"Excuse me? Did you just say that World War 2 starts in three days?" My fellow enhanced of the alley asked me.

"No, I said that it started in three days." I said. "There's a way you say things when it comes to time travel."

"Yeah well for me, it starts in three days, while for you, it started in three days." She shot back.

I paused for a second, thinking about it. "Fair enough." I acquiesced.

"Hmm, what's the plan then?" She asked.

I heard a groan from the dumpster, and we both looked at it, then at each other.

"Fellow dumpster divers of yours?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.

"Let's hope so." I said, then I listened for the heartbeat.

It was carefully controlled, sending a message in Morse code: fuck you, goblin.

"Please don't be a trap." I whispered, cautiously walking back to the dumpster.

We crouched at the dumpster, and slowly raised our heads, peeking in the dumpster to find…

Nothing?

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!" Someone screamed from inside the dumpster all of a sudden, and jumped into the air, as the two of us jumped a little at the sound.

We both looked up, to see Miles (Not that she knew) crouching on the wall, and he had the audacity to wink at me after giving me that small jump scare.

"Miles, I really want to hit you right now." I said, glaring at him.

"You know him?" She asked, looking at me. "He needs to get spanked by his mom, big time."

"Yeah." I said. "But seeing that his mother is in the future, I ask for permission to spank him."

"Permission granted." She said.

"Who are you, Miss Platinum Blonde?" Miles asked as he slowly backed up on the wall.

"I'm Anne Smith, not Platinum Blonde." She said, "I'm a freak who doesn't get older as fast as most people, so I'm actually 50, but I look 25. It gets even slower as I get older. I can also tell if you're telling the truth, and I have impeccable aim."

"One: you're not a freak, you're an enhanced human." I said. "Two: so that's why you didn't freak out when I told you we were from the future."

"Your buddy ran away." She commented. "But yes, that's why I didn't freak out. And also, enhanced sounds much better than freak."

"I'll get him later." I said, waving my hand in dismissal. "Now, would you be a dear, and give me a tour of your majestic city?"

"Oh, totally!" She said with exaggerated excitement. "Follow me!"

"Wait!" I said. "I have to dress in clothes suitable for a man of honor." I said, then I used the AI I installed into the suit as a precautionary backup to change into overalls and a plaid shirt, while concealing my legs.

"That's… better but it looks like you just moved in from the South." Anne commented, giving me a look over.

"Maybe I did." I said cheekily. "Unless you want me to wear a suit and tie."

"No, this works." She said, "But your friend…"

"Miles get your sorry a- body down here right now." I said, looking at the rooftops, sneaking a slight look at Anne when I nearly slipped and cursed.

"I'm Brooklyn born and raised, a little cursing doesn't make me run away." She said, looking at me amusedly.

Miles came down, and looked at the two of us, while removing his mask and switching his suit for a pair of jeans and a black shirt.

"Please don't get mad at me for scaring you guys." He said.

"Karma's a son of a bitch, Miles." I said simply, smirking at him while turning around and facing the exit of the alley. I walked towards the exit. "Karma's a son of a bitch."

"Karma?" Anne asked, catching up to me. "What's that?"

"Hmm." I said, thinking of a way to explain. "Let's say I fell on the floor because of a puddle of water. Not that it would happen because I'm like too good at what I do to just fall over a puddle, but this is just an example."

"Of course." She said, sending a knowing smirk at me as the three of us walked side-by-side. "Just an example, it won't ever happen."

"Yes, just an example." I said. "And then, you laugh at me. Which I wouldn't be surprised if you did, but who cares. Anyways, you laugh at me, then you fall into a puddle yourself. That would be Karma."

"Revenge in the form of bad luck." Anne summarized, then she looked up at me for confirmation, and I nodded. "Ok, how tall and how old are you, and what's your name?"

"I'm not sure how tall I am, and I'm like really old, and my name is Peter Parker." I said.

"How do you not know your height or age?" She asked, bewildered.

"Ok, let's check my height." I said, looking down and calculating."I'm 6' 5". And you really don't want to know my age."

"Why, you're underage?" She asked. "That's real cute, I know you're not."

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. I sighed, then "I'm like, older than this universe."

She looked at me in bewilderment, nearly bumping into a fellow pedestrian if I hadn't pulled her into me and away from the path of the pedestrian.

"Come again?" She asked, looking at me.

"I said, I'm older than this universe." I said, smirking at her. "Problem there, Truthseeker?"

"You're… not lying." She said, looking at me, surprised.

"No, I'm not." I said.

"Damn." She said, thinking. "That's actually crazy."

"Yeah." I said.

"So what's the plan Peter?" Miles asked. "Are we just going to go back your way?"

I opened my fist to look at my piece of the Siege Perilous, and looked at Miles. "You have another piece, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He said, handing it to me.

"No, keep it." I said. "Don't join the two just yet, we don't know what type of beacon that might send, and we're not ready for that type of attention."

"True." He said, then he pocketed it.

"So, you guys aren't here just as a tourist thing, right?" Anne asked, and we both shook our heads. "So who do you need to find?"

Miles and I looked at each other. "Stark?" He asked.

"No." I said. "The United States doesn't involve itself till later, but that doesn't mean Project Manhattan wouldn't be started before they got involved. At the same time, it would seem suspicious that we would align ourselves with him right before the war. Oh and also, my maternal grandparents are both close to him right now."

"Who are your maternal grandparents?" Anne asked.

"Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter." I said. At the name Peggy Carter, she gave me a look, and I chuckled. "Yeah, you only know my grandmother's name, don't worry, he'll become pretty famous in the next few years."

"War hero?" She asked.

"More like war sacrifice, but same thing." I said.

"So Stark is a no, where to then?" Miles asked.

"Other enhanced?" I shrugged. "I don't see anywhere else to go."

"Wait." Miles said. "We need to form a list of objectives."

"Anne, can we crash at your place?" I asked.

"Of course." She said.

We were all sprawled on Anne's bed with a bowl of popcorn that I made in the middle of us, with a holograph as our list.

"So, one: sabotage Cerebro." Miles said.

"Cerebro?" Anne asked.

"A super machine that people can use for mind reading." I said.

"Yes." Miles said. "All cool, we know. But we need to focus on this. What's two?"

"We need to gather intel." I said. "We need to see Goblin before he sees us."

"Two: create Intel sources so as to be forewarned." Miles said. "Three?"

"Find out what to do with Japan." I said. "I'm pretty sure we did something about them, considering."

"Hmm." Miles said. "That's possible. Do we know anything?"

"No, and that's frustrating." I said. "You don't just… convince a country to back out of a war."

"Who said that?" Anne challenged. "You could just do precisely that. You could go to them, and stop them. We can show force if we have to."

"She's not wrong." I said, looking at Miles. "We can try to convince them, or at the very least, stop Pearl Harbor, and if they don't back down, we got three enhanced marksmen."

"Three?" Anne asked.

"My aim is better than the aim of one of the greatest marksmen in my time." I said. "Miles should be the same."

"Either way." Miles said, "We can keep that as an option, to straight up barge in uninvited. So objective three is to stop or curb Japan. What's four?"

"Four: make sure The United States does not involve itself in the war against Japan." I said.

"You sure?" Anne asked.

"I am." I said. "In my history books, it said they never went on the Japanese front, as it never posed a threat. But I'm willing to say that we probably forced them not to attack."

"Agreed." Miles said. "Five?"

"Anne, do you know of any enhanceds, vigilantes, superheroes, anti-heroes, anything?" I asked.

"Only heard of two." She said, "One's in Chicago. The Black Stinger, he's a vigilante."

"And the other?" I asked.

"I've only heard about this guy, haven't seen him." Anne said, "He's called the White Tiger."

Me and Miles looked at each other.

"Do you guys know him?" Anne asked.

"More like we know of him…" Miles said hesitantly.

"We know either his daughter or granddaughter." I said.

"So there are two of them?" Anne asked.

"Three." I said. "The daughter or granddaughter, whichever it is, is also a White Tiger."

"Ok." Anne said.

"Why do you need to know this?" Miles asked.

"Kid, we're about to face a fucking monster." I said. "I want all the help we can get, even though they won't be directly charging. They'll all be there from afar, and serve as a help. The annoying part is that we can't just go to the Web, because of Morlun. I can't sense either of my brothers, so I suppose that they've been thrown somewhere else in the space-time continuum, and possibly somewhere in the multiverse."

"So you need something, anything to give you a bigger guarantee for you to come out alive." Miles deduced.

"Exactly." I said. "While I could totally just go back to the future," Miles rolled his eyes at that, "I can't, not really. I'll have to come back here. We're both in a corner here, Gobby and us. But the difference is that we were prepared for this to an extent, whereas Gobby was taken by surprise. But the problem is that he still possibly has control over the Web Of Death, so I've installed protections to block us substantially from his eyes."

"Ok." Miles said "What about Wakanda?"

"That's a major point." I said. "We'll have to talk to T'Challa's grandfather."

"T'Chanda, right?" Miles commented.

"Yeah." I said absent-mindedly as I made snow angels on the blanket.

"This food is good." Anne commented as she munched on the popcorn. "What's this called again, Mr. Oldie?"

"It's called popcorn." I said. "In those days, it'll be considered one of the kids' most favorite foods."

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Anne said as she continued to munch on the popcorn.

"Chicago tomorrow?" I said.

"How are we going to go there?" Anne asked. "Bus?"

"No, we'll have a little more fun." I said mischievously.

"Ok?" Anne said.

"Ignore him." Miles said. "He will probably use the repulsors or portals."

"What are repulsors?"

The next morning, I was floating in a lotus position, and meditating shirtless.

I heard Miles and Anne both wake up and go about their morning activities, then I heard them make breakfast, and I opened my eyes when the breakfast was ready, and sat down on the floor.

"So nice of you to join us!" Anne said, ruffling my hair for no reason.

We ate breakfast while making small talk.

Then we all got up to wash the dishes, and that was when Miles messed up slightly.

"Wait, you're like 50 right?" Miles asked.

"Yeah." Anne said.

"So don't you, like, have grandkids or something?" Miles asked.

I groaned, and facepalmed. "Kid, the world isn't as accepting of enhanced humans as they are in our day, and even in our day, they look at us with disgust."

"Oh, shit." Miles said. He looked at Anne with a sincerely apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Anne."

Anne blinked away her tears, then with a hoarse voice, she said "It's ok. I've accepted it by now. Besides, if I did find someone who cared about me enough to not give a fuck about his social status going down if he married a freak, then the kids would still have a tough time. And it's not like I'm this super beautiful girl, I'm fifty fucking years old."

"Hey, you're plenty beautiful." I said reassuringly, placing a hand on her shoulder. "And like I told those assholes in the alley yesterday, we can do things that they can't. It's the brightness of my soul to see my daughter when she crawls along the wall, or when she kicks ass."

"You have a daughter?" Anne asked.

"Yes." I said, smiling. "A daughter, and a son, and two daughters and one son on the way."

"How can anyone hold three babies, especially if said babies have superpowers?" Anne asked.

"Oh, they're not all from one woman." Miles said, snorting.

Anne looked between me and Miles for a second, processing his words, then she just shrugged. "Not surprised." She said, "You've got a crazy body, and you are the nice type of guy."

Miles snorted even more, and he was about to say something, when I gave him a level 100 glare, and he shut his mouth.

"Anyways." I said, taking my watch off, and handing it to Anne. "That's for you. Tell the watch to put your suit on."

"How do I do that?" She asked as she tied the watch onto her wrist. "What even is this? Some advanced type of pocket watch? It doesn't even look like one. But it does have the right time, I'll give it that."

Me and Miles looked at each other in loss. "Something like that." We supplied.

"So what do I do?" Anne asked, looking at the watch with intrigue. "I just say, put my suit on?"

Instantly, she was covered with nanobots, and they formed a black suit, with a sniper rifle on the back along with a quiver of arrows, and there were rounds of bullets on her torso, and she had a hood and a domino mask, and there was a utility belt, and she had pistols strapped to her thigh, as well as a minigun with bullets on her wrists, which were a loose rendering of the whistling birds Mandalorians had.

"Whoa!" She said, amazed. "I love this! Is this even real! How is this even something real! Like I thought we'd like, have flying cars in the future, but I'd never think they'd have this! Whatever this is!"

Then, she toppled to the ground, and I caught her before she hit the ground.

"I think she fainted." I said.

"No shit Sherlock." Miles said, smirking. "Cute gift by the way."

"She needed a suit." I said, and took advantage of the fact that we were alone. "We're going to have to leave at the end anyways, don't try to make this harder on all of us, and make us any closer."

Miles didn't respond to that, and I gently laid Anne on the bed, then I sat on her rocking chair (like seriously, if I needed any confirmation that I was in the past, this rocking chair would pass as the confirmation.)

After a while, Anne woke up, and I shooed her out of her own bedroom, then I got dressed into my own suit, and came out of the room.

They both looked at me for a moment, then Miles saluted me. "Nice time to go Noir." He said.

"That suit looks more like something that someone from our time would wear." Anne commented, giving me a look over. If she spent a second longer on my abs, none of us noticed it.

"That's because someone from your time did wear it." I said, and she looked at me confusedly. "Well, in a different universe, but the point still stands. In that universe, Spider-Man was a hero from the 1940s, not from later on."

"There are other universes?" Anne asked excitedly. "Are there aliens too?"

I opened a portal to a Chicago alley as I chuckled. "Yeah, there are."

"Wow." She said as she went through the portal. "I hope I can live to your time, then I get to see all this cool stuff, but it will be everywhere."

"So seeing us won't be a plus?" Miles asked as the portal closed behind him.

"That would be the biggest plus." She said, "And Kid, your suit needs to be nice enough for the past."

"Just because my superhero name is 'Arachnid Kid' doesn't mean you all can just call me Kid." He mumbled as he edited his suit, making it all black with a hoodie, except for a small red spider the size of his palm on his chest.

"Kid, we can call you whatever the fuck we want." Both me and Anne said at the same time, and high fived as Miles grumbled at us.

I pulled my web pistols out of their holsters, and spinned them with a flourish. "Well, according to my research, Stinger was usually seen stopping any robberies, or whenever a gang tried to hijack a train or bus. The September 1st, 1939 Daily Globe issue stated something about Stinger and some new crooks destroying a train going towards the Great Lakes."

"How'd you get this research?" Miles asked.

"My suit had the database of all the past newspapers of all the major cities downloaded." I said.

"Of course you did." Miles said.

"And who are these new crooks?" Anne asked.

I smirked. "Well, one of them did have a very flashy hat and a flowing coat, and the other had a hood and very dangerous aim with their guns and arrows, and the last had some wannabe hipster jacket on, so I think that matches our descriptions loosely, wouldn't you say Anne?"

"I was doubting it, until you mentioned the supposedly hipster jacket." Anne said, and looked at Miles. "Whaddaya say, Kid? That's us or nah?"

"I don't see any flashy hats." Miles said.

"Yeah, I don't either." I said, taking my hat off and brushing imaginary dust off of it. "This is a classic hat, not a flashy hat. And Anne has impeccable aim, not dangerous aim. But you are looking like a wannabe hipster, so I'm forgiving their mistakes in describing us."

"Let's just go." Miles grumbled, walking past us.

Me and Anne looked at each other, and gave a hearty laugh at his expense.

"I didn't come to the past just to be a third wheel!" Miles said, sticking his head back in the alley.

"You're not the third wheel, Kid." I said, following him as we jumped across the rooftops. "You're the back fender of the car. Get it? 'Cuz you're the butt of the jokes."

"You're a sorry jokester." Miles said. "You had to explain your joke."

"I'm sorry, and what jokes did you say that gives you the right to judge?" Anne asked.

"The one about how he's the cooler Spider-Man." I said.

"Oh, better get some alcohol to drink that out." Anne said, and we both looked at her strangely. "What?"

"We usually say, he needs ice for that burn, or something like that." I explained.

"Well then let us have a union of cultures." Anne said. "He needs alcohol for the burn."

"That works." I said. "The train station is up ahead."

We all slowed down, and fell into a nearby alley, and Miles went invisible, and I faintly saw him go into the train.

"Psst!" Anne whispered. "How did he disappear?"

"One of his powers." I whispered back. "I can do it too, just a little more complicated."

Anne nodded, then gestured at a nearby rooftop, where a black suit looking vaguely like the Beetle without all the tech was standing.

He had his 'stingers' out, one on each of his wrists, and he had a sniper rifle with him as well.

"That's the Black Stinger, but you already knew that." Anne whispered, and I rolled my eyes. "I know you're rolling your eyes." I looked at her, surprised. "I can just tell that's what you'd do." I nodded, then turned back to focus on Stinger.

The train started moving, and Stinger rolled onto the train roof, and I grabbed Anne, and stealthily took the two of us to the middle of two of the cabbies, where we sat.

Sure enough, just as the train was about to leave the city, a small explosion came from the front of the train. Anne and I nodded at each other, and I threw her a web pistol, then jumped onto the top of the train with Anne following, and we ran ahead, my trench coat flowing behind me.

We got to the point where several masked robbers were attempting to take some money, and they were shooting at Stinger so as to corner him, and Miles was nowhere to be seen- oh wait he just zapped one of the robbers.

I jumped down, and started shooting web bullets at the robbers, which stuck them to the walls, and from above, Anne was shooting at them, giving them flesh wounds. I agreed with her methods, they may have only been train robbers, but a little pain goes a long way in teaching a lesson.

Within moments, they were all dealt with, and I looked at Stinger. "I need to talk to you." I said, holstering my pistols and raising my hands in a way to show that I meant no harm.

"Just because your hands are raised does not mean you are any less dangerous." He said, and I rolled my eyes behind my mask. I could see Anne smirk at my expression, and I winked at her, wanting to see if she'd pick that up.

Much to my surprise, she did, and she winked back at me.

Focus, Parker!

Oh right, I was talking to Stinger.

"Yeah, just an expression." I said. "I promise I won't harm you till we have both said our parts, only should you prove untrustworthy."

"Follow me." Stinger said, jumping out of the train, and using high speed fans on his bulky shoes to land softly.

I rolled my eyes. It may have been advanced for his era, but I'd definitely upgrade that to something a little more functional.

We followed Stinger to a rooftop, and he crossed his arms, and looked at us. "So what did you require from me?" He asked.

"We need your help." I said. "Me and the wannabe hipster are from the future. We were brought here by an enemy. I want to ally myself with other vigilantes, enhanced humans, anti-heroes, superheroes, and the like so as to have a way to know the position of my enemy."

"Prove it to me that you're from the future." Stinger said.

"It's currently August 31st, 1939." I said. "Day after tomorrow, Germany will go to war. That will signify the beginning of World War 2. My grandmother is Peggy Carter. Tomorrow, The Daily Globe will mention Stinger and three fellow crooks hijacking a train. One of them will be said to have a flashy hat and a flowing coat, the other had a hood and very dangerous aim with their guns and arrows, and the last looked like a wannabe hipster.

"That's how I would describe you, so your story fits." Stinger said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.

"Follow me." He said

Stinger jumped off the rooftop, and got into a car, which we all got into.

As soon as we got in, he took his mask off, and looked at us. "Patrick Osnick, editor of The Daily Globe, at your service."

We were all shocked for different reasons.

"Osnick!?" I exclaimed, just as Miles and Anne both exclaimed "editor of The Daily Globe!"

"You heard me." He said, revving the engine, and going fast for a car from the past, a mere sixty miles per hour. "Something wrong with my last name?"

"I just know of the name." I said.

"Seemed a little more than that." Patrick said.

"Someone with that last name takes up vigilante work in this city." I said.

"Ok." Patrick said. "That fits."

We drove out of the city, to a garage. We got out of the car, and I looked at his base. "What's this place called? The Hive?"

"Right on one." Patrick said, slowly taking his clunky armor off.

"Nice." I said, observing my surroundings.

I stopped at an old Charger that was just sitting on the side. "Patrick, what's the old Charger doing here?"

"That came out last year." He said, giving me a look.

"Oh, my bad." I said, looking away and whistling, as if that never happened.

"What's your car called?" Miles asked, observing the vigilante's black car.

"Doesn't have a name." Patrick said as the suit was finally off. He walked up to a false wall, and picked it up, revealing a tunnel.

He looked at us as he got into the Charger. "Let's go."

We went through the dark tunnel, and found ourselves in the garage of a mansion.

I looked around, appraising the house. "You get this from your editing job? Cool."

"Make yourselves at home." He said, sighing. "Marie!" He called out. "We've got guests!"

Moments later, a brunette came to the garage, and raised an eyebrow at us. "Didn't know there were other people doing these things."

"Me and wannabe hipster are from the future." I said, wrapping my arm around Miles. "Armed lady here is an enhanced human."

"Ok…" the woman said, clearly skeptical. "And why exactly are you here?"

"Well, we only wanted some help, and to get some information from Patrick." I said. "But now that Patrick is the editor of a major newspaper…?"

"Perhaps I could produce some anti war propaganda?" He asked.

"Not necessarily." I said. "One, we need to calm public opinion on enhanceds. Two, we need to make sure they don't go to war with Japan, and vice versa."

"If I might say, the opinion of enhanceds will calm down when the whole Captain America thing happens." Miles said.

"That's true." I said. "Oh, and before we leave, I'm fixing up all of your stuff, Stinger." I gave him a look. "Those fans aren't safe at all, and your suit is super clunky for no reason, and the way your Hive is connected to the house isn't very safe."

"I said the very same things." Marie said.

"Well then I'll get to work." I said, heading back towards the Hive. "Miles, Anne, you can come if you want."

They both followed me, unsurprisingly.

Notes

:

Hey guys!

Two things; firstly, to those wondering the inspiration behind the chapter's name, well, Chicago is the windy city, so I though it appropriate to name the chapter such.

Secondly, this arc will be really long, covering all of WWII, and taking at least 20 chapters, if not more.

Also, im thinking of adding more than just a DCEU to the story, because Peter was already expecting this, so I want another universe to pop out of nowhere, and surprise him. I'll be collecting votes, and we'll see which franchise wins. Only requirement is that it's not Image comics or Star Wars, as I have already put them in the story, and please don't say Star Trek, because I am in blissful ignorance of that franchise.

Happy reading,

Darth Lazy