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Chapter 4 - An Emergency

After discussing things for a while, Peter, Saitama, and Genos all finally got around to discussing the topic of what they were gonna do now.

"Well, I am a little hungry," Peter said, stretching his arms.

Genos perked up and began to think out loud.

"I suppose you probably haven't eaten anything for at the very least one day, and combining that with how much energy you've been exerting while walking for approximately 2.4 kilometers, it would make sense that-" Genos was rambling. Everyone in the room except himself knew that.

"Is he really… doing math to figure out if I'm hungry?" Peter said to Saitama, almost unbelieving.

"Yeah, he does that sometimes." Saitama was looking almost as annoyed as Peter, but they didn't say anything while the cyborg thought to himself.

"Very well then." Genos finally ended his pondering and stood up straight. The hand that previously was resting on his chin now moved to his side. "We shall go to the local izakaya for a meal."

"Woah, uh, I'm fine with eating whatever you guys have here, no need to go to an izakaya," Peter said, holding up his hands. He wasn't sure what an izakaya was, but he assumed it was some kind of restaurant or something.

"No, I insist. I must apologize for my earlier actions." Genos bowed his head.

"And," Saitama spoke up. "I don't really have much food, and I don't want to go shopping while you're with us." What Saitama didn't say was how little money he had, and how there were no sales today.

"Oh. Okay then. But, I can't really go somewhere while wearing… this…" Peter gestured down to his tattered suit.

"Yeah. You can wear some of my clothes. I think we're probably about the same size." Saitama said.

Peter didn't show it, but he was a little apprehensive. The earlier monster attack worried him. What if he got attacked, and he couldn't defeat it?

Still thinking about this, Peter thanked Saitama and changed in the small bathroom. As he walked out of the bathroom, he rolled up his suit and set it down on a small table. He looked up and saw that Genos was cleaning, while Saitama was reading a comic. Peter wasn't quite sure what their relationship was, but from how Genos called Saitama "master", he figured that there was some kind of eternal debt that the cyborg had to work off.

Saitama looked up from his book.

"Oh, hey. You done?" He said in that monotone voice. "Do the clothes fit?"

"Yeah, I'm done. And the clothes fit great." The clothes were actually a little tight on Peter's body, but he wasn't going to say anything.

They left the apartments, walked for a while in silence, and reached a café. The outside looked very traditional Japanese. But once they walked in, Peter saw that it seemed like a normal, American fast food restaurant. It was a weird feeling.

After walking in, being sat down, and sitting in silence for a while, they were given menus. Peter looked at the menu. He had never been as hungry as he was right now. He looked at the biggest meals, with crazy amounts of food… Then he remembered money.

That might be a problem.

He cleared his throat as he saw that the meals cost up to 2000 yen. He wasn't quite sure how much that was, but it sounded expensive to him.

"Hey," He set the menu down and looked over at Saitama, who was still reading the menu. Genos, sitting right next to him, had the laminated paper on the table. "So… sorry to ask, but… do you have money?"

"Oh. Do… you not?" Saitama said.

"No… I don't really have pockets on my super suit." Peter almost said something ruder, but this guy was being pretty nice.

"You should. It helps." Saitama pointed at Peter. Then he lowered his arm. "I've got some money but I don't get paid for a while, so pick something cheap."

Peter wasn't quite sure, but he thought that Saitama looked a little worried at this. This man was able to defeat giant monsters easily. Could this guy really be worried about… money?

After ordering food, they talked a little but it wasn't like they had much to talk about. At least not in public. When their food finally arrived, Peter saw that Saitama had gotten French fries, Genos had got a slice of steak-like meat, and Peter's own food…

"And here's the spicy chicken wings. Thank you for waiting." The waitress said, smiling.

"Uh, thank you." Peter wished he could tip her or something, but he couldn't.

Wait. Spicy chicken wings? He hadn't been able to read the menu, so just went based on the picture. He wasn't good with spice. He almost said something to the waitress, but she had walked away.

"Master, why are you still wearing your costume when your out in the public like this?" Genos asked.

Peter brought a chicken wing to his mouth.

"Well, you never know what could happen when you're out. Always be prepared is what I say." He thought for a second before saying "Or maybe that's the Boy Scouts."

"I suppose you're right. We could get attack by any number fo villains right at this second."

Just as Peter bit down on the wing, an explosion rang out from outside. He spit the food out, wiped his mouth, and looked out. He was lucky that he had a cover for why spit it out, that had been way too spicy for him.

Outside, a man wield swords was running at them. He was dressed in purple and black. Or at least, Peter thought it was a dude. He wasn't quite sure.

Before anyone could do anything, he got up and ran out. This was an impulse, as Peter wasn't really thinking. He didn't have his suit, so he'd just have to fight in the clothes Saitama gave him.

He jumped up off the ground, shot a web from the device on his wrist, and latched on to a nearby lamp post. He swung around it, and his feet connected with the attacker's face. This guy was fast, so he ended up being launched a little back while the man's body hit a building.

Saitama watched this unfold. Genos started to get up, but he was stopped.

"Let's just wait and see how this works out," Saitama said. "If things get bad, I'll stop the fight."

"But master," Genos started. Then he remembered what happened earlier. "Fine."

"I kinda want to see how he'll do. I wonder who that other guy is." Genos looked at him a little weird.

"That's Speed O' Sound Sonic." Genos was almost mad about how little his master remembered.

"Who?"

Crap. Peter thought. I ripped these clothes. I'll have to get Saitama some new stuff.

He landed and saw that the guy was recovering from the knock. He had an enraged look in his eyes.

"Hey, uh, purple dude, what are you doing here?" Spidey asked.

"My name. Is. Speed O' Sound Sonic! And I am here for the one person that's beaten me before and is also the only person faster than me!" He was yelling this while keeping his body in a battle-ready stance.

"The only person who's beaten you. Who's that, the pile of garbage behind the dumpster?" Spider-Man retorted. "Plus, that's too long for a name."

This made the man angrier, and he rushed forward. Spider-Man was sure that he kept his eyes locked on Sonic, but suddenly the man was behind him.

Peter felt a sharp pain in his back and fell to the ground. He could feel blood dripping down his back. He'd fought speedsters before, but this guy was on a completely different level. He was crazy fast.

Spider-Man shot a web backward, intending to grab Sonic, or at least grab something he could use, but the line was immediately cut short. Literally. A sword sliced the webbing midair and it hit Peter in the chest, as he'd turned around at this point.

He yelped out in pain. Peter blindly swung, hit the air, and swung again. Each time he got more desperate. But the man kept slicing him. Where was Saitama? Certainly, he could defeat this guy.

Peter heard laughter.

"Not so quippy now, are you? As you see, my speed is-" He stopped suddenly as he was hit with a blast of air. It sent him backward into a wall.

Peter knew that air blast. He had been caught in one. He turned, back still in severe pain, to see Saitama standing, fist outstretched.

Spider-Man collapsed on the floor. He was strong. But not strong enough for this new universe. He couldn't help people here. He couldn't even help himself. But Saitama…

Saitama was a true hero. Saitama could help anybody he wanted to. These were his last thoughts as he passed out, in the parking lot of a café.

5/22/2020 Update: Hey guys! I'm alive, and well. I'm honestly surprised that so many people have been interested in this. So, I should explain. Basically, when I left I intended for it to be short, and I was thinking about writing a new chapter, but after a month or two I completely forgot. And a few more months later, I'm back. I will be writing a story, but a very different one. There's not really a set date.

This series is completely cancelled. Please don't follow or favorite this series anymore, as it floods my email with spam. I'll be keeping this series up on here, but will not be continuing it. I'd love to see someone else take up the story, but I'll be moving on. Thanks for the support guys, and see you soon!