Hello again everyone! Sorry for the short break from this, but now I'm back and ready for more!

I found some more inspiration (with special thanks to the super amazing seasons 6 and 7) so awesome news for you guys!

And what a treat you guys get, because this is gonna be a nice extralong chapter! I've been working pretty hard on it (since I know you all wanted to see this one), so I really hope you enjoy it!

Reviews:

Guest 1: Haha, yes, Lance is totally gonna be a mess! I might have a chapter later further elaborating on his reaction as well, since this felt a tad rushed (since I actually am being rushed, I need sleep XD).

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Summary: After a week of no communication from Team Voltron, the Blade of Marmora finally gain a lead on what's happened. Keith alone is sent to help, but with a base as well guarded as this, would he really be able to get out alive and with his identity still intact? After all, he would do anything to protect his friends.

Or…

The reveal chapter you've all been waiting for.

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Also, would anyone be able to make a cover for this fic? The current one that I made is kinda eh, so I would appreciate anyone who would be willing! If not, then… ah well :'D.

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Keith used to watch anime with Ned once upon a time. He thought it was cool how the characters got to save the Earth time and again. Well, he was Spider-man, so he was cooler, but still. He liked to cheer on the main characters as they fought up in space, riding their mechs in battles that could determine their planet's fate.

But watching something and actually doing it were two completely different things.

Of course, as a superhero himself, he knew the pressure and the problems that came with the mask. However, there's a fine line between being a hometown superhero with a secret identity and being the face of a giant mech that the entire universe is relying on.

Really, there was. Pfft, he practically didn't even have a secret identity up here.

Anyways, being part of Voltron was…. Not hard? But it was never easy either. Having to try and save planets without dying or getting captured was incredibly nerve-wracking. Don't get him wrong, he was confident in his piloting skills, but you never know what'll happen up here in space, where aliens were the norm and technology was a hundred times more advanced than Iron Man's nanobot suit.

So. If Voltron was captured, the world - scratch that, the universe would be in big trouble if word ever got out.

Which was why this was a problem.

He had gotten back from the castle ship a while ago, hero persona gone. He knew it would only last so long.

But he didn't know he'd have to go back this soon.

Because a week ago, they couldn't get ahold of Voltron. They had tried every day to see if it was just some error or if they were busy, but they hadn't answered.

The entire Blade was extremely worried for their welfare, sending out a message to all members to alert them if they encountered anything to do with the giant mech or the Paladins. Someone was always left on standby just in case a Blade found any information.

Usually, it was Keith. Even if he didn't look it, he was extremely worried about his friends, and he really didn't need his emotions to get in the way of any missions. While he would love a chance to try and find anything himself, he knew that he couldn't do much right now, especially since he wouldn't even know where to start. No one did, really.

All they could do was wait for any news.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as a Blade ran up to him, putting down his mask temporarily to speak to him. He panted for a few seconds before he gathered his breath. "A ship just landed in the hangar. Th-they claim that they have imperative information and are heading to the brigg right now."

"What kind of information?"

The Blade looked him right in the eyes, completely serious. "Information about Voltron."

Keith's eyes widened. "I'll head there right away. You should go ahead and tell Kolivan, he needs to hear this. He should be in the communications room with some of the others."

The Blade nodded, putting his mask back up and leaving at a brisk pace. Keith put his own mask up and made his own way towards the brigg. He arrived in record time, noticing a Blade in the room besides Kolivan and the Blade he met earlier.

Kolivan nodded. "Keith. Good, you're here." He turned to the other. "Please tell us what you know."

The Blade nodded. "My partner, Oroth, and I were part of Commander Gotur's fleet. He's a Galra who's against Lotor's reign and has been seeking power ever since the prince took the throne. He's one of those who tends to use their brain more than their brawn. While Oroth and I were a part of his command center, we were informed of many of the plans Commander Gotur had set up to try and rise in power. As his generals, he often confided in us, but I don't think he ever trusted anyone as much as he did himself, for he insisted on going through with the plans himself, many times without any of his follower's permission or to their knowledge."

He sighed. "A few days ago, Gotur had led me down to the built-in prison in the bowels of his base, saying he had a surprise for me. It was…. It was the Voltron Paladins, sir. All of them, including the Alteans. Fortunately, the Voltron lions are not in his possession currently."

Kolivan narrowed his eyes. "Do you know what he plans to do with them?"

The Blade shook his head. "I only know a little. He did say that he would announce their capture in a week's time though. He knows that he needs to make sure he has good security before other Galran ships try to steal his prize away. I came here as soon as I got as much info as I could." He grit his teeth, a growl escaping, clearly displeased.

Kolivan nodded. "Alright. Let's get to work straight away."

And that was how Keith was sent on a rescue mission to help his friends.

As Kolivan had explained to him, he was the smallest and one of the more flexible members of the Blades. Also, the Paladins would be able to immediately trust him instead of being suspicious of another Galra they sent in. Despite his inexperience, they knew that Keith would do his best on this mission, as both his and his friends' lives were on the line.

And they weren't wrong, Keith knew.

He would be assisted by Oroth, who had stayed behind to communicate with his partner and to help free the Paladins in any way he could.

Otherwise, Keith would be alone on this mission. Which he didn't mind, really, since he would be able to use some of his superhero skills without fear. Well, with a little fear. He could still get caught, after all, superhero abilities or not.

The reason there were so few helping was that they couldn't afford to be caught. Too many people would catch the attention of the enemy, and they did not need that happening.

Keith sighed as he drove a large Galra ship to Commander Gotur's ship, shaking himself out of his thoughts as he mentally prepared himself for his mission.

The hangar doors opened for him, allowing him to enter. As he landed, he was relieved to find that there were no Galrans in the room at all. Weird, but convenient. Very convenient.

"Don't worry, you should be safe. As of right now, I'm the only one who has access to the cameras on the ship. I can't watch you, but I am able to track your position as well as the positions of all enemies and allies. I also closed off the hangar bay so that you wouldn't have to deal with any fighters right when you came in. The faster we get this done, the better."

Keith grunted an affirmative at the other voice smoothly echoing through his earpiece, swiftly exiting the ship.

The other Blade offered directions, alerting Keith to guards and to sensors. Keith really appreciated it, as his spider-sense was sensing too much danger to figure out where the most immediate danger was.

You know what was nice about his Blade of Marmora outfit? It was made kind of similar enough to his own Spider-man suit, which was really nice, actually. He was used to the texture, and the mask really made him feel at home.

Also, it was thin enough to allow him to stick to walls, which, frankly, was the best luck he thinks he's had in months.

He pressed himself further against the corner of the ceiling as two sentries passed under him.

Patience yields focus.

He took a large breath before he slipped through the door the robots had just passed through, sliding in just before it closed. He looked ahead to find the dark red hall empty.

"Okay. Just one more floor to go before you hit the cell block. I'm warning you now, there are a lot of guards stationed down there. You'll be hard pressed to get them out quickly, and it would be a miracle if you could get them out quietly. However, that's not something we have to worry about. We only need to worry about getting them out alive. So don't try anything too reckless, ok? We don't need any unnecessary distractions."

Keith didn't say anything, didn't need to. He ran forward, looking carefully around corners and crawling on the ceiling as his ally led him further down into the bowels of the ship.

When he came across a dark gray door, he waited. Oroth was the only one able to open the door besides the commander of the ship.

And when it finally opened after a long minute, Keith didn't waste any time. He ran in and found a shadowy spot on the ceiling as soon as he was able. He didn't need to be caught unawares by any guards.

He was glad he hid, because he found that his ally had been right. There were a scary amount of guards, both robots and Galran soldiers. Cell doors lined the walls, but Keith would have a difficult time finding which ones the Paladins were in.

Well, if he didn't have an inside person, that is.

"Their cells are in the exact middle. It was a precaution the Commander took. He doesn't underestimate the Paladins. He knows that they're capable of escaping, which is why he's been so cautious. I don't know how you'll get there without being seen, considering the amount of guards, but I trust you to get the job done. I'll let you know when you're there."

Keith nodded, even though the Blade couldn't see him, and his slowly made his way across the ceiling, staying in the shadows as much as possible. The purple glows of his outfit had been turned off. He didn't need his own uniform revealing his location.

...You're right, his Spider-man suit was much worse, but hey, it's not like he did a lot of stealth mission anyways. He needed the bad guys (and the good guys) to remember him, you know. And red and blue are a fantastic color combination, if he did say so himself.

"All right, you're there. Do you see a door with a strange, glowing symbol on it? Yeah, that's the one. It's been reinforced with a strong metal that even Galra find extremely difficult to break. I should be able to open it for you, but only for a moment. Once you're in, you'll need to figure out a plan to get out of here. I'll do my best to cover you along the way, but I can only do so much from here. And I need to continue my undercover mission. I'm going to open the door in a few seconds, so watch carefully. Inform me when you have a plan to set up. Be swift."

Keith moved so that he was positioned right above the door, still hidden in the grooves of the ceiling. Once the door opened, he fell and rolled right in, barely making it as he heard the door close shut behind him.

He panted as the adrenaline rushed through his veins, trying to calm himself down. He looked up to see who was in the room.

And he sighed in relief.

The Paladins all still had their armor on, save for their helmets and bayards. They were all sound asleep, save for Hunk, who was watching them all with caring and soft eyes. When Keith had entered, he had looked up, his eyes widening at what Keith hoped was recognition.

He immediately put his mask down, revealing his face to his friend, and he saw Hunk visibly relax. "Keith…"

Keith was able to smile at Hunk, because really, he was happy that they were all ok. "Hey Hunk. Ready for a breakout?"

Hunk gave him a smile back. "Yeah. Though we might want to wake the others up before we start planning anything, because I know they all want a part in it. Especially Pidge. Pidge has been waiting for the perfect opportunity for revenge and, um, I'm not going to get in the way." His smile wavered slightly, but otherwise stayed true.

"Right. You go wake up Pidge, Allura, and Coran. I'll wake up Shiro and Lance."

Hunk nodded and left Keith to wake up the others. Keith himself went up to Lance first, shaking him slightly. "Lance, wake up."

The current Red Paladin groaned and fidgeted slightly. "Just five more minutes…"

After a few more moments of more vigorous shaking, Keith decided to just punch him in the face.

Because punching people always cheered him up. It was probably just the vent speaking, but hey, he wasn't one to complain.

And he didn't regret it. He had a hard time keeping a straight face on as Lance glared at him. "Keith what was that… for…. Wait, KEITH?! What are you doing here?!"

"To rescue you, you idiot." He held out his hand before Lance could say anything. "Hold it, let me wake up Shiro. He needs to hear whatever you want to hear, and I don't want to repeat myself."

Luckily, Shiro was almost right next to Lance, so he almost didn't even have to move. He cautiously placed his hands on Shiro's flesh arm, shaking him carefully. He own body, however, was tense, and it was a good thing too, since the first thing Shiro did upon waking up was to attack him out of reflex. Luckily, Keith was ready for it, and he was able to get out of the way in time before a metal arm hit him in the neck.

Shiro blinked, gathering his bearings as he realized what had just happened. "K-Keith? I am so sorry, I didn't mean to attack you. I thought-"

"No, it's fine. You've been through a lot. And see, I'm not hurt, so don't worry about it."

Shiro smiled. "Thanks, Keith. So, what are you doing here? I thought you were with the Blade?"

Keith pulled Shiro up, noticing that the others were up too. "I'm still with the Blade of Marmora, but we've been working all week to try and rescue you guys."

Allura walked up to him, smiling. "Well, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we're glad you're here."

Pidge spoke up. "Now all we need is a plan. Unless you already have one?" She raised her eyebrow at him in question.

Keith shook his head. "No, we wanted to see if you all had any ideas first. Especially because of all the guards outside this cell."

Shiro looked at him. "'We?'"

"Yeah, there's another Blade here, Oroth. He's waiting on us to figure out something. He said he'll do his best to cover us, but ultimately…"

The black paladin nodded. "It's up to us, then."

"Right."

Coran put his hand on his chin, clearly thinking. "First we need to get the helmets and bayards. Those are important and they would truly help in our unfortunate situation."

Pidge raised her hand, eager and grinning. "Oooh, I know where they are! I overheard the guards saying they were put into a storage unit that's located near the hangar bay!"

Hunk raised his hand too. "Um, that's great and all, but how are we going to get out of here without getting caught? Keith said there were a lot of guards, so, uhh, we probably need to be cautious." He turned to look at Keith. "Did the Blade say anything about being subtle or anything?"

"No, they didn't. In fact, all they really care about is getting you guys out of here. If that means attracting attention, so be it, since they don't really need anything bad happening to you. They really care about Voltron."

Lance smirked. "It sounds funs to me." The team stared at him. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "W-well, as much as fighting a whole bunch of Galra for our lives can be fun, anyways…."

Shiro smiled and spoke up. "Alright, let's calm down." His face turned more serious. "So, can anyone think of anything?"

Allura fidgeted. "I…. I think I have a plan. It's not much, and it's pretty simple, but I think we can do it."

"Let's hear it."

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They all stood against the cell wall, invisible to anyone if the door should open. Keith was nearest to it, as he was the only one with a weapon.

Shiro's arm had been put out of commission, with a power brace restricting some of his movement. Keith was able to cut it off thanks to his sword, so he was the second closest.

He gave the signal to Oroth, and the door opened after a few seconds. Keith looked around the door, and, nodding to the other Paladins, they flooded out, Keith in the front and Shiro in the back.

The Galra started shooting them almost as soon as they had been in sight. Luckily, Shiro was able to deflect some of them, while the rest missed.

This feels a lot like Star Wars….

Keith shook that thought out of his head (even though it was true, but he'd have to think about that later). He cut down all of the guards in front of him before they could react, and they made their way through the hall just like that.

Despite the amount of soldiers, Keith found that defeating them wasn't the hardest task he'd faced (some of Spider-man's enemies had definitely been more challenging, in his opinion). It helped that he was also skilled with his sword, which he swung with practiced ease to disable each enemy they encountered.

After a few minutes of running and cutting down enemies, they miraculously made it to the designated storage room without injury. The door opened for them (courtesy of their ally), and everyone quickly grabbed their belongings as it shut again. Each of the Paladins put on their helmets and held their bayards in their hands, their weapons materializing, except for Shiro, who was used to his arm.

Keith nodded as he saw that everyone was ready for the next step in their plan. "Ok, Oroth can't keep the alarm off for much longer. Let's go."

They nodded, and they did the same thing as before, hiding against the wall where the door was so that they would be invisible for a few moments. The door opened, and the Paladins waited a few seconds before they all ran out, Lance in front as he shot at any enemies that could shoot them from afar while Keith took down the sentries in their immediate vicinity.

He and Pidge moved to the front, slicing any enemies in front of them while Lance and Hunk took care of the ones further out of range. Allura, Shiro, and Pidge took care of any that they missed as they ran past, making sure no one was shot in the back.

They ran out the door without too much of a problem, but of course, teamwork makes the dream work, as they say.

"You got everything? Good. Make your way to the hangar. I have to set the alarm now, otherwise my position could be compromised, and then I wouldn't be able to help you at all at that point. In the meantime, I'll try to keep the hanger empty for you. Hurry, you don't have much time. Good luck."

Keith turned to his comrades as they ran through the currently empty halls, a whisper leaving his lips. "The alarm will go off in a few moments. We'll have to really break through this time."

The team nodded, and right on cue, a loud alarm blared through the halls, informing the enemy of their presence. This would be the hard part.

They fought through wave after wave of Galra as they traveled through the large halls, each member doing their best to protect each other. Shiro and Allura were the best at deflecting the laser bullets, both on a separate side to try and defend the team as much as possible while fighting anyone around them. Hunk and Pidge watched the back, as the Galra were even coming from behind them. Hunk's large gun allowed him to take down dozens of enemies at once while Pidge was perfect for picking off any leftovers.

Lance and Keith were at the front again, perfect combination of gun and sword. Keith was able to get rid of many of the soldiers, and Lance, thanks to his sharpshooter skills, was able to take down each sentry with only one or two shot, each fighting off an even amount of enemies.

Coran was in the middle, as he didn't have any armor and there was not much he could do to fight back. However, he was excellent in cheerleading, encouraging the Paladins and helping them feel positive. Leave it to the space uncle to be their morale booster.

By the time they got to the hanger, each member had gained minor injuries, but luckily, nothing serious. Coran was the only one uninjured, as the Paladins had taken extra care in protecting him.

The hangar opened up for them, and several Galra followed them inside. The doors leading to the hanger luckily closed after they entered, leaving them with only a few soldiers to fight off, which they easily did thanks to their advantage.

After they were defeated, Keith started to lead them to the ship he came in, which would be large enough to fit all the paladins in comfortably. However, a large figure stepped out of the shadows.

The Galra was tall, Keith would give him that. He was a good two feet taller than Shiro, and he gave off an intimidating aura, despite his lack of muscle that most Galra seemed to inherit. He looked pretty lean though, so he would be strong. His beady yellow eyes were narrow and cunning, and in his hands were a large dagger and a handgun.

He had a smirk on his face as his voice drawled out of his mouth, smooth and mostly apathetic besides the arrogance that leaked through. "Hello, Paladins of Voltron. It is such an honor to see you again, I must say. I was afraid that you would be a weak and disappointing bunch, but it seems I underestimated you." His smirk turned into a grin, his sharp teeth shining menacingly in the pale light. "Looks like I'll have to take things into my own claws."

He quickly pulled up his gun and shot in their direction, a pink laser zooming by as the team dodged it. They ran in separate directions to try and get some cover.

Commander Gotur only laughed. "That's right, you better run! You are only prolonging your own death, you cannot escape!"

Coran had ended up with Keith when they had dodged, and Keith turned to him, a plan in his mind already forming thanks to the amount of times he's had to think fast in dire situations. "Coran, you need to get to the ship."

He protested. "But Keith-"

"Coran, we need it ready for takeoff as soon as everyone is on board. And I know that none of us would want you hurt. And if something happens… we need someone that can get back to the Blade, to tell them the truth of what's going on. I'm sure that Gotur has something planned for all of us if he can get us again. Which is why you're so important, Coran. Please."

The older Altean looked hesitant, looking out as Lance and Pidge tried to attack Gotur, the commander quickly moving to deflect their short attacks. His face then became determined, his mind made up. "...Alright, I'll do it."

Keith gave him what he hoped was an encouraging smile. "Thanks. We're counting on you. I'll give you some cover."

Coran smiled back. "Right."

Keith got up from behind the crate and sprinted to Gotur, his mask already up as their blades crossed. He moved to the right, still pushing his blade against the Galran's. Allura and Shiro took the opportunity to try and hurt him, but he jumped back, relatively unharmed as the attack missed.

But the plan was a success at any rate, Keith thought, as he saw Coran climb aboard the ship he had come in on.

Lance and Hunk had currently flanked Gotur, shooting from both sides. Keith decided to assist them, running to the alien's front to try and catch him off guard. The commander once again locked swords with his, purple and yellow sparks flying off the blades as they collided and pushed against each other.

Keith had to use some of his spider strength in order to keep his arm up. He didn't need to do it long though, as he had finally left Gotur wide open for an attack.

Which is just what Pidge and Allura did, and their bayards were able to touch the purple skin, causing him to groan in agony. Keith was then able to overpower him and pushed him back, the Galra falling against a nearby crate. He wasn't down yet though, as he did not waste any time standing. A growl escaped his mouth, clearly angry that he had been knocked down so easily.

Gotur rushed forward, slashing his blade and shooting next to him at the same time, with the shot almost catching Hunk on the shoulder and the sword almost getting Keith on the arm.

The Galra stopped for a split second, and Pidge launched her weapon, but the commander had kneeled down and caught it, pulling it and pulling the Green Paladin towards him. Shiro was the one to save her, shoving his hand into his arm.

Gotur howled in pain as he let go of the glowing green string. Pidge winced as she got off the floor, clearly in pain from the sudden tug and fall. Lance was able to get a good shot, hitting the Galra on the forearm.

The alien growled as he grabbed Shiro and threw him across the room at Hunk. Allura tried to come at him from behind, but he had reached for her leg, twirling her around a few times. Lance tried to shoot him, but he deflected the shots with his dagger before he too threw the princess, this time at Lance. Keith was already next to him, as he knew he could get a chance the moment he had thrown Allura. Unfortunately, it seemed Gotur was expecting this, for shot his gun at Keith. It caught his hood, ripping a hole through it and leaving a burn mark around as he fell to the ground.

Keith was lucky it hit there. His head was not completely in his hood, and he had been left startled, but unharmed.

Hunk had already tried shooting the enemy, but the enemy had started shooting back, so he had taken some cover behind some nearby crates, shooting when he could.

Keith used the distraction it to his advantage. Gotur thought that he had gotten hurt, and he let his guard down, but Keith was ready for it. He bounced up from his spot, giving Gotur a good, solid, superpowered punch in the face. He also took the chance to slice at the gun, which was in full view since he had been currently firing it.

The Galra stumbled back, a red scuff mark appearing under his cheek, where Keith had gotten him. The front half of his gun fell to the floor, useless.

He yelled to his friends. "Get to the ship! I'll finish off Gotur!"

Lance glared at him from where he stood, having just gotten up. "We're not leaving you behind!"

"You're not going to! You need to get out of the fight before you guys get hurt anymore. It's you he's after, not me. I'll keep him distracted while you get on the ship. Don't worry, I'll come in right behind you. Now go!"

The Paladins all shared a look, and while it was clear that they wanted to stay, it was also clear that this was what they needed to do. They started running towards the ship, both Lance and Shiro occasionally looking back.

Commander Gotur was about to run after them, but Keith tripped him. "You'll have to go through me first!"

"Oooh, a feisty one. I wonder if I'll be able to crack that little mask of yours by the time I'm done with you?" A malicious look had come across his face, clearly seeing the delicious challenge in front of him.

Keith smirked underneath his mask, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he ran forward, brandishing his sword and striking.

Gotur deflected his blade with his own and used Keith's slight disorientation to swing back. It was a good thing Keith had a supernatural sense of balance (spider powers, of course), and so this time Keith blocked him, trying to knock the shortsword away.

It continued like this for a while, the two of them exchanging harsh blows. Their dance of swords left sparks flying across the room. The fight itself was fast-paced and loud as each strong opponent tried to gain the upper hand.

Keith swung low. Gotur blocked it and tried to swing at Keith's head, but Keith once again deflected the blow with his own sword. However, this time, he accidentally tripped over a crack in the floor, and he fell on his back. He tried to get up, but Gotur had placed his blade to his next.

The two stayed, panting, waiting. Gotur smirked. "Well, well, it looks like I've caught you. Any last words before your friends see me slaughter you in front of their eyes?"

Keith breathed in slowly. There was one ace he had up his sleeve. Well, one more web-shooter, but that's not a cool metaphor. And he had two anyways, not one. Ugh, the things he tried to do to lighten up his mood.

He discreetly put his hand out, still on the ground, shooter aimed towards Gotur's smug face.

Really, he couldn't find himself feeling scared or worried about his identity. His friends were worried about him. They didn't deserve to see him killed and covered in blood. No, they were far too good for that. And if he died… he wouldn't be able to protect the people he loved. He wouldn't be able to protect his friends and the family he had found in Voltron. No, he couldn't, wouldn't go down here.

Though it really wouldn't be a bad place to die, he thought. It was fitting that he'd fight to the very end to help his friends. It was who he was.

But like he said, not now. There was still so much he had to do, and he was not going to let this random alien ruin it.

He pressed down on his web-shooters.

Or he would've, Gotur hadn't been shot by something first.

Keith's eyes widened as an explosion surrounded him.

"Keith! Over here!"

He turned around and saw that the passenger ship he had come in on was flying, landing, with Lance hanging out of the side waving to him. Smoke exited out of the barrels attached to the bottom of the ship.

Keith looked back to see the commander down for the count for now, definitely unconscious. Then he turned back, only to find Lance smiling at him.

He smiled back, and he ran towards the ship, grabbing onto Lance's hand as the ship rose off the ground once more.

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The next time he woke up, he found himself in a healing pod, which was already opening up for him.

Coran and Hunk were sitting on the ground, and it looked like they had been talking before Keith's pod opened.

He stumbled out, and, feeling himself lose his balance, he put his hand against the outside wall of the pod. So this was how Lance felt, huh?

Coran and Hunk both got up, hugging him. Keith was confused.

Hunk smiled at him. "I'm so glad you're alright, man. It's good to have you back."

Now Keith felt more confused. "W-what happened?"

Coran explained. "You see, it looks like that fight with Gotur had taken more out of you than we thought. You'd collapsed as soon as you got onto the ship. It was mostly from exhaustion, but it seemed that you had gotten quite a few large lacerations on your body. The adrenaline from the fight must have kept them numb for a while."

"Oh." Well, that made sense.

"Where are the others?"

Coran continued. "Well, they're still healing up. Their injuries weren't as bad as yours, but it should still be another varga or so until they're fully healed."

"Then how did I get out first, if my wounds were worse?"

The Altean brought up a screen next to the pod. "Well, it seems that your regenerative systems are more effective than the others', which is a bit strange but it might be a side effect of being part Galra."

Keith winced. Nope, that wasn't true. When he had been bullied when he was younger, his bruises had definitely stayed around awhile. It was only until after he had gotten bit by the radioactive spider that he started to heal faster than normal.

Also, he must've used a lot more energy than he had thought, because his superhuman stomach was now grumbling loudly. He felt his cheeks warm a little as he felt a bit embarrassed about the noise.

Hunk's eyes widened in realization. "Oh yeah, you must be hungry, right? Hang on, let's go to the kitchen. I had something cooked up for all of you already, so I'm actually kind of glad you're feeling hungry. Wouldn't want all this good food to go to waste, after all." He grinned.

And boy, did the food taste good. Hunk had also made a lot more food than usual, since he had assumed everyone would be pretty hungry after they were healed. What Hunk didn't know was that he had actually made too much food, but Keith wasn't complaining because it was the perfect portion for him.

Of course, you could blame his superpowers for his super metabolism.

He sighed in content as he finished the last bite, slouching slightly in his seat in satisfaction. He hadn't had a fulfilling meal like that in, well, never. Keith had never tried to eat too much, since he never had enough money for it at home and he didn't want to be seen as rude or weird with all the food he could eat.

So to have a meal that actually satisfied his large appetite was so refreshing. It was rather nice.

Keith looked up at Hunk and smiled. "Thanks for the food, Hunk. It was good."

Well, it was more than that, but he just wanted to keep up appearances for the sake of it.

Hunk smiled at him, his eyes sparkling. "I'm glad you thought so Keith. Let's hope the others get out soon so that they can enjoy it too. I'm sure they'll need it."

Keith nodded and followed Hunk out into the room with all the healing pods, the bridge. Coran was still there, waiting for one of them to finish. He looked up at Keith and Hunk as they walked in. "Oh, how was the meal?"

Keith smiled. "It was good. Hunk's cooking is amazing."

"Aw, buddy, thanks man, I really appreciate it."

He turned his smile to the gentle giant, seeing the smile on his face too.

And of course, that had to be when a pod opened up.

He and Hunk quickly grabbed lance before he could fall to the floor.

Again.

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Keith had already dressed in his regular clothes, since the Blade had decided to let him rest awhile. And of course, he chose to rest with his friends in the Castle of Lions.

It wasn't too late yet. The others had already eaten, and there was still plenty of time before they had to go to bed. None of them would be hungry enough to eat dinner.

Well, maybe except Keith, but he'd be fine. Honest.

Because right now, he wasn't even wasting his energy. He was just lying on the ground in his room, wondering what to do. He was bored, but he honestly didn't even know what to do for fun around here.

Sure, sometimes training was fun, but he really didn't feel like doing that right now. And it wasn't even that fun in the first place, no matter what the others tell you. Because they totally think Keith thinks that it it's actually entertaining.

And Keith was a little amused at the assumption. Just a little though.

As he lie there, he started to think of the things he would do at home.

Mostly, his free time would be used for swinging around the city, stopping crime and arresting bad guys. Being Spider-man was admittedly one of his favorite things to do. The buildings would fly past him, blurring as he accelerated across the streets. The wind would whip past him, giving him the illusion that he was flying. He would land on top of the tallest building he could find that was nearby, and he'd look down at the city he loved and protected to the best of his ability.

But that wasn't the only thing he did in his free time. None of the team knew this, but he was a huge science nerd. Mostly for chemistry. He was pretty skilled at mechanics and technology too though, as well as a lot of other sciences. As a granted, he was also good at math, although it wasn't his favorite thing. His science knowledge had helped him make his custom web-shooters, which only a person of his strength could activate. He didn't need to shoot the webs on accident. That would lead to a lot of problems.

Also, he had his friend Ned back in New York. He remembered a time where they'd work together on Lego Deathstars and would hack into the suit that Tony Stark had made for him. Ah, good times, good times.

Ned was an awesome friend. He was really understanding and the greatest tech wiz he knew. He was also a fellow nerd, which only helped their friendship.

He was also a huge fan of Spider-man and the other Avengers, and he knew his secret, so he was the person he'd share all his stories and experiences with. Seeing the amazed look on his friend's face was worth it every single time.

Wow. He just realized that all the things he had spent his free time doing all led to Spider-man. Seriously, this was his life?

Keith laughed quietly to himself.

Still lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the door open.

"KEITH, ARE YOU IN HERE?! I need someone to help me beat Pidge. She's out of control!"

"No I'm not, Lance, you're just bad at video games."

"You're cheating, I just know it!"

"Um, guys, please calm down-"

"THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND PIDGE, HUNK!"

"Hunk's right, there's no reason for you two to argue. It's just a game, right? I'm sure you'll eventually win, Lance."

"Thank you Shiro. See Lance? You'll be fine."

"No, I won't, I- WHAT THE QUIZNACK?! KEITH?!"

Keith had not expected them them to barge in. He especially did not expect Lance to yell so loudly when he was only several feet away. He also did not expect for the whole team to be outside of his room, making a lot of noise.

So he thought his reaction was quite appropriate. It was a reflex that usually didn't occur. Usually, he'd attack first. But since his spider-sense hadn't tingled at all, well, he was just really surprised.

He looked up at Lance looking up at him.

So he was on the ceiling, so what?

Ok, ok, so it was kind of a big deal, but hey, he was just trying to downplay his own shock here.

Lance finally seemed to regain his words even as he still stared. "What are you doing on the ceiling?"

Keith was panicking on the inside. "Um…"

The rest of the the team decided to walk in at that moment, Pidge in the front. "What are you talking about, Lance? Are you- WOAH, WHAT THE QUIZNACK?!"

Aaaaand now the rest of the team was looking at him. Great. He sighed. Well, there was no use in hiding it now. They clearly saw him, and there was no way he could deny it. Might as well get comfortable.

Of course, his comedian side decided that would be to sit cross-legged on the ceiling. It was comfortable, don't get him wrong, but he thinks that that part of his brain just wanted to see his friends (especially Lance) combust even more.

Hunk's voice came out pretty calm, pretty impressive considering the look on his face. "Keith? What are you doing?"

He could say something reasonable, but his Spider-man side had been activated. Getting backed into a corner did that to him sometimes. It didn't always help, but hey, at least he could be funny and make someone laugh.

And so he responded with, "Sitting down. Why?" He even lifted up his eyebrow to make him seem innocently confused.

Lance stuttered. "B-but that isn't even possible is it? Pidge, please, please tell me I'm not going crazy and seeing things."

Pidge still looked pretty stunned. "Uhhh…."

Keith answered instead, smiling. "Yes, you are seeing things. You must be going crazy, Lance, because you're the one who's on the ceiling."

Lance blanched. "What."

Keith did his best to hold in a snicker.

The joke seemed to break Pidge, well, in a good way. It broke her out of her trance, I mean. She laughed. "Oh my GOD, your FACE!" She did in fact have a good view of his face. And oh boy, was it a hilarious one.

Lance snapped out of it and glared at her.

Shiro looked at Keith curiously. "Um, Keith…?"

"...Yeah?"

"...Do you… Do you mind getting down from there? I think you're freaking us all out here."

"Okay."

He jumped down from the ceiling with ease, landing right in front of Shiro. "Better?"

Shiro nodded. "Yeah. So…" He gestured vaguely, mostly to the ceiling. "Mind telling us what that was?"

The others looked at him, and they were most definitely curious about his answer.

Keith looked down, shuffling his feet. The moment of truth, huh? "Well, the truth is…"

He looked up. Each of the members stared at him expectantly.

Keith took in a deep breath. "The truth is… I've been hiding this for a long time. I haven't told a lot of people, and a lot of people don't know this about me. It's a really big secret, so… can I trust you all to keep it a secret for me? This… this isn't something that needs to be spread around, including around the universe. So can you promise that you can keep it a secret? Please?"

The Paladins of Voltron looked at each other, probably trying to gauge what the others would want to do. After a few moments, they all nodded one by one, and Shiro smiled. He turned to Keith. "Yes, we promise we'll all keep it a secret, right?"

The others all looked at him, smiles on their faces. "Right!" "Of course." "Yep!"

Keith smiled. "Thanks, you guys. So the truth is… well…" He shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm Spider-man."

He was met with silence and blank faces. It worried Keith a little, that is, until he saw Lance's eyes widen. "What. Are you serious, Keith?"

The tension seemed to build as if the whole universe waited to hear the answer. And Keith decided to answer the universe. "Yes, I am. Here, I'll show you."

Before he could change his mind, he had activated his web-shooter, aiming in towards the Blade of Marmora dagger still on his bed. The sticky web attached itself to the knife, and he retracted the web back so that the dagger would land in his hand.

Lance's eyes widened for a moment, but then, to Keith's surprise, they had started to sparkle.

Pidge's did too, actually… She was probably interested in the webs.

They converged on him at once.

"Are those webs organic? Synthetic? How do you shoot them? How did you stick to the ceiling?"

"Woah, ok, that is so cool, I mean, you actually grabbed the sword with a web and you didn't even make a mistake, and that looked so cool!"

Keith backed up, a little overwhelmed.

Hunk spoke up. "So wait wait wait wait wait. You're the Spider-man? As in, the superhero who chases down criminals and swings around New York?"

"The one and only."

"Woah. Ok, I can see why you'd want to keep that a secret."

Shiro looked at him with a curious look on his face. "I guess secret identities are pretty important, huh?"

Keith nodded. "Yeah. Like, if a supervillain knew my name, and he couldn't beat me physically then…"

Shiro's eyes widened. "Right, they could go after people you know, or they could go after you in public."

"Right…"

Lance interrupted. "Sorry to interrupt, buuuut…. Keith? If you're Spider-man…. Could you show us the suit?!" His eyes shone in hope.

And Keith smiled. "Yeah. Just give me a sec."

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Keith has never seen Lance's eyes sparkle so much. It was like he was some anime character or something.

He was also a crazed fanboy, admiring the suit as if it was the greatest thing in the universe. He was taking pictures with his Altean phone, probably to admire them later.

Pidge was asking him questions, and he willingly answered them as best he could. It seemed to satisfy her though, as he saw her studiously taking notes as if he was a famous scientist giving a lecture to a class.

Hunk was joining in with Pidge, coming up with theories and helping her understand the few things she didn't. She helped him understand a few things too, of course.

Shiro was mostly enjoying the show, but he also asked about his adventures. And when he started a story about an adventure, everyone listened in intently. It seems that he had some pretty interesting stories to tell after spending a few years of being a superhero in New York.

Keith smiled underneath his mask. He was glad that his team had taken a positive reaction to his identity, and that none of them were bitter about him not telling them.

But in the end, they were all happy. Actually, they'd even told him how much they'd appreciated him. They all had stories of how Spider-man saved someone they knew or someone they loved.

He appreciated them too, he realized. The people who appreciated Spider-man encouraged him. It warmed his heart to see how much of a positive impact on his friends' lives.

And now, maybe… maybe he could be more himself. "Less emo," as Pidge had called it. And of course, he'd try to be funnier than Lance, because he thought he was the best at making jokes? Oh no, if Lance wanted to take this rivalry of his seriously, he'd better be ready for some serious competition.

Oh, he'd always tell the best stories, because duh, he was a superhero.

And of course they all loved the part where he stole Captain America's shield.

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Oh my quiznack, you guys, that was almost 8000 words! That's the longest chapter I've ever written in my LIFE.

This was a crazy fun one to write though. :D

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's 1:30 in the morning, and I kind need to go to school tomorrow. Rest in peace, sleep, I will never get you, will I?

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