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A/N: Well, we begin the Sam Saga. I kind of hopped all four chapters would already be finished, but their not... but Christmas is almost here and maybe I'll have some time while I regain my sanity and just sit down and write all of Sam and Luke's chapters and that would ideally take me through January. I always want to write a Christmas short story but I never do, mostly due to time so we'll see how hard the writing bug hits me at the end of next week. Read, Review, Enjoy!

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Chapter 21: Sam

"What the-hey!"

"No!"

We were literally one more minute from a checkpoint!

One minute of complete focus!

Now we have to back up at beat this level again.

"I told you, young men," Aunt May says holding the remote in her hands. "Video games are for when homework and chores are done."

"Oh, Aunt May," Peter wines. "We were in the middle of saving the galaxy."

"I don't even live here!" I argue. "Wait, do I?"

Something explodes outside, it's a faint noise but I recognize it instantly.

It wasn't a gunshot. It was a blaster.

Where did that sound come from?

"Garbage pickup is tomorrow. It's not going to take itself out!" Aunt May calls as she walks into the kitchen.

I jump off the couch and slip out the door before Peter can notice.

That was defiantly a blaster. And in this neighborhood, there should not be any blasters.

I'd be less surprised to find a blaster in Manhattan.

But Queens? Different story.

The street's quiet, but something is very wrong.

I tighten my grip on my duffle bag. My helmet is inside should I need it.

The blast repeats itself and I look in the direction it came from.

I start jogging down the street away from Peter's house.

I look in-between the houses as I run. There should be an obvious sign of a blaster being fired.

Something charred, the distinct smell, smoke….

Something has to leave a mark.

Did it come from someone's backyard?

I stop running and catch my breath if I can't find it soon I'm going to have to put my helmet on and go looking for it.

I look between two more houses and cross the street.

It could have been on this side of the road.

Nothing's there. I pass Peter's house and keep walking in the opposite direction.

No one just showed up and fired a blaster and left right?

Hey, maybe it wasn't a blaster at all and I'm just imagining it.

Maybe I'm just missing space.

Crashing. Excessive crashing. Almost like a fight, back in the direction of Peter's house.

I knew I wasn't going crazy.

I take off in a sprint and follow the crashing around to the fence.

I reach over the fence and put my bag on the ground before backing up a few steps and taking a running jump over the fence. I pick up my bag and rush around the house to see what's going on…

Is that Rocket?

How long has it been since I've seen him in the Milky Way?

"Stop! Whoa! Whao! I know him!" I shout as I run over to them.

Rocket will beat Peter within an inch of his life without realizing it!

"You know him?" Rocket and Peter ask at the exact same time.

They look at each other for a second and Rocket lets go of his shirt and jumps down.

"This… eh…" I squat down, how do I explain this. "This is my mentor."

"Mentor?" Peter repeats looking at Rocket for a second, his mind clearly elsewhere.

I stand up and turn to look at Rocket before Peter can interrupt with questions. "Master Rocket, what are you doing here? I heard the blasted from across the street."

"I told you I'd come find you when we needed you," Rocket explains. "And kid, we need you."

"Just so we're clear you see the talking raccoon too?" Peter asks as he gets to his feet and brushes himself off. "Right?"

"Kid, get your helmet, we've got to go, now." Rocket orders as he walks out to where there is enough space to beam onto the ship.

I can't help but smile. This is exciting I've missed this so much.

"Where are you going?" Peter asks. "And whoa-whoa-whoa, what's going on?"

I put my bag down on the ground and unzip it pulling out my helmet.

Finally, a little action worthy of a Nova.

"I'll explain it to you if I ever see you again." I look at the dead white eyes of the helmet staring back at me before turning it around and standing up, putting the helmet on my head.

This could be anything. I might not be coming back to earth for a long time.

If they seriously need me to help them handle this threat there's got to be a lot at stake.

My costume materializes around me.

"Wait, what? You can't' just…" Peter argues.

I can feel the beam under my feet, it's a familiar sensation.

"Where are you going? Wait!"

Peter fades from sight as the blue glow surrounds us. When it disappears we're in Rocket's ship.

It feels good to be back in space.

This is my home turf.

"What just happened?"

I turn to see Peter standing in the back of the ship.

Rocket's going to kill me…

"You idiot, you complete and total idiot!" Rocket sits down behind the controls, growling as he does.

"What did I do?" Peter asks.

"Get him off my ship." Rocket orders as he starts up the engine.

"What did I do?" I ask.

The ship jerks to the side unexpectedly and Peter and I lose our balance.

"What's happening?" Peter demands.

"It's the Chitauri." Rocket fills us in. "We're under attack."

"Suit up, Pete." I look at Peter and give a nod. "It's go time."

I walk over and lean on the back of Rocket's chair looking at all of the screens.

I doubt Rocket bought this ship off of anybody, but I don't recognize it. And there's no place for a co-pilot.

Of course, there's not. This looks like an escape pod of sorts; space to stand but only one seat to drive.

That might explain how Rocket got it.

"Nick Fury, this is Spider-Man. We're under serious attack." Spider-Man talks into his watch. "No signal. What's going on?"

"Well…" I begin. How should I put this? "This is going to be a bit of a shock but-"

The ship takes another hit and we get thrown onto the walls of the cabin.

"Wait?" Spider-Man looks out the window. "Is that Earth? Does that mean I'm not on it right now?"

The ship takes another hit and I hover to avoid falling. Only landing once Rocket has regained control.

"What did you drag me into?" Spider-Man demands.

"Nobody invited you," I report back.

I look back at the screens as the three ships chasing us fall back.

"Where did they go?" Spider-Man asks.

"They're making room." Rocket explains.

"For what?"

Blinding light comes in the left side windows and I cover my eyes from it.

That' the light from a Space Jump.

"For that."

I look up to see the enormous ship appear from the Space Jump.

All of the screens go light blue and a face appears on him.

"I am Korvac, ruler of worlds." He narrates. "You have incurred my wrath, Guardian. Surrender or be destroyed."

"Who - or what - is that?" Spider-Man asks.

"Eh." Rocket brushes it off. "Don't worry about him."

"You have vexed me across the galaxy, Guardian, surrender now or be-"

Rocket cut off the communication. "Yeah, yeah." He mutters, pushing down on the steering.

We accelerate forward as Rocket engages the weapons.

"I'm going out there and blowing a hole right through that ship."

"No." Rocket doesn't even look up at me.

Why not?

"Wait, you ignore me all the time, but one word from the raccoon and you behave?" Spider-Man asks.

"I'm not a raccoon!" Rocket yells at him.

"To the left! Dodge! Burry! Thrust!" Spider-Man orders.

"You're just saying words!" Rocket informs him.

"It's that or scream my head off!" Webs reports.

The ship stops almost dead in its tracks, throwing Spider-Man and myself forward.

"What now?"

"Tractor beam."

Spider-Man moves from where he was leaning over Rocket's shoulder and looks at me. "First I would like to yell at you for getting me into this mess."

"Me?" I ask him. "Who told you to come here?"

"You always create some disaster that I have to fight my way out of!" Spider-Man goes on. "You always do this."

"Me?" I can't believe we're having this conversation right now.

The door drops inward and several lines of Chitauri stand waiting for us.

"Destroy them." One orders as they hold up their weapons, they are ready to fire.

"Hold on, guys, we're in the middle of something." Spider-Man holds up a finger to the Chitauri.

"Look, can we get into this after we mop the floor with these guys?" I ask him, I need something to physically hit.

"Fine." Spider-Man leans into my face. "But I'm not done with this by a long shot."

"Fine!" I lean into his face.

"Fine!"

"Ok," I look at the Chitauri, who have no idea what to make of our argument. I pull back my arm to punch them. "Let's do this."

We punch out the first two and the rest ready their weapons. "Get them!"

Rocket flies over our heads and lands on the ground in front of us, holding up his arms. "No, no, no, we surrender."

"We do?" Spider-Man asks in complete confusion.

"You drag me all the way out here to surrender?" I demand.

"This is your mentor?" Webs mocks me as he points down at Rocket.

"Just do what he says," I advise him sharply. "He's never wrong."

A Chitauri waves his blaster at me and I put my hands on the back of my head.

Webs copies as the Chitauri surround us and their platform lowers to the floor. They march us along and I keep my eyes peeled.

This is a Chitauri ship. They built this. It wasn't stolen off of anyone.

From what I know about them, they have some pretty dangerous toys, this ship has to be one of these 'toys.'

"You never told me you lived in outer space and had another team!" Webs complains as we walk.

I'm surprised the Chitauri didn't shut him up.

"Oh really?" I ask him, "what about last week at lunch? I was telling you about how we fought the Skrulls in the Andromeda Galaxy."

"Was that when I was studying for a biology test?" Webs asks.

"Yeah, you told me that you had a test in five minutes," I report. "I've also mentioned it plenty of times in Court! You asked me if I knew when lunch was."

"Court is not the time to have a conversation."

"And apparently neither is lunch." I counter. "I've mentioned it when I stayed at your house and we'd play the occasional video game together."

"I don't remember any of that." He says turning to look at me.

"Now hit them!" Rocket orders.

Mistake number one: not taking my Nova helmet away from me.

Man, Chitauri are stupid.

"Wait what?" Spider-Man asks.

I fly up and blast as many as I can while Rocket tackles two at once.

I land next to Rocket as he checks over his blaster.

Spider-Man stands and surveys the damage for a minute before turning to look at us. "Wow, ok, hi-fives everyone."

He holds out his hand and I can't even humor him.

How can he not remember anything I've told him about space?

Ava, Luke, and Danny all would recall me talking about space.

They are all even interested - to an extent!

I follow Rocket as he leads us down another hallway.

"Ok…" Spider-Man continues to talk as he follows us down the corridor. "About this 'other team'?"

Before I can answer Rocket blasts a panel in the wall multiple times with a deafening sound.

"I think you're about to meet them."

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