BlackRoseApocalyps: Really? I'll try not to spoil it for you then. As for how Peter got there, I'll get to that eventually, but not for a while.
Ldypebsaby: Yeah I really tried to go for a really emotion start for this fic.
The Uncanny R-Man: It's going to be a bit dark at the beginning but it'll get better along the way, and look for more Flash humor you know him and Peter will get along.
Bumpkin: Thanks glad you like it and the characterizations
DragonArmada: My chapters tend to very since I like to keep to what the chapter is about, some are longer some might be a little less, but I try to at the very least get this much done. Plus I like feedback because it helps me write the next chapter.
Jezrianna: Believe me I TRY with the spelling and grammar but I always miss it, sorry but you'll have to live with it as best you can, sorry I can write good stories but my spelling and grammar suck. It REALLY annoys me too, but I can only do my best. And I decided not to have then known each other that would just be weird so I had DC and Marvel comics not exist in either dimension.
Dapster: I'm not sure if it was forced but I wanted to land the premise early, the rest will take it a little slower as he comes to terms with everything.
Thanks to: Brutal2003, Kaliann, c-wolf, lady rosebit, oneredneckgoddess, X-Over, spider616, Lady Suneidesis, sma, WHATEVER, Star Lin.
JUSTICE LEAGUE: THE SPIDERCHAPTER 2: HEALING
He wasn't aware of much at first then when Peter opened his eyes slightly he saw he was in some kind of metallic lined room. He was on a bed and then noticed he had been stripped of his costume, had bandages on him and an IV in his right arm. His hand went to his face to confirm that he was missing his mask.
"So you're finally awake." Peter looked to his left and there was tall dark and menacing again.
Peter sighed to himself. "So it wasn't a nightmare...great." He muttered. His body still hurt but the pain inside was killing him. The memories of last night at least by his accounts, he had no idea how long he'd been out, but that didn't matter to him. The only thing that mattered was he was in a place he had no clue as to what was going on and he had lost everything that mattered to him in life.
"Where am I? Cause I don't remember anyone telling me we had some kind of space station like this in orbit." Peter asked, although if there was he'd figured Fury and SHEILD had something to do with it.
Batman considered his options but he decided that telling him would be most likely the best course of action. "You're aboard the Watchtower. It's headquarters for the Justice League a group of heroes that defend Earth and even other worlds at times." He saw the confusion on Peter's face and decided to lay the bombshell on him, he knew it would be difficult but he deserved to know.
"I told J'onn, the big green guy, to use his telepathy to find out more about you Mr. Parker." He could see from the body language he didn't like that idea, and Batman could sympathies he didn't like the idea of someone going through his mind either but it had to be done. "We figured you somehow crossed over from your reality to ours, how we don't know but I'm looking into it."
Peter took all of what he said and thought about it. It kind of made sense, the station and how he had never heard of this Justice League or anything, but wasn't sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing. He didn't know what to think exactly or feel, at the moment he was too numb inside to really care. There was a long silence as Peter thought about it. Batman even though he wasn't the exactly the conversationalist of the group but he could use this to ask a few questions that he'd like to know about.
He went over to a table that had his costume and gear in it. He took one of the wrist devices that made his 'webbing'. He hadn't had time to give it a proper examination but the design intrigued him. "Tell me, you started out at fifteen correct?" Peter merely nodded. "Who gave you these?"
Peter felt a little angry that Batman had insinuated that he couldn't have done it himself. "No one. I made them myself. The formula was made by my father before he died but he didn't finish it so I did and created the web fluid and the web shooters for them."
Batman raised an eyebrow under his cowl. He wasn't one to be impressed easily but the fact that a fifteen year old had done all of that on his own was an accomplishment. He could tell by the design of the shooters that they were made by someone very skilled in science. He started making mental notes on him adding his known powers and his intelligence to the file forming in his mind. He also would have to copy the medical file they were starting on him.
He had to admit Parker had nearly as many scars as himself, which told him a few things. Either he faced some pretty nasty characters from his world or he was careless. But after evading the League and tying up Flash showed him he wasn't exactly careless and filed that away in his mind for further study.
However he didn't show any of this as he placed the 'web shooter' as Peter called it back on the table. When he was relieved he would take one to the lab for tests, he also made another mental note to give him an IQ test to see just how smart he really was.
"Why are you here?" Peter asked him. Peter thought that this Batman wasn't the caring type but then why was he here? Thinking back on it he had seen Batman sitting in a chair like he was waiting for him to wake up.
"While going through your mind J'onn said you tried to kill yourself...I figured leaving you alone wouldn't be wise." He said coldly.
Peter grimaced. He should have known that would come to bite him in the ass again. "Yeah well...I think the fall knocked some sense into me...I don't think I'll try that again." He told him shifting to his right slightly so his IV would be pulled out and started looking out the window to the stars beyond.
Batman studied him and was wondering if he was telling the truth or not. All the regular signs of someone lying weren't there, it also helped that he could see his vitals in a nearby machine so he could see that his heart rate didn't go up. "I'll leave you alone then." He picked up one of the web shooters and walked to the door.
"Could you turn out the light? I can't sleep with it on." Peter asked him. Batman flicked the light switch and the room was nearly engulfed in darkness with the exception of the little lights from all the medical devices on.
Batman as soon as he exited the room saw Diana there, apparently she was the one to relieve him. He closed the door behind him. "He wanted to sleep...I don't think he'll try anything but keep an eye on him in the monitoring room with the night vision camera just in case, I have something to work on." He told her as he then moved past her.
"Wait." Diana said and he stopped but didn't turn around. "How is he?"
Batman thought about it. "Physically...fine...emotionally...that's another story." He simply said and left her behind. He knew better then most the kind of pain he was most likely feeling. It had been years since he had witnessed the murder of his own parents. Even though the pain wasn't as bad as it had been...it was still there.
The next day Superman went to get Batman for the meeting to discus what they would do with Peter. When he entered the lab he saw Batman looking over the belt and both web shooters they had taken off of Peter. "You haven't been working all night on that have you?" He asked him although he wouldn't be surprised if he had.
"No." He simply said.
Clark couldn't help but shake his head at the answer. It was a typical Batman response. "The meeting is about to start, by the way why the interests in those?"
Batman stopped his work and turned to face the Kryptonian. "To learn more about him, did you know he made all of this himself at fifteen?" Superman was surprised by that he thought he got them from someone or had someone teach him how to build and make them. "The web fluid alone is a brilliant design. It's some kind of nylon base substance with the strength of steel. It also dissolves when it hits the air after an hour but the composition of it suggest it can be altered to be stronger, weaker, or last even longer."
Superman smirked. "If I didn't know any better Bruce I'd say you admired his work."
Batman was silent for a moment. "I admire his intellect, it's not often you find someone that young with that kind of ability, plus he's smart. I wouldn't be surprised if he's smarter then some of the people I've hired in my science division at my company."
"You think he's that smart?" Superman asked him. He knew that Bruce hired some of the best minds and if he said that then it was something to think about.
"Possible...but I want to test him out and see for myself." He told him. Then he left the equipment on the desk and went to the exit. "Are you coming? You said the meeting was starting."
When they all had gathered around they were starting to discus what to do with their new guest. "Well any ideas?" Superman asked.
"I say we let him stay." Flash said.
"We can't just let him stay here, the watchtower is not a hotel." GL told him sternly.
"But here else will he go?" Diana asked him. "He has no home here and he's alone in the world." She could relate to that too, ever since she was exiled from her home, but she had found a new home here with her friends, and she wasn't alone in that regard.
"I agree with Wonder Woman." J'onn said. "We have no way of sending him back to his world, since no one knows how he crossed over to ours. Plus even if he did send him back...there isn't anything back there for him." He said saddened by it. He to knew the pain of losing your home, since his world was now a dead planet.
"Yeah I mean, maybe he was sent here for a reason, did ya think of that?" Flash asked everyone.
"Whatever the case I don't think we can just dump him off somewhere." Superman told the group. his condition I think it best if he stays here where he can get the help he'll need."
The debate didn't go on for long as they voted to keep him with them for the time being. They also agreed not to reveal anything like their secret identities (For those that had them) until they could be sure of trusting him.
A WEEK LATERPeter was dressed in a plain T-Shirt and pants. He wasn't wearing any socks and was bare foot but he didn't mind, he was still recovering from his physical injuries slightly. He had to spend the first three days in the medical ward before they left him out. He walked around the station and had learned much about this new world he was most likely stuck in.
He was fine with that. It wasn't like he had any reason to go back. He read up on current events and of some of the cool things around this place. There was technology here more advance then anything he'd seen of heard of and he bet old Nick Fury and the Ultimates or Reed Richards would have loved to have gotten their hands on half of this stuff.
He got his own room to sleep in, there wasn't much there since he arrived with literally the clothes on his back. His costume had been repaired but he hadn't even looked at it since he put it away. There were a few clothes that the League had loaned him since they couldn't just throw him out on the street.
They seemed like a nice bunch to Peter even Batman seemed to have his moments now and then, that is once you knew what to look for. But he kept to himself mostly, that and the Leagues were usually off saving the planet or some other planet so he was left alone some times since they couldn't spare anyone all the time too look after him, in some of those times he used his time just to think. He had been shown some of the systems and had decided that if he was going to stay here he might as well earn his keep.
So after talking with the others he started to help out on maintenance work and even monitor duty once while he covered for Flash, he had some kind of a hot date that night and didn't want to cancel it, so Peter offered to cover for him. It wasn't like he had much to do anyway and it keep him busy, which was what he wanted to do...it kept him from thinking about the night he got here and all that came before.
Although ever since he woke up in that medical room he had cried himself to sleep every night that week and he knew it would be a while before he stopped. When his uncle had died he had cried for two weeks straight but this was worse then that.
Now he was just sitting on one of the guardrails looking out at the Earth lost in thought.
Watching him from a distance was Flash, Green Lantern and Hawkgirl. Hawkgirl couldn't help but notice how he always seemed to keep perfectly balanced and envied that ability. As a warrior he strived to keep herself in top condition and perfect balance was key to a great fighter and she had worked hard for that, not easy for a species with wings since her center of gravity shifted whenever she moved them. Yet to him it was so simple, it was natural for him. The boy-no young man she corrected herself, when you looked into his eyes you didn't see the eyes of a child but of a veteran.
Someone who had won and lost many battles in life and had seen and done much. Plus she had seen the scars he had of his battles on his body too when they had dressed his wounds, she could tell he had been through a lot.
"He really looks depressed." Hawkgirl said thinking out loud.
"Can you blame him?" Flash asked her. "I mean he's had every member of his family killed off one by one over his life, his girlfriend, and several friends, he's stuck in a strange world with no way home, and I don't think he's got a clue what to do now with his life."
"I can't believe I'm saying this...but Flash is right." Green Lantern said looking at Peter. For a week he had noticed how their guest was quiet and didn't talk much, he did respond to their questions but he rarely started any conversations. He had to admit though with him around the Watchtower was running more smoothly with someone on call to do all the maintenance work any time during the day or night. He also had noticed the bags under Peter's eyes. He was wondering just how much sleep he was getting but he figured it wasn't much.
John himself had had nightmares a few times from his days in the Marines. He had seen some nasty fighting, even seen a few good buddies of his killed, so he figured Peter wouldn't get any decent night's sleep for awhile.
"Whoa did you say I was right?" Flash said grinning.
"Law of averages." GL stated. "Even you have to be right at one point." He said smirking.
"Funny." Flash said flatly. "Well I'm going to go and see if I can cheer him up or something."
"Just don't get 'tied' up with him." Hawkgirl said with a smirk. Flash groaned at the implied joke in that. For a week it had been a running joke on how the fastest man alive was so easily caught and he had to be cut down too. It didn't help that when she had cut him down he had landed not to pretty on his head.
He zoomed over to Peter. "Hey man what's up?"
Peter shrugged. "Nothing much...just thinking."
Flash could tell he was in one of his darker moods. "You want to talk about it?" He asked seriously. The other members had talked to him from time to time trying to get him to open up and to learn more about him, he didn't really hold back, mainly because Peter had never been able to tell anyone all his problems with the exception of MJ, so it was kind of nice to be able to open up to more people.
"I was just thinking...well...how I never got to say goodbye...I never had a funeral for them...I guess someone already took care of it...I guess everyone thinks I'm dead too." Peter said sadly still looking out the window.
'Okay...this is going to be tough.' Flash thought scratching the back of his head. "Yeah...I wish I could say I could relate, but honestly...I can't."
Peter smirked a little. "Well at least your honest...I just wish I had something to remember them...and her."
"That girl was pretty special to you huh?" Flash asked. He had head Peter talked of MJ a few times and the way he talked about her it was obvious that he cared for her.
Peter's nodded, as his eyes got misty of her memory. What he wouldn't give to see her again, to touch her, he missed her smile, her voice the sent of her hair. He missed everything about her. "Yeah...we started dating shortly after I told her I was Spider-Man. She was the first person I told it too, at first it was great but...she worried about how I was getting hurt. We broke up for a time but we worked things out and got back together."
"So she was there for you mostly the entire time huh?" Flash said.
"Yeah...sometimes I don't think I could have made it for so long if it hadn't been for her."
"Wow...she sounds like a great person." Flash told him sincerely.
"Yes...she was." Peter said using past tense.
Flash grimaced at that then he put his arm around Peter. "Hey why don't we hit the kitchen for a snack I don't know about you but I need to keep my energy up and you can tell me more about her. That way at least there will be two people that knew her."
Peter smiled slightly. "Sure...and Flash...thanks."
LATERDiana and Superman were walking down the corridors to the kitchen area. "So how do you think Peter is coping?"
Superman sighed and thought about it. So far he had become like an extended part of their little 'family' somewhat. He himself had actually gone back home a few times worried about leaving Peter alone up in the Watchtower. He had even confessed to Lois as to what was bothering him.
He was glad he had finally told Lois that Clark Kent and Superman were one in the same, okay sure she had been a little pissed for keeping it from her for so long, and she didn't speak to him for a few days but after she had a chance to calm down they had worked things out. She was shocked at the story he had told her of Peter and she could understand why lately he seemed far away at times.
Superman sighed. "I honestly don't know Diana...I hope he's getting better." Then they heard some laughing and both looked at each other and then hurried to the kitchen and there sitting at a table was Flash and Peter actually laughing.
"You seriously did that?" Flash asked holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
Peter nodded his head. "Yeah well, I was surrounded by cops and SHIELD agents both were arguing over who would arrest me so I needed a distraction."
"But I can't believe when you pointed and asked 'is that was Charlton Heston?' they all just stopped and looked that way and you got away!" Flash broke into more fits of laughter.
"Hey no one said government or public servants were all smart." Peter said grinning.
Superman smiled as he looked at Peter that seemed for the first time looked like he was actually enjoying himself. He looked to Diana with a small smile. "You know...maybe he might be getting better after all."
They grabbed something to eat but they watched as Flash and Peter traded stories about some of the more pleasant times of their hero careers. "I tell you Peter I am glad that you're here now." Flash said taking a cup of his fifth coffee that had cream and thirty-seven sugars.
"Why's that?" Peter asked poking at what was let at his pasta.
"Cause now I'm not the youngest person here." Flash said smiling.
"Yet...you're still the most immature." Peter remarked.
"Yeah and I'm still the-hey!" Flash said causing Peter to start laughing. "Oh good one...you're definitely going to be fun." He said with a smile.
NEXT UP CHAPTER 3: NEW FRIENDSHIPS
If you got any plot ideas or anything you'd like to see let me know and I might get a chance to do it.