Skies of Area 11

"All passengers prepare to disembark; we will be landing in 5 minutes."

Miles groaned and stretched his arms and legs as much as he could without intruding on his neighbors. The flights from airport to airport were long but nothing could prepare Miles for the long ride from Britannia to Area 11.

Miles glanced out his window to see the Tokyo settlement in all its glory. A city built upon a series of layers of metal and tunnels. It was one of the greatest technological ideas in the 21st century. Never again will the Britannia government need to adhere to the geography of the areas they claimed; now they could build on it and create a blank slate.

Miles found it kind of sad to see what was already there to be essentially painted over. But it was Britannia, these things happened all across the globe with every area that was established.

It wasn't long before the plane landed and Miles was on the streets of Area 11.

"Well, here I am."

The Tokyo settlement was large, the largest in the entire country. The skyscrapers were immense, the buildings were spaced well, and there were a ton of alleys good for any self-respecting robber to mug someone in. It reminded him a lot of New York in some ways, all it was missing was the rough personality.

Miles casually strolled his luggage to the exit when he saw a peculiar teenager. He had blue hair, a black and gold school-uniform, a rat-like face, and looked confusingly at the passersby's with a sign in his hand with two words on it.

'Miles Morales'

"So, you're the guy picking me up?"Miles approached him, who in turn looked Miles up and down.

"Oh, you're Miles aren't you? Sorry, Milly didn't give me a photo of you. I was almost gonna call her since I couldn't find you."He gave a sort of chuckle and rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Miles. My name is Rivalz Cardemonde, and I am a part of the Ashford Academy student council!"Rivalz stuck his hand out for a shake, and Miles met him halfway.

"I'll be honest, I haven't heard of a college having a student council."Rivalz waved to him to follow to his ride, a bike with a side-car attached to it.

"Oh, we get that a lot, Ashford isn't like your normal college. See, Milly is the daughter of the Dean, who also owns the Ashford High School. So don't be afraid when classes are stopped all day because Milly wants to do some crazy activity with the entire student body. Trust me, you'll get used to it by the 4th or 5th time, I know I did."The two of them drove down the road and eventually made it to the highway.

"So, Lloyd told me that the rest of my luggage will be coming in tomorrow. Do you know what the progress is on that?"Miles asked.

"Ugh, that guy!? Don't get me started. No, I don't know anything about what he's doing."Rivalz made a sour face at the mention of his name.

Lloyd Asplund, the man that his father saved was indeed an Earl and a very smart man. He only met him once, and by his attitude wasn't what Miles imagined an Earl to be.

"You two have some bad blood or something?"Miles questioned.

"More like 'or something'. Don't worry, I'm not gonna throw your bed sheets into the breeze."For the rest of the ride, the two rode in silence as they made their way through the city and eventually to the college.

Ashford Academy was big; it spanned enough land for a few football fields to cover just the space between the gates and the front entrance alone.

"Whoa," Miles remarked.

"Don't worry, Ashford may look intimidating, but she's got some of the best people there. If you do right by her, she'll do right by you."Rivalz pulled up to the keypad on the gate and quickly typed in the password that opened the gate.

"Are you referring to the school or the girl?"Miles asked.

"Yes," Rivalz said as he drove the bike into the school.

Rivalz drove to the end of the path until it hit a set of stairs right in front of the building. Rivalz hopped off his bike and Miles did the same.

"Ok since you came later than most people, Milly wanted to give you a personal tour but unfortunately she got pulled into a budget debate with the other student council members. She told me to set you up in a room and she'll get to you when she's done. So follow me to the dorms."Again Miles followed Rivalz to the dorms.

Miles took his opportunity to spy any area that he could use to leave the campus ground to go patrol as Spider-Man. Fortunately, he found a few but they were far in-between. He'd deal with that later.

"The dorms will have everything you need, microwave, refrigerator, desk, and even a stove if you're feeling adventurous. The recreation center is on the first floor, and if you ever need anything the desk is open from 8 am to 10 pm."Rivalz showed him the dorms as soon as they entered, highlighting all its features.

Miles followed Rivalz to the top floor and showed him his room. It was empty.

"No roommate?"Miles asked.

"Agh, sorry. We couldn't find you one, that won't be bad will it?"Rivalz asked.

"No, it's fine. So when do classes start?"Miles asked.

"They start this Monday; take your time to familiarize yourself with the campus tomorrow. I'll check up on you later 'kay?"Rivalz went to leave the room before Miles stopped him.

"Hey, do you mind telling Milly I'm going out to explore the town? I don't want her to wait for me."Miles said as he put his luggage on his bed.

"No problem, I'll let her know."Rivalz waved his hand goodbye and left Miles alone.

"Well, time to go explore."

Tokyo Settlement

Diethard had just got out of a board meeting and to ease his frustration decided to go out for lunch at a café near his job. He pulled up his phone reading the news and drank his coffee, each in either hand.

'Tony Stark rescued from Afghanistan…Prince Schneizel keeping peace talks between the E.U. and Britannia…Oh would you look at that, Earl Monahan is getting married.' Diethard took another sip of his coffee, oblivious to the commotion starting around him.

As he reached for his sandwich his chair was bumped into by a waiter…an eleven.

"Hey, watch where you're…"Instead of looking at him, the waiter looked up to the sky.

"Listen to me you…"Again he ignored him and looked where he sight was attracted to.

"What the hell."He gawked.

On top of the building on the other side of the street stood a man, the sun blocked his features but one thing was certain.

"He's going to jump, someone call the police."A woman beside him alerted.

It wasn't every day that something this exciting happened to Diethard, but hopefully, it wouldn't end in a bad way.

It was sudden, the man on the roof jumped. There were screams, gasps, and for a minute the world stood still as the group of onlookers watch as the unnamed man jumped off the roof. As he fell and fell, Diethard only prepared for the worst. He waited for the dreaded splat, but it never came.

Diethard looked as the man shut his hand out and a thin line connected to a nearby building as the man started to swing from building to building.

"Hello, Area 11!"The man shouted as he swung from building to building.

Instantly Diethard was enthralled, he followed after the web-slinger as he moved down the street until he couldn't keep up with him.

"Is that Spider-Man? I thought that guy was in New York?"A man beside scratched his head in confusion.

"You know him?"Diethard asked.

"I know of him. Yeah, he's some kinda superhero, jumped straight from a comic."The man told Diethard.

"Tell me more."Diethard wanted to know 'Who is Spider-Man?'

As Diethard grilled the man of information, Miles swung across the city and took in the sites all while trying to figure out what May had done to this outfit.

"Miles, if you're hearing this it means you've finally put on the new suit I made you. As you've realized it's more advanced than your old outfit. It has an installed operating system, complete with a local map, health analyzer, vision settings, and more web-variants than you remember. Right now the suit is booting up, let it do its job and you'll do yours better. I wish you my best Miles, you'll do great."The audio tape ended and Miles was left alone swinging.

Miles gave a small smile before focusing on swinging through the Tokyo settlement and learning the layout of the city. As he did he couldn't help but notice the glaring elephant in the proverbial room. The ghettos were where the elevens lived, former Japanese who lost to Britannia. Just like the Tokyo settlement, it was just another reminder of what Britannia had done to erase what used to be a prideful nation…Miles gave a sigh before returning back to web-slinging. Sure he was strong, but even he knew he couldn't take down a government.

Britannia

3 months ago

Two sets of guards met each other in the hall; across the base, everyone was scrambling looking everywhere.

"Have there been any news about the escapee?"The squad leader, Vance McAllen, asked.

"No sir, we sent Joseph and Bryan to search the mess hall but they haven't found anything."The soldier under his command reported.

"Dammit, if he gets out we will never be able to find him. Go out and look for him, no one rests until the escapee is found!"With a chorus of 'Yes Sir's' the rest of McAllen's soldiers left hastily leaving him alone in the hall.

McAllen rubbed his forehead; he wished he never dug up that rust bucket from underneath the ice. Before he could move on a swift hand met his neck and McAllen dived to the ground unconscious.

Behind him stood a man in red, white and blue… the Star-Spangled Man with a Plan. Steve Rogers breathed heavily from holding his position on the roof. For the last hour, he'd been running away from the guards that had tried to kill him. And without proper identification, or even telling him where he was…Steve knew that he was nowhere good.

Steve quickly picked up the man beneath him into the closest room he could find, fortunately, it was a restroom. Steve quickly undressed the man to his underwear and swapped clothes. As he walked out of the bathroom he picked off the name on his uniform before casually strolling through the base.

Steve had to know where he was. Where was Washington? And what happened at Yorktown? He kept asking his guards but they looked at him like he was crazy! He had to know what happened; he had to return to the fight.

As Steve exited the base he could only stare in amazement. The base he was in was made of metal, it itself was a marvel of engineering. But outside made the base look like garbage. Machines drove across the airstrip, with even larger ones that stood like metal-men moving about. Above him, even more metal machines flew. Flew! Like a hummingbird, they floated in the air with an incredible noise.

Steve moved along, not trying to oust himself as someone that didn't belong. Steve kept to himself, not trying to catch anyone's attention.

Behind him, more commotion started to stir; they obviously found the man he took the uniform from. Steve had to move fast, it won't be long until they found out who he was.

Steve had reached the end of the base, only to find it was a cliff into an ocean. Steve silently cursed before turning around only to face a wall of guns pointed at him. The man that he stole the uniform from had gotten a new one from another soldier as it had read his rank and name wrong.

"Well I won't say it wasn't exciting, but your sneaking around has come to an end. Give up now and you'll face the courts, or don't and I'll have my men shoot you. Either way, I get a promotion and you end up dead, a win-win scenario for me."

Steve eyed his surroundings; a metal-man had just come from behind him, holding what looked like a big gun at Steve.

"You aren't going anywhere, so hurry up and make your move. I've already called check on this little fiasco."McAllen gave a devilish smirk; oh he would so enjoy that pay-raise.

Steve did the one thing he could do. He turned and jumped off the cliff into the waters below him, McAllen could only stand and stare at his target had seemingly jumped to his death.

"Send boats! I want his body found and paraded across this base immediately!"The soldiers under his command did as they were commanded and left promptly.

"Damn him."McAllen cursed staring at the spot Steve Rogers jumped from.

Now

Steve watched as a car drove down the street, he wondered if it could move from Boston to Connecticut without the paved roads. He also wondered what help had the Knightmare Frames would have been if George had had command of one during the rebellion.

Many of these questions lingered in Steve's mind, 'What If' this, or 'What If' that? In the end, it was the only thing that kept Steve connected to what was his life. But to everyone else, it was over 300 years ago.

Washington's Rebellion, they called it. It was the name of the unsuccessful revolution that was led by the colonies and doomed by the betrayal of Benjamin Franklin.

For the last 3 months, it took Steve to catch up on world history, 3 months to know what had happened to the world he left. He sighed yet again and walked down the street. For the last 3 months, he had been living hidden in Britannia. For some reason Britannia never put his name on the fugitive list, more likely it was a secret not to raise hope for any of the other area's Britannia had enslaved.

So Steve lived, however, he could. He got by just fine; living with the homeless wasn't that bad. But every day he went to sleep, Steve wondered what could have been. What his life with Peggy could have been if he came back home one last time. What life could have been like if George, the man he admired most of all, won his rebellion?

Steve was a man stuck in the past, living in the future. And he couldn't have been in the worst hell than this.

Bear with me. I know 300 years is a bit outlandish, but I find that Tony Stark and Steve Rogers are both helpful characters to add to the story. Steve gets a lot more screen time compared to Tony's offhand reference but I'll be sure to give him his own spotlight when it's appropriate. Until next time.