Multiverse Travel Sucks (Part 6)

Robin woke up to the feeling of the helicopter landing. Sitting up, he gave his equipment a quick check over before making sure that everyone around him was awake. It looked like they were in Manhattan. Now they just had to find Peter Parker without being arrested or shot.

Robin wasn't sure how much they could trust the Avengers. This could still be some sort of elaborate set up. Batman had arranged similar set ups before. But they needed them, so he had to go along with it, even if it was a trap.

Jumping off the helicopter, Robin stretched. Feeling eyes on him, Robin stood up straight from where he was bent backwards and touching his heels. "What? Haven't you ever seen someone stretch before?"

Tony blinked. "Not like that kid."

Robin shrugged. They didn't have the time to discuss his flexibility of all things. "Any way we can hide the helicopter? It would be nice if they only found it after we left. M'gann, if you could please go shopping again. For all of us. You have my card. Make sure to get some hats."

M'gann nodded, and to the amazement of the Avengers, changed her appearance completely until she looked like one of her cheerleader friends.

Tony cleared his throat. "That's useful. Here. Take my credit card."

M'gann was reaching for it when Robin grabbed it and handed it to Natasha. "Don't let him be an idiot." Seeing Tony's offended look, Robin rolled his eyes. "Fury will be tracking all of your credit cards. I rather not use mine, but RJ Johnson doesn't exist in my world let alone this one. It's not likely that he will be able to track it back to us. Unlike yours, which will be a giant red flag."

Nodding to M'gann, the girl took off to find the nearest department store. Turning back to everyone else, Robin frowned. "Now seriously. Does anyone have any idea how to hide this thing."

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They ended up taking it apart. Well, kind of taking it apart. They took it apart enough that it wouldn't start, let alone fly, and no longer looked like a helicopter. Tony also used his suit to destroy any method of identifying the helicopter. Robin knew that it would only slow Fury down slightly, but he hoped that it was enough for them to escape cleanly.

Luckily for them, M'gann arrived just as they were finishing. Robin winced at the Captain America shirt that she had gotten him. He knew that Batman would hate that he was wearing another hero's insignia, especially one that so closely resembled Superman in colors and personality. He would never tell Batman, but he found the older man's insecurity and jealousy cute.

Shaking his head, Robin told himself to focus. Now was not the time, or the place to be thinking about this. "So. It's three o'clock on a Friday. Where exactly will we be finding Mr. Parker?"

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Peter sighed as he entered his house. It had been a very long day at school, and he was glad that he was home. Maybe he could relax for a while before attempting to take on the massive pile of work that his teachers had been considerate enough to give him. It's not like he had a secret double life as a superhero or something.

Grabbing an apple from the kitchen, Peter bounded up the stairs to his room. Opening the door, he received the shock of a lifetime. There, sat the Avengers and a group of teenagers. Tony and one of the teenagers, sat at and on his desk respectively, like they owned the place. The rest at least looked somewhat uncomfortable at invading his personal space without his permission.

The boy jumped off of his desk and circled Peter with his hand on his chin. "Huh. Thought you would be, I don't know, bigger? More imposing? Your file makes you seem a lot more impressive than you look."

Who the hell was this kid? And who was he to judge him? One of the other teenagers spoke up for him. "Dude. You're one to talk. Aren't you the one that complained that villains were always saying that they thought you were older when they met you?"

The boy sniffed indignantly. "That was when I was eight. Obviously their delicate egos would not allow them to believe they were getting their asses kicked by a child. I mean what did they expect? In Gotham, even babies need to learn how to be badass if they want to survive."

Peter tried in vain to hide his shock. Who in their right mind was letting an eight year old fight? He had gotten flack from Tony for being a hero and he was in high school! The boy seemed to hear his thoughts because he turned to face him and offered a hand. "My name's Robin. Long story short, we're from another Earth, and we need your help to get home."

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Peter's head was swimming as he led the two teams to an old abandoned hangar. The teens were from a place where there were no Avengers but instead some sort of Justice League. And they had convinced the Avengers that they were just scared when they blew a hole in the Helicarrier. And then there was the fact that the little one, Robin, was not only worthy of Thor's hammer, but had literally tossed Fury out of a helicopter so that they could escape.

Looking at the boy, Peter watched at the grace the boy exuded while walking. He was obviously in tune with his body, and Peter couldn't help but wonder what else the guy could do when feeling pressured. Something told him that it would not be pretty. That he should make sure that he stayed on the guy's good side. If he had one.

The other teenagers lacked the same confidence in their movements, but he could see the power behind each of them. They were a powerful group, and he was glad that he was not fighting them, but rather helping them. He was not as pleased that the only help that they wanted was the stash of cash and emergency transport and supplies that Tony had asked him to hide months earlier.

At the same time, he honestly didn't know how much help he could be. Or that he necessarily wanted to. Fury couldn't necessarily shut down the Avengers, but he could certainly shut down Spiderman. He was too small a fry to purposely disobey Fury with no real fear of repercussions. Maybe that's what made him different from the teens too. Robin had animatedly told them the story about how the team was formed. How they had told their mentors to "Get on board, or get out of our way." He wasn't ready to do that yet. But when he was, he had the feeling he would be ready for the big leagues.

Nodding his head, at a gap in the boards, Peter watched as the two teams filed in. Captain America and Thor had a problem squeezing through the narrow entrance, but otherwise there were no problems getting in.

Peter watched in amusement as Robin grinned and headed to the large cloaked machine in the center of the hangar. Pulling the sheet off, Robin carefully examined the helicopter. "A Halo. Nice. Will the fact that it has Stark Industries painted across the side of it be problematic?"

Tony walked up next to him, and the two started talking about something animatedly. Peter walked over where the other teenagers were standing. Gesturing towards Robin, Peter asked, "He fly often?"

The redhead, Wally, shrugged. "I don't actually know. I knew that Rob likes to fly planes, but I never knew that he knew how to fly a helicopter too. Doesn't surprise me though. He is amazing on a motorcycle, and don't get me started on street racing. Oh and jet skis."

Peter's eyebrows furrowed. "Why wouldn't you know? I thought he was your friend?"

They seemed to all share a sad smile before Wally spoke again, "Look. I know the guy better than most, but his secrets have secrets. If anyone knew them all, it would be Batman."

Peter frowned slightly. That sounded sad. And lonely. "And Batman's his dad?"

M'gann clapped her hands. "Robin called him 'Dad' once in front of us. He seemed quite embarrassed afterwards like he didn't want us to know."

Wally shook his head slightly chuckling. "That was like accidently calling your teacher your mom. I've been around both for years, and I still don't know how to classify their relationship. I'm pretty sure that Rob will tell us as soon as he figures out exactly who Batman is to him."

Peter studied the team and realized that they were just as confused as he was by the last comment. Then again, it really was none of his business. "So he's your leader or something?"

This caused a frown to break out across the face of each of the team members. Finally Kaldur spoke up. "Normally I act as leader for the team. Robin is usually more immature than this, and we felt it best that I be leader until he is ready. However, Robin suggested that he act as temporary leader as he has the most experience and we did not know how to properly avoid detection while gaining the resources needed to go back home."

Peter nodded. From what he had gathered, the kid was crazy smart. Outmaneuvering Fury twice proved that. Most people were not able to do it once, let alone twice. And if his mentor was anything like him, he pitied their world. There was only so much evil genius a world could take. Even if said evil geniuses were actually heroes.

Robin turned to the team. "Kid Mouth, load up all the emergency food rations you can find. This is going to be a long flight, and I would like you to live through it."

Wally zipped through the room and loaded food in the helicopter. Peter turned to see that Robin had approached until he was standing right in front of him. "Thank you Peter for your help. If you ever find yourself in a world with a Justice League, call this number. Tell them Robin owes you one." Robin's voice dropped slightly, and Peter felt himself strain to hear the boy. "I don't ever say those words lightly. But I will help you out if you find yourself in our world. Even if I have to go against the whole Justice League."

Peter blinked and shook the boy's hand. A thank you wouldn't be enough to pay the boy back for that gift. He hadn't done anything worthy of receiving it though. All he had done was bring them to where he had hidden Tony's stuff. Perhaps the boy was thanking him for what was to come. Fury would undoubtedly question him. It was only a matter a time.

But as he watched Tony open the top of the hangar, and Robin and the Black Widow climb into the pilot's seats, Peter knew that he would lie for them. Consequences be damned. They had trusted him to help them without Fury, and he would keep that trust. Not that he could actually help Fury much. He had no idea where they were going, and the helicopter they were using looked like hundreds of others that were being used to tour the country and bring supplies to catastrophe victims.

Waving goodbye, Peter stepped out of the old hangar and disappeared into the streets of Manhattan. He had his own city to protect.

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Fury growled at the upside down teen in front of him. When he had requested a meet with Spiderman, he had hoped that the man would at least give him the time of day to get off of his damn web and talk to him face to mask.

"Where did they go Parker?"

"Where did who go, Boss?"

Fury just knew that the teen had a cheeky grin on his face. "The Avengers. They're aiding and abetting fugitives!"

As the boy prattled on about seeing so many people wearing Avenger costumes these days, Fury scratched at the hard cast on his arm. Not only was it broken, but the boy had also dislocated his shoulder, which meant that he also had to wear a sling. That damn boy had gotten the jump on him, but it would never happen again. It had surprised him that the boy had strapped him into a parachute before sending him out of the helicopter. He could have easily killed him, but he hadn't.

Gesturing to his arm angrily, Fury bellowed, "Those teenagers are dangerous! Look what that boy did before pushing me out of my own damn helicopter! And that was without weapons!"

Peter flipped onto his feet. Poking at the cast, he looked up. "You let a thirteen year old do that to you?"

"How do you know his age?"

Peter was never so glad that he was wearing a mask before in his life. "I guessed. His photos are everywhere. You know that he's smirking in them? It was like he knew that that was the photo you were using for his wanted poster!"

Fury growled louder and Peter held up his hands. Slinging a web up to the nearest rooftop, Peter asked, "There was a picture of him wielding Thor's hammer. That means that he has to be worthy. Ever stop to think that they're not villains?"

Peter pulled himself to the top of the building. He was definitely not going to stick around long enough for Fury to answer that question. The man would probably not be appreciative of being questioned by him of all people. Peter shrugged to himself before launching himself to the next building. If he had learned anything from their mysterious guests from an alternate universe, it was that sometimes it was okay to question authority. Sometimes it was even necessary.

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Okay...so one or two more chapters...I think.

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