This is just a fic I decided to make after watching the new spider man movie. Don't take it too seriously. I'm only writing it for fun. I'm not even sure if I'll continue it or not.

Miles stumbled on his feet, as he scrambled himself to look for the path way home, but he couldn't recognise some of the streets that he was looking at.

His dad was in danger, and he needed to act quick. But how could he, when he has no idea what street he was in? He didn't even know if he was in New York anymore.

He picked up his pace, swinging through the desolate city, using the momentum to accelerate himself even faster. Another thread shot itself from his wrist, as he pulled his arm backwards, catapulting himself into the air.

He needed to reach the highest point in that vicinity in order to navigate himself, maybe even identify which street he was in.

As he reached the top of a building, his eyes scanned the environment around him. It looked...vacant. Devoid of any living humans, or maybe even animals! Where are the animals? There should be at least one living organism visible here, right?

Right?

Riiiiiigh-?

His senses flared up, alerting him of the danger from his rear side. He quickly whipped his head, only to see a giant octopus towering above him.

...

Okay. As if he hadn't seen enough freakish creatures enough.

He had no time for this. Time is ticking. If he don't act fast-

A fist lurched forward from beside him, and as it connected, the monster's body bursted out into multiple directions. Miles didn't have time to evade the intestinal matter covering his entire suit.

"W- what the hell?!"

"You alright?" A dry voice asked him. Miles looked to the right, only to see a bald man with a cheap, yellow jumpsuit, a brown buckle wrapped over his waist, and a cape that extends from his shoulder to his feet, "A hero your age shouldn't bite more than he can chew. That's probably a Dragon level monster."

Miles raised his brow. Another superhero? Maybe a Spider-Man? But he didn't have the spider emblem on his chest. He then mustered enough strength to ask, "Um...who are you?"

The man replied with a simple, "Saitama."

Oh.

Wait.

Is he in Tokyo? That name..

Saitama? As in Saitama Prefecture?

"You have an odd choice for a name, mister." Miles jabbed a little.

Saitama's eyes twitched, "You haven't even heard of my hero name yet."

"Oh? I'm curious. Is it Spider-Man?" Miles asked.

"Do I look like a Spider to you?" Saitama replied, "It's Cape.. ba...Caped b- fuck it, we're dropping this, and you still haven't answered my question."

Miles was about to be persistent, but he remembered the task at hand. His dad. In two days, he'll...

"Mister Saitama-"

"Just call me Saitama." The man interrupted, "Don't make me feel like I'm in my aging period, kiddo."

"Okay, Saitama! Uhm..what city are we in?" Miles asked.

Saitama replied, "City Z. Honestly, I'm surprised you don't even know."

"City Z? That's an odd name for a city!"

"Believe me, I know. They're using every alphabet in the dictionary to name any city that they can find. It's uninspiring and boring." Saitama chuckled, "Anyway, why do you ask? You got lost or something?"

Miles nodded rigorously, "That's exactly why! I'm lost! I- I need directions, t- to New York, m- my dad, he's about to die! In two days, to be precise! Please, mister, help m-"

"Yo, yo, calm down," Saitama caressed his back, "Take it slow. You said something about your dad dying?"

"Yes. I don't expect you to believe me, but, it was like some sort of premonition."

"Like a prophecy?" Saitama asked. He knew the deal all too well, "Someone from the Hero Association told you that?"

Miles nodded, "A prophecy! That's the best way to describe it!"

Ugh, I can't believe I'm having a discussion about prophecies, but considering the multiverse bullcrap that I've been dealing with for the past year...

"And- wait, what's the Hero Association?" Miles was interested at first, buqt quickly dropped it, "Nevermind, don't answer. Point is, I need to get back to New York. Something bad is about to happen, and I can't just.."

"Alright, alright, New York city.." Saitama rubbed his chin, "Wait, doesn't sound like any city that I know of. You sure you got the name right?"

Miles nodded, "I'm pretty sure."

Saiyama crouched, thinking deeply into the name, "...never heard of such a city."

"What do you mean-?!"

Oh no..

Does that mean...

I'm in the wrong dimension. I don't have the watch and...I can't go back. Shit!

"Man, Genos's scanning stuff could be handy right now." Saitama said to himself, "Maybe that's a concealed city somewhere? Hold up," Saitama pulled his fliphone from his pocket, "I gotta call someone. Geography is his area of expertise."

Miles held his hands up, "Wait, Saitama, I..I have to say something."

Saitama raised his brow, "Hmm..?"

"I think I might've ended up..on the wrong dimension..?" He said with a sheepish smile, "I know that sounds nonsensical to you-"

"Got it. You're an alien." Saitama came to his own conclusion.

"That's one way of putting it, but, you're half wrong. I'm human, like you, but, you know, from a different dimension- Actually, do you know of any Spider-Man around here? That could be handy." Miles asked.

Saitama rubbed his forehead with his finger, "The closest guy I could think of is that C Class hero. I think his name was 'Humanoid Arachnid Creature, The Web Shooting Hero'."

...what?

What kind of name is that?

"Weird names aside, do you know where he is?"

"He died fighting a tiger level monster." Saitama replied, "I think it was a monster resembling some sort of Goblin."

"Oh." Miles shook his head, "Dammit, I don't have any alternatives.."

Saitama sighed, "Neither do I. Hate to break it to you, but I think you'll be stuck here for some time."

"No, I can't do that." Miles shook his head, "I need to look for something, anything.."

"Well, nothing I can do about it then." Saitama waved at him as he walked away, "Dimensional hopping isn't in my list of duties, so, you best head your way to some other place to settle your prophecy issue."

"Wait! Please, maybe you have connections-"

"Dude, I already said world travelling isn't my forte." Saitama tilted his head towards Miles.

"Y- you're the strongest hero around here, right? There must be something, someone, that you know, that can help me-"

"No." Saitama replied, "I've got enough rattles to deal with. Let alone a brat from another dimension."

"My dad is going to die!"

Saitama looked at him for a moment, before pulling out his phone, putting someone that Miles didn't know of on dial.

"Yo, Genos," Saitama said, "In a tricky situation right now. Can you come here real quick?"

As he closed the phone, he turned over to Miles, gesturing for him to wait. Then, he could hear a metallic clang from behind him.

He looked over to see a blond man sporting a casual shirt walking into their direction.

"Is this where you have been, Sensei?"

"Yeah," Saitama said, "Turns out scavenging for discounts gets you a whole 'nother problem from another dimension."

"Sensei?"

"Him." Saitama pointed at Miles, "I don't know what to do with him."

"Did he bother you, Sensei?" Genos glared at Miles, "If that's the case, then I will swiftly eliminate h-"

Saitama sighed in frustration, "Dude, he's a kid."

"Anyone who bothers Sensei-"

"Will not be murdered or incinerated beyond recognition." Saitama deadpanned, "He just needs to get back to his dimension, and he's expecting a guy like me to help him. You're probably more suited to this job."

"Sensei, as you can see, as capable and versatile my arrays of technologies are, Doctor Stench is unfortunately unable to construct a device that can transport one into another universe."

Saitama threw his hands in the air, "That's exactly the point. Nobody knows how to travel between dimensions here."

"Sensei, I suggest that we shouldn't concern ourselves over such facetious matters. The brat could be a con artist for all we know. There is little to no evidence for the existence of the Multiverse."

Miles was taken aback by that bold accusation, but fair enough.

"No," Saitama declined, "Dude, do you really expect me to leave him behind?"

"Well, to my knowledge, con artists will exploit their victim's financial advantages for their own personal gain, and as far as I'm concerned, you're not doing too well financially-"

"Genos," Saitama put on his usual serious expression, "A hero's job is not to question the people's plea, but to assist regardless of their credibility."

...

"SUCH WISDOM!" The blond cyborg began to violently scribble on his notes.

Pulled that one out of my arse, but at least I managed to make him agree on helping out the kid. Saitama thought.

His attention shifted back to Miles, gesturing for him to follow suit.

They walked back to his apartment..

Where they eventually do nothing.

At all.

Why did he have to wind up with all the sorts of weirdos?