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.

8. Debuts and Preparations

Been a while, right?

So let's not waste with idle chatter. That'll come at the end.

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Avengers Age of Remnant Chapter 8: Debuts and Preparations

"Home sweet home." Were Sam Wilson's first words upon the return of the Avengers to Beacon academy.

Or more for the other five Avengers with him as this was his first time setting foot in the Academy of Vale.

They had returned back from Atlas not too long ago and right now were in the process of getting themselves situated in Beacon for the foreseeable future.

As teachers.

The thought itself was so bizarre to consider and process as…

That was never really an idea or thought any of them had ever considered. To be mentors and teachers to students who have powers.

Peter kept remarking that it sounded like something out of a manga and comic book. Pietro was inclined to agree. And that was the first thing the pair opted to purchase on Remnant.

Not anything useful but entertainment.

Currently, the Avengers had all been given individual rooms, courtesy of Ozpin and they were all getting comfortable within them.

Each one had been given an "advanced paycheck" from Ozpin as their "sign up" bonuses for being Beacon faculty and had gone on several shopping sprees in getting clothes, food, an assortment of other materials and anything else that had caught their fancy.

After all that was said and done, the group had a small get together in the empty faculty room with Tony being present via Scroll-facetime.

"So, how's everyone getting settled in? Got everything ya need?" Tony inquired on his end. "If ya wait like two weeks, can send a couple of things over ya know."

"No need for that for now." Steve waved off. "Right now, we just need to focus on… well, getting used to all this."

"Shouldn't be too hard." Clint remarked, leaning on the couch in Steve's room which was occupied by Wanda.

Pietro was sitting at the table near the right wall with Sam on the other side.

Peter was sitting on the wall near the door, taking apart his web shooters as they had their meeting.

"How is it not hard?" Wanda asked in confusion. "This is an entirely different world."

"With a lot of similarities to our own." Sam pointed out. "Shit, they even have some of the same dishes as we do. You can't tell me that's not a coincidence."

"I'm at a loss as you are."

"But still…" Peter muttered. "This can't be just a coincidence right? Is there like a connection between here and Earth?"

"We did fall through a Grimm portal, kid." Clint said in a "duh" fashion.

"Has to be, honestly." Steve mused. "What do you think Tony?"

"Why defer to me?" Stark inquired haughtily.

"Because you always love to talk and show off." Barton retorted. "So come on smartass, flap your gums."

The smartass on the other end only rolled his eyes before drumming his fingers against his chin.

"For starters, the similarities Remnant shares with Earth is a bit too uncanny." Tony stated, expression conveying deep contemplation. "Scarily so. So the kid ain't wrong about that. There's a connection that both these worlds have without question. And it's not relegated to just those tar pits."

"There's much we still don't know or understand." Sam said with his arms crossed. "Gonna need a lot of time figuring all of it out."

"What about a way home?" Peter asked anxiously. "I mean, I know we talked about it and all but-"

"Using the same method may have different results and consequences." Wanda interrupted.

"I figure that." Peter quickly said. "But that was because it was all unintentional really. Ain't there a way to do it in a more controlled setting?"

"That would be poking the metaphorical bear, or Ursa, in that case." Tony said, mulling the idea over in his head. "We don't know what exactly caused us to slip through from Earth to Remnant. Could be a one in a billion fluke really."

There was a momentary uncomfortable shared between the Avengers until they heard Pietro grunt aloud.

"What's up, speedy?" Clint spoke up, looking over to the speedster who appeared to be in thought. "Something on your mind?"

"Yeah…" Pietro murmured. "Did we ever talk about just what HYDRA was doing with that Grimm Pool? How long were they studying that thing? Better yet, how'd they keep it contained like that for so long?"

This got the others to be silent and ponder about these questions.

Pietro did bring up a good point, which was rather worrisome.

Not to say that he didn't have his moments but they, including Pietro himself, knew he was an act first ask questions later kind of guy.

Tony hummed aloud now. "Would've seen something like that from what Natasha leaked onto the web."

"Perhaps HYDRA never put everything on their servers." Clint pointed out. "Remember how we found out about Klaue?"

"So there's likely documents that they may have off the books on the Grimm Pool on Earth." Rogers surmised. "Think Nat will find them?"

"If anyone can do it, it's her." Clint said in complete confidence. "She's not alone either."

"So she's got Vision and Rhodey." Wanda remarked.

"But would they be enough?" Clint asked.

"I wouldn't count on that."

This got a number of eyes aimed towards Stark. They saw he was looking away, idly working on his suit at the moment.

Steve let out a tired sigh. "What did you do?"

They watched as he ran a hand through his hair, chuckling slightly. "To be honest, I never thought one of my protocols would finally go off."

"What protocol is this?" Clint warily asked.

"One of my better ones."

"Tony…"

"Look, it's not a murderous AI this time around." Stark quickly said, hands held up in a placating manner.

"Get to the point." Sam said, now impatient.

"...Well…"

-Scene Cut-

"Tony had this?" Natasha said in surprise, looking at a datafile that had apparently been active since the disappearance of the other Avengers.

"Apparently." Rhodey stated, already sifting through it.

"Paranoid much?" Nat said with a snort.

"Given his track record in these past years, yes." War Machine remarked before giving Nat a look. "And who are you to call him paranoid?"

"Hey, I'm properly paranoid." Romanoff rebuked the colonel. "He's world ending paranoid."

"You worked for SHIELD."

"My statement still stands."

Rhodey only rolled his eyes at that with neither speaking any further save for comments on the file every now and then.

Vision had been silent in all this, simply gazing at the litany of candidates that Tony had dubbed the "New Avengers" contingency. It appears that this had been put into place after the battle of New York back in 2012 but became solidified after the downfall of SHIELD last year.

It appears that Nick Fury had been busy keeping up with the growing numbers of enhanced across the world and upon SHIELDs downfall, Stark picked up the slack.

Since his birth being only a few short months or rather weeks ago, the android Avenger had noticed the growing uptick in world ending events coupled with the rising number of those of the superhuman variety. Not much of a surprise to know that Tony was keeping up to date with them like he was. He remembered many of the files that his creator had compartmentalized away which was apparently meant to form this contingency that they had found not long after the disappearance of their friends and comrades.

And would you look at that, there are some of these enhanced individuals right in their New York backyard.

"So," Natasha speaking caused Vision to break out of his deep thought process, looking over to the now de facto leader of the Avengers. "Where and who should we start with?"

-Scene Cut-

-Remnant-

-Several days later-

Sam Wilson was casually strolling through the halls of Beacon Academy, the aviator becoming more accustomed to the school as the days have gone by. He knew they were gonna be here for an indefinite amount of time until they find a way to get back home so may as well familiarize himself with this place.

After all, he and the rest of the team save for Peter would become teachers here.

'A teacher.' Falcon huffed to himself, shaking his head at the thought. 'How in the hell did we get roped into being that?'

Were any of them even qualified?

Just cause one saves the world doesn't mean they'd make for good teachers.

With another shake of his head, Wilson arrived at his intended destination.

He walked into the meeting room that Ozpin had bestowed to them in Beacon and found Pietro and Clint lounging about, eating lunch together.

"Hey Sam." The speedster greeted casually, the archer nodding silently at the aviator.

Wilson simply inclined his head at them before looking around the room.

Clint saw this, raising a slight brow at his fellow Avenger.

"Lookin' for something, Sam?" He asked, making Pietro look back up at Falcon.

"Yeah…Where's Peter?"

"Huh?" Maximoff said in confusion.

"Peter," Sam said again. "Where is he?"

"Don't you know?" Pietro asked.

Falcon rolled his eyes. "No, that's why I'm asking you."

"Oh. uh…" The Sokovian shrugged. "Dunno really."

Sam only deadpanned now at Pietro, turning to the more mature of the pair in front of him.

"Do you have any ideas, Clint?"

Hawkeye only shook his head. "Haven't seen him all day really. Why are ya lookin' for him? Do you need him for something?"

Wilson only gave an iffy hand motion. "Sorta. Just Cap and I haven't seen him since morning. We know everyone else is here but after breakfast, Parker just up and vanished and we haven't seen him since then. Did you guys see him at all?"

Pietro and Clint shared a look, a silent conversation between the two as a means of asking each other if they saw Peter at all. They both soon came to the conclusion that-

"Nada." Barton answered for the pair. "No idea where he went off to."

"Tsk." Sam rubbed his chin after hearing that.

"What's the big deal anyway?" Pietro asked, now leaning forward on the table. "What's up with you wanting to know where he went?"

"Just something Steve wanted to know." Wilson elaborated. "He figures a kid like Parker ain't one to sit still even if told to."

The archer hummed aloud, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed and face conveying thought.

"Well, there's a number of places he can be right now." Barton remarked, thinking over said places. "This place has a lab for him to use so he can be there. A smith shop to make more gadgets. The library is another place since he absorbs knowledge like a sponge. And then there's-"

"Alright." Sam cut the archer off, handheld up to him. "That, that's real helpful as much as it isn't really."

Clint simply shrugged, a silent response of "you asked, didn't ya?"

Wilson sighed, hand dragging over his face.

"What's the problem?" Pietro asked. "It's not like Peter's a troublemaker."

That seemed to draw the ire of the bird-themed Avenger, drawing a bewildered gaze from the speedster.

"What? What'd I say that was so wrong?"

"Aw come on Pietro." Sam bemoaned. "You should know this about us by now. It's not that we're troublemakers. It's that trouble always finds us no matter what."

Much as he wanted to, neither the Sokovian nor the marksman could deny such a reality. It honestly came with the job of being superheroes.

Trouble always comes around.

And speaking of the topic of their discussion.

Said topic was currently getting adjusted to the world they currently found themselves in by web swinging in between the tall buildings of Vale.

Garbed in his suit, Spider-Man landed atop a roof that gave him a good vantage point of the cityscape around him.

He was crouched down low with knees up to his shoulders and hands placed upon the ground.

'Lot like New York.' Peter Parker mentally said to himself, surveying the streets below. 'Just a lot… cleaner… and smaller.'

With a shake of his head, Spider-Man jumped from the rooftop, free falling for a few moments before firing a webline to swing up high into the air.

He had been out here for about an hour by now, wanting to fully adjust himself to this new but also familiar environment. It was still a bizarre thing to see and realize just how much in common this place had with New York.

Or really, how much this world had in common with Earth, rather.

The young webhead was still in deep internal debate on just where the Avengers had ended up at.

Was this another planet? An alien world?

Or rather… and this one is just crazy in the mind of the teenage superhero, what if they had found themselves in the middle of another universe.

That idea alone was insane to consider honestly.

That would completely change the initial idea of singularity. If there is indeed a multiverse, they would be dealing with an eternal inflation system of never ending changes and probabilities and possibilities. A truly mesmerizing, tantalizing and terrifying thought.

With a shake of his head, Peter banished the thought for now.

Being on another world was cool enough as is.

Multiversal stuff, should it exist, can come later.

He landed on a wall, quickly scaling up the building and flipping over to land on another roof that overlooked a plaza down below.

It was pleasant for the most part with the people of the city idly going about their everyday business. Some were rushing to work, others were on a lunch break whilst families were spending time together.

All in all, a nice, peaceful day.

…

So what was this strange buzzing that he was feeling right about now.

Scrunching up his face beneath his mask, he held a hand up to his head, patting it several times in different spots as if to see if that can help him figure out what he was feeling right now. He shook his head several times and surprisingly, the buzzing subsided…

…a bit.

Now it was like this subtle hum that he can still sense from the back of his head.

He shook his head again, rubbing the back now.

What is going on right now?

Whilst Peter was going through this unusual episode, down below in the plaza was a single man in a hoodie who was walking in between all the civilians at a casual pace. He wasn't rushing nor making any moves that would seem suspicious.

This man had one destination in mind.

A dust shop directly in front of him that also served as a bank.

Typical of the Schnee brand. Profit and the commodity all in one location. The arrogance was on clear display for all to see.

And in that arrogance, a target.

He walked into the bank/shop, taking a moment to scope out the area. There were some civilians here and there.

Not that they mattered really.

One of the employees within the shop noticed his presence.

"Yes sir, can I help you?" She politely asked.

The man slowly raised his head up to the woman who addressed him and a crooked smile made its way onto his face. The woman's' face faltered slightly until she saw something wafting around the man.

At first, it appeared to be dots of some kind until she squinted and saw that it looked like-

'Sand?' The woman internally thought when her eyes widened into that of terror.

The sand converged around one of the arms of the man which in turn formed an oversized mallet.

He hefted his arm up, ignoring the cries of fright all around him as he mallet arm down into one of the dust stands close to him.

"A purchase and withdrawal please." He remarked cheekily.

It wouldn't be long before alarms flared to life as the man burst out from the building with duffle bags of lien and dust in his enlarged sand hands.

People screamed and began fleeing from the man who laughed at the pandemonium he caused.

Taking a step forward, he was blindsided by two lines shooting down from above, snagging the bags he held and pulled them right out from his hands.

"What the-?"

"I believe these belong to the nice people working at this establishment."

The man looked up to see a rather unusual sight.

Standing atop a lamppost was a man clad in a bright red and blue spandex suit with wide white lenses and black web-themed lining the suit and spider symbol on the chest of the suit.

"Sup." He casually greeted.

"Who are you supposed to be?" The man irritably asked.

"Just a well concerned citizen doing a righteous duty."

"Don't you know who you're messing with?" The man challengingly asked, holding up one of his arms that morphed into a large spiked, sandy mace.

"No, but I can tell you'll tell me anyway."

"You're not from around here, are you?" The Man snidely said.

"I'm new in town."

"Well Deadman, the name's Baker. William Baker."

"Baker? Like cookies and pastries?"

"Does this look like a pastry dish to you?" Baker barked, holding up his sand-mace arm. "You really aren't from around here punk. Everyone in this town knows not to mess with the Sandman."

"Sandman?" The brightly clad hero chortled. "What, did your mom give you that name or did you think of it yourself?"

There was a noticeably visible twitch of anger from the Sandman as this strange newcomer kept on talking. That voice of his was grating on his nerves already and he still held the haul he had just gotten in his hands.

"Then again, Spider-Man isn't all that original either." The red and blue teen said with a cross of his arms. "So who am I to judge, honestly?"

Baker had enough by this point, rearing his arm back. "Not gonna be any judge for that much longer you punk."

Sandman swung his arm at full force, smashing into the lamppost and breaking it in half.

"Whoa!" Spider-man exclaimed, grabbing the bags to throw and web them up to the wall above the Dust shop/bank before landing in front of Sandman. "Swing and a miss!"

This only served to further incense Baker who was now glaring angrily at the hero.

"Who the hell are you?" He shouted, morphing both his hands into enlarged fists.

"Didn't I tell you already? I'm Spiderman."

"Is that supposed to mean something?" William barked out, cocking one of his fists back.

"Well… no not yet this is my first outing out-WHOA!" Peter jumped back as a sand fist smashed into the spot where he stood.

Sandman moved to pursue, swinging his fists wildly about, extending and growing them as Spider-man got further and further away.

Webbing a line to another lamppost behind him, Peter swung around and slingshot himself right at the Sandman. William hastily erected a sand barrier in front of him that took the brunt of the attack but was still sent hurtling back to the ground.

Sandman growled, pushing himself up being now fueled by anger.

"Who in the hell do you think you are, you snot nosed punk!" William all but shouted, getting back up to his feet. "Do you have any idea who you're dealing with right now?!"

Spider-man tilted his head at the man, noting the hoodie he had worn had fallen off during his kick to reveal a striped shirt of light green and dark green.

"Is Waldo a cousin of yours by any chance?" Peter couldn't help but ask.

Sandman paled slightly. "You… How do you know about Waldo?"

Spider-man almost fell over upon hearing this. "Holy-Really? I was joking about that! You actually have a cousin named Waldo?!"

Baker had a tick mark appear on his forehead as the teen hero began to laugh.

"What's so funny!?" He roared out, slamming his enlarged fist towards the costumed teen. "Tell me, you bug!"

"Make me." He taunted.

William exhaled steam out of his nostrils. Never before had anybody in such a short amount of time successfully managed to piss him off so easily and seamlessly. It was almost impressive if it wasn't so downright infuriating. He wanted to kill this chatterbox already.

"I will, right before I bury you alive!"

"Oooo~ generic much."

"HOW ARE YOU THIS ANNOYING?!" Sandman thrust his arms out, sending two sand pillars in Spider-man's direction.

The web head leapt over the two pillars, landing on one and running atop it before jumping into a web swing.

William didn't react in time from the dual kick to the chest he got from the web-head, sending him flying into a bench that was dented upon impact. The criminal groaned in pain, the flare of his aura surrounding his body.

During the last few moments of this fight, loud thudding sounds could be heard along the street. This was somewhat ignored by Spiderman, that was until that strange buzzing started to flare again once the thuds began to escalate.

A moment later, Peter was struck from the side and sent flying.

Sandman let out a groan, looking up at a rather large, broad form standing over him with a hand being offered for him to take.

"You took your sweet time, O'hirn." William grunted, shooting an appreciative smirk at the man that had come to help him.

"I waited for ya at the rondevu point and you didn't show. Now I see what held ya up." The larger of the pair stated.

The man was gargantuan to say the least, being at the very minimum six foot eight. He wore black cargo pants and boots with a gray shirt. There were unusual patches on his muscular forearm that didn't look like regular skin. In fact, it looked a lot like a leathery hide or the skin of another animal entirely.

What this comparison might best be described to be comes from the most discerning feature about this man being the large rhinoceros horn on his head.

"So who's the bastard holdin' us up?" O'hirn inquired, looking around the area until Baker pointed behind the larger man.

He turned to see Spider-man get back to his feet, white lenses landing upon the two and his posture slouched slightly.

"A two for one special. Fantastic."

"Who's the runt?" The horned foe asked, eyes narrowing at him.

"Punk calls himself Spider-man." Sandman said, slamming his fist into his palm.

"What a lame name for a Faunus to call himself."

"A Faunus?" Peter repeated, thinking back momentarily to the secondary subspecies of humans with the additional animal features on Remnant. "Uh… not a Faunus dude. Just a guy who's all spider-themed with his heroics."

"Then I find it insulting." O'hirn's nostrils flared like that of a charging rhinoceros. "Looks like you need an education when dealing with the Sandman and Rhino of Vale."

"Wow, education?" Peter parroted. "I didn't realize you had the capacity to speak words with more than four syllables."

Rhino's expression fell, now looking both unamused and annoyed.

"Yeah, he doesn't know how to shut up." Sandman grunted, not even needing to look at his partner to see the expression he currently held.

"I can see that." Alexander O'hirn grunted, widening his stance now. "Let's give him the old one two."

A menacing grin blossomed on the shorter of the pair, holding up both arms, conjuring sand around his hands. One was a giant hammer and the other was the spiked mace whilst Rhino called forth his semblance. A gray, silvery aura began surrounding his body before concentrating around his legs and large horn.

"Oh boy." Peter quietly said to himself, that weird buzzing sensation starting to scream now. "Gaara and Toro the bull. Naruto and Looney Tunes. What a combo."

The criminal pair ignored what the kid was saying and went in on the offensive.

Rhino charged forward in a shocking display of speed, making Peter's lenses widened in fear. Jumping into the air at the last second, instincts took over as Spider-man angled his body in time as Baker had leapt after him with the intention of smashing him into his sand mace.

He landed on the ground, angling his entire body back in a matrix-like dodge to avoid the beefy arm of O'hirn. Letting his back fall to the ground, he immediately went into a back roll, kicking his legs up to strike at Rhinos' arm.

Alexander let out a grunt, eyes conveying clear surprise at the pain he had just felt.

His aura held strong but that was a definite shock.

"Eat this you little shit!" Sandman bellowed, going in for another series of rapid swings with his sand arms now shaped like a pickaxe and baseball bat.

"Sorry, but I have a strict diet for survival."

"Then how about a taste of metal."

"Ack!"

The distraction by Sandman was enough for the Rhino to grab Peter by the chest and without warning, the teen was thrown at full force towards a passing bus.

Plowing through the bus window, Peter quickly recovered and maneuvered away from the seated and standing passengers.

"Excuse me! Pardon me! Coming through!" He said, landing and flipping through the moving vehicle towards the back.

Reaching the end, Spider-man kicked through the window and landed on the other side… right on a rather skittish belly-flop.

"Ow, ow!" He groaned. Standing up, he patted himself down as he saw some vehicles coming to an abrupt stop around him. "Arms, check. Legs, check. Head, check. Mouth is surprisingly still in order."

"NOT FOR LONG!"

Spider-man snapped around in time and let out a girlish shriek at the sight of the charging Rhino making a beeline straight for him.

"Oh crap!" Spider-man barely managed to jump and flip right over the Faunus whilst shooting a small web right at the eyes, temporarily blinding the man.

"Hey!" He yelled out, reaching for his eyes, trying to pry the webbing off before crashing headfirst into the side of a building and falling over in the rubble.

"Aiya, that's not good." Peter said to himself, seeing the destruction that was transpiring now.

"Hey freakshow!" The now familiar voice of Sandman came from behind the superhero. "You're gonna pay for that!"

"I thought that's what you were gonna do." Peter shot back. "You know, with all the money you- oh that's right, you failed to steal it if memory serves me correctly."

Hearing this got the desired reaction from Baker, the man having his eyes nearly bulge out with anger and vein on his neck. It's amazing how quickly this kid successfully managed to get under his skin but by the gods, he was doing it with flying colors.

Before long, he could hear the police sirens in the air. This got Baker to grit his teeth in annoyance.

"Damnit, the fuzz."

"About time." Peter said in relief, crouching down, one hand on the ground and another raised above and behind him. "Alright Mr. Sandman, how do you wanna play this out? Do you wanna be a good little boy and take your punishment or-"

"SHADDUP!" Sandman created a sand ax and flung it at full force at the web head who jumped to the side to avoid it.

The sand ax smashed into another building, eliciting more panicked screams from the civilians around the area.

"I need to get them away or else people will get hurt." Spider-man muttered to himself. "His schtick is sand so if he needs it dry, let's see how he likes it wet… God that came out horribly." He shook his head, clearing out those thoughts. "If I remember, the wharf is over this way. Hopefully it's deserted at this time of the day."

Peter leapt into the air, firing a webline and swung away from Marko all while taunting him.

"C'mon Sandy, I'll be easier to find than your cousin Waldo if ya can keep up."

"Don't ever mention my cousin!" Sandman roared, pursuing after the spider-themed Avenger who was staying ahead of him whilst guiding him to his intended destination.

As this went on, O'hirn was surrounded by the newly arrived police.

"Keep your hands up where we can see them."

O'hirn smirked. "Oh you'll see 'em." He said, reaching down and prying out a large chunk of road debris. He then chucked it right at the police vehicles.

Several were practically wrecked at this time with many officers diving away for safety. More so when the destroyed vehicles were soon picked up by the rhino Faunus and thrown moments later.

Instead of crushing a few officers, a number of people saw the vehicle was suspended by a litany of webs.

Confusion was rather present before they saw someone swinging in. "This one's mine, officers."

There they witnessed Spiderman coming in and striking O'hirn hard with a dive kick before delivering a series of punches and kicks.

"Hey, needle nose!" He said, hands on the rhinoceros horn and swinging around it. He then leapt away once letting go, not before kicking the large Faunus at the back of the head. "Party's this way!"

The Rhino growled before giving chase alongside the Sandman.

Swinging about, Spider-man avoided many thrown objects from behind. Mailboxes, lamp posts, cars were a number of examples, courtesy of the criminal duo.

Rounding the corner, he avoided one such item. As he did, he saw a harsh impact on a building with a mother walking with her daughter beneath it. Debris began to fall, causing the mother to push her daughter out of harm's way.

Witnessing this, Spider-man swung back in, fired a webline at the mother and pulled her out of the way. With the intensity of the pull, the masked hero had the mother practically fly towards him. He soon caught her before swinging down to the ground where the fallen child waited.

Once depositing the mother towards the child, the pair took off in fear as Spiderman didn't get any form of gratitude.

He soon found the reason why in a mere moment later.

Parker yelped as he was snagged from behind and was slammed onto the ground several times like a ragdoll before being thrown away as one. He was then grabbed by a sand appendage, flinging him roughly into the ground, picking him up and throwing him again.

Next thing the kid from Queens knew, he crash landed into what appeared to be a sports store.

His body tumbled about, colliding against several stands and displays before coming to a stop.

"Oh that's gonna leave a mark." Peter bemoaned, his entire body aching from pain.

A loud crash was soon heard, prompting Spiderman to peer over from his prone form to see the Rhino has charged and broken through a store wall.

Looking over, Parker saw a bowling ball display and had a small idea.

Firing off some webs at it, he pulled hard to cause the display to fall over and have the many weighted balls roll towards the Rhino.

"Cartoon logic, don't fail me now."

In his mind, he thought the Rhino would step on at least one of them and comedically fall over. Unfortunately for him, the large Faunus stepped on several balls and simply crushed them under his feet.

"Cartoon logic, you completely failed me." Peter said, hanging his head in disappointment.

The Web-Slinger was soon kicked away, causing him to tumble once more some distance away. He soon turned over and saw the Rhino peering down on him with a smirk.

"Now I'm gonna crush you like what I did to those bowling balls." O'hirn stated, leering at the teen.

Peter soon panicked as the Faunus lifted his large foot above him. As this happened, the teen Avenger saw what was behind his present foe.

"Wait, wait!"

"What?"

"Weight."

Firing some weblines, they attached to some shelves containing various gym equipment weights. Tugging them, Peter saw the large shelves topple over and fall on top of the Rhino.

With the Faunus temporarily down for the count, he got up and ran out of the store-

*BAM*

-only to be met with a fist to the face.

"Urgh." Peter murmured, rubbing his face, feeling particles of sand falling from his mask.

"You think you can mess with us and just get away like that?" William Baker snarled, stomping towards the downed hero with his arms covered in sand that took the shapes of spiked kanabos. "Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?"

"Why do you sound like you're from Brooklyn? Or Queens for that matter?" Peter couldn't help but say despite his slightly disoriented state. "There another New York Cap and I should be aware of?"

"Who and where?" Baker said in bewilderment. "The fuck are you even saying right now?"

"Hey, hey, is that language really necessary?" Parker admonished, shaking off his dazed stupor.

Hearing this, Baker was unable to prevent himself from rolling his eyes.

"For real?"

"I have some standards to uphold for all the good little boys and girls in Remnant."

"I've never even seen your ugly costumed ass around these parts."

Hearing this made Peter incredibly defensive. "Hey, I'll have you know that I happen to like this suit. It makes me look awesome while kicking your butt."

"Ah, Shaddup already!" Sandman roared, slamming his sand surrounded arms into the ground, the pavement cracking before multiple sand spikes erupted from the ground.

"Whoa!" Spider-man was airborne once again, jumping from spike to spike. "Nice video game moves."

"Keep yappin' it up, bug boy."

"Ok, see, that right there is your first mistake." Peter said akin to a teacher lecturing a student. "I can understand the mistake that comes with identifying insects and all. See, an arachnid is an insectoid-"

Peter's "lecture" was interrupted by a pillar of sand nearly crushing him. "Like I care!"

"Your pal would." Parker shot back. "He looks like the smarter of the two."

"Equal distribution of intelligence!"

"Wow, you can say four syllable words too?"

Sandman felt like exploding with rage right about now.

'Does this guy ever SHUT UP?!' Was the internal scream of the criminal who started to create sand spears and chucked them at the wall crawler.

Spider-man was mentally starting to get tired of jumping and dodging all the time. He needed to hurry up and end this now cause the destruction was starting to climb.

It was at this time that the young Avenger then heard his comms flaring with someone familiar speaking on the other end.

"-eter? What the hell is going on right-"

"Sorry, can't exactly talk right now." Peter hurriedly said, leaping over yet another sand mace swing from Sandman.

He heard more chatter but he shut it off by this point as it only served as a distraction.

Right now, his mind was rapidly thinking of just how to take this guy out.

He can get in close but with the sand, he could easily get repelled back. His eyes beneath his mask are darting around rapidly to find the means of finishing the fight.

It was then that his eyes landed on the water nearby.

He almost slapped himself upside the head when he remembered they were now fighting in a wharf. And a wharf has water around it. And what happens to sand when it gets wet?

'Just need to get him soaked and it's smooth sailing from-'

His thought process was soon interrupted by a bellowing roar, rocks being flung about and a pattern of shaking stomps headed right towards him.

"And look who's back. Seems those weights wouldn't hold him down for long."

"YOU'RE DEAD YOU LITTLE MAGGOT, YOU HEAR ME?!" Rhino was practically frothing at the mouth as he ran at full speed towards Spider-man.

Peter was tensed up, waiting for him to come with William even halting in his attacks in hopes of O'hirn managing to gore the young hero.

Just as Rhino was a foot away from the web head, he drops to the ground and kicks the charging Faunus in the knee.

Though it didn't break the bone, it was still enough of a shock for the foe to stumble, fall flat on his face and then proceed to tumble down into the water.

"WOOO!" Peter cheered, jumping into the air. "I am a matador now!"

"O'hirn!" Sandman shouted, facing Peter again. "You little shit! You're a Deadman."

Just as Sandman raised his hands to conjure more Sand, he abruptly froze in place. Around the man was a red hue that prevented him from moving at all.

"What the he-GAH!"

Baker was then violently shoved right into water via a silvery-blue blur that screeched to a halt right next to Spider-man.

"So this is what you were doing." Said a familiar accented voice.

The sound of thrusters followed by arrows being launched came after and moments later, the Avengers were on the scene.

"Oh hey guys." Peter whimsically said, plopping down to the ground as the team all turned to him with raised brows. "Nice of you to finally drop in. I totally had that handled."

Captain America stared at the teen before looking behind him to see some of the destruction that had transpired in the wake of Peter's battle with the Sandman and Rhino.

"Yes, with plenty of property damage." Clint commented in the stead of Rogers.

"Not my fault." Peter said.

"Least he didn't get the city blown up." Wanda remarked, raising her hands that were glowing red. "Or destroyed."

"Is that what we qualify as a job well done?" Sam Wilson inquired, idly watching the two men that Peter had been combatting for the past few minutes get lifted out from the water. "Cause if so, we've set a terribly low standard."

Hawkeye wordlessly pulled several arrows, aiming them at the duo and firing. Both were struck by taser arrows followed by rope arrows to bind them after they were knocked out.

Steve watched in silence for a few seconds, the police coming in to apprehend the two criminals whilst Hawkeye opted to approach the cops, pulling out the identification he got from Ozpin.

Rogers turned back to the teen hero who had gotten back to his feet.

"Hell of a debut." Steve couldn't help but say.

"Better than what happened at the club." Peter quipped.

"Ya did… Well, it's passable." Rogers jokingly praised.

"I'll take it." Spidey said with

"What now?"

"Hopefully this will be done quickly and we'll be back to Beacon." Steve said, patting the teen on the shoulder. "Come on, let's head back."

-Scene Cut-

Over at the cold, yet climate controlled city of Atlas, one billion, playboy, philanthropist was really regretting the situation he was in right now.

Why?

Because he was in one of those stupid and excruciatingly boring rich people galas where all the attendants do is stand around and pat themselves on the back in the most narcissistic ways possible.

And they're not even doing it the fun, awesome way that he does it.

It's the typical snobbish, nose upturned cause of all the crap they love to smell that revolves around themselves.

So really…

Something he had long since moved away from.

And yet he's been brought back in due to present circumstances.

So many people here who seriously needed an attitude change. Should he be the one to do it?

Well… if given the right circumstance and motivation to do so, yeah, he'll do it.

"Yes, this year has been troublesome with the White Fang but our profit margins are still looking up." Said a snide and overly condescending voice.

Tony rolled his eyes, looking over at the man of the hour who had put this gala together.

Seeing Jacque Schnee before him… boy the man looked horrifyingly similar to his late father… minus the rather large mustache. And douchey vibes.

His dad was an asshole and didn't really show him much love. And Howard Stark did have regrets on such things, given what he learned over the past years. But my god, douchebag if ever there was one, he dubs thee Jacque Schnee.

He really wished he wasn't here right now.

Is it too evil to wish for something bad to happen so he can just suit up and show off?

"-es, I'll be sure to let your sister know."

Tony glanced over to see General James Ironwood speaking with a young, whitehaired girl that he had recently seen perform.

Weiss Schnee, daughter to Jacque Schnee, was standing before the general and she was as prim and proper as they come.

Very much of a military/perfectionist girl if he ever saw one. Disciplined to a fault, hardly anything out of line. Had a stick so far up her ass, which would explain her attitude if anything.

Would explain how she and Winter are sisters. Seems the young one either is emulating her sister intentionally or it's all in their blood.

But at the same time, he could spot the distant detachment she held at this moment. How much she clearly did not want to be here. She was only here for one reason.

Her obnoxious father who made some lame joke just now with the group around him laughing that fake laugh that all elitists share.

'She clearly needs to loosen up and find someone to open up towards… who may pull out that stick out.' Thought Tony, taking a sip of his drink. 'And I need a stronger drink.'

"Tony Stark."

Arching a brow, the Avenger turned to see none other than Jacque Schnee standing before him.

"Monopoly." Tony greeted in return.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing, just reminded me of a guy I knew." Stark quickly said.

"Uh huh…"

"He's wealthy, if you wanna know." Tony tacked on, a wry grin making its way onto his face.

"I wouldn't know who you speak of."

"He's a private guy. Likes to keep to himself."

"I'll take your word for it." Jacque said, clearly uncertain as to what Tony was talking about, clearing his throat a moment later. "Anyways, I wished to meet with you properly."

"Properly met." Stark said cordially. "What can I do you for, Jack?"

The mustached man's brow twitched but he kept himself composed.

"I have heard of some rumors as of late, pertaining to you."

"Pertaining to what?" Tony airily asked.

"Your sudden rise of wealth, for starters. I pay attention to a litany of people across the world to see how their financial management goes with their businesses. You, however, have come literally out of nowhere overnight."

"Oh that?" Tony scoffed good naturedly, waving him off. "It's nothin'. Just saw an opportunity and capitalize on it."

"It's nothing?" Jacque parroted, finding the man's dismissal aggravating. "Mr. Stark-"

"Tony." He cut him off. "Mr. Stark was my old man."

Schnee silently fumed, finding the man's dismissive and abrasive manner to be greatly grating on his nerves already.

"Tony." He gritted out. "I would have you know that I keep up to date on the economics of the world. It comes with the position I hold."

"Oh, keeping up with the competition, I see?" Tony stated more than asked.

Jacque 'hmphed', looking away slightly. "Is it wrong to know how the market goes?"

Tony shook his head. "No, it's not. Depends if there's an unhealthy obsession towards it."

"And what does this conversation qualify as?" The Schnee Patriarch asked, a challenging edge to his voice.

Stark smirked at him, stepping close to the man, eyes locked onto his own.

"That's for you to decide, Monopoly." Tony remarked. "Maybe some competition is good for ya. Or maybe you can't handle it. Your response is up to you."

It was gratifying to see the man clearly get angered and rattled by his words.

"I see one daughter here." Tony observed offhandedly. "Would've thought you'd have your other rugrats attending if the trend often goes. Unless they're hiding somewhere amongst the crowd."

"They don't always go to every event." Jacque commented before briefly eying his eldest daughter. "As for Winter, she's a Specialist and Ironwood's right hand, per say. Nearly every event he attends, she's not far behind."

"Uh huh, like you dragging your youngest pair to things which are rather unnecessary for their presence; all for publicity."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Oh, I can think of a great number of things." Tony said, clearly speaking from experience. "Obviously they can refuse, yet you silently force them to attend to make yourself look good."

This only served to further raise the ire of the owner of the Schnee dust company.

Tony Stark is already working to embarrass and anger him with every single sentence he says. The callous and brash manner in which he spoke.

He showed no sense of respect towards the man who basically runs Atlas and most of the world with his company.

"I am trying to prepare them for what to expect as they're the future of the company." Schnee arrogantly said, tone tinged with pride.

"The idea has merit, don't get me wrong, but it's mostly how it was done on the intent. Thus it becomes more of a likely excuse, which can only go so far with how you've enacted it. "

Jacque gave the man a small glare. "What are you insinuating Mr. Stark?"

"What makes you think I'm insinuating anything?" He asked rhetorically. "I'm just voicing my factual thoughts."

"Factual?" Schnee's ire only continued to grow, much to the amusement of the Iron Man. "What makes you presume this to be factual?"

"I bet you fund quite a lot of your financials to your PR department to save face and cover up a whole mess load of issues you've done in particular since you took over your father-in-law's company."

Jacque found himself choking upon his breath. "Wh-what?! H-h-how do you know-"

"I'd try the panache." Tony casually said, walking away from the man. "And don't think you're the only person out there in existence to pull such a move."

Jacque only huffed, turning to walk away from the Stark before he could, clearly reaching his limit with the Avenger.

Tony simply snorted at the man's behavior. It was at this moment he spotted Ironwood giving him a wry look, the billionaire to be on Remnant giving him a cheeky smile in return.

James only shook his head with mirth, Tony turning away to stare intently at the Schnee stomping away from him.

'To think I'm gonna have to be more involved with that guy with my new job here.' He thought with disdain. 'My mental sanity can only take so much of his bullshittery.'

If he were to gauge the man, he'd place Jack Frost in between Obadiah Stane and Justin Hammer. Yes, the head of the Schnee company can be considered a threat with how much power he holds, yet he can't be all that intimidating.

That man seems to fold from just some light taunting; which was rather entertaining if done right. Or maybe Stark has had just too much practice with these kinds of situations. Probably that.

People like Jacque, he's seen a dime a dozen on them.

With a sigh, he turned back to face the gala of glum and gloom, spotting the small form of Professor Heimerdinger of Atlas. He made his way over to the stout Faunus when someone else caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.

He spotted a young girl amongst the gala attendees. One which he was familiar with to a degree. She had a good singing voice from what he had seen.

And it appeared she wanted to be anywhere but here given her isolated location in standing alone out on one of the many balconies of the gala hall.

Before long, he was able to get close to her in order to strike up a conversation.

"So…"

The young daughter of Jacque Schnee jolted, spinning around to see Tony Stark walking up to stand beside her on the balcony.

"Mr. Stark?" Weiss Schnee said in surprise, the man ignoring her comment.

"How are you liking this gaudy get-together of the world's best douchebag?"

"Excuse me?" She said, sounding rather affronted.

"Come on." Tony said conversationally. "You know how it is. You can smell the bullshit just wafting in the air."

Weiss gaped in disbelief at the man's callous and casual insulting manner he was displaying right now. Far from the way he was when she first met him.

"I'll have you know that I take great pride in being here." She said in an affronted manner. "The good name of the Schnee is to be represented here and-"

"Wow~ If that isn't the most forced thing I've heard all week." His drab statement prevented her from finishing her own sentence. "Jesus, why can't any of these ever be honest? We just need more events where there's hardly any snooty people around for their own self-interest. God, that will be a breath of fresh air."

Weiss was really unsure and frankly flabbergasted that a man as brazen as this one here was amongst the elite socialites of Atlas. She didn't know whether to be insulted or gladdened that not everyone is as stuck, uptight and as arrogant as most everyone in this gala.

She had gotten a strange feeling from him the first time they met after her recent performance but the way he was acting was not exactly something she was used to. Just who was this man?

"Meh~~" Tony blew out a bored breath. "Can the school year just hurry up and start already? Something interesting should come out there."

Weiss blinked upon hearing this. "School year? Why are you interested in such things?"

"Is it such a crime to be eyeing the future of the world?" Tony rhetorically asked. "I'm already working with Jimmy and have some investment in future projects in Atlas and Vale."

"Vale?"

"Got a… protege, if you can call him that, down there that honestly… he has potential. A lot, really. More so than me and my band of merry men."

She really has no idea what this man was talking about now.

"And speaking of all this school stuff, Winter sure has been making it known about her precious little sister starting her first year in the school of super teens."

Hearing Winter speaking about her made the younger Schnee perk up, Tony turning to eye her inquisitively.

"Don't mind me asking but in the upcoming school year, what elective classes in particular do you plan on taking here at Atlas?"

Weiss squinted at him. "And why would you ask me such a question?"

"Eh~ it's been a while since I've been to school and things clearly have changed since then." Tony offhandedly said. "That and I'm just a little curious. My school life wasn't… normal if you wanna call it that."

She was silent for a moment, looking at this weird man hesitantly before answering him. "I don't plan on attending Atlas Academy."

"Oh really? Why not?" Tony then listed off some facts. "It's close to home. Easier to travel if you don't want to stay on campus-"

"I just want to do something for me." Weiss firmly said, cutting him off from speaking any further. "Something that is not decided by my name but my actions."

The Iron Avenger paused from the interruption. He stared at the girl in an analytical fashion before a small, approving smile wormed its way onto his face.

"Do ya now?" He softly said. "Rather the bold choice. Tell me, are you doing this clearly for yourself or doing it to get away from and get at your father?"

Weiss seemed to realize that she had spoken rather… uncharacteristically brash and was about to apologize when Stark prevented her from doing so.

"Hey now, believe me, I get it." Tony said with complete sincerity. "Your father's shadow is big, but how dark is it for you to be encompassed by it?"

"I just wish to make it myself." Weiss said, a feeling of Deja vu coming over her. "I don't want to be just known as "the daughter of Jacque Schnee". Everyone will always say that here."

"Here?" Tony noted. "So I take it you've set your sights elsewhere."

Weiss nodded assuredly.

"Any place in particular?"

"Beacon." She said with certainty.

Stark blinked upon hearing that, a wry smirk now in place. "Beacon, eh?"

"What's wrong with Beacon?" Weiss defensively asked.

"Nothing." Tony raised his hand, laughing now. "It's just that came as a surprise." She merely gave him a questioning look. "Let's just say starting this upcoming school year will be quite exciting for you and your fellow students."

The heiress can clearly see Mr. Stark knew something. Just that particular smile practically screamed it.

"Ok, you wanna the truth?" Tony said in a conspiratorial manner, making Weiss lean in. "You see the news lately over in Vale?"

"I haven't."

"I suggest checking it when possible." He enigmatically stated. "You'll get an idea of what'll happen. I won't give out spoilers."

"Isn't it easier to just tell me?"

"And ruin all the fun?" He retorted with a snort. "Look Ice Queen-"

"I beg your pardon?!"

"-Just trust me when I say this. When ya get to Beacon, you'll know who I'm talking about. You'll be in good hands."

Once saying his piece, Tony left the Schnee heiress alone as he went back inside.

What he said to her didn't exactly feel reassuring if he was merely teasing her at all. Rather hard to tell.

Her curiosity would get the better of her later tonight in the comfort of her bedroom to see the latest news reports in Vale. Once viewing it, her anticipation in attending it's academy will grow a bit more.

Of course, even if she were to fully attend Beacon, she'll need to go through her father's "tests" to get his full permission and acceptance.

-Scene Cut-

As one future student of Beacon was dealing with her own little conundrums, there was another in the kingdom Mistral undergoing her own preparations for the new start at said academy.

She was a girl of seventeen, fiery red hair and striking emerald eyes.

Her outfit consisted of a brown over bust corset with a light brown vertical stripe down the center, an elastic black, A-line miniskirt, black opera gloves up past her elbows and a red, ankle-length sash around her skirt.

Additionally, she wore elaborate bronze greaves that started below her mid-thigh before continuing downwards into her boots as well as a pair of cuisses that began at the mid-thigh and ended slightly above her knees. She was also equipped with a bronze bracer capable of connecting with Akoú atop the sleeve on her left arm. Her high-heeled boots were brown with bronze trim, matching her skirt and sleeves and reaching up to mid-calf.

To top it all off, she wore a brown circlet beneath her hair with green teardrops on chains, a bronze gorget around her neck and a bracelet on the upper half of her left arm.

Within her hands was a javelin/sword/rifle and a dipylon shield with two sections of the shield looking as though they were carved out.

She stood in a battle stance, ready for a fight, her opponent being a woman that looked to be in her late thirties.

The woman had a darker complexion compared to the girl's lighter, almost porcelain pigmentation with magnetic black hair and a golden headband crown of her own with the sides going down her cheeks.

She was garbed in a skintight outfit of red and whitish-turquoise with golden lines tracing all over her body, three gold jewels embedded into her outfit on her chest and a golden battle sash around her waist.

"Now then Pyrrha," The black haired woman calmly said. "Are you ready?"

Pyrrha Nikos, top graduate of Sanctum Academy, nodded determinedly, grasping her weapons tighter now.

"Yes Master Tina." The red haired girl declared.

Tina smiles slightly before focusing up. With a wave of her hand, a litany of weapons of all shapes and sizes surround her in an ethereal golden glow of translucence. It wasn't until she grabbed a mace from the lineup that it gained a more solid appearance, the rest of her weapons disappearing from sight.

She hefted the weapon up and rested it on her shoulder, staring at the girl in a patient manner.

"Well?"

Without needing any further prompt, Pyrrha rocketed forward, clashing her blade with Tina's.

She grit her teeth slightly as the older opponent seemed unfazed by the attack until she applied her semblance.

"Already?" Tina teased, her weapon vanishing to only be replaced by a trident. "Come now, Pyrrha, I thought you'd do better than that."

Pyrrha said nothing, showing no visible reaction other than pivoting herself into a horizontal swing that Tina deftly avoided.

What followed was what could be described to be a dance rather than a fight as both of them moved with such grace and precision, it didn't look like they were attacking or defending from one another.

Pyrrha was always on the offensive yet no matter how many ways she attacked, from whichever angle she went in from, Tina blocked every single one of them. But the girl was not to be deterred.

She kept changing up her attack pattern with Tina changing up her weapon in return. For every switch up of attacks came a switch up of weaponry from the older of the two, having Nikos constantly changing how she goes at it in this battle.

This went on for indefinite period of time until at last-

"Well now," Tina casually remarked, eyeing the tip of Pyrrha's javelin that was an inch away from her waist. "You got me, my young pupil."

Pyrrha was breathing heavily now, her form relaxing as her mentor dismissed her weapon.

"Come now." The ravenette said, placing a hand upon Pyrrha's shoulder. "Let's get some rest."

The red haired fighter simply nodded, breathing in deep breaths all while trying to steady her heart rate.

They sat down at a nearby bench with some duffle bags and water around it, both taking a bottle for themselves. It was silent between the two for a few seconds, drinking their water whilst resting from their sparring session.

"You let me win." Pyrrha stated, breaking the silence between them.

Tina simply eyed her from the side, arching a brow up in clear amusement.

"Did I?" She murmured.

The ravenette let out a small chuckle at the sight of seeing her student puffing her cheeks out. "You did."

Tina only hummed candidly, looking innocently away, somehow making Pyrrha have her cheeks comically expand even more so.

"Master~~~" She whined, becoming almost chibified with how she was reacting to her teacher's nonchalant manner.

All she got was more laughter in return with then her vision being blindsided by the color red.

"Master~!" Pyrrha grumped, shoving her own red hair out of her face. "You know it takes forever for me to get this hair right."

"Then why not cut it like I always tell you to?" Tina countered, flicking her own hair behind her ear.

"I quite like my hair like this, thank you very much." Pyrrha petulantly said in a huff, turning away from her mentor whilst delicately stroking her hair back in place.

There was a bout of "tense" silence that was soon broken down into a fit of giggles shared between the mentor and student.

"You've improved greatly, my young apprentice." Tina proudly proclaimed. "You're getting faster with your change ups and are becoming more difficult to predict."

"But that's only because I'm used to fighting with you." Pyrrha quickly pointed out. "I don't know how other people will be when getting to Beacon but-"

"But nothing." Her master interrupted, throwing an arm around her shoulder with her other outstretched towards the horizon. "You are gonna go in there and knock them all dead. Show them why you're called the invincible girl."

Hearing the title that had been bestowed upon her only caused the girl in question to squirm within the arm of her master.

"What?" Tina pulled back slightly. "Still not used to the name?"

"I don't know…" Pyrrha rubbed her right arm. "I mean… it's not one I chose."

"But it is one that fits." Tina stated.

"Yeah, when it's everyone else but you." Nikos countered with a light shove of her shoulder against Tina's.

"Well of course not against me." Tina haughtily said, nose up high in the air. "As your master, I always know how to beat you."

Pyrrha's response was that of flicking her tongue at her master, the older woman laughing heartily at her protege's reaction.

A comfortable silence befell the two, the pair simply gazing out at their training grounds. There was a light and pleasant breeze that rolled on by, Tina breathing in deeply.

"You've gotten far in your training, your tournament victories, all of it." Tina quietly said. "And yet what's to come I feel is to be your greatest challenge."

"And what's that?" Pyrrha inquired curiously.

Tina shrugged. "Normalcy."

"Normalcy?" Her student parroted with a bemused look.

She chortled. "Well… as normal as one can get when attending a school of up and coming Huntsmen and Huntresses. You know how it is."

Nikos had her shoulders mirror Tina's moments ago. "I guess."

A thought then crossed the Invincible Girls mind, something that has been bugging her for the last few weeks now as her time in Beacon drew closer.

"Master Tina." She hesitantly said. "Since I'm leaving for Vale, for Beacon… does that mean-"

"There are times where you learn on your own, things you must experience for yourself." Tina stated, looking directly at her pupil. "I may not have anything else to teach you at this period of time. Perhaps later on if we were to meet again. You'll just need to broaden your horizons."

Pyrrha appeared uncertain until feeling Tina pat her shoulder.

"But you'll always be my precious student." The Amazonian Ravenette promised. "Anything you ever need from me, don't hesitate to ask."

Pyrrha only smiled up at her, appreciation gleaming in her emerald eyes.

"Come on, Master." Pyrrha said, getting up. "My mom is preparing your favorite dish as a celebration."

"Oh~~~" Tina mused. "Can't wait to dig in. Oh before we go…"

Pyrrha turned over and saw Tina hold out a sheathed knife towards her.

"What's this?"

"A gift signaling your acceptance into Beacon."

Pyrrha's eyes widened slightly. "A… gift?"

"Each of my students obtains a different gift from me. Yours, in particular, is a knife."

"...Okay, but why a knife?"

"Thought a changeup of your arsenal would be good to make things unsuspecting." Once Pyrrha took the item from her teacher, Tina continued speaking. "Once I take on a student, I forge a pair of weapons; using materials from my home and here in Mistral. One for myself as a reminder of who I taught and obviously one for the student, such as yourself. And todays the day you finally have this."

The "invincible girl" smiled softly before strapping it to her belt.

"One step closer to being a huntress like yourself."

"You can never be a huntress like myself. You can be someone better than that. In time, you will be even greater."

"I bet you say and do this for all of your students." Pyrrha coyly said.

"Not all of them." Tina said with a shake of her head. "Just the really, really good ones. Just the ones I have nothing but pride for."

Nikos couldn't help but blush at such praise since her tone was so earnest and true.

"One last bit of lesson for you to hear today." Hearing this, Pyrrha squared up her shoulders slightly since her master took on a more serious demeanor. "The power of your weapons and semblance comes from here," Tina pointed towards Pyrrha's heart before moving towards her head, "But only tempered by this. The self-control, the discipline, all that comes from the one who wields it. That is where the true strength of a fighter like ourselves derives from. Never forget that."

Pyrrha looked up with resolute determination, holding up her new knife, clenching it tightly in her fist. "I promise to never forget."

Her Master nodded in satisfaction, patting her shoulder. "Good. Now we must be off to see your mother with dinner. We're done for today."

-Scene Cut-

There it is.

The weapons of his family.

The sword and shield combo that had been passed down from generation to generation. It even predated the great war from what he had been told but he wasn't sure about the authenticity of such-

"JAUNE!"

"GAH!"

Jaune Arc, the sole son of the Arc family, jumped in terror from the scream that came from behind him.

He rounded on the person that startled him, glaring at her in comical anger.

"What the hell, Saphron?" Jaune complained, stomping his foot slightly.

"You were getting all swept up in your fantasy land again." His sister idly said, poking his forehead. "Come on, lunch is almost ready."

"Come on dear, no need to scare him like that." Chided a soft voice from the side, making Saphron look at the woman standing down the hall.

"Aw Terra, let me have my fun." Saphron pleaded childishly. "I haven't seen my precious baby brother in so long. We haven't done this in so long."

"I'm pretty sure he would appreciate it if ya just spent time with him without antagonizing him all the time."

"See, why can't you be like Terra, Saphron?"

The response he got in return was his sister simply patting his cheek in a condescending manner "Hurtful, little brother, hurtful. What happened to the sweet little tyke who would follow me around?"

"Gee, I wonder." Jaune sarcastically said, looking over to a picture of himself with his seven sisters all making silly faces and poses whilst he sat in the middle with a miserable expression, holding a sign that said 'Help Me'.

"Come on, you two." Terra called out to them. "Your parents are calling for us for dinner."

"That's what I was telling him earlier." Saphron stated. "Let's go little bro. You know how fast it goes in here."

Jaune took one final look at the ancestral weapons of his family, the sword and shield combo of Crocea Mors before following after Saphron. He looked up at her to catch her staring at him with a slightly worried look, making him tilt his head at her.

"What?" He asked, his older sister sighing.

"Are you… still thinking of-"

"Yes, I am." Jaune interrupted, knowing what she was about to ask. "I already made up my mind when I was a kid and I still wanna do it now."

"But Jaune, why are you so adamant about it?" Saphron was now sounding more fretful. "You could still go for a normal life, Jaune. Do like anything. You don't have to be a fighter like everyone else in the family. I mean, look at me."

"That's for you, Saphron." He quietly said. "And I'm really happy for you with your decision on life. But I don't want that right now. I have to do this."

"Who told you that you "have" to do something like that?" His sister challenged. "Nobody is forcing you to do this."

"Sure are a lot of people trying to talk me out of it." Jaune murmured in annoyance.

"They're only doing so cause they worry about you." Saphron remarked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"It sure doesn't feel like it." He bitterly said. "Just discouragement so I don't "embarrass" myself."

"Now who said that?" She asked angrily, her other hand on her hip.

"It doesn't matter." He brushed her hand off.

"Yes it does." Saphron said with a bit more force. "Jaune, it's not that we don't believe in you," She saw him scoff but she went on. "But you know it's gonna be extremely difficult if you plan on going to… any academy out there. Not going through the normal protocol of the schools before the main academies. Hell, you never sought to ask for lessons from our sisters or parents."

"Cause they're always busy and never give me the time of day to focus on me."

It was a sad, bitter truth. Jaune was always the quiet one of the siblings and became overlooked rather often. He honestly tried his best to live up to expectations, despite not having anything done on him to make things easier. Overall, he felt rather unappreciative.

"Jaune…" Saphron softly said though it appeared her brother wasn't going to hear any of it.

"Look, Saphron, can we not right now." He said, voice low and slightly defeated. "Let's just… let's just eat before you and Terra leave."

"I'm here for another few days, Jaune." She reminded him.

"Great, then we have time to talk and fight like we used to about anything else."

He moved past her but she stayed where she was.

"There's nothing I can say to you that will change your mind about this?"

The taller but younger blond halted in his tracks, looking back at her with a more determined expression.

"I made up my mind when I was a kid and it's still the same now." He declared. "I'm going whether you like it or not."

With that final statement, he left his sister standing alone, a look of clear concern written all over her face. She slowly turned to the family's ancestral weapons, almost as if she was blaming them for her little brother's choice.

Being the only male of the present generation of the family, it's his right to inherit them. His responsibility to carry on the legacy.

Unfortunately it was done poorly, due to circumstances. He never could live up to the Arc warriors that have come before and that grated on him much as he pretended that it didn't.

And now…

"Saphron, come on!" Called out her wife, breaking the woman out of her thoughts.

"Yes, yes, coming dear." She called back to her.

Shooting one last glare at Crocea Mors, Saphron left the blade and shield be, joining the rest of her family.

AN

Hey, hey, been a long while for this one, hasn't it?

Yeah, we know but there's good reason for it.

See, we all took a step back, realizing we had a lot of material to work with so we've been having sessions of deep discussion and planning for how this story is gonna go.

Kinda been having it for a lot of our stories honestly but this one has taken up a lot of our time in terms of planning.

See, unlike Infinite Wars, a lot more phase 4 properties will be taking a more central role in this story. Therefore, with all the shows and movies that have been coming out, we've been busy talking about how, when and where these things can be implemented.

Jebest4781: Details with RWBY need to be expanded upon as in terms of timeline, given there's a whole lot to go over and fill in. With Volume 1, the initial events of it are spanning about a few months(?) while Volume 2 is starting out on the second term of the first school year for the initiates whilst Volume 3 takes place in the span of a week(?) at some point towards the end of first year… I think. Timeline hasn't been properly confirmed officially which leaves speculations up in the air.

FMW: But as a whole, we're going off of ages cause at this point in time, Ruby is 17 in volume 8 and the rest are 19 so these volumes have all taken place within the span of two years. So yeah, that's what we have thus far in terms of timeline wise. And we're in 2015 at this point in time for MCU wise. Two years on Remnant or two years of events to cover on Remnant can be done on top of everything else we have planned that's both change ups, adaptations and original story beats and arcs to tell. With that all said, the shows of the MCU on Disney+ coupled with RWBY Queendom or whatever, there are some genuine criticisms to be had that we're gonna address and course correct to better fit with the trajectory of this story.

Other than that, it's good to be back with this one folks. Be sure to check out my DeviantArt account to check out the new character Tina.

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