Avengers: Age of Remnant

by free man writer

There's always a story to be told. A story of heroism overcoming the most daunting of odds and challenges. A tale we've seen before and one that needs to be told to its end. The beginning of a new tale. A new age. An Age where Remnants paved the way for heroes. Reboot of Avenging Remnant, co-written/created with Jebest4781 and BulletStormX.

2. Wait, Where are We?

Thank you all so much for such hyped and welcoming reviews for the return of this story.

You guys have reinvigorated my passion for this long abandoned tale that deserves to have its end and now it will with a much grander scope and size than before.

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Avengers Age of Remnant Chapter 2: Wait, Where Are We?

She had been traveling alone for some time now.

Drifting from settlement to settlement, never staying too long other than helping out here and there before gathering supplies to move on.

The young woman could never stay in one place for long no matter how tempting a place it may be.

One would wonder the exact reason why.

A belief could be her being a full time huntress, never wanting to settle down until far down into her life. This can be reasonable enough as many in this profession often follow this route.

But as years pass on by, Hunters and Huntresses want to finally find a place to rest.

Living on the open road or sea, constantly moving from place to place, no roots to lay down, no meaningful relationships or place which you know is always going to be there. Without all that, it's outright lonely, like living a partial life.

Having someplace to return to and call it home, it makes doing one's duties a lot easier and worth it.

This is what Amber yearned to have after all these years.

Yet there were elements which wouldn't allow this to occur.

Her life had to be one of secrecy. Not just for her safety, but protection from those who sought her out for numerous reasons.

Thus she had to venture throughout the world and constantly be on the move.

Presently, Amber was riding a horse who had been with her for quite some time now. It trotted down a dirt road with fences stretching along the side as far as the eye could see. And the skies overhead indicated it may rain at a moment's notice or merely be a simple deep overcast. Hopefully both she and her faithful steed would get to the next settlement soon so they may rest for the day and perhaps wait out the upcoming rainfall.

Eventually coming to a small crossroads, Amber halted her horse as she saw a little girl lying over yonder. And by the sounds of it, she was crying from a small bike crash and was perhaps injured in the process.

Getting off her mount, Amber walked forward and slowly approached the hurt child. Once close, she knelt down to get a closer look at the hurt child.

When trying to inspect her, Amber saw her flinch back in fright.

Frowning a little, she soon gave the child a reassuring smile as she withdrew an apple for her to take. The huntress didn't know how long the child had been out here and thought she must've been hungry.

It was at that moment did Amber sense something was off.

For one, why was this child all by herself and so far away from civilization. Not to mention the lack of shadows underneath the girl, yet there being a faint one some distance behind her.

It was then did she spot the dirt shift from that same place.

Realizing what's happening, Amber leapt back whilst throwing the apple at the spot.

It was from this that the child disappeared in an odd flicker whilst another person appeared in the vacant spot, cleaving the fruit with the blade attached to one of her pistols.

'Illusion semblance.' Thought Amber in distaste.

Landing near her horse, who soon bolted out of there, the huntress withdrew her collapsible staff. On each end of her weapon had large pieces of fire and wind Dust crystals.

As her attacker ran towards her, she fired off a volley of bullets from her pistols.

Using her free hand, Amber projected Aura shields to help deflect a number of bullets.

Before her attacker could get close enough, Amber swiftly spun her staff as the wind Dust crystal glowed to unleash a torrent of wind. And her conjured attack was able to knock the pistol wielding attacker away.

It was at that moment did Amber finally hear the sound of rapid steps quickly approaching her.

Swiftly turning to the source, she barely had time to bring up her staff to block a double drop kick from a male attacker. She was able to push him away before having to spin her staff around to unleash another wind torrent to the female attacker.

In the brief period of time she got, Amber didn't know if these two were merely bandits trying to get the jump on her or something else.

Regardless, she wasn't going to go down that easily.

Her male attacker landed on a far off fence post and with a resulting *Crack* coming off from his weaponized boots, he propelled himself directly towards his target.

Twirling her staff around, she activated the fire Dust crystal to unleash a torrent of flames at the incoming attacker. Hopefully she could perhaps roast this person alive or just far enough for him to back off.

Unfortunately that was not meant to be.

Coming out of the fire, it revealed the male attacker had a pair of robotic, prosthetic legs which started from around his knees.

He managed to push through the flames and landed a kick right to her jaw.

Amber flew through the air before crashing hard on the ground. She didn't even have a chance to recover or sit up as the emerald haired girl smashed both her feet against her chest, jumping away from her to land next to the man with the mechanized legs.

Both attackers faced Amber as she stood to her feet with her head ducked down.

They both were formidable and with the way that they came at her, they undoubtedly were here for her life.

'Alright then if that's how you wish to go at it.' Amber thought to herself as she felt a surge of energy exploding from within.

Upon opening her eyes, an amber-like fire bursted out which greatly highlighted her natural eye color.

Rapid and violent winds whipped up all around her and her two assailants with her slowly rising into the air.

This was the power she sought to protect. The power which greatly restricted her for a good chunk of her life.

She was told to withhold from using this, but these attackers were leaving her with no choice in the matter.

Holding her hands to the skies above, lightning began cracking and thundering all around her.

The boy and girls' eyes widened in slight shock, quickly jumping away as Amber unleashed lightning bolts upon them.

The duo leapt about, dodging bolts left and right before getting back together and firing their weapons at the floating Amber. It proved ineffective as their shots simply bounced off of her.

Amber reached out her hands to the offside of the road and a large cluster of leaves flew into the air by the strong winds under her command.

Unbeknownst to her, another person was on the scene and waited for their time to strike.

As her two attackers unleashed a hail of bullets at her, Amber projected her Aura to block them.

The leaves she had conjured were now flowing all around her. Upon coming close to their conjurer, the leaves began to frost up before solidifying into ice.

Once done, Amber let them all loose.

Both of Amber's attackers had to swiftly avoid the hail of projectiles. They weren't all that lucky as they got hit pretty hard. Whilst the pistol wielder got a good amount, her companion used his prosthetic legs as an impromptu shield as he had to go into a fetal position.

Yet the results remained the same as the pair were knocked away.

Seeing her companions needing their timely assistance, she came charging in.

From the corner of her eye, Amber spotted the new arrival and didn't want to take the chance.

Conjuring fire from all around, the airborne huntress had it condense before firing at the third person arriving at the crossroads.

The dark haired woman avoided the blast before activating her semblance.

The nearby scorched leaves and residue fire Amber fired at her swiftly turned into obsidian-glass like projectiles before throwing them right at Amber.

They came in too fast for the huntress to defend herself. She got a good blunt of them, which resulted in her being knocked towards the ground.

Her aura flared as she tried to get back up. When she did her attackers were gone?

'No.' Thought Amber. 'It's that girl. Her illusionary semblance…'

And rightfully so as she saw the trio were flickering in and out as they charged right at her.

Quickly getting to her feet, Amber brought her knee up in time to block a strike from the third attacker, who now wielded a pair of curved swords.

Bringing up her arms to block and parry a few incoming hits, Amber soon gave out a spartan kick at her one attacker before leaping over the male attacker and landing behind the mint-haired woman.

The prosthetic legs came charging in, which was knocked aside by Amber's left arm before she performed a backflip kick to push him away. Upon landing, she had to deliver another spartan kick at the mint-haired pistol wielder before she got knocked back by her male assailant.

As this all occurred, the dark haired woman brought her swords together and attached them on their hilts. They soon formed a bladed bow, in which she withdrew a trio of collapsible arrows. With their target distracted, she soon let them loose.

The projectiles came in close and instead of hitting the huntress, they pierced the dirt road.

Amber realized this too late as the arrows soon exploded, sending her away and tumbling across the road. And in the process, her aura shield shattered.

Trying to get back up as the dust settled, Amber let loose a large blast of wind to knock her attackers away. They were more or less quick to recover as the silver haired, metal legged attacker swiftly charged right back at her. This forced her to let loose a blast of lightning, which knocked him back. And following that, Amber turned to shoot out a few fireballs towards the mint-haired girl. The first one missed, due to it being an illusion but the second met its mark on the genuine article.

Retrieving her collapsible staff, Amber made her way towards the pistol wielder and sought to take her out for good. She was the more dangerous one of the trio.

Upon bringing her weapon up to finally strike her down, Amber stopped.

She didn't halt out of hesitation, but because an arrow pierced her back.

Amber tried to keep on her feet, but she soon lost her balance and collapsed to the ground.

The pain was excruciating and it was hard to focus. And this distracted her so much that she didn't realize two of her attackers were now restraining her whilst holding her up.

Approaching Amber, the second female attacker withdrew a white opera glove from her pocket and slipped it onto her right hand. At the back of it was an intricate crimson red emblem which belonged to her mistress; the one who she swore allegiance with.

Approaching her, the dark haired woman smugly smiled at her prey as her two compatriots held her down.

It took some time tracking this person down, but it'll be all worth it with what's to come in the end game.

Pointing the gloved palm towards Amber, a swirl of black vapors appeared as the crimson red emblem brightly glowed.

Popping out the palm was a uniquely created insectoid-like creature that made the capture girl shudder in absolute fear.

'G-Grimm?' Amber thought to herself, never seeing such a variant like it before.

Amber widened her eyes in fright, soon realizing who these three worked for. She fought to free herself, but it was no use.

"P-Please don't." She all but begged, terror filling her being.

Just as the dark haired attacker was about to have the creature latch onto the captured girl, she found herself being unable to move.

As a matter of fact, neither did her two compatriots who were frozen in place like her.

They all momentarily struggled to move only to find themselves being held in place.

The black haired woman noticed that some kind of red energy surrounded the three of them and seemed to not affect or target Amber.

She momentarily glared at her captured target only to see a look of confused terror on the brown haired girl. It appeared she didn't know who or what was the cause of their immobilization.

She and her two companions attempted to free themselves once again but it was for naught.

"What's-" Was all the silver haired teen managed to say before an unseen force of incredible speed came through and sent all three of them sailing back.

Amber was about to collapse to the ground when she was scooped up by her unseen rescuer who now stood in front of her three attackers.

"Now that's not very nice." Spoke the new arrival, carrying Amber in a bridal carry. "Ganging up on a defenseless woman."

Amber felt her back ache but was able to see who it was that saved her. He looked to be around her age and briefly noted the strange garments he wore when her eyesight began to blur.

The black haired woman was the first to recover and raised her arms to conjure another attack when her instincts kicked in.

She jumped back to avoid a red sphere that struck the ground where she stood a moment ago and she looked up into the sky.

There was a woman with light brown hair, clad in scarlet garments floating down to stand by the man with silver hair who held a delirious and exhausted Amber.

"Rather unfair, isn't it, Pietro. Three against one." Spoke the second arrival with a glare directed at the black haired woman.

"Time to even the odds, Wanda." Pietro stated.

In an instant, Wanda unleashed a scarlet shockwave around the three of them and sent it flying towards the attackers who all jumped over it.

Pietro blurred out of sight and the silver haired teen squinted his eyes only for them to go bug eyed upon receiving a super speed kick to his chest.

The speedster didn't stop there as he was already by the green haired girl and delivered a haymaker to her left cheek.

The black haired woman tensed up as she saw the silver-blue blur now coming straight at her.

She could barely keep up with his movements, him being faster than her silver haired partner.

The woman threw her hands to the ground to conjure a number of spiked pillars with her semblance but Pietro easily weaved around them.

He got in close and punched her several times in the head, chest and joints before finishing his assault with a roundhouse kick to her jaw.

"Bruce Lee that shit." Pietro cockily proclaimed with a shit-eating grin, getting into the famed martial artists' stance.

The black haired woman rubbed her jaw, glaring murderously at the hyper fast individual in front of her. Her eyes drifted over to where she last saw Amber and saw the girl floating in a protective red sphere and was behind Wanda who was looking left and right at the other two assailants running at her.

The duo were shooting at the younger twin, their bullets being blocked by a red barrier.

As soon as they were a few feet away from the hex wielding Avenger, she caught them both in a telekinetic grasp.

They both struggled in vain to free themselves before they were flung forward.

Wanda made them crash into each other and followed it up by slamming them both down onto the ground several times. She sent them flying a moment later and Pietro was upon them.

He elbowed the girl right in the face, dashing over to deliver a clothesline to the man a second later.

The two crashed down onto the ground hard, landing in front of their leader who was glaring at the twins with pure venom in her eyes.

"Bastards." The black haired woman all but snarled. "Who in the hell do you freaks think you are?"

"We don't try to kill defenseless girls the way you were trying to do just now." Pietro retorted in a snarky tone, leveling his own glare back at her.

"This doesn't concern you." She spat out, holding up her blades.

"Unfortunately, it does now." Wanda said in a plain voice like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She looked back at the girl in her protective sphere and frowned at the arrow sticking out of her back.

Wanda looked back at the woman with an angered gaze.

"Why attack her?" She demanded. "What do you want from her?"

"That is none of your business." The black haired woman coolly responded, preparing herself for another fight. "And even if I did tell you, neither of you would live to see tomorrow."

"Oh my god." Pietro said with a roll of his eyes. "That's not cliche at all."

Wanda, all the while, merely shrugged at the woman's response.

"Not like I need to ask in this case." She remarked when her eyes glowed red.

Unbeknownst to the three attackers, a red ethereal mist got in contact with them as their eyes briefly glowed scarlet.

This startled the dark haired woman, taking a step back when she felt something… strange in her head.

"Cinder Fall." Wanda said aloud, gazing at the two teens who were now on their knees and panting heavily. "That's Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black."

The now identified Cinder's eyes widened considerably in stunned silence as Wanda went on.

"Amber is the Fall Maiden?" A frown of bewilderment was evident on her face. "And who's Salem? What is all this?"

Mercury, Emerald and especially Cinder were starting to panic.

How in the world was she-

The ringleader of this trio gasped in disbelief.

This woman… she couldn't be…

"Are you… are you reading our minds?!" Cinder said aloud in clear alarm.

Emerald and Mercury were visibly shocked and they too began to panic.

"Caught on to that, did ya?" Pietro said with a wide grin. "Now then…"

He took a stance that indicated that he was about to come at them once again.

On pure instinct, Cinder quickly waved her hands at the ground and dust kicked up all around them.

"Emerald." She called out to the green haired girl in a sharp tone.

She didn't need to be told a second time. Casting her illusions upon the three of them, they disappeared from the sight of the twins and made a hasty retreat in their cover.

The dust was soon dispersed a moment later from winds generated by Pietro running about in a circle.

"They got away." Pietro stated in frustration upon seeing the trio were gone.

"Pietro."

"What?"

"They're still here." Said the female twin. "Emerald is using an illusion."

Her brother looked around, as if trying to find them. "Then point me in their direction."

Wanda frowned in concentration before sighing. "Scratch that. They're gone now."

"Huh?" Pietro tilted his head. "How'd they do that?"

His sister now held a troubled look. "They have… weird, yet familiar reinforcements coming our way."

"What?"

Bursting out from the nearby forest was a contingent of all too familiar creatures to the Maximoff twins.

"Wait, what?!" The speedster exclaimed. "These assholes again?!"

"They're called Grimm." Wanda stated, throwing her hands up to catch one of the wolf-like ones in the air. "I got that from Cinder's memories."

"What else did ya get?" Pietro asked, zipping around the area to trip and beat down these now identified enemies.

"I didn't get a chance to learn more." Wanda begrudgingly admitted, using some of the leftover frozen leaves that Amber had made as projectiles against several of the wolf-like Grimm.

Pietro was fighting one of the boar type Grimm when he heard several heavy sets of paws running against the ground.

He turned his head around to see some of these black creatures running straight at Amber who was now leaning against a nearby fence.

Seeing her in such a state, Pietro rushed over, thrashing the Grimm aside and scooped her up once more.

"Hey, I got you." He said softly.

Amber whimpered from the pain as he kept her away from the Grimm.

One of the Wolf Grimm charged in and swiped at the Maximoff's blind spot when-

*THIP*

*TICK TICK*

*KABOOM*

-the Grimm exploded into dark vapors.

And it wasn't the only one as a few others were destroyed moments later in a similar fashion.

As this happened, someone else arrived on the scene.

With his large broadsword swinging, the man cleaved through a few Grimm before adjusting his weapon to expose the gun attachment. He fired off several bullets at a few Grimm which got too close for comfort before having it go back to normal to defend himself from a few claw swipes.

Seeing he needed assistance, Wanda used her powers to throw the Grimm away before snapping their necks.

"Thanks." Said the grizzled looking man.

"You're welcome." Wanda responded back.

She turned around in time to see a wolf-Grimm running at her when an arrow from seemingly nowhere was suddenly embedded into its eye.

A moment later it exploded, leaving it headless and having it collapse onto the ground.

Wanda's eyes widened and began looking around to find whoever it was that shot that arrow when-

"You two get out of my sight for five minutes and here you are makin' a mess of things." Said a familiar voice to the twins.

They both whirled about to see-

"Clint!" Wanda exclaimed, overjoyed at the sight of their friend and mentor.

She ran over to him and jumped into a hug which he returned with a small laugh.

"Good to see you too, Wanda." He said in clear relief at seeing the twins.

Pietro smiled at Hawkeye. "I would hug you, but I got her in my arms."

Clint gave a nod of understanding. "Who is she?"

"Hold on a second." The other man who had appeared to assist them. "I got a better question. Who are you two?"

"Relax Qrow, they're with me." Clint said assuringly.

The man called Qrow retorted with him looking warily at the two twins, especially Pietro who was holding Amber. "Forgive me if I'm not too trustworthy of their sudden assistance."

"Do you trust me, at least?"

"I just met you too." Qrow shot back. "I don't even know who any of you really are."

"And we were just starting to become friends." Clint jested with his arms crossed.

Before anyone could speak any further, they heard a grunt of pain and Qrow was instantly standing next to the woman in Pietro's arms.

"Amber." He said softly. "Amber it's me, Qrow. Take it easy."

"Qrow?" She said blearily.

"Yeah, just relax." Qrow murmured, looking back at Wanda and Clint then at Pietro with a skeptical look. "Amber, I know you're a bit out of it but-"

"Qrow." Amber said weakly. "It's… It's okay. They… they saved… me."

The grizzled Huntsman eyed the Fall Maiden for a few moments before releasing a sigh.

"Sorry." He apologized to the twins. "Things are just… complicated."

"We understand." Wanda said in complete sincerity. "It's something we're quite familiar with."

Strangely enough, he found himself believing her.

"Is there a town or somewhere safe we can get to?" Asked the speedster. "We need to take care of this wound in Amber's back."

Qrow nodded. "Yeah. There's a place nearby we can go to to help take care of that."

"Let's get going then."

"And in that time, I want you to tell me just who the hell are you people." Qrow tacked on.

"Do you want the long version or the short version?" Clint asked.

"Walk's about twenty minutes…" Qrow said, pulling a flask out from his jacket. He took a swig of it, letting out a satisfied 'ah'. "The medium sized version."

-Scene Cut-

This place was a lot like New York in that it wasn't.

Yes it was a bustling city.

Yes it was densely populated.

But it wasn't as dirty.

It didn't have litter here and there.

And it was missing its gritty, rugged charm.

These were the thoughts that were shared between Captain Steve Rogers and Peter Parker as the two of them stood side by side on the roof of a tall building that gave them a view of the city as a whole.

"Well… we're not in Kansas anymore, are we Cap." Spider-man commented with a conflicted look, perched upon the edge of the roof with him crouched down.

"No." Steve muttered. "No we are not."

The super soldier let out a sigh, rubbing his chin in thought. "What did you say this place was called again?"

"Well from the people who were able to answer my questions without being weirded out by my suit, they said this place is called Vale." Peter said, pulling his mask off and getting himself seated in a more comfortable manner. "And nobody here knows anything about you, Mr. Stark, the Avengers, New York, America, Thor, Hulk, Ultron, nada, nothing, zilch."

Well that didn't exactly alleviate Rogers' concerns.

"Where the hell are we?" Steve quietly asked himself.

The two New Yorkers had found themselves on separate ends of the city earlier in the day though thankfully, they managed to contact one another not too long after due to their comm pieces.

They linked up shortly after and tried figuring out as to where they were.

The duo tried contacting their other teammates to no avail having been met with static.

At first there was a sense of panic out of Peter but Steve placated him by pointing out the two of them being here, alive and well.

Since the black substance from the HYDRA base didn't kill them, instead appearing to teleport them to this unrecognizable city, it was safe for the two of them to assume that the teammates who got dragged in were possibly here as well. If not in this city, at least somewhere close by.

This was a hope but a feasible one all things considered.

After that, they both spent the majority of the day going about collecting information as to where they exactly were.

It didn't take long for either of them to come to the conclusion that they were in a city that they had never heard of.

A number of people regarded them both strangely and had asked them both if they were foreign Huntsmen from some other kingdoms or isolated towns/villages.

What really bugged them -Peter really- was the fact that seemingly no one recognized Captain America.

The World's first superhero and leader of the Avengers. There wasn't a corner of the world where one didn't hear about Earth's Mightiest Heroes.

As much as Peter would want to voice his complaint towards these people, he had to refrain from such action.

Then there was something else that Steve was quick to point out about several of the individuals that they had spoken to before.

Peter at first thought it was accessories or that he was seeing things but a number of the people in this city had furry ears, tails and even scaly skin.

Animalistic features that made them distinct from the rest of the ordinary-looking people in this city.

They honestly tried their best to not stare, but neither Avenger couldn't help it.

One of these individuals saw this and she politely asked why they were staring at her fox ears.

Peter blurted out in asking if they were real.

At first she seemed offended and angry until noticing that he didn't ask with the intent to be rude but because he seemed genuinely curious. A sentiment shared by Rogers.

She was surprised by this and quickly confirmed that yes, her ears were real and Steve inquired as to how she got them.

This only served to bewilder the woman and she said she was born with them and the two New Yorkers were greatly startled and intrigued by this.

It was then that she had asked if they had never seen a Faunus before and the blank looks of confusion summed it up succinctly.

Much as they wanted to ask more, Steve and Peter knew now wasn't the time to dwell on it.

They had departed from the fox-eared lady with grateful goodbyes and had found a rooftop to stand upon and ponder their next courses of action.

"I'm starting to think we're in some secret city we've never heard of." Peter commented, rubbing the top of his head.

Steve nodded with a troubled frown. "Same here."

"Did that emergency beacon thingy for Nick Fury work?"

The WWII veteran only shook his head with Peter hanging his head in response.

Since the formation of the Avengers and its reformation, one of the team's strongest allies has been Colonel Fury, formerly the Director of the defunct SHIELD.

He would be their underground informant, keeping the team up to date on a litany of dealings in the world that would call for their immediate attention should he warrant it.

One of the things Fury has also taken to do in light of the team's abilities to get off the grid, be it intentional or not, was to have the means of emergency contact that would always pinpoint their location on earth and bring them home.

And it wasn't working.

"So now what?"

Steve rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

"How did you normally gather information?" He asked the younger hero.

"Uh… I didn't really do something like that before." Peter said awkwardly. "I'm still getting the hang of all this."

"Right, right, sorry about that." Steve murmured.

"How would you do it then?" Parker inquired in return, turning to face his idol who appeared contemplative.

Rogers placed a leg up upon the ledge in front of him, resting his arms atop his knees with his eyes gazing over the cityscape of Vale.

"Well… if this is like any other city, especially if it's like New York…" Cap hummed aloud. "Perhaps the nearest shady bar is a good place to start."

Peter turned back to the good Captain with a bewildered look.

"Really? That's the idea you're going with?"

"What's wrong with it?" He asked in clear amusement.

The teen bobbed his head left and right. "I dunno… it just feels generic and redundant."

Steve laughed aloud. "It's worked before in the past. I mean it's a local haunt for information brokers."

"Why not a library? Or better yet-"

*VRRRRRMMM*

The two blinked upon hearing the loud revving of an engine and both peaked over the edge to see someone on a motorcycle zipping by at high speeds on the streets below.

"Someone's in a hurry." Steve remarked.

"Yeah." Peter murmured.

Rogers let out a sigh a moment later and patted the Queens native on the back. "Look Pete, I know you're against this but it may be best we split up to cover more ground. We gotta figure out what happened and where the rest of our friends are."

"You sure about that, Cap?" He asked with clear hesitation.

"As long as you can keep in touch with me, then yes."

Spiderman thought about it for a moment before letting a sigh and nodding.

"Be sure to contact me at the first sign of trouble."

"Right back atcha." Was Peter's parting words before slipping on his mask and jumping up and firing a web line to begin swinging across the city.

The young teen swung through the tall buildings of Vale and passed by a number of streets when his enhanced senses picked up on some loud thrumming and bass blasting not far from where he was.

"Shady bar." He said aloud to himself and changed direction mid swing.

Spiderman kept on swinging until he located the source of the loud music that had caught his attention.

He landed right in front of the building and his white lenses squinted slightly.

"Jeez, could they play their music any louder?" He sarcastically asked.

The teen began to approach the bar with a slight feeling of tension he shook off. "Hopefully this is the right place for some local info… And who names their place 'The Club'?"

Entering the establishment, Peter was assaulted with a plethora of pulsating strobe lights and booming bass music hitting his ears. Regaining his senses, the teen was able to see more of the present layout.

Upon first glance, there were perhaps three floors for the club. On the bottom level was the large assortment of party goers and dancers hitting the floor. Along the end of it was a bar, where a number of individuals were getting their drinks and the occasional little meal. On the other levels, Peter could spot couples or groups spread out as they overlooked the party down below. Though there were some areas which practically screamed VIP.

And was that DJ wearing a giant bear's head of some kind?

Reminded him of a few music artists back home.

Bars were weird.

Going back to his hunch, Peter decided to make his way towards the one destination in mind to hopefully get what he came here for.

There was some form of difficulty weaving around a number of party goers, but he had to essentially fight his way through.

Upon reaching the bar, he noticed a pair of men arguing with each other. One was a tall dark fellow with a trimmed beard, wearing a white button up shirt with a red tie, black vest and pants ensemble. The other was a ginger haired man, who had some long bangs covering up one eye. He wore this red-lined white suit with long black pants and black shoes. He also wore a small grey scarf, black gloves with buckled sleeves and a black bowler hat with a small feather tucked into its red band.

The pair soon parted ways with the ginger, bowler hat man walking away with his curved cane. The other went back behind the bar to help the other bartenders.

Trying to find a seat, Peter found one available near a pair of green-eyed ravenette his age, possibly a bit older. Upon closer inspection, they happened to be twins. In order to tell them apart, one wore a white attire while the other was in red.

They both took a moment to look at him in suspicion, seeing his attire and he took off his mask as a gesture that he wasn't here to be causing any trouble.

He gave them an awkward smile, trying to convey that he didn't mean any harm and surprisingly, the girl in red was smirking at him now.

She gave him a look that sent a shiver down his spine. More so when she eventually begins a light conversation with him.

He shook his head and seated himself, waiting for a bartender to approach him for an order.

Meanwhile…

'Who the hell stole my seat?'

This was the thought crossing through Yang's mind upon entering Junior's Club.

From the entrance to the area, there was a great view of the entire general layout. And from the flight of stairs, Yang Xiao-Long could get a good clear view of the bar.

At that moment, the blonde teenager narrowed her lilac eyes annoyance.

There were lines one didn't cross with another. And this so happened to be one of them.

Even from a distance, she could see the bastard's back, who dared to hoard her spot at the bar; with his weird red and blue onesie. Such an outfit practically stuck out, even in the flashing lights of Junior's club.

Yang practically fought to keep the figurative bile from rising, due to her seeing the bad fashion sense this bastard wore.

Getting closer to her target and soon to be punching bag, Yang was able to only see he was a shaggy brunette.

Asides from this, she wondered why the hell he came to this place in such a getup instead of anything else.

There was probably a good explanation for it, but she didn't exactly care.

Under any other circumstance, Yang might have pitied the poor bastard sitting in her spot. That or tried to stand downwind of him. Now? That all depends when she meets him if he politely moves upon contact.

If not?

She'll probably have a good, long talk with him. Loudly and repeatedly with her fists!

Amongst weaving through the swaying masses, someone bumped into her, nearly knocking her down.

Instead of apologizing, the guy rudely snapped at her.

"Watch it, blondie!"

Lilac eyes snapped to him, flicking to red, resulting in the party goer to subside with a whimper.

Smirking to herself at how easily she made him cower before resuming her march towards the bar.

As she got closer to the bar, the bar owner was having a bit of a strange and stressful day.

And the strange part came in the form of the teenager currently seated next to his two security guards, one of which was making eyes at the boy.

Now Junior considered himself a good judge of character.

Some might call it foresight, magic or perhaps his Semblance; when in truth, it was neither of those. In truth, it was merely a unique skill of his which helped him stay alive for all these years. One which he acquired over his long career in the criminal underworld.

You didn't get to be where Hei "Junior" Xiong is today without being able to read people, much less situations. He prided himself at being able to read an individual merely at a glance.

For the most part, he could tell the innocent from the guilty, dangerous from harmless, and so forth.

Couldn't run a club -much less a gang- without that kind of know how.

Information was power, his bread and butter, and he knew it well.

Give him enough time and resources, then he can turn the tide of a good number of things. For a small fee, he supplied said information to those who wanted to learn.

Throughout this long, storied career of his, he nearly knew everything that went on in Vale. And his adept trait at reading people helps give him some advantage on anyone new to the area.

This, right now, was one such example.

The young huntsman-in-training in the weird red and blue onesie was no doubt an odd one.

To say that he seemed out of place would be underselling it.

The kid seriously looks like he didn't even know why he was here.

And the way he up and came to the bar and sat himself down in just the most awkward of fashion.

Seriously, how does one sit down awkwardly?

And right next to a known crime boss with his two lieutenants literally right next to him.

Not even huntsman students were this naive.

Speaking of which, Junior gave a look to the twin in red -Miltia- to stop making eyes at the teen and to resume her job on watch duty.

She soon caught him staring. Miltia then sent back to him a look which conveyed 'I can appreciate good eye candy and do my job at the same time'.

He rolled his eyes.

"Teenagers." The bar owner grumbled under his breath.

Hei can perhaps understand her "inspecting the landscape" due to the skintight onesie the kid wore showed off his well fit acrobatic, swimmer's build. Something which he sadly knew was Miltia's particular taste.

But for god sake he-

'Oh, great, her.' Junior groaned out upon looking back out at the dance club.

That blonde chick was back.

He wondered when she would show up this weekend. The information broker actually hoped she'd skip out this weekend and give him a damn break.

She came right up to the bar and more specifically, right behind the red and blue spandex-clad teen.

He didn't seem to move until he appeared to detect her presence behind him and turned around.

The young kid practically froze in his spot as he saw the full view of the blonde. His eyes widened upon seeing her and found his mind shutting down momentarily.

"Um…. hi?" Was his first choice of words. "You're… beautiful."

He soon clamped his mouth in embarrassment.

Miltia, who bore a catty grin, soon flipped it around upon hearing the compliment. She instantly shot a murderous, burning glare at the blonde who appeared not to notice.

Yang blinked at those words, surprised and off putted by the comment but liking it nonetheless as her sour mood lessened to some degree.

She found herself smiling a moment later, flicking her hair back.

"Am I now?" Yang asked teasingly. "So glad of you to notice."

"How can't I?" He bluntly admitted and promptly slammed his head down on the bar upon realizing his second outburst.

She playfully smiled at him before regarding his attire and placement.

"Well, onesie, I hope you realize you're in my seat."

The brunette blinked and looked down at where he was seated.

"Oh, I didn't know this seat was reserved. Sorry about that." He said, hopping off the seat a moment later.

Lilac eyes widened along with her smile. "Just like that?"

He gave her a confused look. "Uh, yes."

More of her sour mood diminished to a greater degree now.

"My~ what a gentleman."

And it seemed the girl in red's mood seemed to become the opposite as this happened.

"Kid." Peter turned his head over to hear what Hei had to say. "None of these seats are reserved." Junior grumbled, eye twitching.

"They're not?" Asked the brunette teen when he felt some fingers graze across his cheek.

"This one soo~ is." Yang said, shooting him a saucy wink that made him jolt back a bit, blushing and stuttering as a result.

The blonde found her grin widening considerably, finding his response a bit empowering. Glad to know that her womanly wiles can make boys stumble over their words so easily.

"You just like it for a number of reasons which I don't want to list off." Junior grumbled once more. "Now what do you want, blondie?"

Rather than answering the bar owner, Yang had her mind fixated on something far more important at this time.

"Can I get a strawberry sunrise? No ice. Oh and one of those little umbrellas."

Peter gazed upon all this in bewilderment, at a slight loss as to what to do.

'Man, Cap should've given me some pointers in all this.' He thought to himself as he opted to walk away from the bar. 'Wait, Mr. Stark is probably better. This is more of his scene. Oh, or even Clint or Natasha. They've been in the spy game for-'

"OOOooooo!"

Peter turned around and his mind went a bit haywire at the sight of the blond girl grabbing Junior by his family jewels.

Parker's jaw dropped and felt himself turn stone cold while his lower region felt considerably threatened now.

"I don't want to waste any more time tonight so I'll give it to you straight." She withdrew what looked like a phone and showed a picture to the information broker. "Do you know her?"

Fighting back the utter pain he was feeling at his "family jewels", Junior had to look at the photo presented to him.

From what he was seeing, this woman looked like an odd pallet swap of blondie. Dark clothes with black hair was all that he got out of it.

"I have no idea who this woman is, I swear." Junior wheezed out.

If he definitely had more time with this photo, then he would be able to scrounge things up and work from there. Yet it seemed Blondie here wanted to know on the fly, which didn't work on this case.

"Excuse me?" Yang squeezed harder.

"H-Hey now." Peter weakly called out to her.

Yang's attention turned back at Parker and her expression softened.

"What's wrong Onesie?" She asked with a smirk in place.

"Onesie?"

"You're wearing one."

"It's not a Onesie." Peter instinctively replied, only to clamp his mouth at the giggling smirk Yang let out.

Peter stuttered slightly when trying to recompose himself. "L-look, I've never done something like this before but, man to man, I know what he's going through."

Junior looked like he could hug the brunette right about now.

A moment later, he found his jewels being relieved of their pressure and he exhaled in relief.

He shot the look of utter gratitude towards Parker before he coughed into his hand and stood up straight.

Peter then felt a strange buzzing of some kind from the back of his head. He turned around and let out a small yelp at the sight of several dozen suited men who were now standing behind him.

"You'll pay for that." Junior declared, pulling out a pair of red shades and putting them on.

'Who puts on shades in a nightclub?' Was Peter's immediate, mental question.

"Oh, Junior, I was only playing." She said teasingly.

"Playing into sexual harassment." Said Junior.

"He's kinda right you know." Peter couldn't help but say.

"Aw come on, Onesie." Yang whined. "And you were such a gentlemen earlier."

"My aunt didn't raise no disrespecting man." Peter said with a wag of his finger.

"None of that matters!" Junior barked out, snapping his fingers in the air and now Yang was surrounded on all sides. "You have some nerve walking into my bar, stirring up trouble and threatening me."

In an instant, Spiderman felt his gut clench up at the sight of the blond girl being surrounded on all sides by what was effectively Juniors goon squad.

He wasn't reckless by any stretch of the- yeah, who was he kidding, he was reckless.

And it appeared Yang was to as she punched Junior away and into a wall with visible stars and hearts floating around his head. Straight out of a cartoon really.

As this happened, many party goers soon left the club with many following; knowing a big fight was about to break out and no one wanted to get hurt in the crossfire.

'Whelp, guess I got no choice now.' Peter "dejectedly" thought to himself as he slipped his mask on.

He flipped up and over the small wall of security guards in front of him and landed right next to the blond girl.

He looked back at the girl and his lenses widened to their full width upon seeing Yang cock her arms up and down with gauntlets forming around her hands and arms.

She pumped her hands once and shotgun shells flew out from a side compartment.

"You got shotguns for gauntlets?! That's so cool!"

Yang blinked when she saw the "onesie" wearing teen now bearing a mask with large white, mechanical lenses.

"Thanks." She regarded him. "What's with the mask?"

"Completes the look." Peter retorted, lowering himself onto the ground in a crouch with one hand placed upon the floor.

Before getting a response from the girl, everything around Spiderman's perception seemingly slowed down.

The web head felt the hairs on his arms and the back of his head stand up on edge as he began to perceive virtually everything around him.

His enhanced senses picked up on leather gloves tightening around melee weapons.

The smell of gunpowder filled his nostrils as did the slightest hint of movement by all around him.

He detected the motion of the club-goers moving to vacate the establishment as more men working for Junior poured in.

Just as everything began to move normally from Peter's point of view he swiftly leapt into action.

Landing in a handstand, he pushed back to deliver a back kick before flipping into the air to let loose a few punches on the airborne thug. He then grasped his leg and threw him to another goon.

Upon landing, he performed a matrix-like move to avoid an axe swing. In retaliation, he fired off a web-line at the thug, swung hard and had him collide with another of his compatriots.

"Whoa~hoo~" Yang whistled out, clearly impressed as to what she just saw.

Not wanting to be left behind on the showboating, she leapt into the air with her right fist reared back. Upon coming down hard, she sent the dance floor shaking, greatly unbalancing any and all of Junior's lackeys.

Using this to her advantage, she rocketed towards the nearest one and delivered a few uppercuts and straight haymakers before performing a backflip kick with an incoming roundhouse kick. This recent blow sent the one thug flying into one thug before Yang went off to fight against some others.

During this fight, Yang did have to voice some concern with the mask-wearing teen as she eventually got close to him during this brawl.

"You don't need to tag along. This is my fight." She said, firing off a shotgun punch at a thug's chest.

"It would be rather rude of me to leave you on your own." Responded Spidey, who fired a few web-shots to immobilize some goons. He soon jumped in close and knocked them out quickly with some well-placed kicks.

"Aren't you sweet, but I can take care of myself." Yang said with a wink.

Spiderman shook his head. "Sorry, my aunt would have my head for leaving a lady unguarded."

Yang stared strangely at the teen but found herself smiling a moment later.

"Well then~ if you would?"

She reloaded her shotgun gauntlets and pressed her back against Peter's.

"After you, ma'am."

She chortled. "You really are a gentleman."

The two teens used one another to launch themselves at the thugs surrounding them coordinating a dual assault with one another.

Yang struck first and hard, punching two goons away in an instant.

She saw another sailing through the air up above, webbing on his back. Yang jumped up to deliver a powerful uppercut and sent the man hurtling into and through the ceiling.

Spidey slid underneath a man's legs before quickly maneuvering around to deliver an uppercut to send him airborne. Another webline was fired, which was soon swung around in Yang's direct path of sight. She reared her fist and fired off another shotgun blast to send him crashing to the ground.

A red and blue blur flew past her, colliding against a man trying to hit her whilst distracted. Wanting to pay Spidey back on this, Yang quickly grabbed his arm and swung him hard to spin around each other in a top-like fashion for them to send out some kicks. At its end, Yang let him go, which sent the masked Avenger flying and colliding against a far off goon.

With that man down, Spidey soon caught a punch, which he redirected into another goon's face.

"Wow. I gotta say this now after seeing you all. You must have really gone through Hell to coordinate your looks. Did you guys go to the same tailor? The generic trim salon? They do say that you'll like the way you look, guarantee it."

"SHUT UP!" One of the guards shouted. "I happen to like this look!"

The young Avenger simply weaved and bobbed his body around, effortlessly dodging any and all that ran at him, armed with bats, swords or axes.

Yang, meanwhile, was simply punching through every grunt which got in her way or within her line of sight, firing off her shotgun gauntlets with every strike to send every man flying and crashing.

"Are there more of you guys?" She taunted. "If so, I may or may not contact customer service and give a complaint. I might even have to give a bad review of this place."

From the sidelines, Junior wasn't liking where this was going, making him call out to two people in particular.

"Melanie! Miltia!" He barked out.

In a matter of seconds, the duo cleared the dance floor when Junior's twin lieutenants were now approaching them.

Peter soon gave Yang a playful smirk from underneath his mask as the music on the dance floor changed.

Soon a thought came to mind, which seemed appropriate due to him recalling his aunt May watching a number of dance competitions on TV.

"Perhaps for this dance number, we can crush the competition."

Yang only threw her hands to her sides, causing empty shotgun shells to fall out before throwing up two new straps of ammo and catching them into her gauntlets. Her weaponized accessories were now reloaded and ready.

"Only if you keep up."

Yang moved to attack the twin in white while the one in red appeared to eagerly pursue after Spiderman.

Miltia got right in the web head's face and rather than attack him, he was thrown off when she placed a hand atop his abs.

"Mmm~" Was what he heard as he felt her hand trail up. "Chiseled and muscled."

His mind went a bit haywire at that, not expecting something like this at all.

"I appreciate a man who wears my colors so naturally and passionately." Miltia purred out.

Peter got so distracted did he not notice her one hand viciously twist his wrist. She then spun him around with a judo-like throw, which sent him crashing to the ground.

He recovered and in retaliation, he leapt back up once performing a sweep kick. With Miltia mostly airborne, she was off guard for her opponent to grab her leg and threw her across the room. Before she collided with the one pillar, she spun around to stop the intended collision, only to be met by a punch across the face which sent her back faster.

Once her back met the pillar, Spidey unintentionally got in too close to the red twin. This resulted in her grabbing onto his spandex-like suit and flipping him around so his back was against the pillar.

"Oh~~~" Miltia said, pressing her body up against him now. "You're more than just abs."

"Jesus lady, are you always this forward?" Peter said, squirming his way away from her.

"Only to the boys that catch my interest." The red garbed teen said sensually.

"I need help, I need help." Spiderman said aloud. "Adult! ADULT!"

"Miltia!" Junior shouted, teeth clenched tightly in irritation. "Stop playing around dammit."

"Yes, I would very much like that." Peter desperately said, pointing rapidly at the crime boss.

"You don't wanna play with me?" Miltia said, managing to trail her finger up his chin.

"Whyyyyy meeeeeee~?!"

Whilst this was going on, Yang was blocking a series of leg strikes with her gauntlets. Roundhouse kicks, front and backflips, you name it. She had to be more careful, given the blades attached to her opponent's footwear.

Melanie was putting up quite a fight, getting the blonde's blood rushing as the two continued their brawl.

The two clashed, the impact of their attacks making them fly back slightly with a bit of distance between them now.

Just as she was about to go on the offensive once more, she found herself being spun about to face the twin in red with a clearly disappointed look on her face. Spider-man sailed overhead at the twin in white.

"Wha-"

"Let's switch up." He cried out almost desperately.

"Huh?"

"Just do it." Peter squeaked out, moving to attack Melanie who didn't seem bothered all that much by the change in opponents.

Yang looked at the web head in a flabbergasted expression when her new enemy made her voice heard.

"Boo~" Miltia spoke up. "I wanted to play with him more."

Yang stared at the girl in bewilderment. "What the hell is your deal?"

She was met with an annoyed glare. "Why did you get the beautiful compliment?"

It was clear to the blonde brawler that she wasn't expecting such a question before she found herself laughing and whipping her golden locks back in a flourish.

"Because onesie has an eye for real beauty, it seems." She said in a pompous manner.

"We'll see about that." Miltia declared, shifting her vambraces to their claw form, charging forward a moment later with Yang returning the gesture. "Once I carve up your pretty face!"

All the while, Peter was now engaged in a more proper fight with the twin in white who proved to be a formidable enemy.

Spidey matrix dodged a horizontal kick from Melanie. As this occurred, he noticed the glint of steel on her heels.

"Do people here weaponize everything they have?!" Peter exclaimed in astonishment. "That's really cool."

Melanie didn't comment about that, only thinking it was perhaps a defense mechanism of his to put her off guard.

"By the way, you look really cute in that outfit."

Of course that comment did put her off guard.

"Oh, thank you."

"Just so you know, I don't have anything planned with your sister." Peter said straight away whilst parrying her strike with ease. "Even if she too was cute, but deadly."

Melanie's response to these comments were…

"If my sister takes a liking to you and you get her pregnant, you better take responsibility." She bluntly stated.

Spider-man choked on his breath and tripped on his own footing, face planting on the floor.

"Good lord, you're just as bad as your sister!" He shouted, looking up and dramatically pointing at her.

"I'm not that bad." Melanie said with a huff.

"You just told me that you expect me to get your sister pregnant!" Spiderman retorted, getting back up to his feet. "She was all touchy feely but you jumped right into mid-life crisis!"

Melanie went in for a spinning split kick which he deftly avoided before his hand shot up to grab her heel.

He quickly let go as her other foot went in to cut his hand and he backflipped away as she brought her leg down for a heel kick/slice.

She eventually gave him a few faint strikes amongst genuine ones, in order to find an opening. Eventually she found one, delivering a helicopter kick when his back was turned.

At that moment when the blade met with his back, she expected to see his Aura flare. Yet to her surprise, she saw the blade of her heel cut through his back, leaving a streak of blood.

"Ow!" Peter yelled out. "Hey! I just got this suit! And that really stings!"

Melanie was clearly startled by this and looked upon him in slight shock.

'Does he not have an aura?' She internally asked herself, watching him now run right at her.

She responded by going in for another kick though he avoided it by jumping and landing on his knees and slid beneath her leg. Once getting past her, he instantly turned around to shoot a web line at her ankle that kept her balance in her attack.

With a tug, Melanie was tripped up and fell and in an instant Peter was upon her.

He fired off webbing repeatedly and soon had her in a cocoon, completely immobilizing her.

"And stay there!" He proclaimed in victory.

With the white twin immobilized, Spidey spotted blondie was still against his creepy flirter, who was trying to slice her up.

Firing a webline, Peter hurled himself forward. Maneuvering in the air, he brought his legs out and struck Miltia along the side.

Yang went in for a dual, shotgun blasting punch that sent the red dressed twin sailing back through a table.

She landed hard on the ground and appeared to have difficulty getting up.

Seeing his chance, Peter quickly fired off a number of web shots to restrain several areas of her body.

"Time for you for a timeout, missy!" Spidey chastised her. "You are a very bad girl."

"Mmm~ bondage, kin-OOMPH!"

The twin in red was silenced with her mouth covered in the sticky webbing.

"Please, PLEASE STOP!" He all but whined.

Rather than speak up, she gave him a sultry look with her eyes, despite her bindings. She wiggled around in the webbings, letting out a sensual moan with her cheeks turning a bright red.

"Oh c'mon!"

"She really likes you." Yang said, standing next to him.

"I literally just met her ten minutes ago!" Parker complained, sounding even more childish.

The blond was unable to make a snappy comment when the duo heard the sound of heavy footsteps.

The duo turned to see Junior walking out of a hallway, now wielding his own weapon which was presently in its rocket launcher form.

"Seems I have to do this myself."

"Where in the hell were you keeping that?" Peter asked in astonishment.

Ignoring the question, the club owner took aim and fired off a shot.

Instead of a single projectile, it split up and became six.

"Whoa, that's so awesome." Peter stated. "If only they weren't being shot at me."

A webline struck one of the projectiles. With a hard yank, Peter swung it away and had to collide with one of the others to cause an explosion.

This didn't stop Junior from firing anymore. Upon unleashing several more payloads of other mini-missiles, Yang had to start shooting them right out of the air with her gauntlets. Letting loose a volley of punches, the shotgun blasts were able to start taking them out, leaving a big smokescreen in their wake.

This ended up becoming a diversion for Junior to come in with his weapon now in its large metallic bat form. Yang was able to block a number of hits with her gauntlets, but one hit slugged across her face and sent her back in a stumble. As she recovered, she was sent flying away when one hit struck her from underneath her chin.

"Hey! It's not nice to hit a lady like that!" Peter proclaimed jumping into a high kick that Junior deflected with his baseball bat.

The bar owner was surprised however to find himself sliding backwards from the strike with his arms rattled slightly.

This kid's strength was nothing to scoff at.

"And it's not nice to butt into other people's businesses." Junior countered. "Hell, I just saw you for the first time tonight. Why the hell would you go and help this bratty hellraiser?!"

"I made a judgement call." Peter admitted. "Trying to figure out if that was the right one still."

"Damn kids." His opponent shouted, going in for a spinning horizontal attack with his bat.

Peter jumped back, dodging all the attacks and landing several of his own that was causing the man to stagger back.

Just as the two were about to continue their fight, there was a strange sound that was akin to an explosion on the other side of the bar.

They both looked over to see Yang had stood back up and had slammed her fists together. And now her hair also looked like it was on fire.

'Wait, she can go super Saiyan?!' Peter thought in utter astonishment.

Rushing in close, Yang started clobbering Junior, who brought up his metallic rocket launcher bat in defense. Yet each blow started to break it apart as it left more of an opening. And before long, he was struck away and briefly tumbled across the ruined dance floor.

Grunting in pain, Hei rose to his feet. His fists were clenched tightly when he felt something thin in his hand.

He held up one hand to see his destroyed, transforming bat and in the other…

Were gold-blond locks.

Yang saw this as well and in an instant, her eyes went from their playful and mischievous lilac color into a more rage inducing red.

Before anything could be done, a webline struck Junior at the chest.

Once getting a firm hold, Peter gave a hard yank and brought the information broker right towards them.

Rearing their fists back, both Yang and Peter struck him across the cheek and launched him towards the bar.

Hei collided with the shelves and collapsed to the ground, causing many of the alcoholic beverage bottles to come down and break on top of him. As a result, he soon succumbed to a state of unconsciousness.

"Woohoo~~~!" Yang exclaimed, punching her fist into the air and firing off the remainder of her shotgun shells. "I didn't get what I wanted, but I got what I needed tonight."

Peter blinked, taking a moment to look around the now severely damaged bar. He let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his head.

"Um… I think we did more damage than necessary."

Yang laughed, throwing an arm around the web-heads shoulders.

"Eh~ they were asking for it."

"Were they?"

He heard the writhing moan of one Miltia who was still ensnared in his webbing.

"Barring her." Peter deadpanned, ignoring the blonde's boisterous laugh. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather leave now and leave this mess before we get in trouble."

"It's not that bad." Yang said, the two began to walk out of the bar.

Parker rolled his eyes at that.

"Let's see. This is a semi-public/semi-private establishment. You ended up starting a fight and I'm an accessory and someone's bound to have called the authorities. I for one would not like to be sent to jail and be given a massive fine when the owner decides to sue for property damage and medical expenses."

"Yeah~~~ but~~~"

"And god knows what your parents might say to all this." Peter tacked on, soon pinching the bridge of his nose. "Cap is probably gonna kill me."

Yang instantly deflated. "...Do you have to ruin the mood?"

"I sadly have to."

As if emphasizing the point, they started to hear police sirens faintly from outside.

"Well… crap." Yang remarked.

Peter let out a sigh and without warning, wrapped an arm around her waist, ignoring her yelp of protest and jumped into the air.

Instead of falling back down, he fired a webline to the ceiling and yanked himself further up so they may get to the ceiling. From there, he used his stick'em powers to climb up the wall and get them through the skylight.

"Okay, that was interesting." Muttered Yang.

"You ain't seen nothing yet."

It was after that did Peter essentially get them away from the premises from a mighty leap and swinging around the buildings.

"WhoaWOOOOOO~~~" Yang went from shouting in shock to whooping with glee upon being swung through the air. "THIS IS AWESOME!"

Peter found himself chuckling slightly when his face heated up when he felt the girl wrap his arms tightly around him while she continued laughing with utter glee. Though there were a few moments when they went through quite the plummet, causing her to scream before yanking back up for an overarching swing to avoid some parked vehicles.

"Since when could you do this?!" Yang asked, closing her eyes to enjoy the wind whipping in her hair.

"For a while now."

"So the whole spider thing on your chest wasn't just a stylistic choice." Yang remarked with a hum, leaning her head against his shoulder, grinning as she felt the teen tense up. "Hmmm, say, are you a Faunus then?"

"Eh, no."

"You sure, cause you climbing up walls and those webs…"

Eventually landing at the highrise of a building, Peter kept hold of his spot whilst Yang kept hold of his form.

"I got my own special set of skills." Peter said. Reaching forward to one arm, he rolled down the sleeve slightly to reveal a wrist device. "That and I have these to help sell it."

Yang eyed the device before guessing there was a matching one on the other arm.

"Neat."

Peter hummed a small thanks. "So… do you perhaps have a place I can drop you off?"

Yang thought back before paling slightly.

"My bike but it's back near the Club."

Peter hung his head in defeat. "Dang it-Ow…"

"You alright?"

"With the fighting done and not swinging or a bit, I'm really starting to feel my back stinging."

Yang nodded in understanding, taking a peak at his back where she saw the nasty gash that he had received from the fight.

'Hopefully his aura will fix that up soon.' Was her thought.

Unbeknownst to her, she would not know the truth of this element.

*BRRRMMM*

Blinking, Yang felt her Scroll vibrate in her pocket.

'I should probably get that.' She thought, adjusting slightly to acquire the device. 'Has to be dad or sis.'

Thankfully, it was the latter.

"Hey Ruby." Yang said cheerfully.

"Yang? Where are you?" Asked her sister on the other side straight away. "I just had to push your Dustcycle away to another place from a destroyed bar. The police are swarming the place."

Yang gasped in sheer joy. "You did that? For me? Awwww~~~ Sis~~~~"

"Yang~ Why do I have to help pull you out of trouble?" Ruby whined on the other end.

"Because I would do the same for you."

"No you wouldn't." Came her sister's deadpan response.

"Ugh!" Yang mockingly moaned out. "Hurtful, sis, hurtful."

She heard her sister blow a raspberry with the older sibling laughing in response.

"So where are you right now?"

"Like five blocks away… east from the bar."

'That's apparently quick.' Was the thought. "Thanks and I'll be on my way."

"You better, cause you are my ride back home in case you forgot."

"You got it." Yang said, hanging up and looking at her current ride. "Say can you-"

"Yeah, I heard." Peter remarked. "Right next to my ear you know?"

Yang giggled. "Thanks Onesie."

"It's not a onesie." Was his reflexive response.

Eventually, Peter arrived at where Yang's sister was supposed to be waiting for them and lo and behold…

"WHOA~~~~" Was the immediate response from the blonde's younger sibling, rushing straight up to Peter with her somehow teleporting all around the web head.

"Who are you?!" Ruby asked in utter astonishment. "Where did you get this suit?! It's amazing!"

Briefly ignoring the red hooded girl…

"Uh… You can let go now."

Yang blinked before realizing they were back on the ground.

"Aw poo, and I was enjoying my joy ride."

She slowly unlatched herself from the webslinger before brushing her hair back, given how wild it got during the "ride" back to her bike.

"You okay?" Asked Peter.

"Yang…"

"I most certainly am."

"Yang…"

"That's good to hear."

"Helloooo~"

"It was my first time and all-"

"STOP IGNORING ME!"

The blonde and webslinger broke their conversation before focusing on the younger teenager.

"Thanks for saving our ride, Rubes." Yang said in a chipper tone. "Wouldn't have known how to get my precious baby out of that scenario."

Her gratitude went unnoticed as her sister was rather busy zipping around Peter and mostly invading his personal space.

"Uhh…"

"These are incredible." Ruby squealed, poking and prodding the arachnid Avenger. "This whole suit is incredible. Did you make this?" Going from the suit, she soon found the web shooters. "And these?"

"Hey!" Yang said, an annoyed tick mark appearing on her forehead at being ignored.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you say something?" Ruby asked in an innocent manner.

Her older sister's irritation gave way to amusement. "Ok, yeah, I figured that's only fair play."

"Bleh." Was Ruby's response, pulling her eyelid down and flicking her tongue at Yang.

Peter smiled underneath his mask at the two interacting.

"Well come on Rubes." yang said, gesturing for Ruby to hop on the Dustcycle. "We still got time before our curfew. With my driving, we'll be home before dad grounds us."

As the two sisters jumped on to the Cycle, Yang turned to Spider-man with a wide grin in place.

"Thanks for tonight web-head." She said cheekily. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time."

Peter thanked god that his mask was still on to hide his crimson face.

He opened his mouth to respond when he realized something rather important.

"Hey, sorry, but I didn't get your name earlier."

Yang tilted her head, letting out an 'oh' of realization.

"How rude of me." She said with a slight dramatic flair. "Name's Yang Xiao-Long, badass extraordinaire." She then jabbed her thumb to the other girl present, who was essentially riding "bitch". "This here is my little sis, Ruby Rose."

"Hello." Greeted the silver-eyed girl, waving at him excitedly.

Peter hummed aloud, looking back and forth between them both. "...You two don't look like-"

"We're half-sisters, but sisters all the same."

"Yeah!" Was Ruby's proud proclamation.

"Sorry, didn't mean to offend either of you."

"No problem Mr…"

The Queen's native pulled off his mask before brushing his hand through his hair. "Peter Parker." He said simply, offering his hand to shake, in which Yang obliged to take.

"Heck of a grip you got there. Matches what action I saw you with." Yang said with a wink.

"Right back atcha."

"Nice meeting you." Ruby said, Peter stating the same just as Yang revved up her engines.

"Hope we get to do this again sometime." Yang said and before Peter was able to answer, the blonde had already accelerated. "Bumblebee away!"

Peter only watched with a bemused look as the duo sped away.

"Well… that's one way to spend the night." He said to himself.

Looking back at the side mirror, Yang saw Peter leap up into the air and fire another webline to somewhere above before swinging away from the scene.

"He's something, ain't he?" Commented Ruby.

"Yeah… he definitely is."

Who would've thought she'd make a friend in such an experience.

"You think he'd let me-"

"If you ask politely, he might." Yang remarked. "I mean, I didn't even need to ask and he gave me one heck of a joyride."

Elsewhere in the city, Peter was exploring more of the present environment. More so with him trying to navigate his way back to where he last saw Steve Rogers.

Upon landing on the street, he looked around for a bit before trying to figure out any other possible locations the First Avenger may be located.

"Okay, there was the library… What else did Cap say he may check out?"

"Ahem."

Peter froze up and felt dread filling up his being as he slowly turned around to see one stern but also amused looking Captain Rogers.

"Oh… hey, Cap. What's up?"

"Nothing much. Seeing the sights, taking a nice stroll, hearing on the news of a pair of teenagers causing havoc at a nightclub."

"...I have a reasonable explanation for that."

"Try me."

"Is this your… student, Mr. Rogers?" Asked a gorgeous spectacle wearing blond woman standing behind the good Captain.

"He more or less is." Steve said with a small laugh. "So Peter, mind explaining how in a few minutes that we were apart you apparently got into a fight at a bar owned by a criminal?"

Peter greatly wished he could flee and get as far away from the scene as soon as possible. Yet he couldn't for a good number of reasons.

"Were they doing something that warranted you thrashing them like that?" Steve asked.

"Er… they were attacking a girl." Peter quickly said. "And not like one or two of them. There was a whole gang ganging up on her. Don't mind the bad grammar."

"And what else…"

-Scene Cut-

"How is she?"

"She'll be fine. She just needs some rest and her aura will kick in soon after to take care of the rest. Though that arrow did a lot more damage than anticipated."

Within a small room in a small village sat a tired and exasperated Qrow Branwen.

Before him were three strange individuals that confused him as much as they did trouble him.

One appeared to be the most normal of the trio, wielding only a bow and arrow yet in a way that also made him the strangest of the three.

The other two were twins who held powers that honestly bewildered the Huntsmen, having never seen abilities like it.

Clint Barton, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff were their names.

And from the very first meeting he had with them all, Qrow felt something off about them.

Not in a bad way so to speak.

They wouldn't have saved Amber otherwise.

But… he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Just that they felt unusual as a whole.

Still, they saved Amber from seemingly getting killed. They didn't appear to want anything out of it so at the very least he would hear them out about their situation.

"How bad are we talking here?"

"May be off her feet… for a while."

It didn't take much guesswork on what's being implied.

Clint sighed, rubbing his hair when he looked over at the twins.

"What exactly happened?" He asked them both, something Qrow himself wanted to know.

Wanda frowned as she recalled their initial skirmish with the trio that tried attacking Amber.

"Saw some commotion nearby, went to investigate and saw those three attacking Amber." Pietro spoke first, crossing his arms.

"All because of her being the Fall Maiden." Wanda added on, recalling what she was able to read from the minds of the attackers.

Qrow stiffened when this was said.

"The Fall Maiden?" Voiced Clint. "What's that supposed to be?"

"That's what Amber is." Wanda stated. "I was reading the mind of one of the people who tried to kill her, Cinder, and she had this thought about Amber and her being the Fall Maiden."

Barton gave her a stern look. "Wanda…"

"Clint, I know. I shouldn't have used that, but the situation screamed for it."

Hawkeye let out a sigh. "Alright, alright. I get it. Nat would argue for it if she were here honestly."

"Hang on a second." Qrow spoke up, making the Avengers turn to him. "Sorry for cutting in all this drama but, did I hear you correctly? You can read minds?"

Wanda bobbed her head left and right. "Sort of. I mean, yeah, I can read minds but it's more of a visualization of other people's thoughts."

Qrow leaned back, letting out a whistle of astonishment. "One hell of a semblance you have there."

The trio of Avengers gave the man a strange look.

"Semblance?" They all repeated at the same time.

"What's that?" Pietro asked.

The man who had been midway through taking a drink out of his flask paused in his actions.

He looked at them all in bewilderment as they stared back expectantly.

"Um, a Semblance?" Qrow said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You know, what your abilities are?"

"If by abilities you mean the world's greatest marksman then I guess that's a semblance of what my abilities are."

"A Semblance…" Wanda muttered, trying to figure out if she was able to get that information from Cinder and her two lackeys. "That's the thoughts that they had when Pietro and I saved Amber. They kept wondering what our Semblances were and how to counter them. But… that's it."

The black haired huntsman was looking between them all with clear confusion.

"You guys don't know what Semblances are?"

"Gee, what gave it away?" Pietro couldn't help but sarcastically ask.

"Oi." Clint said, giving the speedster a look who rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

Qrow instead kept his attention on Wanda, giving her a scrutinizing look.

She has the apparently crazy ability to read the thoughts of others so perhaps she got more when she ran into those who attacked Amber.

"What else did you get from this Cinder?" He asked, leaning his elbows on his knees as he gazed upon the scarlet themed Avenger intently.

Wanda shook her head. "Only their names and motivation. Pertaining to either killing her or somehow stealing her powers and leaving her for dead. And someone by the name of Salem."

Qrow narrowed his eyes when this was voiced.

"This just got more complicated."

"Who is Salem?" Wanda asked, sensing a great degree of fear and discomfort coming from the grizzled man.

"You don't wanna know."

Clint soon adopted a knowing look.

"You know this Salem, don't you." He stated.

Rather than denying it, Qrow crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Not personally, no." He admitted. "But she's bad news all around."

"And those three who attacked Amber work for her?" Pietro asked.

"From the look of it." Qrow stated. "They attacked her knowing that she was the Fall Maiden."

"You still haven't explained what that is." Clint stated.

"There's a lot that either of us haven't talked about." Qrow shot back, sighing as he dragged his hand down his face. "Look, I greatly appreciate your assistance and all but you three need to go home and leave this be. I'll take care of things from here."

"Ok, yeah, no, I'm gonna have to stop you right there." Hawkeye declared. "In case you haven't noticed, we are involved in this now whether you like it or not."

"We did beat those losers back from getting what they wanted." Pietro reminded the Huntsmen.

"And I bet their boss will want to come after us once reporting back on their failure." Added in Wanda.

Seemingly backed into a corner, he retaliated with a question of his own to hopefully dissuade the topic.

"Who are you people?" Qrow finally found himself asking.

"We're the Avengers."

Qrow snorted. "That answers absolutely nothing."

"Like you have with the way you dodge our questions?" Clint retorted.

Branwen felt a headache coming on so he needed to get things in order before he decided on what he should do next.

"Look, this back and forth we're on now is getting us nowhere. So how about we start over and give each other an olive branch. I'll share what I know and you give me things in exchange."

It appears the Avengers agreed with this suggestion with the three of them nodding at the Huntsmen who let out a relieved sigh.

"Alright then." Clint spoke first. "Now, who's Salem and what's this Fall Maiden?"

In order to answer this, the huntsman asked them a simple, yet complex question.

"Let me ask you three this… what's your favorite fairy tale?"

-Scene Cut-

As the story of the individual known as Salem was told, far off in an undisclosed location was where said person resided.

In a dark and dreary place filled with the nastiest of nightmares, a place where the skies were perpetually red with the land below nearly as black as night is where this new setting takes place.

Within this environment resided and roamed the blackened creatures known to this world as Grimm.

They wandered the barren and dead fields of this land freely and without restraint, courtesy their master.

This place goes by a handful of apt names.

The Grimm Lands.

The Evernight.

The Land of Darkness.

This territory was once the domain of a dark deity who abandoned not just this land but the world entirely with his opposite twin brother.

Now all that remained were the creatures of Grimm and their new master for countless years.

In a tall, misty cliffside resides a bleak structure. It somewhat consists of black marble, ivory wood, dark purple and obsidian-black dust crystals and stretches high into the reddened sky.

The light from the broken moon shines through a room akin to that of a throne room. At it's far end lies an obsidian-black crystal throne. And the one sitting in this uniquely made piece of furniture was a woman of ashen, bone white skin with black veins around her eyes and parts of her face.

Her eyes had a jet black sclera with glowing crimson irises. The hair she bore was fashioned into a half-bun style with six offshoots that were all wrapped together, having obsidian ornaments suspended on them.

On her forehead was a diamond shaped, black marking to add to her menacing appearance.

The women's garments were comprised of a very long, short-sleeved black robe that obscures her feet and partially dragged across the ground, with its distinctive feature being a curved high collar with dark red trim bordering the outer edge of a narrow window exposing her bust in a vertical ellipsis resembling an eye, and completed with a long shawl emblazoned with three interconnected, maroon-colored vertical elliptic sigils resembling a trio of overseeing eyes above a series of maroon-colored diamond emblems. She also wears a ring resembling a Beetle on her right hand.

There she sat, ever waiting, ever patient. She had all the time in the world to move and await for anything. She was in no rush.

Soon enough the door leading into this chamber creaked open to reveal two of her servants in this present generation. One was human, the other a Faunus.

"My Mistress." Spoke the dark haired Faunus.

"Tyrian." She regarded her fanatical underling before eying the other. The most distinguishing feature about him was his rather spectacularly large mustache. "Arthur."

"Cinder and her team have returned." Arthur said in a rather bored fashion.

"Oh? To have returned so soon? Send them in."

"Of course." Said Tyrian.

Exiting the chamber for the briefest of moments, the Faunus returned as he ushered the small team into the present space.

To some degree, Cinder remained calm in being here. Same can't be said for her two team members as they were slowly quaking as they moved.

Neither really expected to be here of all places, despite having been recruited by their "leader" for their own agendas.

Yet here they were, at the center of what's essentially Hell upon this world.

"Cinder." Salem greeted cordially enough. "I am glad to see you have returned to us but… it seems you came back lacking in your objective."

In an instant, Cinder fell to one knee with her hand over her chest.

"Mistress Salem." She spoke softly and with respect. "I regret to inform you but I failed in my objective in capturing the powers of the Fall Maiden."

Salem's displeased aura was easy to feel by all those in attendance but the woman managed to keep herself calm despite hearing the news.

Arthur, however, snorted in a mild form of amusement.

"I see… And what pray tell caused this to happen?" Spoke the ivory, white-skinned woman.

"There were some unforeseen elements who-"

"Get to the point." Drawled out the mistress of Grimm.

"Two individuals prevented us from taking the powers of the Fall Maiden." Cinder answered straight away.

Salem arched a brow at that. "Oh? Only two you say?"

It was at that moment that one of Cinders followers, Emerald, stepped forward.

"You don't understand." Emerald said almost desperately. "The two that attacked us had powers we've never seen before."

Mercury then spoke up. "One of them was fast. Like really fast. His speed was unlike anything I had ever seen. I couldn't keep up with them. We had the Fall Maiden on her knees one second and the next thing we knew, we were being hit hard by that silver-haired bastard."

"Before that, we were restrained by some sort of red energy." Cinder stated. "A telekinetic energy."

Arthur hummed aloud, making some turn to him.

"Speed semblances are not entirely common." He mused aloud.

Salem had her mind on the other Semblance, however. "Hmm… telekinetic semblance. Such a rarity. Haven't seen one like that in a long time. Unless there was some sort of variant…"

"It's not that kind of semblance, mistress. Or any of them." Cinder looked up at her master and Salem with a grave expression.

"Quite the boastful accusation." Said Arthur.

"Why would you say that?"

"It was more than telekinesis. The girl in red. She was able to read our thoughts."

The group all turned to her with sharp looks.

"Read your minds, you say?" Salem asked, making sure she wasn't mishearing things.

Throughout her long existence, she had never heard of such a semblance. It may have occurred at some point in time, in which she was in the dark about.

Regardless, the implication here…

"She got a lot out of us." Mercury begrudgingly admitted. "Why we were after the Maiden, our names, your name and brothers knows what else."

That certainly was not what she was expecting to hear.

To hear such a random, no name individual be able to get such information so suddenly.

It actually managed to put Salem momentarily on edge.

"I see."

"What should we do, mistress?" Cinder asked. "These two who saved the Fall Maiden know of you and our intention of going after her. They are likely keeping Amber close to them to keep her safe from us."

Salem was silent for a few moments, thinking on this matter.

This was… rather sudden if she were to be honest with herself.

When Cinder had called in about returning to her domain, she expected the haughty but talented young woman to return with the powers of the Fall Maiden.

To come back empty handed and appearing to have been beaten rather thoroughly by these two new strangers…

"We will need to adapt and follow through with the original plan." Salem declared. "If not, change everything if need be."

"But Mistress." Cinder gazed upon her with a conflicted look. "What if she's a new piece that Ozpin is using against us? We can't infiltrate Beacon if he knows who we are. Much less any of the other opposing Academies when he sends out word of us."

"She is correct." The mustached man spoke up. "If this telepath did indeed gain information from Cinder then there is a great chance that Ozpin may likely know our plans ahead of time."

"Not that it matters." Tyrian proclaimed in a mad cackle. From behind him came a scorpion tail. His scorpion tail. "If any of them get in our path, they would simply fall before our goddess."

Salem waved off the concern. "No matter, we'll have to improvise."

The queen of Grimm turned to her side.

"Agatha."

The chamber seemed to warp slightly. Amethyst whisps soon appeared within the darkened space to reveal an older woman in deep blue clothes with a purple shawl hanging off her shoulders. And hanging around her neck was a unique ivory broach.

"Yes mistress?" Spoke the newcomer.

"If you would be so kind as to lend some of your gift." Salem instructed, gesturing to the woman who was still kneeling before her.

Agatha looked back and forth between Salem and Cinder as if there was a silent conversation between the two older women.

It was by that point did she realize what exactly occurred.

Turning towards the kneeling girl, Agatha approached her.

"Consider this a loan, Cinder. One which you'll pay back in full once you acquire a Maiden's power. Is that understood?"

"Of course." Cinder said.

From Agatha's outstretched hand, luminescent purple mist mixed with black smoke seeped out from the appendage.

The woman began chanting in a low voice, eyes rolling back as she closed them a moment later until the mist shot forward and struck Cinder in the chest. She let out a silent scream as her yellow eyes briefly flashed purple before receding back to their natural color. Upon its end, she let out a breath she didn't know she held as she tried calming down her heart.

Cinder held up her hands, eyes wide in stunned shock at the sight of the purple mist that Agatha possessed now flowing around them.

"Don't get too used to it, despite it being training wheels for when you get a Maiden's powers."

Cinder found herself grinning maniacally, standing up with a deep bow directed towards Salem before she and her followers -or posse as Arthur describes- departed from the room.

"How much did you give her exactly?" Inquired Arthur.

"I'd say half what a normal Maiden carries."

"Sounds appropriate enough." He mused. "But in all honesty, half seems generous enough as is. A quarter is better."

"We shall not be taking any chances with these new variables." Salem stated aloud, brokering no room for arguments. "If Ozpin intends on countering our plans, then we shall do the same and leave him flat footed."

"As you say."

"Resume the other plans on the board. But also find whatever information about this girl in red and her companion."

Her followers bowed before her and moved to leave when…

"Agatha."

She turned to her Mistress and approached her.

"Yes?"

"A word, if you would be so kind."

As the chamber closed, leaving the two alone, their conversation resumed.

"What do you make of this?" Salem asked. "These newcomers with these strange abilities."

"Can't quite say." Said the woman in blue and purple clothing. "Been around here for a couple of centuries and never really thought of anything else outside the norm."

"But…"

"I honestly don't know. Something seems… off. No one person could have more than one semblance. Well… except for a few… who are dead and gone like the one you sought to recruit."

Salem was silent upon hearing this, her mind awash with thoughts as she mused on this new development.

Two wildcards appeared out of nowhere and in an instant knew about her existence and her plans, perhaps even more so.

"Do you perhaps think this girl in red to be a Maiden?" Agatha inquired.

"That remains to be seen. We don't know who the Summer and Spring Maidens are. Winter is presently in Atlas, given what Arthur told us. And Fall is no doubt heading to Beacon."

"That may be the only excuse we could theorize. A Maiden using her natural semblance and using her newfound gifts to perform enhanced abilities."

Salem gave a small nod of agreement.

"Like I said to the others, look into this girl in red. And the other who was with her. Both of them have now shown themselves and we will be seeing them again. I'm sure of it."

"I shall do as you ask, Mistress."

AN

Alright then, another chapter down, so much to do and first and foremost, thank you all for reviewing and the excitement emanating from the return of this story.

So… bet you guys are surprised about this development.

The inclusion of Agatha Harkness was something Jeb, Bullet and I all agreed upon from the get-go cause the world of Remnant is the perfect place for her inclusion.

We got some big plans with her though that's really obvious for everything we have for this reboot.

Jebest4781: And given what happened recently in various forms of media, we'll be adding more things into this than we originally intended. They were just too good to pass up and not use. Of course y'all just have to wait and see what they'll all be.

FMW: Oh yeah, Jeb literally pitched this idea midway through this chapter and oooooooooooooo does it fit into the story we have planned and I'm excited just thinking about it once we reveal what other surprises we have in store for you all.

So everyone, other than that, quick additional thank you to all those who came back from the old story and hopped on to this one so readily.

So happy to see such support from all of you guys and hope you guys are ready for the start of a brand new adventure.

Also, quick confirmation from several PM's and reviews that had brought this up.

That opening narration in the first chapter was indeed done by the Watcher.

Rate Read and Review and as Always Have Nice Day.