Well this was meant to come out sooner but I got out yet another brand new crossover this year.
So been busy with that one. Be sure to check it out folks. It's called I'm Nobody and it's co-written and co-created with Jebest4781. It's one of the Kingdom Hearts/Mass Effect crossovers that I have been longing to make and with Jebest, we went on a bender just churning out the chapters left and right.
Real proud of it.
Also, guest reviewer that keeps asking when's the next update… there's something called patience dude. Not everything comes right away. Take a page out of Captain America's advise book and wait like a good boy for the chapters to come out like all the readers do. I have more than one story I'm working on in case you weren't aware. Seeing reviews like that makes me want to intentionally slow down. This isn't the only story that I work on, just like how many writers on this sight have multiple stories they work on at once. You constantly badgering them does not help in the process. The more update reviews you do frequently, the less likely it is to be updated. Basically I'll update when I damn well please and your reviews don't encourage me to do so. It makes you come across as selfish. I wanted to step away and work on something new and you constantly complaining about the lack of updates doesn't help with this stories own updates. STOP.
So, rant aside from that, picking up where left off there's quite the conundrum that the Jedi, Clones and Avengers must handle right now.
Biological Warfare is a horrifying thing.
So it's time to get on with it.
Rate Read and Review and as Always Have Nice Day.
Avengers Infinite Wars Chapter 46: These are the years…
-A Film Made By Peter Parker-
A camera turned on, recording the owner of said camera.
It was a young 14 year old kid with brown hair and brown eyes leaning back into his seat with an excited grin on his face.
"Ok," the young teen clapped his hands together excitedly. "So, it's been a few days but~ I know something has changed. Like, Really changed."
He pulled back his shirt to reveal a very well-toned and muscled arm which he promptly flexed.
"I mean, l-look at that!" Peter said excitedly, believing as if it were a dream. "I don't know how this happened but I sure as hell ain't complaining about it."
The boy drummed his fingers along his desk rapidly with his eyes darting about rapidly, conveying his fast paced thought process.
"Alright, alright, so… I remember the school field trip to that lab under that company Oscorp." Peter said. "There was a room filled with these really freaky looking… spiders…"
He blinked momentarily and found himself zoning out suddenly before wincing and rubbed his eyes a moment later.
"Eyes are still taking some adjustments after whatever happened." Peter grunted out, blindly searching for something on his desk.
Finding it, he held it up to the camera and it was a cylindrical device with a lens in the center.
"I've been working on these for a bit now." Peter said, cracking one eye open while the other one he kept on rubbing. "I don't know if they'll exactly work or not but won't know till I find out. I think it should help control the stimulation of it all but I'm not-"
"Peter!" Said a loud male voice from behind his door.
"Oh, crap." Peter scrambled in putting the item in his hand away.
A moment later, a man in his mid-50's entered his room with a bemused face at seeing the cluttered mess of his nephew's room.
"What're ya doing in here, sport?"
"Nothing, Uncle Ben."
The man had brown hair like Peter's yet clear silver on his sides. He looked a bit like an older version of Peter, just a few differences in their facial features.
"I heard talking."
"Eh… I'm trying on doing a vlog."
"One of those web things right?"
Peter groaned aloud, hanging his head with his Uncle chuckling at his response.
"Come on kiddo, let's have some breakfast dinner." Ben said, patting his nephew on the shoulder. "Your Aunt's makin' our favorites."
"Pancakes?!"
The man smiled knowingly. "Yeah, come on before I beat ya to them."
Peter scrambled out of his seat, leaving his phone behind which tilted down and planted face up leaving it recording.
By the time Peter had returned from eating his pancakes, he hadn't realized it was still on and nearly about to die.
"Whoops." Peter remarked. "Forgot about you."
The camera is switched off only to be turned on once more, this time in a completely different area.
It was an alleyway, one of many in the borough of Queens.
Peter was in front of the camera again, propping it up on a nearby garbage bin before stepping back.
"Ok, so, the goggles are sorta working but not really." Peter began, holding up said items in his hand. "I've been trying to figure out what's wrong with them but I think I'm gonna need to find new materials to work around them but I'll save that for later. First, you gotta check this out."
Getting right in front of the camera, Peter held up his fingers as close as he could without it losing focus.
"I dunno if you can see it or not. Maybe I can make that happen but I've noticed these really tiny… I dunno legs, spikes on my fingers." Peter said, not quite sure himself. "But check out what I can do!"
Picking up his phone, he had a small strap headband that he placed around his head, attaching his phone to the center.
Approaching a nearby wall, Peter momentarily looked up at the brick structure before exhaling.
Reaching forward, he placed one hand on the wall and shifted his hand a bit as if making sure it was secure.
Detecting that he was, Peter placed his other hand on the wall and slowly lifted himself forward.
Bit by bit, he began to get higher and higher with him beginning to laugh in astonishment.
"Hah Haa! I'm climbing!" Peter said in pure elation as he looked down, his phone camera capturing at how high he had gotten.
He was practically seven stories off the ground by this point. He didn't even realize he had gotten so high!
Yet his moment of excitement changed into one of annoyance as a pigeon flew across his face, startling him.
"Shoo! Shoo!"
The bird started flailing across his face, causing Peter to lean too far back as he waved both of his arms.
It went too far as he lost focus and lost his "grip" on the wall.
As a result, he fell.
"Oh no."
Peter cried out, flailing as plummeted to the ground below.
Reaching out, he soon grasped a clothing line.
With the sudden yank of his weight, the clothesline broke causing Peter to swing towards the opposing wall.
He cried out in horror as the wall grew closer.
Soon enough, he crashed onto the brick wall and tumbled down after a resounding smack. He spun a few times before his back landed on the hood of a parked car. After the impact, he rolled off and fell face first onto the concrete pavement.
From the perspective of the camera, the screen was cracked yet it was still recording as Peter slowly got up.
In an instant, his hand flew to-
"My back…"
Trying to stand up straight, he felt a sharp pain.
"MY BACK!"
Looking around, Peter spotted his phone and hobbled over to it. Picking it up, he didn't bother turning it off as he was limping out of the alleyway, all the while muttering about finding a chiropractor.
The next time the camera was operational, Peter was presently wearing a makeshift outfit consisting of a red ski mask, a red hoodie, a light blue sweatshirt and sweatpants combo, red fingerless gloves and red boots.
"Ok," Peter murmured.
He had his phone strapped to his chest this time as he held up his arms.
On them were large gauntlets of some kind that looked as though they were put together with every scrap of metal Peter was able to get his hands on.
"I've been testing the tensile strength for a few weeks now." Peter muttered; voice slightly scratchy due to the audio being a bit damaged. "After some failed attempts in my room, I believe I got the balance right. Granted, I should've done it outside in order to save me hours of cleaning, but too late now."
Peter approached the edge of the roof he stood on and faced the city of Manhattan before him.
He had already done a few preliminary runs in his home borough but this right here would be his ultimate test.
Swinging his arms back and forth, Peter began shaking his head while muttering to himself that he got this. He had it in the bag.
All he had to do was just… make that jump forward.
After a few seconds, Peter instantly turned and began to walk away only to halt.
From the phone camera POV, it recorded as Peter held up his arms with his latest inventions strapped to his wrists and clenched his fists tightly.
A second later, he snapped back in the direction to the city and instantly sprinted forward at full speed.
With a mighty jump forward, Peter's arms were windmilling about until he threw one arm forward and from his wrist gauntlets came a line of webbing that attached itself to the closest building.
Feeling his entire body tense up, Peter clenched his web tightly and proceeded to swing at gathering speeds until he found himself floating in the air briefly.
Instantly, he fired another web and began to swing once more until he repeated the process over and over and over until-
"WOOOOOHOOOOO!"
The pure joy of feeling the wind rippling across his body was exhilarating.
He then began to get more and more daring, performing elaborate flips, twists and acrobatics he had no idea he was capable of pulling off.
The camera then shifted into one of him in an underground wrestling arena, the sounds of people cheering for the chaos.
Peter was wearing his homemade suit as he stood before the clerk who didn't even bother to look up from her table.
"Got a name, kid?"
"The Human-Spider."
The lady paused in her work and took a moment to look up at the young teen giving him an unimpressed look.
"Really now?"
"Uh… yeah, yeah." Peter said more confidently and moments later as he readied himself for his match...
"Give it up for The Amazing Spiderman!" The ring announcer said boisterously.
"It's Human-Spider-"
"Don't care."
Peter was shoved forward into the ring where he stood face to face with Crusher Hogan who easily towered over him.
The young teen could only let out what was a tiny squeak of fear as the larger human cracked his neck and knuckles.
"Uh… I don't suppose we can't be friends, right?"
Crusher Hogan only huffed aloud in amusement as the ring announcer only added to the mounting dread.
"Please lock the cage at this time."
"Whoa! Whoa! I did not sign up for a cage match!"
The ring announcer merely shook his head dismissively as Peter slowly turned back to his opponent.
"You ain't goin' nowhere. I got you for three minutes! Three minutes of play time!"
The moment when the bell rang, Crusher Hogan charged forward.
"Nope."
Leaping into the air, Peter flipped and grasped onto the cage bars high above so he wouldn't get tackled by the wrestler. This caused Crusher to crash into the cage, who soon tumbled onto the ring mat.
Boos were made not long after.
Getting back onto his feet, the wrestler glared at Peter. "What are you doing?"
"Staying away from you."
"Come down here now and take it like a man!"
"...Well if you insist."
Leaping down, Peter soon collided against the wrestler as the camera went out.
Once again, the camera perspective changed, showing a fuming Peter Parker.
"Typical." The boy growled. "Typical Parker luck. I get in there, win the whole stupid match and walk away with only 300 bucks when I should've… gotten…"
He found himself trailing off as he gazed ahead with him momentarily shifting the camera forward to see a large crowd ahead of him.
Peter held his phone to the side as he got closer to the crowd until he began pushing through.
Several police officers told him to stop when-
"THAT'S MY UNCLE!"
Peter's phone fell from his hand as the boy rushed to his Uncle.
The camera was facing up towards the crowd of people where it was left behind as the audio barely registered Uncle Ben's words but it picked up the distressed cries of Peter just clearly.
"What happened?!"
"Carjacking." A police officer said somberly.
As the phone audio picked up on Peter crying, one police officer spoke up.
"They got the shooter. He's headed south on fifth avenue, we got three cars in pursuit of him."
The phone was picked up not long after as its owner shut off the video feed in order to make a call while also going for a run.
The next time the camera came back on, months had passed.
It was the start of another school year with Peter casually sitting atop a rooftop while his camera recorded him eating his lunch.
"Been… been a while since I've done one of these and…" The superhero vigilante only hung his head. "Ah forget it."
He reached out to his phone and shut it off.
The next time the camera was on, it showed a more elated Peter Parker.
"Holy crap, I can't believe I'm here of all places and I'm not getting in trouble for entering the premises… let alone sticking along the building's many many windows." Peter squeed with the biggest smile on his face. "This has gotta be one of the greatest days of my life!"
Bringing the camera around for a better shot, it focused more on a building with a large "A" near the very top.
"Me, Peter Parker, has been requested to join the Avengers by Tony Stark himself! How awesome is that?!"
The level of excitement was quite difficult for him to fully verbalize. Instead, he opted for a few flips which turned into going out for a near hour long web swinging session.
It eventually captured the incomprehensible awe of him getting a brand new spider suit whilst also meeting another superhero that Stark had recruited.
The Devil of Hell's Kitchen!
How cool was that?!
From within Peter's new suit, the built in camera was recording him perched atop a building with him gazing down at another vigilante clad in darker reds and a lot more black.
"What are you doing?" Asked the blind superhero.
"Uh… Nothing…" He responded innocently.
"Doesn't sound like 'nothing'." Came Matt Murdock's flat response.
"Er… ya see I… vlog… sometimes…"
The older hero sighed aloud, hanging his head slightly. "Whatever you're doing, please stop. We're on a mission right now and you need to focus."
"Ah come on, other people don't have to see this but I at least want our kids to know we did cool things."
"It's the point of the matter and a breach of security if someone were to tamper with this 'vlog' of yours."
"Who'd wanna breach the security of a fifteen year old kid?"
"No, it's who would want to breach the security of Spiderman."
"That's not… not not a good point."
"Don't make me come over there and take it from you."
"Right…"
"Or I could tell Stark-"
"He kinda already knows."
Daredevil only hung his head.
"Fine.. let's just… let's go."
…
…
…
Peter switches on his camera as he now stood within a brand new room of his.
"Ok… so…" the boy gazed at his reflection, mask still on. "I… I am in space! And that's where the other Avengers went off to! Can you believe it?! I'm in space with the Avengers! And… we somehow are wrapped up… in a war… with robots and clones."
The boy began to gush about.
"This is like every nerd's dream! And I'm living it!"
A moment later, he heard knocking at his door where a now familiar female voice to him spoke on the other end.
"Peter, is everything alright in there?"
"Oh uh… yeah, yeah, come in Ahsoka, please quickly."
The Tortuga soon walked into the room with a questioning look on her face.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked in confusion.
"Well, I'm talking to myself for a recording of a vlog."
"A vlog?"
"Video log, or a video journal."
"Oh." Ahsoka nodded her head. "What for?"
"Cause this is awesome. Not a lot of people from my planet can say they've been to space and met a thousand new species in one week." Peter bluntly stated earning a small laugh out of his new friend that he made.
Ahsoka laughed aloud at her friend's exuberant answer.
"I guess so."
Once again, the camera cut, this time within Peter's point of view with the web head swinging around the bustling city planet of Coruscant.
"WOOOOOO!"
It was obvious to any who would watch the recording just how much Peter was enjoying this right about now.
Then again, it's not every day a Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman would be wall-crawling and web-swinging across a city on an alien planet.
And he wasn't just doing this for the thrill ride.
Though it has taken some getting used to, Peter had several reasons for doing this.
One, being the obvious is that it was fun and he wanted to experience the multi-thousand faceted culture of the planet for as long as he was able to.
Two was to learn about all the species and get a better understanding of this place in regard to the current residence of the Avengers being the Jedi Temple.
Three is simply that he felt at peace in web swinging as well as patrolling and helping those in need.
And fourth and finally was coming up right now at this building that was marked for him.
Arriving at a building, he reached behind him and grabbed something he had strapped to his back.
The door opened to reveal a blue headed alien that reminded him of Earth's earliest rendition of alien life. He believed these were called Duros.
Peter held up a metallic bin.
"Order up." Peter said cheerfully. "Guran's delivery service."
"Hey, thanks." the Duros said happily, taking the bin out of his hands.
He added a small tip for the New York native, making Peter nod in appreciation before going back out into the city skyline.
The recording flashed through several more instances, showing off Peter meeting with the Coruscant guard for and introducing him to the delicacies of donuts (Took him several tries to get the recipe right), within a ship with several Clones from the 501st, fighting alongside Sam and Pietro, fighting with The Avengers, Jedi and Clones on various planets
The last video was Peter recording himself sitting in the middle between his two friends that he had become quite close to over the course of his stay here on Coruscant and in the galaxy overall.
"Hey May, it's Pete." Peter said, waving at the camera. "I don't know if this will ever reach you or find its way to you somehow but I just wanted to leave this mess…"
Peter slumped slightly in his seat while letting out a sigh.
Ahsoka and Barriss exchanged looks with each other before taking over for their friend.
"Hello Ms. May." Ahsoka said cheerfully. "Your nephew is alright here; we've been helping take care of him while he stays here."
"He's been a wonderful friend to the both of us." Barriss added on with a serene smile.
-Scene Cut-
Upon the lush planet of Naboo, within the swamplands below, several individuals stood upon a platform with expressions of panic and horror etched upon their faces.
Next to them, a mad scientist was cackling about with sadistic glee as he rambled on and on about the "liberation" of the Blue Shadow Virus.
"You are all Doomed." Dr. Nuvo Vindi cackled in maddening glee. "The Virus has been freed and the planet shall fa-"
The mad scientist was effectively silenced with a swift punch straight to the jaw courtesy of War Machine.
Anakin went for his comms in an instant. "Ahsoka, what's going on down there? Are you alright?"
Down with his Padawan, she, along with Barriss, Natasha, Captain Rex and several other clones were running at top speeds away from an oncoming blue cloud that was barreling straight towards them.
"The facility is compromised." Ahsoka answered into her wrist comms.
"Get to the safe room! C'mon!" Barriss yelled out, pointing ahead of them.
The blue mist was like a tidal wave, crashing through the corridors rather quickly. One by one, many doors were swiftly closing up prior to the gas reaching them.
"There's the safe room!" Captain Rex shouted.
"No chance!"
"Hurry! The doors are closing!"
In an instant, the doorway was halted.
Looking beside her, Natasha gazed at the two padawans using the Force to keep it from closing.
"Don't worry." Barriss said evenly.
"Get inside, now!" Ahsoka barked out.
When the last of the clones got in, Natasha quickly jumped through the gap.
Once through, Rex called out to the padawans. "Hurry!"
They nodded as they saw a pair of clones keeping the safe room door open with all their strength. Once letting go of the Force, the two teens saw the clones quickly struggle to pry the door open.
It wasn't long before the padawans leaped through the gap. Once through, the clones let go as the panels snapped shut.
In mere moments, the comms flared to life.
"Please tell me you guys are alright."
Natasha was the first to respond. "We're alright. We're in a safe room for the time being. But I'm concerned about a few things."
"Being what exactly?" Ahsoka asked.
"The remaining droids down here, for starters. They'll no doubt try to break out."
"We'll need to do what we can to stop them." Barriss stated.
"But we don't have any protective suits to ward off the virus." Ahsoka pointed out worriedly.
"We can't let that virus escape or else Naboo will suffer." Barriss countered.
"And what's the other thing you're worried about?" Rex noted.
"...I saw some of the virus get in here." Natasha said rather grimly. "The door didn't close fast enough."
-Scene Cut-
"Making a cure might take too long." Steve pointed out. "We're on borrowed time now."
"What can we do right now then?" Peter asked worriedly. "Everyone down there is sick with this blue virus thing and Vindi said there's no cure to it."
The Jedi and Captain didn't get a chance to answer as War Machine and Luminara returned from their quick reconnaissance around the underground base.
"Everything alright?" Anakin asked straight away.
"Whatever that explosion was, it didn't cause any surface level breaches." Rhodey stated.
"For the moment, the situation is under control." Luminara said calmly.
"As much as it can be." Anakin muttered under his breath; teeth clenched in anger.
Seeing his frustration, Steve evenly spoke to the young Jedi knight. "Patience, Anakin. We'll find a way to save them."
"Easy for you to say, Steve."
"It's not." Steve shot back. "But we gotta keep a level head here. Otherwise, it'll just lead us to rash decisions."
Much as he loathed to admit it, Steve was right.
Obi-wan, having seen this, nodded approvingly as he spoke up.
"First off, we need to get Vindi back to the capital and figure things out from there."
"Any ideas would be rather helpful. Because right now, none come to mind." Anakin said bitterly.
"Well, we're dealing with a virus right?" Peter brought up. "One that was taken out thousands of years ago. So that means there's gotta at least be a cure. Dr. Evil must have some knowledge about it."
"Or perhaps none at all." Kenobi said.
"Could we perhaps look through some old archives on the solution back then?" War Machine asked.
Luminara shook her head. "That would take too long, combing through all that information."
Anakin's frown deepened. "Then what can we do? Cause right now, it doesn't look like we have a lot of options."
It was at this time that Peter snapped his fingers, expression conveying realization.
"Maybe we can track down that helmeted guy and those Acolytes." Peter said. "I bet they know something. Maybe even they got a cure."
The grownups looked to him in confusion.
"What makes you say that?" War Machine inquired.
"And how can we do that?" Anakin asked a moment later.
"I placed a tracker on one of their ships." Peter said proudly.
"...And you're telling us this now?" came the flat question from Master Kenobi.
Peter faltered slightly. "Er… yeah. Sorry, kinda forgot about it. Got caught up in it all."
Steve sighed aloud but held a small understanding look.
"Alright. We drop off Vindi and along the way, get that signal up and running Peter. We can't waste any precious time now." Steve said.
"We're taking a rather big gamble on this; you know that, right?"
"What choice do we have."
-Scene Cut-
Once dropping the Separatist scientist back at the palace, the team immediately traveled back to the Republic ship in orbit in order to project a course towards Rumlow's signal.
Luminara and War Machine had stayed behind on Naboo, setting up a small "camp" of sorts near the underground base and kept in constant contact with their trapped friends and allies. They had to make sure that should any droid escape or breaches appear on the surface that they were to keep the Virus from getting out at all cost.
The fate of Naboo depended on it.
Thus, that left the four man squad of Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi in tracking down Rumlow.
Currently, the four stood within Anakin's flagship the Resolute on the bridge around the holo-table.
Peter had set up a link between his suit and the ship's systems
The teen from Earth was so glad he was able to get his tracers to effectively work well. With help of the Republic ship, tracking the signal was boosted significantly.
"Alright." Peter had his mask on as the HUD displayed his tracer. "It's a bit shotty but, I think I have an idea where Rumlow flew off to."
Looking at the coordinates, the Jedi master presently onboard was able to see where their destination was located.
"Nar Shaddaa?" Anakin said aloud in surprise. "That's in Hutt Space!"
"Allied territory, right?" Steve asked, unsure of this.
"Not exactly." Obi-wan said with a frown. "Much as the Hutts have a great deal of control, Nar Shaddaa has always been a difficult moon to reign in."
"The Smugglers Moon, it's called." Anakin added. "The capital moon for trade in Hutt space. It's the crime capital of that controlled territory. We may be allied with the Hutts…"
"But I seldom believe we'll be welcomed there with open arms." Obi-wan stated, arms crossed.
"Looks like Rumlow chose the place properly then." Steve remarked. "At a time like this, it's something neither of us will really care for."
"Finding him won't be as easy." Obi-wan said. "You have the tracer on his ship, not his person. Who knows how we can find him."
"What's this planet like anyway?" Peter found himself asking.
"Like Coruscant." Anakin answered straight away. "Just completely lawless, crime ridden and polluted to the bone. They may say that there is order but that's just the Hutts and it's loose at best. Really, so long as you don't incur the wrath of the Hutts, it's free reign on Nar Shaddaa."
"Sounds like Chicago." Peter couldn't help but comment.
"If we are indeed going to the planet that had not submitted to any rule in the past, then we must go there and tread lightly." Obi-wan said. "Finding who we are looking for will not be an easy task whatsoever."
Anakin crossed his arms with a deep frown marring his face. "Are you guys sure about this? There's nothing else we can think of?"
"Nar Shaddaa is not far in terms of travel and it's within Republic controlled space… technically." Kenobi said.
"Can't we just… find a way of getting the ingredients necessary for creating a cure?" Anakin asked.
"You saw what Typho showed us, Anakin." Steve reminded him. "Going into Separatist controlled space isn't exactly ideal right now."
"This feels like a serious gamble." Skywalker let out a discontent sigh, ruffling his hair momentarily.
"Um… what does your… Force thing say about all this?" Peter found himself asking, the two Jedi staring blankly at him.
Undeterred, he went on. "You know, shouldn't it be giving you a push or a nudge? Like a guide or-"
Despite himself and the situation, Obi-wan found himself chortling aloud.
"Well, no, Peter not exactly." Obi-wan said in mirth. "That's not how the Force works necessarily."
Steve let out a small 'hmph' in amusement with a shake of his head.
"We can't waste any more time here as is."
Anakin nodded with a determined expression present now. "He's right. We need to get to Nar Shaddaa now. Our friends are relying on us."
"I do believe a more subtle approach is required then." Obi-wan said. "Going in with a Venator towards a crime ridden planet would attract immediate attention and Rumlow would undoubtedly flee at the sight of it."
"Agreed." Steve nodded.
"Then we'll take the Twilight."
-Scene Cut-
Within Hutt Space, a lone starship appeared out from Hyperspace, flying towards a planet that had so many lights upon its surface that it was visible to be seen in space.
"There she is." Anakin announced from the pilot's seat of the Twilight.
"Nar Shaddaa." Obi-wan said a moment after. "The Smuggler's Moon most call it."
"That's not what we used to call it." Anakin said with a derisive snort.
"Used to?" Peter said, glancing over to the Jedi Knight.
Skywalker grimaced to himself, looking away from the others for a brief moment before letting out a relenting sigh.
"Back on Tatooine, where I lived before I got brought to the Jedi Temple." Anakin revealed.
"Tatooine?" Peter muttered. "Where's that?"
"Outer Rim." Anakin said. "And if you're wondering, we called this place Little Slugland cause of the Hutt's control over it."
Skywalker's tone was one that conveyed that he wanted to finish discussing this topic here with the others acquiescing to his silent request. Steve and Peter exchanged looks before they both turned over to Obi-wan who was silently gazing at his former pupil until he faced the planet they were descending towards now.
They eventually found a landing pad to land on, having not needed any sort of clearance.
Upon arriving on the moon of Nal Hutta, the group was hit with a wave of unusual smells, overly bright lights and a creeping sense that they were now targeted.
Not because they had done something to upset someone.
Simply due to the fact of them being here and that was how things were operated around here.
An unsettling thought to say the least.
"Well now… this is… quaint." Steve said dryly as he surveyed the area around him.
It was indeed like Coruscant, being one large city. Yet when seeing it up close, the group could see how polluted and dangerous it was.
The more legitimate businesses were located on the higher levels of the planet while the seedier ones were located further down below.
And legitimate would be putting it kindly all things considered.
The underground areas were where the crime syndicates come and go as they rise and fall every so often.
It is a good place to get illucid goods, transportation and information.
Mostly by means of aggressive or immoral tactics.
All in all, not a very savory place for any Jedi or Avenger to find themselves in.
"So this is Nar Shaddaa." Obi-wan said, taking a moment to survey their surroundings.
"What's that smell?" Peter asked, crinkling his nose beneath his mask.
"What smell? The pollution, festering and rampant corruption, shady businesses or rotting bodies likely nearby?" Anakin asked rhetorically.
"Well that got dark real fast there, Anakin." Peter said with a dry voice.
"Let's get moving." Steve said. "Rather not stick around here."
"Agreed." Kenobi nodded, the group walking away from their ship as many eyes were on them now.
As the group began their walk through the streets of Nar Shaddaa, they did so with a cautious tension as they had kept their guard up as they knew they were in a hostile environment.
All around them were either criminals, bounty hunters, pirates, smugglers, opportunists and every other scum of society.
What the group was aware of, while they were tracking a rogue mercenary from Earth, there was another native Earther here on Nar Shaddaa at this very moment.
On one of the lower levels, a human with a scruffy chinstrap beard was currently sitting at a table within a shop he had set up that was a front to a more elaborate operation behind the scenes. Basically, any other business here on Nar Shaddaa.
Currently, this man had a purplish chunk of metal in his hands and he gave it a deep whiff.
"Ah~" The man exhaled with a satisfied look on his face. "Perfectly made. So glad that you managed to procure this for me."
"If I had known you would do that, I would have gotten you some Spice." Said a gruff Quarren.
The bearded man let out a mad cackle.
"Like that can give me the high that I want." He said with a mad glee, holding up the metal in his hand. "This is what I want."
The man then grabbed the metal in hand with his other rather plastoid looking hand. It suddenly shifted and segmented apart to reveal its robot interior which stored the metal inside.
"Now then." The man said, eyeing the multitude of individuals within his shop. "What's our next order of-"
"We've got Republic dogs here!" said a voice from the front of his shop, prompting many to look over at the newcomer in concern. "Jedi dogs."
In an instant, many of those present began scrambling to leave and get out of sight and out of mind.
The man looked on in utter confusion when they were scrambling to vacate the area.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you all doing?" the man with the advanced robotic arm barked aloud in irritation. "We've still got business to conduct."
"No way, we gotta go. Jedi are here."
"What in the hell are you on about? What the fuck are Jedi?"
"Them." the man he was speaking with pointed behind him.
Whirling around, the man with the robotic arm froze upon spotting four men walking on the opposite end of a pathway.
"It's those guys with those silver hilts on their belts."
The man wasn't really focused on the Jedi, but on their companions.
"Avengers…" He muttered under his breath.
He would've played it cool and not really acknowledge them, yet he spotted the youngest among them.
He clearly remembered seeing him when he was last back on Earth prior to ending up in this galaxy.
"Spider-man…"
With that, he needed to quickly pack up his belongings and skedaddle before he could get caught by the likes of them.
To think that he'd see him here.
The man shook his head. Right now, it was better that he got out of here.
Whenever Avengers were around, chaos was sure to follow and he would very much rather not be caught up in it as he had several times in the past.
All the while, the two Jedi and two Avengers were wandering about rather aimlessly as they weren't exactly sure where to go around this crime ridden city.
"Where do we even start?" Steve asked, looking around as he saw multiple shady individuals.
"Not entirely sure." Anakin admitted. "This is Nar Shaddaa we're talking about. We can't exactly walk around and just ask people if they've seen who we're looking for."
"What can we do then?" Peter inquired, glad that he was wearing his mask right now as this place was really giving him the creeps. "I'd rather not split up really."
"We're not going to unless we must." Obi-wan said, keeping a vigilant eye around them.
Anakin hummed to himself in thought. "Peter, is your tracker still working?"
"Uh, yeah, it is."
"Then we'll find the ship and go from there." The Jedi declared. "They may have left the ship behind but it's a start. They would possibly be nearby. If not, we'll ask around from there."
Peter quickly accessed his tracing function in his suit, his mask HUD alighting a path for him to follow with the web-head taking the lead as he ran forward with the others following after him.
As they followed the tracers signal, the reason for them being here were currently within a dingy and worn down warehouse with the ship they had utilized on a separate platform some distance away from the warehouse.
Inside the warehouse were only four individuals rather than the original group of five that had initially arrived on Nar Shaddaa.
The one that had departed separately from the group was one of the Sith Acolytes who had been sent to reconvene with their Master Dooku and deliver a vital item that would undoubtedly assist the CIS in the war.
Currently, only three Acolytes and one deadly mercenary occupied the quarters of said mercenary as they watched him with glares of mistrust.
Rumlow saw alone at a table he had set up for himself with his helmet and enhanced hydraulic gauntlets off.
Currently, he was repairing some damage he had sustained during his time on Naboo.
To be expected really when dealing with Jedi and the damned Avengers.
"Hey, are you even listening to us?" said an aggravated and an annoyed female voice.
The former HYDRA agent merely rolled his eyes, continuing to weld a part of his gauntlet back together.
A moment later, the gauntlet in hand flew out from his own and into the hand of an irritated female Sith Acolyte Zabrak.
"Listen to me when I'm talking to-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence as she felt a knife pressed to her neck suddenly.
"What part of me not giving a rats ass about being part of this war did you not understand the first time I told you idiots?" Rumlow snarled, his burnt face adding to his intimidating aura.
Kadrian Sey only snarled back until the two were promptly separated by the former Jedi Master Prosset Dibs.
"Enough." Prosset stated with a firm voice, pushing Kadrian away from Rumlow. "The last thing that we need is to fight and attract unwanted attention."
Behind the Acolyte was a very loud and noticeable snort of arrogance.
"What would the rabble outside do to us?" Rodri said in a smug tone. "We're on a crime ridden planet for Force-sakes. No one would bother looking into whatever commotion we make unless we pissed off one of the leaders of this moon."
"It's for that very reason we shouldn't attract unneeded attention." Prosset Dibs snapped. "Say what you will but this moon is under the direct control of the Hutts. The same Hutts that are currently allied with the Republic so mind yourself around these parts."
"Why are we even staying here?" Kadrian asked aloud in aggravation. "We already sent Valen to Dooku to deliver the vial of the virus. I would have thought we would have left by now."
"You know why." Prosset said, now turning to Rumlow who had returned to his workstation. "He's grown attached to the cure."
"Then why not just take it from him?" Rodri asked with a small snarl.
"Try it freak." Rumlow said without looking at the Acolyte. "You won't like what happens."
"What's to stop us from killing you?" Kadrian said with an intense glare.
"Lots of things."
"You're just saying that to delay the inevitable. A pathetic ploy."
Brock looked up at the Zabrak with an unimpressed look. "You do realize that the Avengers who have kicked all your ass's to the curb are the same group of people I can actually fight on even ground. And your Force shit doesn't affect me the way it does most things now does it?"
Sey's brow twitched in anger at that reminder.
Sad to say, but Rumlow was right, given the previous experiences a few of the acolytes had with the Earthers. The Force hardly works on them.
Dooku spoke of the void that Rumlow and the Avengers seem to have around them, proving it difficult to affect these individuals with typical Force powers.
Granted, Rumlow had been affected by abilities such as push and pull but it was rather difficult to fully pull it off on him. Him being void of the Force gave him a sort of defensive measure that was difficult to get around.
Only individuals strong or knowledgeable in the Force like their Master Dooku were able to have a more visible result upon the mercenary.
Currently, the Acolytes had remained behind here via instruction of the Count to watch over Rumlow. They were to await the arrival of a Separatist shuttle to deliver credits directly to him whilst he handed over the cure to the Blue Shadow Virus.
He knew that having such an item on him would barter more than he had been initially recruited for so they were forced to wait here.
The room soon grew silent for a time when-
"DIBS!"
Hearing the sudden sound in the distance, a number of them blinked in confusion.
"Dibs?"
Closing her eyes, the Zabrak acolyte focused through the Force.
"I sense something… a familiar-"
*THWIP*
"I found them!"
The group whirled around to the source and found a blue and red human projectile zooming right towards them. And hanging from his arm was a man carrying a blue lightsaber.
Moments later, the pair crashed into the hideout with another pair rushing in soon after.
"Jedi!" Rodri exclaimed, igniting his lightsaber in time as he clashed with one Anakin Skywalker.
"Avengers!" Prosset Dibs yelled out, his own saber bouncing off against the shield of Captain America.
"Jerkwads!" Spider-man said, swinging straight at Rumlow who deftly armed himself with his gauntlets and kicked up the table he was using to repair them.
The table flew at Spiderman who caught it with a web line and he spun it around in the air and flung it back at Crossbones.
Rumlow simply swung his armored fist at full force, the hydraulic gauntlet shattering the table into pieces before he swung again in time to catch Spider-man dead in the chest.
The young hero flew backwards, inadvertently crashing into Prosset Dibs with the two sailing away.
Cap, who had been fighting Dibs, blinked momentarily before he heard running footsteps coming straight for him.
"Nice to see ya so soon, Cap!"
Steve spun around and raised his shield in time to absorb the impact of the boosted punch sent his way.
"You too, Rumlow." Stressed out the Super Soldier. He shoved the fist back and his own fist collided with Crossbones' though that proved to be a mistake as the hydraulic fist overpowered Steve's, sending him flying back.
Obi-wan currently clashed with Kadrian Sey, the Jedi Master calmly blocking all of the Zabraks erratic swings.
"You've improved, Sey." Obi-wan said in a cordial manner, deflecting an overhead swing.
The Sith Acolyte only growled in response, a mad smirk appearing on her face.
"There would have been a time where I would find great satisfaction in hearing such praise from the great Obi-wan Kenobi." She rebuked, going for a horizontal strike that was parried by the Jedi Master. "But now, it will only serve in my vindication when I bring you down."
"It is important to have aspirations in this galaxy." Obi-wan said, clashing with Kadrians saber and the two momentarily entering a struggle. "But be sure to keep them in a realistic sense."
Pushing her off, she had her lightsaber raised over her head which gave Obi-wan the opening in force pushing her away into a nearby wall.
She felt pain erupt from her back yet the Zabrak landed on her feet, quickly rebounding and jumping towards the Jedi Master.
Yet, before she could even reach him, she felt something snag her back and flung her back and she found herself encased in webbing that immobilized her completely.
"Appreciated, my young Padawan." Obi-wan said cheekily.
Peter only gave his pseudo-mentor a thumbs up as he swung towards Cap and Rumlow whilst Obi-wan ran to assist Anakin who was currently fighting off the other two Acolytes by himself.
Steve, all the while, was locked in a fierce hand to hand engagement with Rumlow with the mercenary fighting in a particularly ruthless and relentless manner.
All the strikes and blows Steve had delivered upon him were either brushed off or ignored with the man only increasing his ferocity.
"That all you got, Rogers?!" Rumlow asked with a rhetorical headbutt to the good Captain who was momentarily dazed from the hit.
Steve grit his teeth and quickly headbutted in retaliation, following that up with a series of punches and a powerful shield swing to his face.
The last hit was enough to lift Crossbones off his feet, landing hard on his back.
And out from his armored vest fell out a small vial that landed on the floor.
Peter, seeing the vial roll across the ground, was quick to act.
"Yoink!"
Firing a web line, it connected onto the cure. Pulling back, Peter had it flying right towards him.
Yet the line was quickly cut through a red lightsaber before it's owner snatched the vial.
"I'll be taking that, boy." Prosset Dibs said, holding up the vial.
"Oh no you don't." Anakin yelled out, performing a flip that went into a downward swing that Dibs blocked with a strain of his one arm.
A moment later, Dibs had the vial snatched out from his hand by Obi-wan who was then met with the large form of the Acolyte Rodri attempting to decapitate him.
The attack was enough to distract Kenobi as Dibs had pushed Anakin back and Force pulled the vial out of Obi-wan's hand.
However, once again, the vial was ensnared by Spider-man's webbing with it reaching the young teen successfully this time.
He was then met with Kadrian Sey who had freed herself from his webbing thanks to her lightsaber though there was a noticeable burn upon her left bicep.
Her sudden appearance in front of Peter made him momentarily fumble with the vial and it fell out of his hand.
Thankfully, it was close enough to the ground where it landed without any cracks appearing.
All eight fighters within the hideout promptly went for a mad dash towards the vial.
Some combatants unintentionally knocked each other over, others did when it came to their opposing side.
Prosset reached out to summon the vial to his hand via the force only for it to be yanked away by a web line from Peter.
Crossbones shoulder pushed Anakin out of the way when he was promptly struck in the back of his head by Cap throwing his shield.
Kadrian and Rodri lunged for the vial with the two Jedi doing the same in turn.
Anakin and Obi-wan together swung their azure blades to meet with the crimson sabers of Sey and Rodri.
When their lightsabers clashed, the respective Force users quickly threw out their available hands towards each other.
In an instant, both sides struggled to prevail over the other as they were pushing against each other on two fronts. Parts of their immediate surroundings were beginning to shake and break apart.
It was only with a small distraction, courtesy of Cap's shield bouncing off part of their lightsabers did Obi-wan win the bout in sending his opponent back across the warehouse. Soon after, the elder Jedi was free to assist his former padawan to overwhelm his own opponent.
"Blasted Jedi." Rodri hissed out when his mouth was covered by a glob of web. A second later, multiple webs were shot at him which hit multiple parts of his body.
By the end, he was sent towards a nearby wall and was completely entrapped in a giant web with every part of his body save for his nose and eyes being covered in webs.
"That'll take care of him for now."
Gritting his teeth, Brock saw this was becoming a lost cause now.
Prosset Dibs and Kadrian were fighting back against the two Jedi and Captain America though he could tell it was only a matter of time until the trio overpowered the Acolytes. One had already been taken care of courtesy of the youngest Avenger.
He knew what he'll about to set off would burn several bridges with the Separatists, but all of this was not worth ending up in a galactic prison.
Typing a command on his wrist device, he booked it. Once reaching a far off wall, he broke through a false covering before flipping a switch to have a metal covering slide into the opening. The moment it closed, he pulled out a detonator and pressed the button.
With him in the clear now, Crossbones ran towards his spare shuttle with moments to spare for what will befall onto the warehouse.
*KRACKABOOOM*
A chain reaction went off as the ceiling, the support beams and the very foundation of the entire warehouse started exploding.
"Oh come on." Peter bemoaned aloud. "Really? Again? That's a cheap trick and you know it!"
The entire area shook violently as multiple explosions went off inside and outside the warehouse.
"Damn that merc!" Kadrian snarled.
"We need to leave now!" Prosset said, quickly rushing over to the still trapped Rodri and with Sey, freed him.
The floor started to crumble underneath them all, causing many to quickly use the Force to leap high into the air to get to safety before making a mad dash out of the building.
The acolytes knew they'd be hunting down Rumlow for this act of betrayal at a later time, but for now they needed to make themselves scarce so neither would be captured by the Republic forces.
Speaking of the two Jedi were quick to use the Force to help throw Steve up high so he could land a reasonable distance away. Once landing he made his way towards the nearest exit.
As this went on, Obi-wan went to follow after the Captain with Anakin not far behind.
Yet when he looked back, he saw Peter was rushing the opposite direction.
"Peter! We need to leave!"
Peter didn't reply, instead only running at full speed toward the falling floor with the cure just lying there.
As the floor started crumbling apart further and further, the vial fell through the opened gap. Peter then dived in order to catch up to the descending object.
Firing a few web lines to the side, he soon flung himself to speed up in order to reach closer to the valued object.
Just when he was mere inches from grasping the vial, his senses flared. And he was too slow to act as everything soon went black.
The last thing he heard was Anakin, Obi-wan and Steve shouting for his name as he got buried under the debris of the collapsing building.
The trio stood at the now formed crater of what was once Rumlow's hideout with panicked and terrified looks plastered all over their faces.
"I can't sense him!" Anakin said straight away before eying Steve. "Dammit, why did you guys have to be void of the Force."
"It's not our fault!"
"Anakin." Obi-wan chastised.
"I know, I know!" Skywalker said. "Just… we should have seen that coming. Gah, what was wrong with us? We rushed in like a bunch of battle droids and-"
"Come on." Steve jumped down into the crater. "We gotta find him."
-Scene Cut-
When he awoke, he felt himself wheeze and barely able to get a proper breath in.
Everything was aching and pain coursed through his body from head to toe.
He could barely move right now with so much debris on top of him. It was practically crushing him.
Frantically, he went to remove his mask, gasping as he gulped in breaths of dust and rubble laced air.
He could barely move his arms around as he tossed his mask away and tried to find the means in which to escape.
When one hears the exaggerated quote of the weight of the world on one's shoulders, most would take it to be a metaphorical and psychological sort of saying.
But right now, Peter Parker felt it in the most literal way possible as he felt everything crashing down around him.
Beginning to feel like he was about to hyperventilate, Peter began struggling, trying his best to lift the large slab of metal off of his back but it was to no avail.
He was beginning to panic now.
"Ok, ok, ok." Peter said to himself, straining against the slab of metal once again yet was met with failure once more.
Now starting to feel the panic and sense of terror set in, Peter looked up as much as he could.
"Hello?! Hellooooo?!" He cried out desperately. "Cap? Anakin! Obi-wan! I-I'm stuck! I'm down here and I'm stuck! I can't move! I- I can't..."
Feeling himself flutter in and out of consciousness, Peter's eyes drooped with him lowering his head.
His ears were ringing by this point with his head pounding.
"...ter."
Blearily, the young hero lifted his head as he cracked an eye open.
Was that a voice?
What was that voice?
"Peter."
The Queens native inhaled sharply and abruptly found himself in an entirely different environment.
One that was extremely familiar to him.
"Here we are."
Peter looked over and saw that it was his Uncle Ben sitting in the driver's seat of his car.
How in the world, or galaxy really, did he get here?
He didn't know if it was the delirium from being crushed finally hitting him or the utter stress he was experiencing right now; but he was experiencing this now.
"Alright, thanks for the ride Uncle Ben." Peter found those words coming out of his mouth as he moved to exit the car.
"Now wait a minute, Peter." Ben said patiently. "We need to talk for a moment."
"Can't we talk a little later?" Peter pleaded slightly.
"Well we can talk now." Ben said, turning off the radio to his car. "If you let me."
The young teen sighed. "Why do we have to talk now?"
"Because we haven't talked at all in a while, your Aunt and I are starting to worry about you." Uncle Ben pointed out. "We hardly recognize you now. You've shirked your chores now for several weeks, you've been locking yourself in your room way more often than not and now I've heard about you getting into these fights at school."
"Hey, I didn't start that fight; you know that." Peter interrupted with a small scowl.
"But you sure as hell finished it."
"What was I supposed to do? Run away?"
His uncle shook his head ever so slightly.
"No, no. you weren't supposed to run away but… Pete, look." Ben said, gazing at his Nephew. "You're changing, I understand, I went through exactly the same thing that you're going through right now."
"No, not exactly." Peter said dismissively.
"Peter." Ben placed a hand upon the boy's shoulder. "I may not know or understand, maybe not even compare to what you yourself are going through. But what I do know is that these are the years when a boy changes into the man that he's going to be for the rest of his life. Just be careful who you change into."
Peter couldn't really come up with a means in which to respond to that, allowing his Uncle to go on.
"Sure, the guy at your high school probably deserved what happened, but just because you can beat him up doesn't give you the right to." Ben said.
"Are you afraid that I'm gonna turn into some kind of thug or criminal?" Peter asked defensively. His Uncle only shook his head in the negative.
"Quit worrying about me. Something's different, I'll figure it out."
"Only worrying for what your friends might think of you?"
"No, it's… it's not like that, Uncle Ben." Peter said frustratedly.
His Uncle let out a small sigh.
"Peter… I know it feels like you're going to be enduring a lot." Ben said. "And with how smart you are, I figure you're gonna go through a lot more than others. But you need to keep yourself from straying into a path that can lead you down to a destination you will not like."
Seeing the frustrated confusion on his nephew, Ben spoke a phrase he once heard his father tell both him and Peter's deceased father.
"Remember Pete, With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility." His nephew looked up to his Uncle and from behind, a white light began to glow and envelop the two.
"Remember that."
By the end of it, things faded away from fantasy to reality.
When the webslinger came to, his eyelids fluttered.
How long was he out?
Before long, he refocused his attention to his surroundings.
More importantly what he was presently here for.
As Peter gazed at the serum that they had been after this whole time just a few inches away from him, his head inclined back down at his discarded mask.
Though he was only gazing upon it, he had subconsciously felt his fingers graze over one half of his face. As if half of his mask was there.
He then glanced back to the serum and thought about Ahsoka, Barriss, Natasha, Captain Rex and the rest of the Clones that were waiting for them to return.
How he was right now, the only one who was within arm's reach of having the cure to save them all.
And he wasn't doing everything in his power to accomplish this task.
As he kept his gaze on the vial, in the back of his head he heard those words again.
"With Great Power…"
"Comes Great Responsibility." Peter finished to himself, huffing aloud as he began tensing up. "I remember Uncle Ben, I remember."
Placing his hands upon the metal atop him, he began straining and grunting even with his body immediately screaming in protest.
But he did not relent, only adding to his already mighty strength.
"Come on Peter." He said aloud. "Come on Peter. Come on Spiderman. Come on Spiderman! COME ON SPIDERMAN!"
Peter began screaming at this point as he felt as though every fiber of his being was breaking from his exertion of strength but still he pressed on as the rubble began to budge and falter above him.
Spiderman roared aloud now as he put everything he had into lifting the debris off of him, yelling the entire way as there were groans all around him.
And at long last, he pushed it all straight off of him with one final shove and without missing a beat stumbled over to grab both the vial and his mask.
He moved with trembling limbs as climbed out from hole he had been under to the sight of three stunned and absolutely gob smacked faces.
"I-I *pant* I got it." Peter said in a weak voice but triumphant smile, holding up the cure to the Blue Shadow Virus.
The trio of men were still rather stunned, with Obi-wan managing to be the first to find his voice.
"Peter what-"
"No time now." Peter groaned out. "Must get… back…"
Peter found himself falling forward with Anakin immediately catching him.
"I got ya."
Peter didn't respond as he drifted off into unconsciousness; with his energy leaving him.
"Did you know he could do that?" Anakin said, looking over to a still stunned Super Soldier.
Steve only shook his head when a small smile began to form.
"No… but damned if we do know now."
"That was truly astonishing." Obi-wan remarked, going over to assist his former Padawan. "Come on, let's not throw away our chance. We must hurry."
"Right."
-Scene Cut-
Returning to the swamps of Naboo couldn't have come any faster as the three men were able to synthesize more of the cure.
Upon their arrival to the sealed up bunker, they were able to retrieve everyone just in time before any more perished from the airborne virus.
Once every person was extracted, measures were made to properly eradicate the Blue Shadow Virus once and for all.
As everyone from the underground bunker was being transported, the cure was being produced as fast as possible. And once they were taken back to Naboo's palace into the medical ward, everyone alive was administered.
In one area of it, Peter was tiredly sitting back in a chair situated in between the two beds where Barriss and Ahsoka presently rested on. Ever since they were brought here, the Queen's native hardly left his spot for several hours.
From another area of the medical ward, Steve was standing not far away from where Natasha presently rested.
Hearing footsteps walking towards his spot, the Brooklyn native didn't turn to acknowledge the new arrival.
"She and everyone else will make a full recovery once they get plenty of rest." Anakin declared.
"That's good to hear." Steve said with an appreciative nod.
"If you're looking for the others-"
"Already checked on them and they're still out, more or less." Steve said.
"Good to hear."
"How's Padme and the Padawans?"
"They're alright." Anakin said. "Speaking of…"
Anakin gazed over to the comical sight of Peter wincing dramatically upon Ahsoka poking his extraordinarily sore arms.
The Jedi smirked at the whine and moan of agony that Peter let out.
It seemed they were now awake as the three teens were slowly catching up after their brief time of separation.
"I'm still getting over what he pulled back on Nar Shaddaa." Anakin admitted aloud.
Steve nodded. "Same here. I knew Queens was strong but that was something else."
"Yeah, he- Queens? Like that music group."
"There's a place on Earth called Queens. That's where Peter's from."
"So they named the place after the band then?"
Steve rolled his eyes, knowing he'll need to do some explaining on more Earth culture to clear up some confusion.
"See, remember New York? Yeah it has five boroughs…"
Over with the teens…
"I never lost faith in you, Peter." Ahsoka said weakly.
"Nor did I." Barriss said in the same tone.
Peter gave out a soft snort. "That's good cause there were honestly a few moments I almost lost it."
Peter soon felt a pair of hands placed on his arms. Looking over, he saw the two padawans had shifted their positions on the medical beds in order to reach out and touch him. He chuckled, bringing his hands up in order to properly hold them all so gently.
"You did make it." Said the Mirialan.
"I at least couldn't have done it without help." Admitted the Earth teen. "But honestly… I wouldn't mind taking a nice long nap like Scott had after that whole Godzilla fight. Everything hurts like you wouldn't believe."
"Really now?" Ahsoka said with a grin, promptly poking Peter's shoulder with the teen moaning in agony and fell to the floor.
"Why~?"
"Don't be over dramatic."
"...I don't think he was acting this time, Ahsoka." Barriss said after a moment of gazing upon the twitching web-head.
Seeing this, Ahsoka cringed a bit.
"...Sorry, Peter."
"Urgh." Was his response.
Eventually, after the Padawans spoke with their Masters and Peter with Steve, the medbay was vacated save for the patients. They had no further business in being there.
The medbay's lights were dimmed by this point with its resting occupants having finally fallen asleep.
Peter had opted to remain still, forming a hanging web hammock in between his two friends, dozing off.
It was relatively quiet for the most part save for the shifting of a blanket that belonged to one Mirialan Padawan.
The young Jedi had found herself in a strange state of being unable to get back to sleep. Prior, she had converse with Ahsoka and Peter, met with her Master and Commander Gree and even spoke to some of the other Avengers and Jedi Masters.
Since then, she had remained confined to her bed under the medical droids and Luminara's orders.
Not that she minded.
That virus drained her really and she was all too willing to take a nice long nap to get that exhaustion out of her system.
Only she couldn't fall asleep.
No matter how hard she had tried.
She had considered using the Force and meditate herself into slumber but her thought process and current predicament overrode all of that.
What was this predicament, one may ask?
Barriss rolled over in her bed and faced the sleeping form of Peter.
She stared at him with wide eyes that were unable to close themselves and just fall asleep already. Instead of tiredness, her eyes reflected a litany of thoughts and emotions that were running through her mind.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt a growing haze inside as she continued to gaze upon the super powered teen that had saved her life.
Though she was aware of Master Kenobi and Skywalkers along with Captain Rogers' efforts in finding the cure for the Blue Shadow Virus, the three men made it very clear who really saved the day on Nar Shaddaa.
Peter had taken a moment to step out and get something to drink for them, giving Anakin and Steve the chance to tell the two Padawans the lengths in which Peter had to endure and go through to get the cure to the virus.
Subconsciously, without realizing it, her hand reached out and the tips of her fingers grazed over Peter's face.
His expression twitched at her fingers yet he remained firmly asleep.
What she didn't expect was for him to reach up to her hand, taking hold of it before it went back to dangling down below him with her hand grasped in his own.
Rather than pull away, Barriss continued to gaze upon him with her eyes trailing down to his hand that held hers. It wasn't held as tightly but she was using that term somewhat loosely due to the fact that "lightly" is still a decent grip to a teen who can lift a building off of his shoulders.
The Padawan had not realized her elevated heart rate and flushed cheeks at first, instead focusing on gently squeezing Peter's hand in return.
A small smile appeared on her face, staring at Peter with a fond look in her eyes.
She momentarily flickered her eyes in Ahsoka's direction, a sense of relief beginning to wash over her knowing that her two dear friends were alive and well.
Yet, as soon as this feeling came it left her with Barriss now realizing what she was doing.
Glancing down at her hand that was still in Peter's, she quickly pulled away with her then turning to the direction away from her friends.
Curling up slightly, a rather conflicted expression appeared on the Mirialans face with her moving her knees up to her chest.
She closed her eyes, willing herself to fall asleep but failing in doing so thus leaving her mind in a swirling mess as she lay there in the medbay, the only one awake.
"There is no emotion, there is…"
-Scene Cut-
The jungle was dense to say the least with the trees being immeasurably tall, practically blocking out the sun.
Laying there on the forest ground was a single man wearing a black suit from top to bottom who was just beginning to wake up.
He groaned aloud, slowly sitting up off the ground while clutching his head.
The man muttered out a curse in his native tongue as he felt the throbbing and dizziness in his head subside.
Once his momentary pain subsided, the man took a moment to realize where he was.
This place was strangely familiar, but upon closer inspection, he realized this place wasn't home. Not the home that he knew of.
Carefully, he rose up from the ground, getting into a crouched position.
Taking a moment to gauge as to where he was exactly, he didn't really recognize anything. Granted, that was to be expected as that was his initial waking conclusion as he now got to his feet.
These trees were damnably dense making it difficult for him to see anything.
Going through them seemed like a chore and a half and he didn't really know what was waiting for him.
So, he stuck to what would make him the most comfortable.
It was quite a daunting environment had it been anybody else really.
High trees, unknown flora along with no knowledge as to what may reside in here and whether or not it would be dangerous.
Daunting to most, yes.
But not to individuals like this man here.
He jumped forward with metallic retractable claws coming out from his gloved fingers and latched onto the closest tree, expertly scaling the tall bark.
The man lunged forward several times like a predatory cat to cover more ground, beginning to use the branches jutting out from every side to speed up the process until reaching the top and…
"Bast above."
The helm of the man's suit retracted to reveal and bewildered, lost and confused Prince T'challa of Wakanda as he gazed upon the seemingly endless jungle world before him.
The Black Panther was thoroughly at a momentary loss of just what he could do right now.
Where in the world was he?
Immediately, he went to his earpiece.
"Shuri." he spoke aloud. "Shuri are you there? Can you hear me?"
He was met with the sound of static.
"Okoye? Aba? Spider-man? Daredevil? Is anyone there?" He tried again but once more, static.
Cursing to himself in Wakandan, T'challa kept his gaze out upon the lush jungle he currently found himself in.
This place didn't seem like a place he'd find anywhere near Wakanda or on the continent of Africa now that he thought about it.
He was aware of the Amazon rainforest but…
These trees were way, way, way taller than any tree that you would find on Earth. At least, that's what the Prince of Wakanda believed.
He was not as hyper intelligent as his sister was, but he wasn't a fool.
Either this was an unexplored region on Earth…
Or, if he really wanted to throw out a crazy idea, this might be someplace else entirely.
Perhaps another planet.
This wasn't the Astral Ancestral Plane of the Panthers. Of that he was certain.
Helmet reforming back around his head, he began to leap about forward from tree branch to tree branch.
"Where is this place?"
He wasn't really moving about with a destination in mind. Just that it was better that he go to perhaps find the answers that he sought then something coming to him.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, he saw something up ahead and high up in the trees.
It looked like a platform of some kind and coming from it was a wavering glow of what was undoubtedly a fire.
Quickly picking up his pace, he began to make a beeline straight for the platform and eventually, he leapt up and landed upon the wooden floor of his destination.
What he came across was something rather tall… and hairy. It stopped whatever it was doing -cooking perhaps from the looks of it- and sharply turned its head towards the newly arrived Black Panther.
T'challa wasn't quite sure what this large creature was supposed to be but it appeared defensive yet… it didn't attack him.
Perhaps it could be reasoned with.
Slowly, he raised both his hands in a placating manner and his helmet retracted. His suit's function appeared to startle the creature momentarily yet it still kept a wary eye upon him.
With how it looked at him, this bipedal walking carpet was much more intelligent then it appeared to be.
"...Hello there." Said the Wakandan prince calmly. "I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but could you perhaps tell me where I am? I'm rather lost as I came here quite abruptly."
It soon released a small series of grunts and roars.
Well… he didn't understand anything there.
"...I don't mean to be rude, but this is gonna take some time to understand you."
Well now, it has been a bit of time, hasn't it?
And I see that there has been A LOT of impatience, primarily one reviewer in particular. But to all others, thank you for waiting since that time.
A lot has happened as I said earlier, new story, I'm Nobody, begging on my hands and knees, please go check it out cause that's some of the best work I believe Jebest and I have ever made.
Also A LOT has been announced in the time during the writing of this chapter. Wandavision, Loki, Falcon and Winter Soldier, "What If", Ms. Marvel and the Bad Batch had trailers drop in one fell swoop which is fucking incredible.
Fantastic Four has been officially announced for the MCU, Mandalorian Season 2 has been astonishing, Spider-man 3 in the MCU is looking to be packed with Doc Ock and Daredevil being confirmed same with Doctor Strange and the Madness of the Multiverse and Christian Bale being announced as Gorr the God Butcher, one of my favorite Thor villains ever.
Other than that, again, I implore you guys to check out I'm Nobody. Also, A Song Of Fire, Ice and Hearts just got an update as well. J and I are returning to our other stories and I also gotta go back to Halo Effect and Spirit Unto Dawn with BulletStormX.
Thanks for waiting on this one folks.
Stay tuned for the CLOSING ARC of Season 2. We've at last reached the end of season 2 of this story and we're going out with a blaze of glory.
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