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Chapter 57 Teacher or Tyrant

"Young Spider," Maria Calavera, now known as Madam Web, weaved her fingers, making the threads on the tip of her fingers shift to different web designs. "You are at the center of this Web, and it is you that I came to meet. For that is what my 'sight' has shown me."

Spider-Man remained silent as he processed what he had gone through this day. The first was how his second premonition gave him a glimpse of more trouble to come. Now this woman, who has the same powers as he does, was sitting right in front of him, explaining how he is the center of some invisible web. Spider-Man thought he already got his fair share of insanity after what Nick Fury said about Ozpin being some immortal soul and Salem being practically unkillable. Still, it seemed sanity was no longer part of his life anymore.

Spider-Man looked away from Maria and gazed at his pet Spider, Itsy, who was minding her business, simply standing between the two superhumans. Only occasionally shifted her body to look between the two every so often.

"Ms. Calavera, can I ask you something?"

"Please, Maria Calavera is my regular name. Since You seem uncomfortable with having me call you Jaune. Then you can call me Madam Web, for I believe that is only fitting seeing as we both share the same domain given to us by our deity."

'Of course, there would be a spider god involved.' Spider-Man prevented himself from putting his gloved hands to cover his face at the absurdity he was in now. 'What next, some guy saying he worships the moon?'

"Ok, Madam Web, I like to ask a question. If that's ok with you."

"Be my guest. After all, I am here for you, so It's only fair to answer some questions."

"Thank you. My first question is a simple, but I guess complex one now that you just told me that there is some spider god involved. The question I want to know is how you got your powers? Because how I received mine was from science."

Spider-Man gave Madam Web a breakdown from how he was just some skinny blonde trying to find a job at his best friend's father's company, got bitten by a spider from said company, to a superhuman she now sees today.

"That's why I can't really put my belief at what you just said. While we have similar powers, I feel as though mine was from a scientific accident. So, I hope I don't offend you if I don't really believe that some god of spiders chose me as they did to you."

"Thank you for your honesty, Spider-Man." Madam Web did not seem offended by Spider-Man not believing their god's will and still smiled at him. "It's only normal that you deny such claims. I would be more concerned if you downright agreed to me right off the bat! But I would say this if the spider that bit you gave you your powers, how would you know if said spider was sent from our god?"

"Because the place where I tried to work had a ton of spiders." The teen hero could still remember the day when he stumbled upon the sight of so many spiders being experimented on. Such a variety of arachnids, from small to large, normal to exotic, and from harmless to deadly, was a sight he could not forget. "They're bound to have a chance of someone getting bitten, and I just so happened to be that person. Heck, maybe I'm also lucky that the spider bite didn't kill me. I would say I won the genetic lottery."

He paused as Spider-Man drew a blank on how he could explain his ability to see the future.

"Though, I can't really say how I can see into the future other than the radio-activated spider could have just amplified my brain to perceive things far faster than my regular spider-sense. From Cinder tampering with the School and Atlas's network, her and her cronies enrolling, and the festival. My brain probably was able to piece it together and gave me a mental image of what will happen." He shook his head, not really feeling confident in his explanation. "Still, I don't think magic is the answer to my powers, Madam Web." Spider-Man was ready for her reply, but she looked stunned at what she had just heard from Spider-Man's mouth. "Madam Web?"

"You can see into the future?" The way she talked made it sound like she couldn't believe what she heard. "How old are you? And how accurate are said premonitions?"

"I'm 17 as for how accurate the visions are. I was able to know that Beacon was about to be attacked and was able to prevent Vale from falling. Even going so far as to know how Cinder's plan would work and make countermeasures. Why? Is there a problem?"

"To know in such detail," Whatever Web she was weaving stopped as her hands laid flat on the table. "Even being able to prevent such a future from happening!" She suddenly thrust her hands over to his side of the table. "May I please touch your hands?"

"Ugh, I can't take these gloves off there, a part of my costume."

"Just place them on top of my hands, Spider-Man."

Deciding to do as she asked, the wall-crawler placed his over hers, and she held them for over a minute before letting go.

"With each battle, you become stronger and more resilient with each hardship you overcome. I expected to see a fledgling who has yet to fully tap into their gifts. Yet now I see that your evolution is progressing far faster than I anticipated. And to know you are at the stage to be able to connect to the Web and see the future makes my reason for being here worth it. Just as how my future sight told me all those years ago. On that very day, I also lost my sight."

She left out that when she touched his hands, she could also tell that his aura had yet to be unlocked! Even though Maria had her aura unlocked before receiving her spider powers, this young boy was able to fight so many challenges without his soul's protection was both idiotic and amazing.

'Perhaps this is why his power is growing at a fast rate. As he fights in dangerous situations with no real protection, Spider-Man's powers adapt by further growing his body to a level that can handle the stress.' As she pondered such a theory, Madam Web couldn't help but feel a smile forming. 'I believe what comes next will be quite fun.'

"Spider-Man, I wish to help you further reach new heights and guide you to where you no longer have to be surprised by seeing the future. If you let me, I will assist in guiding you in how you can maximize your fighting skills by teaching you a technique only we can use. And most of all, I will help you in understanding and mastering your spider-sense."

The offer was tempting to the webhead, for he wouldn't be so arrogant and say he doesn't need help. Sure, his powers alone helped him get out of brutal scraps and his personal time training on his own also helped increase his natural skills. Only he knows that things will get harder, and natural talents can only get someone so far in a fight. This woman who he just met has years of experience in handling the very same spider-powers as he does, so her offer was something not to take lightly.

'Remember what Mom always said. Strangers are just friends you haven't met yet. If I can trust Nick Fury to keep his end of the bargain. Then I can put my trust in Madam Web.'

"I understand, and I thank you for being my teacher." Spider-Man wasn't sure a handshake was in order due to her blindness, but Madam Web seemed to surprise him, for she extended her hand for him to shake. 'My only gripe is if she would try and convert me to believe in the so-called Spider God.'

"I accept the role as your teacher, and as such, let me tell you a tip about the spider-sense."

A shift from her posture and the grip of her hand was Spider-Man's only warning before his spider-sense warned him of an attack. His reaction was fast as Madam Web's, and he was getting ready for an attack when his vision was obscured by the webbing made by Madam Web. He attempted to force his hand away from her, only to have the older spider pull him closer to her, making him get hit by the silk that was now covering his mask.

She pulled him close to the point where he was out of the chair and, showing super strength given to her by the Spider God, easily tossed Spider-Man above her head. Spider-Man forced her grip to loosen and made some distance. Only she was a step ahead of him as she deliberately allowed her help to relax. In his rush to get free, Madam Web had placed a web line, a web so thin he couldn't notice until she pulled him toward her.

"Woah!" Again, his spider-sense warned him of the impending danger of Madam Web performing a back kick. Spider-Man was able to avoid it by using his hands to soften the blow of the kick and, at the same time, used it to jump over the blind Huntress. "GAH!"

While in midair, Madam Web switched from a back kick to a high kick connected to Spider-Man's chest, which caused him to be pushed further up. In a moment of paralysis, Madam Web used this opportunity to shoot two web lines at Spider-Man, jumped and pulled simultaneously, and pressed her two feet even further into his diaphragm.

All the air left Spider-Man's lungs from the attack, and only with the help of his spider-sense did he grit his teeth from the pain and prepare for her next attack. That attack was Madam Web, with her feet still on Spider-Man's chest, performing an acrobatic move to where she shifted places with her now on top with Spider-Man at the bottom. Gravity pulled the two down, and not wanting to land on his back, the webhead grabbed her ankles and threw her off him. He then placed his hands behind him and, with his finger strength, broke his fall with no damage to his back.

Spider-Man had to move to the right to avoid an axe stomp that made a small crater from Madam Web's strength, not even a second to catch his breath.

'I need to create an opening!' Spider-Man uses his web shooter to create space between the two. An ice web to stop her from advancing gave Spider-Man enough time to leap back to think and breathe. 'She's fast! No, maybe not fast. She just knows what I'm going to do before I can do it.'

"You must have a tingling feeling from the back of your head, right?" Madam Web casually asked, shattering the ice web with two punches. "That gift has its benefits, but you are merely scratching the surface of its true potential. As you are now, that spider-sense can be countered by someone either being too fast for you to react. Or someone else who can outthink your next move."

"Is this your way of teaching a student?" While Madam Web had a stance that showed experience and also years of polished technique. Spider-Man's stance was of a regular street brawler ready to throw some punches at a master martial artist. Despite being at a disadvantage, he couldn't help but feel excited to know that he would finally have someone teach him how to properly utilize his powers.

'I'm enjoying a fight if the past me would look at me now.'

"Consider the first few minutes a prelude to the true conflict." Legs spreading apart and bent forward, Madam Web put her left hand in front of her and the other facing behind her. "It has been some time since I fought like this. So, expect to feel some of the tomorrow morning."

Eyes widening at Madam Web's stance, Spider-Man smiled even more expansive and changed his stance to be similar to hers.

"I look forward to the experience."

Both held that stance with neither budging an inch. Their bodies tensed to the point where veins began to show around their arms, and their feet dug into the solid concrete floor.

Itsy decided to no longer remain on the table and used her webbing to slowly help her down. When Itsy's legs finally touched the floor, both Spider-Man and Madam Web moved forward in a short burst of speed that, from an outside perspective, looked as if they left an afterimage.

A second hadn't even passed as the two were mere inches away from landing a punch, and soon hours passed as Madam Web and Spider-Man continued their assault to the point where the sun began to set.

The result was what Spider-Man expected. He was sore, tired, and sure that he would see some purple welts on his skin when he removed his costume.

And yet, his smile was still on his face.

"I believe this spar we had gives me enough to go by regarding your training. Be back here tomorrow at 5 pm." Was her final words before she left him alone on that rooftop. Several parts of the floor showed some damage but not too serious, but the same could not be said with Spider-Man, whose costume looks like it went through a beating by a pack of gorillas.

His gloves were torn from constant punches connected with Madam Web's touch fists. His left mask lens was cracked from a kick he blocked, only to be caught off guard by her quick thinking of using the tip of her toe to attack him. The signature hoodie he loves to wear was the most unsalvagable as it was torn up that only parts of it clung to Spider-Man's shoulder.

"Can't really fight crime with how I am now." The webhead looked to the sky and could see the sun already going down. "Has it really been that long? I should pack up and get ready for tomorrow."

When he finally arrived back home, Spider-Man entered through his bedroom window and was welcomed by the sound of silence. During his long spar with Madam Web, Aunt May left a message to let him know she was going to visit some friends who were still coping with the loss during the Vytal festival incident and would call to let him know when she would be back.

"Man," Spider-Man winced when he took a step; his body began to feel the effect of some of his muscles starting to stiffen. "For a lady who looks old, she sure can throw a punch."

Removing his costume, Jaune started to clean himself off to get ready for bed, and when he walked out of the bathroom, feeling a bit more refreshed. Wearing his usual pajamas, Jaune was getting ready for bed when in he felt the presence of Itsy sticking the wall next to his desk.

"Hey, Itsy, I wondered when you would come home."

The female arachnid skittered around in a circle as a gesture of 'happy to be back and soon crawled from the wall to the desk and then started to tap her front legs. Curious why she was acting strange, Jaune walked close to the desk and tilted his head in confusion at his pet still tapping on the desk.

"What's so important about the desk, girl?" He asked, followed by the sound of Itsy's chopped-up words.

"Important…. Desk…. Important desk." Jaune's pet stopped starching the wood and started to skitter to the drawer that held Jaune's notebook. "Important."

'I still can't get over how I can understand you. Maybe I should have asked Madam Web about that.' Filing away the topic for another day, he placed a hand next to Itsy so that she may hitch a ride on his shoulder and opened the drawer.

"Is this what you wanted me to see?" Jaune picked up his notebook with his rough draft designs for his spider suits and other gadgets that he had yet to make. "My notebook?"

"Important… notebook… see." She placed a leg on Jaune's cheek. "See important notebook."

"Meh," He shrugged his shoulder. "Can't really see any problems with that argument."

Flipping through the contents of the pages filled with earlier rough drafts of what he wanted his suit would be. Just as he flipped another page, Itsy tapped his cheek to signal him to stop turning and look at what was drawn on.

"This is something I didn't draw." On the page was a suit that was sketched by someone else. The suit looked to be a better version of the suit Jaune was currently wearing, with tips on properly building it with easy-to-get material.

"This handwriting… it's Rito's! There are even steps to make contracting lenses to make the mask show facial expressions. Did he actually write this all down for me?"

Jaune looked at the sketch for a couple of seconds when his eyelids began to feel heavy. Feeling the exhaustion finally setting in, Jaune folded the page, placed the journal back in the drawer, and made his way to bed. Itsy chose to do the same and crawled back into her enclosure and entered her webbed burrow. Not even trying to lift the sheets, Jaune fell right on his mattress, and when he felt his soft pillow touch his head, sleep began taking over.

His sleep helped quicken Jaune's body to heal, and for the next couple of days, Jaune would welcome as much sleep as possible, for Madam Web's training was only getting worse with each passing day.

"Five hours have passed," Madam Web said, followed by a grunt of discomfort from Spider-Man. "Do not move a muscle. I can feel how you are beginning to lose your focus. Stay calm and hold!"

"Understood!" Said Spider-Man, who was performing a one-armed handstand with a large boulder being held by his feet.

Next to him was Madam Web, who was performing the same training. Her body was still and showed no wavering compared to Spider-Man, who had never done this before.

While he has super endurance, Spider-Man did not attempt to hold such a heavyweight for long periods. He was expecting to get more time in sparring and learning from each loss and instead was told that they would go to the forest to begin his real training.

The first thing for training was to hold a one-armed handstand with a boulder that Spider-Man can only estimate to be around 30-36 tons judging by the height and volume of the massive rock he was lifting.

"Hold this position for three more hours, and then we will switch with the opposite hand and hold the position for another eight hours."

"That's most of the day wasted!" His outburst made him lose hold and shake the rock a bit. Spider-Man got a hold of himself, balanced the rock, and listened to Madam Web's explanation.

"You must realize that even if we are gifted with fast reflexes and speed. That does not mean we should not exercise patience and discipline. If we constantly rush into things, we will deplete our stamina and leave an opening to our opponents. This exercise will make you focus on your body and your mind on how long you can stay in one place. Do not think of this as a day at the gym where you lift heavy objects and put them back down. You need to remember you are above such normal things."

Madam Web took a deep breath, not showing any signs of shaking when inhaling despite lifting the same weight as Jaune, and continued her teaching.

"Sometimes, staying in one place can be the most challenging. That is why I want you to remain in this position for long hours so that you learn patience and control."

"But I have to patrol and stop crime. You can't just-"He stopped talking when Spidey felt the weight become harder to lift. "Ugh!"

"You need to focus on what you are doing now. Do not worry. You forget that some can perform the job as a protector within the city in your absence."

The two held the same position for the rest of the day until the sun finally went down. Spider-Man could feel his legs and arms aching, with the worst being the long boredom of standing still.

Laying down on his bed, Jaune closed his eye and dreamed about what other forms of training Madam Web could throw at him.

"Take these." The blind ex-Huntress tossed a ball of thread and needles to Spider-Man. "I want you to knit me a sweater."

"…" Spider-Man looked at the ball of yarn and then at his teacher. "I don't follow. Is this to train me on how to be a househusband?"

"This is to work on your dexterity and your creativity." Not stopping with just one ball of yarn, Madam Web brought out a box full of yarn in various colors. "You already show how well attuned you are when using webs and show great imagination by building web-shooters infused with dust. However, you are stuck with thinking of only the basics of what your webs can do."

To prove her point, the experienced spider woman pressed the tips of her fingers to her wrists and began to weave with her silk. Looking at how she weaved her spider silk was as if Spider-Man saw a master seamstress at work. Her fingers showed no error in movement, and her threads were beautiful to watch as they danced briefly in the air until being banded together to form a solid bo staff.

"You will learn that you can do more than just make web lines or nets. Only until then do I want you to knit me a sweater."

"I never made a sweater before." Jaune was also going to ask how she would judge his work when she was blind, only to decide not to speak less she would make his training even more ridiculous.

"I do not expect you to make something nice." She tossed the web-made staff into the forest and started to use her webbing to make a shirt within mere seconds. "This is to train your imagination and your dexterity. Now, on to training; you have the entire day to make me a sweater."

"All day!" He shouted. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm only giving you all day to give you enough time, but if you finish quickly, we can go on the next part of your dexterity training."

"Will you at least give me the basics of getting started?"

"You have a scroll; just find the answer." She shrugged her shoulders. "I'll wait until you give me your sweater."

Madam Web waited the entire day. When Jaune finally finished his 'sweater,' Madam Web informed him that it was a failure and he had to redo it again the next day until he got it right.

"So, this is what you invented that helps you track down your targets," Despite being blind, the fortune teller still held the tech Spider-Man made as her hands traveled around the small device. "Most interesting. I never thought of making such a thing."

"Thank you," Spider-Man reached into a bag he brought that held more of his spider tracers and pulled out a medium-sized radio. "I got the idea when I snagged a communication radio from an Atlas solder's helmet. I discovered that a certain frequency can set off my spider-sense when I was fiddling with it. I use that to make small tracers, and when I stick it to a target when they flee, I can use my spider-sense to know where they are."

"But you can use your spider-sense to be further expanded thanks to any arachnids. Why still use this then?" She asked.

"Well, I find that with the help of the spider tracer, I can use it as a signal to make it easier for me to pinpoint where my target is. Not to mention the chance where it is a place where no arachnids are close by, I can rely on the tracer to help me."

"And you said you were inspired by this due to a certain noise?"

"Yes," Spider-Man handed her the radio he uses to help make the spider tracers. "I set it to the special frequency, so I can- UGH!"

Spider-Man clutched his head in pain from his spider-sense's sudden intense feeling. The sensation started to leave, and his instructor was gone from sight, leaving him all alone in the forest.

'I don't like where this is going.'

Again, Spider-Man's danger sense went off, making the hero turn around and raise his fists as a guard against a threat that was nowhere in sight.

"Gah!" The misdirection was the opening Madam Web needed to strike at Spider-Mans exposed back and soon disappeared again into the forest's foliage.

"Today's teaching was to have you learn to suppress your spider-sense, and what you brought me is a perfect tool to do such a thing."

Feeling the back of his skull tingling, Spider-Man tried to ignore it, yet the tingling started to become too painful to ignore. Spider-Man was so focused on trying to suppress his spider-sense that he didn't react fast enough for Madam Web to hit him on the left side, making him lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"This lesson will also help build your instinct. It could be said that we are invincible thanks to how we can know when danger will strike. Only we both know that it's how the user perceives the danger that makes our spider-sense so formidable." Said the disembodied voice of Madam Web. He tried to use his ears to pinpoint where she was to no effect as her voice seemed to be in every direction.

"I will say this. Your trust in the spider-sense has won you many battles. But can you be so reliant when your enemies become wise to your advantage? I will teach you how to rely on your other senses and build your instinct to battle."

No more words were exchanged for the rest of the day. Only high intense hide and seek where Spider-Man attempts to find Madam Web and at the same time try to dodge or counter her surprise attacks. All the while trying to ignore his danger sense from false alarms with little success.

"Don't slow down!" Screamed Madam Web as she jumped from branch to branch. "Pick up to pace. We have another mile or so until your next set of exercises."

"Ugh!" Spider-Man was running slowly as he had a boulder strapped to his back and some smaller rocks attached to his arms and legs. "Yes, Ma'am!"

"Then why are you slowing down! Come on! Use those legs! I expect you to jump good enough to touch the sky!" With a grace that can put skilled dancers to shame, Madam Web elegantly jumped between thin tree branches without even having a single leaf fall from the tree.

"Underst- WOAH!" The wall-crawler didn't even put his entire foot on the tree before the entire trunk fell forward, with Spider-Man falling alongside it.

"Deep breath! Do not lose your composure."

Spider-Man took a steady breath, still holding the same boulder he struggled with from the beginning, showing no signs of faltering. Another difference is that he was in a crossed-legged position with a single arm holding the massive boulder.

"We will maintain this position for the next eight hours."

"Though your skills with thread are improving, you still need to work on structure basics. I can feel this sweater has disproportionate areas that need to be fixed. Fix it and begin making another one, but you only have two hours this time. And make sure to use bright colors too! We are getting close to the spring, you know!"

"Got it!" Not even questioning the need to try to use colored yarn when she is blind. Spider-Man got started on his sixth ugly sweater.

Nighttime was the new stage for his training, and so far, Spider-Man was dashing through the trees quickly, looking around his direction for any signs of trouble.

A tingle from his danger sense could be felt only for it to be ignored and be replaced with Spider-Man listening and looking around his environment. Deciding to stop running, the young vigilante waited and listened for any irregular noises. It wasn't just using his sight or his ears, but his sense of touch, too, in the form of any vibrations that could be sensed beneath him.

One second, three seconds, five seconds, and soon a whole minute passed where nothing out of the ordinary occurred, making him feel more anxious.

'If nothing around was out of the ordinary, nor anything below me.'

Performing a high kick that reached above his head, Spider-Man's kick was stopped by Madam Web, who used her webbing to stop the kick's momentum.

'Then she was going attack from above.'

"Impressive!" That was all she could say when Spider-Man pulled back the foot he used down. The thread latched on to said leg was still in her hands, making her fly forward and about to hit a tree. Shifting midair to have her feet hit the solid tree trunk, Madam Web used it as a springboard, kicked out her feet, and catapulted her entire body at Spider-Man.

Rolling to the right to avoid an incoming punch that hit the tree behind Spider-Man. The sounds of shattered wood were loud enough to have any birds and other animals flee from the sound. The tree's impact caused some of the dirt from the forest floor to rise and create a cloud concealing her form.

Choosing to react and then wait for another attack, Spider-Man dived into the smoke and threw a punch at where he last saw her. The force behind the punch created a small wind force that dispersed the cloud revealing no Madam Web. Feeling that she was getting ready to strike again, Spider-Man crouched low with one leg pushed forward, a hand touching the ground and his other reared back, giving him a stance close to resembling a spider getting ready to pounce.

"You're getting better at fighting without the need of your spider-sense." Her voice was heard all around him as she hid within the trees. "But did you really think a change of suit would help you blend in just because we are fighting in the dark? Did you forget I'm blind?"

"It's not really why I'm wearing a different suit." Spider-Man dispensed several tiny silk threads around himself as tripwires when Madam Web tried to attack. "I'm just tired of repairing it, is all."

Silence again filled the air as no sounds of movement could be heard. A light breeze passed through that made the small threads shake a bit when all of a sudden, one strand snapped in half.

He turned to attack; Spider-Man's eyes widened behind his mask as what he hit was just a rock that had turned to dust from the force behind his attack. Feeling another thread snap, Spider-Man looked to the right and raised an arm to block a kick from his teacher.

Their minor clash was just another diversion for the blind Huntress attached a web line to his leg when he wasn't looking and pulled hard enough to make him lose his footing.

Now on his back, the teenage hero yelped when he was hung upside down by a nearby tree branch and had a cane press against his neck, signaling his loss.

"You lasted longer than anticipated. Impressive." She swung her cane to snap the webbing that was holding Spider-Man. Feeling the gravity pulling him down, the vigilante caught and corrected his landing to have his feet touch the forest floor before he could fall on his head. "Keep this up, and I'm sure you'll be able to handle pretty much anything this city can throw at you."

"Will we continue?"

"I think we can call it finished for tonight." She turned her back to him and walked. "We can begin your training next week. I have… other responsibilities that came up."

"Really?" He didn't want to look at a gift horse in the mouth, so he followed his teacher's instructions. "Thank you!"

'That's exactly the amount of time I needed to finish my next project.'

"Almost got it." Jaune was using this time off from training by spending his time in his room working on a piece of fabric that had small wires he was trying to connect. "Got it!"

Making some quick adjustments and sewing the outer layer on top of the tiny wires. Jaune looked at his new spider mask with pride and proceeded to wear it to see if it fits.

Feeling comfortable with how it touched his skin, Jaune went to his bathroom to use the mirror, and when he turned on his bathroom lights, he was greeted by the sight of his new spider mask staring right at him.

Beneath the mask, he winked at his reflection. Just as he hoped, the mask felt his facial muscle movement, and with the friendly tips left by his friend Rito the compound lens on his mask shifted to make his mask wink back.

"Looking good!"

So, this is just a filler chapter where I wanted to show Jaune get some training from Madam Web. I did not want to have a huge training arc and expand it for over three chapters. I just wanted to show how he was doing, and I also wanted to show you guys that I am planning to get Jaune a more upgrade suit. Some of you might think it is the same suit as in the MCU, but it will be a variant with some differences that will be revealed later.

Why I placed Rito is to bring back a previous character from another fanfic whose Author brought the idea to me. I decided that it was a fine idea and now that I put it in this chapter, I am happy that I did. It helps give Jaune a reminder of a friend from another universe and also gives him a better idea of a new suit.

I can't really put too much explanation in this author's note, so please leave a PM, and I will answer it as soon as I can.

Another thing I wish to inform you all is that I might not be able to post another chapter for June or even for some time. My job happened to give me a chance to go somewhere, so I intend to focus more on traveling to my temporary workplace. I will try to post when I can, but it might not be as soon as I hoped.

Thank you all for reading, and I hope you guys fav, follow and leave a comment. Thank you!

[Omake]

[Avenger's tryouts: Qrow Branwen]

The Uncle of Ruby Rose, Qrow Branwen, was leaning against the chair with a relaxed slouch. He waited for this joke of a hero to confirm if he would join this organization. It wasn't the first time he had joined a group before, yet this was new as he wasn't sure if he wanted to join these clowns.

"So, Qrow Branwen," Deadpool set the file on Qrow down and looked at the red-eyed huntsman. "The cool guy. Everyone favorite character, until volume 7."

The huntsman raised an eyebrow at Deadpool's comment. He wasn't sure what he meant about him being a character, but Qrow can tell this guy will be annoying to work with when he joins the Avengers.

"Can you tell me what your semblance is? The file we have just says 'misfortune' and nothing else."

"That's basically it. I can change the variables around me to cause bad luck." Qrow explained to Deadpool. He would get looks of shock and then fear at such a semblance from people, yet Deadpool just laughed at what Qrow said, throwing the drunkard off guard.

"HA! HA! HAAH!" The merc with the mouth laughed so hard that he almost fell off his chair but caught himself by using the table to catch himself. "Yeah, your f*#!ing out of here! HA! HA! HA!"

"What?!" Qrow couldn't explain it, but he was curious why he wasn't getting accepted to join. "Do you not understand? I'm a walking misfortune! I can offset probability and cause people to experience bad luck."

"HA! HA! Oh my God. I can't believe you got the invite; we should have removed your name from the start." Deadpool had to control himself to explain why Qrow was not needed here. "I mean, do you have any idea how stupid that power is! Practically black cats, broken mirrors, and other types of misfortune can replace you! Heck, I'm sure most of the Avengers had bad days, so does that mean they have bad luck powers too?"

"This isn't funny! My semblance is a curse!"

"Yeah, well, so is have incurable cancer, so perhaps you should consider who has the real bad luck here."

"I-I'm sorry." Qrow looked down at the floor, not really sure how he could retort after hearing that.

"Woah, sorry I made things real here. Let's get back on track here. Your ability doesn't scream 'franchise,' If we try to put you on a TV show, I can see some changes needed one to two years down the line, and the Avengers do not want to deal with legal issues."

"Wait! There is one thing my files don't have on me." Again, Qrow was not sure why he was trying to make an effort to join, but he was already this far and decided to reveal his secret. "I have another power that can be used for stealth."

"Oh? And what is this power of yours?" Deadpool put his hands together in front of him.

"I can turn into a bird," Qrow said so seriously that he was expecting to hear Deadpool gasp at such power. Only to feel like a fool when Deadpool laughed even harder and did not care when Deadpool fell off the chair and laughed as he was rolling on the floor.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! My insides!" Deadpool's mask started to leak tears from the lenses. "Do you know how many Avengers can fly AND do something else incredible!"

The regenerative anti-hero crawled back on his chair and continued to rip into Qrow.

"You just fly! Even worse is that you turn into a regular bird! Not some Nevermore, just some f #$ing bird! You can't even shift your bird form to just give you wings and remain human, but that's also pretty stupid."

"I don't think-"

"Flapping your wings to carry your drunk ass to point A to point B as in 'Bar.' You bird! What surprises me is that your stupid bad luck powers haven't killed you with one of those plastic ring things."

"I can be of great use."

"I don't think having a bird will be of great use to the Avengers, Bird!"

"That isn't-"

"You f^&*ing BIRD!"

"I'm not a bird!"

"Look," Deadpool flipped Qrow with the middle finger. "I'm giving a bird the bird."

Enraged, Qrow shot out of his chair and shouted. "You know what, I don't need this! I have been a Huntsman for nearly twenty years! I don't survive hordes of Grimm just so I can sit here and take insults from some walking canker sore in a cherry gimp suit."

The huntsman turned away from the mouthy mercenary, his feet stomping loudly as he approached the door. But just as he was about to open the door, he heard Deadpool call out to him.

"Wait, Qrow! Before you leave, there's something important I need to tell you."

Qrow turned around to see a big impish grin stretching under the mercenary's mask.

"Don't shit on any cars on your way out. I just hare it when you people," Deadpool winked. "S%^t on cars. Because you're a F#%$' BIRD!" Deadpool said before letting out a hearty laugh that was soon followed by Qrow slamming the door shut.

"Heh, I'm gonna' miss that bird."

Five minutes passed, and a knock on the door alerted a newcomer was entering.

"Hello!" Yang Xiao Long entered and had a mild glare as she looked at the only 'Avenger' sitting behind the table. "Can you explain to me why I had to console my little sister and also talk my uncle out of eating copious amounts of seeds before entering here?"

"Ms. Xiao Long! Please come sit down." The merc with the mouth waved a hand at the empty chair. "Don't worry about them. I just told them what they didn't want to hear. It's not easy being an Avenger, but honesty is our policy. So, let's see if your Avenger material!"