaline rush that he didn't know needed.

MJ finished her hug and grabbed Peter's practically untouched bot and lifted it into the air Lion King style. "I love this thing!" She laughed.

"I know right," Ned said. "Because of TIN, we each get at least seven hundred."

Peter almost went woozy at the amount of money, but guilt suddenly burst into his brain. That money was dirty money… he beat up people in the alleyways as Spider-Man for doing the things he just did. He sighed sadly. "No, you two split it 50-50, I don't want it."

Ned said "What?!" at the same time as MJ when she shrugged and said "More for me."

They walked down the narrow alleyway towards the main road to call a taxi, but suddenly Peter's slider sense screamed out at him.

Three men emerged from the shadows in front of them and pulled out a few switchblades. MJ, Peter, and Ned each gulped and backed up a bit, only to run into a fat man. Yama grabbed Peter's shoulders.

Peter startled and jumped out of Yama's grasp and stumbled back a bit. They were surrounded.

"Hey, man," Peter said with a shaky voice. He could already guess what was going to happen next and he was internally freaking out about it.

Either they give Yama the money willingly, or they get beat up and their winnings is forcibly taken away from them.

Yama smiled menacingly at Peter and crossed his arms. "So little boy, I think you know the drill."

Peter tried to the best of his abilities to not shake and look as terrified as he felt. MJ looked a bit pissed but fear was already evident on her face. Ned on the other hand… looked confident?

"Pft yeah right, sore loser," Ned said with a scoff. "You don't know who you're dealing with."

Realization hit Peter like a truck, an evil truck that spewed fire and lies. "Ned," he whispered harshly. "Shut up."

"Pete here can take you all down with his hands tied behind his back," Ned continued, smirking.

"Ned," Peter said, sending the most fierce glare he could towards his best friend. "No I can't!"

Ned looked confused before the same flame spewing truck of realization ran him over. "Oh."

Oh, Ned? Oh?!

Ned had been implying that Peter could just go all super human on the thugs and take out Yama easily, and Peter could, but… that would give away his identity to everyone there. Right now, he was Peter Parker, the nerdy guy that liked biology and chemistry, the guy who played Skyrim and Halo until midnight, the guy who got beat up by Flash daily, the freaking guy who couldn't socialize to save his life. Right now, he wasn't Spider-Man.

Peter was really hoping Yama and the thugs would just laugh and brush off the nonsense Ned spewed from his mouth, but unfortunately the damage was already done.

Yama laughed, but he didn't brush off what Ned said. "Alright, little man, Yama'll take that as a challenge!"

Suddenly all three of the goons lunged towards the teens and Peter mentally freaked out. He couldn't defend himself or his two friends! What was he going to do?! He couldn't reveal his powers, especially in front of MJ, but he couldn't just let his friends get beat up!

He decided to stick it out. Maybe the thugs will just punch them a few times and then take the money.

Well, that was how it was probably going to go, until MJ grabbed Ned's bag and bolted down the alleyway. The bag with the money. $%&*.

Either she was trying to get away or lead the fight away from Peter and Ned, they didn't know. Although Peter suspected the former, but what happened next surprised all three teens, albeit it shouldn't had.

One of the goons instantly wrapped an beefy arm around Peter's neck and then held a knife tightly against his throat. Everything went still.

"Hand over the bag, girl," Yama demanded.

For a moment, Peter was afraid MJ would have just kept running, but then she revealed her caring side and unwillingly handed over the bag.

"Let him go," she said, anger seething in her voice.

Yama reached into the bag and smiled at the money before smirking at MJ. "I will, after I teach the three of you a lesson. No one messes with Yama."

Peter's captur tightened the knife's grip on Peter's throat and the other two thugs grabbed at Ned and MJ. Peter's heart quickened and he was about to just 'screw it' and punch all the thugs into the next dimension, but suddenly, a small blue sphere flew through the air and shattered all over Yama, freezing him in place.

What happened next went by so fast that Peter hardly believe what was happening.

A yellow suited girl speedily raced through the alley and punched the thug holding MJ before skating away. A dinosaur whacked the thug holding Ned with a sign and then a teal dressed man, girl with a hand bag and dressed in pink, and the the two other dressed people all gathered up, looking ready for a fight. The two thugs scrambled to their feet and pulled out their blades, but the teal guy revealed laser hands (omg so cool) and sliced the knifes in half.

Next thing any of the teens and thugs knew, the two thugs were on the ground unconscious.

But suddenly, the knife on Peter's throat tightened. Peter realized he was still a hostage.

"Let me go or this kid's blood will be spilt," the man spat. He sounded confident, but he body language said differently.

The man was shaking and starting to sweat. Peter could practically feel the man's heart beat rapidly in his chest. The thug was terrified of the neon clad group.

The heroes all tensed but didn't make a move. The thug started to back away as he dragged Peter with him. "No one move," he growled. Only Peter with his super hearing could hear the trembling in his voice.

A large sense of deja vu washed over Peter as the thug backed into a fat man, or in his case, a fat robot.

The thug screeched and accidentally dropped the knife. Peter instantly dived away from the thug and ran towards his friends as the giant robot pulled back a fist and made to punch the thug in the face. The fist stopped a literal millimeter from the thug's face, and the aforementioned thug passed out.

And the fight was over.

Peter's heart raced as he looked at his five heroes… wait six! There was a kid on the robot! Anyway, he looked at his six heroes and shakily went closer to his friends. He momentarily wondered if this is what the people who Spider-Man saved felt like.

"You guys alright?" Asked the kid, who was clad in blue armor.

Peter nodded, too dumbfounded to speak.

"I will now scan you for injuries," the robot said, making all three teens jump. The four other heroes chuckled at their reaction. "Scan complete, no injuries detected."

The boy sighed, "Thank goodn-"

"Although I am detecting a mutation in that young man's DNA," the robot cut in, as he pointed towards Peter.

"What."

Peter and Ned paled while MJ narrowed her eyes. The five human heroes looked at Peter with both curiosity and shock while the robot suddenly continued to explain Peter's mutation. Out loud. In front of everyone.

"Half of his genetic code contains spider-like DNA. The mutation causes symptoms like heightened senses, super strength, a healing factor, and microscopic hairs that will allow him to-"

"OKAY, WE'LL BE GOING NOW!" Peter interrupted, close to panicking. His identity couldn't just be revealed by a bunch of random people dressed like a comic book spat them out!

He grabbed MJ and Ned by their arms and started to drag them away from the heroes, but MJ pulled out of his grasp, with a look Peter did not like. "I KNEW IT!"

"Whaaaaa? What are you talking about?" Peter asked, trying to look innocent. Dang he really didn't want this conversation to happen, especially while in front of strangers.

"You're Spider-Man!"

This was it. This is the day Peter dies.

"Woah, isn't Spider-Man a dude from New York?" The dinosaur spoke up.

"That impossible, the guy is just a brat. He can't be Spider-Man," the yellow girl said as she popped a bubble in her mouth.

Yellow, Teal, Pink, and Dinosaur started up an argument. Each of them stated their opinion with varying amounts of enthusiasm and each of them finally gave some names.

Things like: "Baymax said so!", "Fred stop yelling.", "What do you think, Wasabi?", and all that stuff was all said. Thankfully, Peter could now place names to faces, but that didn't help his situation at all.

MJ started ranting about all the evidence against Peter while Baymax started a conversation with Hiro about Peter's mutation. Ned looked as conflicted as Peter felt.

Finally, Peter had enough. "Hey!" He yelled out, stopping all conversation. "Thank you. I'm not going to deny it, I'm Spider-Man, now I would appreciate it if no one, no one MJ, told anybody."

Everybody slowly nodded and Peter huffed.

Hiro suddenly spoke up."I don't understand, if you're Spider whatever, why didn't you fight those guys yourself?"

Peter sighed, exasperated. "Because I was trying to keep my identity a secret! But it looks like it's pointless now."

"I apologize," Baymax said, "I did not mean to offend."

Peter sighed. "It's okay I guess…"

It was suddenly awkward for everybody, but luckily it didn't last long when Ned suddenly asked how Baymax worked. Hiro happily explained and then a few move conversations started up. Time flew by as they talked and Peter was made aware that those six heroes were San Fransokyoz's equivalent of the Avengers. Big Hero 6 is what they called themselves. Peter got along quickly with Honey Lemon and made friends with the rest of the group. But, unfortunately, the time caught up to them and the three New Yorkers realized they really had to get back, so after MJ chipped Ned's bag out from the frozen and unconscious Yama's grip, the trio left after a few sad goodbyes.

An hour later, just as the sun started to rise, all three teens made it safely into Peter and Ned's hotel room and all three flopped into the beds. Ned on his own, Peter in his, and MJ right on top of Peter.

They laid there for a few minutes before MJ started to chuckle.

"What's so funny," Peter mumbled. It seemed their all nighter had caught up with him.

"So, Spider-Man?" MJ asked with a hint of sass. "How did that happen?"

Peter groaned.

Ned laughed and joined Peter and MJ on Peter's bed as they all just started to laugh about the events of the night, all wondered how they actually survived it.

A few hours later found Gwen Stacy searching for her room mate a few hours before Decathlon had to leave to the competition. She searched every room her team mates occupied and had came up to the last one. She knocked before finding the door unlocked and she hesitantly opened the door. What she found were three friends passed out on one bed, fast sleep in a peaceful rest, still in their clothes with the bed perfectly made beneath them. She lifted an eyebrow.


I really hope this chapter lived up to your guy's expectations. What do you guys think of Gwen being here? I love her. I don't ship a lot of things, but Gwen and Peter is definitely a ship I support. Don't worry though guys, I'm not planning on any ships besides cannon ones. Which there isn't a whole lot of. So in turn there won't be a lot of romance.

Anyway, quick question, is it just an American thing to dip French fries in frosties? I've been curious about this for awhile.

Second quick question, what instrument do you guys think Peter played in marching band? I think he flute but my sister is convinced he played the clarinet or trumpet.

Next time: Tony reacts to pranks. Next next time: Thor. Next next next time: either Clair Temple or the Punisher. Unless you guys all want someone else :)

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