Ashford Academy

"Here you can find the Student Council room, most days you can find us here working after school doing paperwork and what-not."Milly's voice entered the room and behind her stood Miles.

The room was empty bar, two other people. A girl with brunette hair sat filing papers and on the other side of the room was a much smaller girl typing away on a computer.

"Oh hey Pres, I just finished the monthly budget you asked me for."The brunette stood up from her chair and approached the two.

"Miles, this is Shirley Fennete, she is a member of the Student Council."Shirley stuck her hand out.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miles. As Milly said I'm a member of the Student Council, as well as Nina over there. Don't be to put off by her, she's just a bit shy, she's really nice though."Nina, oblivious to the conversation, kept to her computer.

"What's she working on?"Miles asked.

"Some project of hers, it's very complicated so I can't really explain it to you," Shirley told him.

"So, that's the whole tour, do you have any other questions?"Milly asked.

"I think I'm good. Though, for a Student Council, four people seem a bit small."Miles noted.

"Oh, there are actually 5 of us. Rivalz isn't here so that must mean…"

"Oh that dumb boy, he's gone off gambling again."Shirley stomped her feet.

"Rivalz gambles?"From what he saw of Rivalz he honestly couldn't have seen it.

"Not directly; Rivalz gambles with our Vice-President, his name is Lelouch."Milly clarified.

"That seems kinda odd."Miles raised his eyebrow, whoever heard of a VP of a Student Council going gambling.

"If you're trying to say he takes our money, don't worry, Lelouch is very good at gambling. He hardly needs our money to use."Milly chuckled.

"Milly, don't encourage this behavior!"Shirley grew a little red.

"Oh, you."Milly let out a hearty chuckle before turning her attention back to Miles.

"Say, Miles, have you decided what club you belong to?"She asked.

"This college has clubs?"Miles yet again raised his eyebrow.

"It's official, Miles you are now a part of the Ashford Student Council!"Milly declared.

"You sure you want me, I don't really have any prior experience in this kinda stuff."Miles shrugged.

"It is college rule that everyone must be a part of a club, and seeing as you don't have one I am only following the rules."Milly laughed again.

Nina slowly walked from across the room to join them, "If it's any consolation, Milly did the same to me when I came here."

"Well, I'm glad to be on board then."Miles gave a nod to Milly.

"Welcome to our little band of misfits Miles, you'll fit right in."Milly wrapped her arm around his neck and brought him into a side hug.

"Uh, thanks."Miles smiled weakly.

"And as my first act as your Student Council President, I hereby command you to take the weekend to relax!"Milly raised her arm in a display of extravagance.

Miles hadn't yet decided if going to college here was what was best for him, but he was starting to like it.

Britannia, California

"Tony Stark, what happened in Afghanistan?"

"Who were the men that kidnapped you from your convoy?"

"What is the status of your company after you have stopped supplying the military with equipment?"

All these and more were thrown at Tony as he pulled up to his mansion on the cliff side. Ignoring the press he drove inside through the gate, leaving all of them behind. Even as he parked in front of his door he could hear the constant shouting from the gate.

"Jarvis, send the car to the garage please,"Tony commanded and the car's autopilot sent it to its destination.

Tony sighed as he entered his home and sat on his couch. He pulled up his phone to see the excess amount of messages and phone calls from people he knew, the most aggravating was from Obadiah wanting to talk to him. He dismissed them all and sat back on the couch trying to relax.

"Sir, you told me to dismiss all calls and messages but it seems that Prince Schneizel wishes to speak with you, do I hang up?"Jarvis asked over the speakers.

Tony sighed (again) and sat up straight, "Pull him up on the main television."

"At once sir."

The television sprung to life, and covering the majority of it was Prince Schneizel el Britannia.

"Tony, I just heard the most ridiculous news. Kanon tells me you have 'effective immediately' stopped all arms manufacturing from Stark Industries. Is this true?"Schneizel asked.

"Yep."Tony stood up going to pour him a glass of alcohol.

"You say it so nonchalantly, you do know that Britannia pays a lot for your tech. Why stop it all so suddenly?"

"Oh, it's nothing too bad. Just watched my own missile land 5 feet in front of me and almost killed me. Oh and that the same people who held me hostage were also using it on innocent people, nothing you have to worry about."Tony set down the bottle of alcohol and took a swig from his glass.

"Tony, stop drinking and talk to me."Tony turned from his vice to the television.

"You are upsetting the Britannian war economy with this move. Are you sure this decision you're making is the wisest choice to make?"Schneizel asked.

"Schneizel, have you ever had a Knightmare with a loaded gun fire at you?"Tony asked back.

"I don't make it a habit, no. If you're trying to insinuate coming close to death I'm afraid I have you beat. I can't quite count the number of times I've come close to being killed."A voice responded to him in the background, which took Schneizels attention away.

"That many? Hm, I expect more. That aside, I know what it's like to come close to death."

"No, not like me. You would die from someone who uses their weapons their equipment. I was nearly killed by something I made, something I let be made."Tony hung his head as he sat back on his couch.

"So it's guilt that is eating away at you, not because of avoiding death, but because you cause it."

The words Ho Yinsen told him before he died rung in his head, "Don't waste it…Don't waste your life…"

The man had no one to remember him when he was gone, his family dead, forced to work on weapons of war for the last days of his life. That's what Tony would have been if he died in that cave.

"If you are content with changing your company, what will you do next?"Schneizel asked.

"I'll get back to you on that."Tony grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, effectively ending the call.

"Jarvis, did you get that blueprint I sent you?"Tony asked.

"Yes sir, I sent it to your computer downstairs."Tony nodded and walked down the stairs to enter his workplace.

The Workshop was his own little slice of heaven, a lab where he can build whatever he wanted away from the wants and needs of everyone else. He approached his computer and sent the files to display as a 3D holograph in front of him.

"Jarvis, run an inventory check, I want to make sure we have the resources for this."Tony folded his arms together, eyeing each piece in this mechanical puzzle.

"Inventory check complete, all materials required for the Mark 2, are already in the house. Is there anything else sir?"

Tony eyed the metal suit in front of him. This would be the start of his great creation, he wouldn't waste his life. In fact, this was the start of his new life.

Area 11

1 month later

"I'm just saying Lelouch; if you continue skipping class I doubt the teachers will appreciate it, much less Shirley."Miles walked alongside his two co-councilors.

"Oh stop worrying, I make high enough grades to pass. I won't be getting kicked out any time soon. Just cover for me, will you? Come on Rivalz, we're going to be late."The two ran off without Miles, off to gamble again somewhere.

"That guy is too smart for his own good."Miles crossed his arms.

Miles sighed as he watched the two friends speed off in Rivalz bike and side-car. He looked at his watch, he didn't have a class for the rest of the day but Milly did call for a council meeting after school.

'I can squeeze in some Spider-Man time.' Miles thought as he made his way to the gate and exited the school grounds.

In the last month since coming to Area 11, Spider-Man had been a hit with the media. Of course, Spider-Man wasn't new but his move to Area 11 had caused many to question why. None would have suspected it was because he was attending college at Ashford Academy.

So Miles swung the streets of Area 11 as Spider-Man, occasionally a cop would tell him to stop but after the first week, Spider-Man had been seen as a low-priority threat. Sure he'd get the regular police chase, but nothing came of it.

Miles swung to a nearby roof ledge and sat as he overlooked the city of Tokyo. He pulled out a plastic-wrapped sandwich he bought before leaving Ashford and started to eat it. The crime was relatively low in Area 11, much to the dissatisfaction of Miles. When he did find a crime, it was usually racial-based. Sometimes it was a group of Britannians beating up on an eleven, or the other way around. Sometimes it was a cop, sometimes a nobleman, but every time it was because of race.

Ever since coming here, Miles was conflicted. He didn't know what to do. He was Britannian himself; shouldn't he be prideful of his nation? But his teachings told him that just because he was Britannian didn't give him the right to act on what others did. He had a responsibility to use his power for good, despite the nationality of whoever he was saving. Hell, he didn't kill Fisk when he had the chance. He didn't kill, and he certainly didn't take a side. But maybe Spider-Man should? But yet again, it was another conflict in Miles he had to dwell on.

'Toss it with the others.' He mentally told himself.

As Miles took another bite from his sandwich he could distinctly hear a distant BOOM. Ignoring his sandwich, Miles traced the sound to a smoking building not too far away.

'Terrorists.' Miles deduced.

Miles jumped into action. He dived off the roof and headed to the smoking buildings. He only hoped he could get there in enough time to save as many lives as he could.

On the screen peppering the sides of buildings, Miles could see the news channels picking up on the explosion, broadcasting footage of it smoking. The feed was interrupted with the Britannia seal and in its place stood the Viceroy of Area 11, Clovis la Britannia.

"To all my imperial subjects, including of course to all the many elevens who cooperate with us…!"

Clovis' speech blasted across the entirety of the Tokyo settlement, Miles shut out the speech and made his way to the buildings on fire. Behind him, he could hear the whirring of helicopters that have already been deployed to stop the terrorists. Miles had no certainty if they were still in the building or not, but his main objective was to secure the victims.

Miles reached the building and started climbing until he found the exposed side. He jumped into the exploded room to already find people coughing and wheezing on the smoke. Miles did what he did best; he picked up the nearest person and started carrying them out the door.

As he dropped off his first batch, they could only cough and give whatever thanks they could.

"If you're hurt call out if you can walk grab someone and get to the door!"Miles yelled over the commotion.

Slowly people started to get up and do as he told them. Miles continued to pick people up and bring them out of the blast zone. On his next trip, he could hear a faint yell. Looking around he saw an overturned desk pressing down on a man.

"Over here!"The man underneath the table yelled, but his voice was weak.

"Hey, hey, I got you."Miles soothed as he picked up the desk and threw it off him.

"Thank you."The man thanked him in between coughs.

"Hey, no need to thank me. So, what's your name?"Miles asked as he carried the man to the exit.

"Warren…Warren Trevor."The man coughed out.

"Well, nice to meet you Warren. Say, do you know what happened here?"Miles asked as he dropped Warren outside of the smoke.

"Elevens came, they wanted something, I don't know what it was but eventually they found it. But some of the guards came to get rid of them and to get away they blew up the building. I'm sorry that's all I know."Warren coughed again.

"Hey don't stress yourself. Get out of here, you've done enough, I'll go…"Miles stopped in his tracks as the vision went away from the destroyed building to nothing but an endless expanse of white.

She has made a new contract!

Suddenly the visions became more lucid. A sea of skulls collided into him! The hollow bodies of people moved across his vision. A world he had never seen before came into view and just as quickly as it arrived it left. In its place was a lone symbol.

A red bird.

Suddenly imagery similar to it came crashing into his psyche, churches, priests, and priestesses, and children branded with the same iconography.

And at the end of all that came one single person, the girl with green hair and yellow eyes.

Find her! And stop her from completing Ragnarok! You are my Spider, go forth and protect the web!

Miles' vision came back to him. No longer was he in the building helping survivors. Now he was on the edge of the Shinjuku ghettos. Only now the ghettos were being destroyed. It was a massacre as the Britannian army invaded the ghettos and killed everyone they spotted. And in the middle of all of it was one girl who knew what Miles wanted to know.

The pieces have been set, and the board is cleared. A mysterious hand shows Miles the way, and now things will change for better or worse.