Chapter 2:
Secret Origins: Part 1

“Oh man.” A familiar red and blue hero stated after a groan. He stood up and once the images cam into focus he realized that there was something wrong. “Where am I?” He said after scanning his area and saw tall buildings, rivaling those found in his ungrateful state: New York. ‘I remember falling into the Infinity Vortex on my own, but why am I not dead?’ He thought before a cruel answer came to him. “Of coarse it’s the old spider luck running true to form: unable to die when I want to.” He muttered before taking a look around to see where he was. ‘With my luck I probably got sent back to New York.’ He thought before looking up at the words on one of the skyscrapers and realized that something was definitely wrong. ‘Daily Planet – no way, ol` Pickle-puss would get rid of his newspaper shop.’ He thought with a smirk before remembering that it was Jameson that started the Anti-Spider-Man fan-club.

“Try this one: Spider-Man menace or maniac.” Jameson said while puffing that thick cigar. That was one of several things he said about the pictures that he took about himself. With the lines the Bugle said about him not a whole lot of civilians that liked his hero mode. It was at that instant that he realized that he had a pure opportunity to abandon the web-slinger part of his life.

‘I know I always think that and then I always go back to him – back to my old roots.’ He thought to himself after thinking of burying the mask for the umpteenth time, but this time he had a logical reason. ‘Here, in this apparent alternate universe, no one knows Spider-Man or Peter Parker, and I don’t see whatever this place would call Super Villains around. Most of all: Spider-Man hasn’t screwed up anybodies lives yet.’ He thought while walking into a darker corner of skyscraper he stood on. He pulled off his mask and stared at the white eyes which stared at the confused human. “For once when I give you up - you aren’t coming back.” Peter said with a smile knowing that he won’t have to worry about anyone finding out about Spider-Man.

“With great power comes great responsibility.” His mantra said within every corner of his mind. That would be the piece of him that knew that Spider-Man would always be needed.

‘Not this time.’ He thought, trying to bury that phrase with his lazy logic before adding another thought, ‘Besides whatever this place is seems to be pretty much a Utopia.’ That thought seemed to have stopped the mantra only to be replaced by an explosion on the corner to his left. Out of instinct he put on the mask and rushed over to the ledge, but stopped. “What am I doing?” He questioned aloud while taking a couple of steps back. “The people down below has not seen you nor should they see Spider-Man so just walk away.” He said and was about to do so – crawl into an alleyway and abandon the suit until he heard something too familiar.

“Don’t be a hero lady.” An angered voice said before shooting followed by a frightful scream. Those two things alone got his attention.

‘First and last time.’ He thought while leaping over the edge and swinging over to the very large hole in a wall. While he made that short trip there were several civilians that saw him.

“Who is that?” One of them questioned aloud, knowing that a swinging man was not their home town hero. They saw him sitting on a light post just staring at the hole.

“Geez, subtlety is not their strong point.” The slinger said aloud before leaping over the street and onto the wall. He crawled to the edge of the hole and began to listen.

“We are the new crew in town: the indigo iguanas.” A bulgy man said with a chunky laugh as his thugs were grabbing valuables on the people and in the registers. Spider saw the weapon that was used a beginner’s bazooka, good for only one shot.

‘This is gonna be too easy.’ Peter thought before crawling into the building. As the bags were being put at the leader’s feet, the fat man decided to really test the arachnid’s patience.

“Give us your loot and don’t be a hero.” With that the slinger decided to open his big fat mouth.

“And what do you do with the ones that REALLY want to be a hero when they grow up.” He yelled down at them after spotting an eight year old and used that as a reference. The problem was that they were looking everywhere but up so he decided to help; by dropping from the ceiling.

“Who are you?” The bulky brute said in alarm, thinking a different hero would stop him.

“Just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man at your service, big man.” He said with a hidden smile. The opponent got his stride back along with his anger.

“Don’t just stand there, shoot `im.” After he said that the leader ran for some cover, even though that he knew his boys could take him. The thirteen others took out revolver guns and archaic weapons: chains, 2x4’s, and crowbars. After seeing what they have to offer he could only chuckle.

“Who’s first?” He asked after crossing his arms and relaxing his back. The group did not know what to make of this, but they attacked just the same. As the web-spinner was toying with them they were gathering a crowd and media. The paparazzi was broadcasting his fight live to the entire city even a certain newspaper.

“We need a new article and this is it.” A balding man wearing a basic working outfit said to his two top reporters.

“Hang of chief, check that out.” A raven haired woman said while pointing to one of several televisions in the building. The two others turned their attention from the conversation and to what had been being broadcasted.

“We bring you this live fight between this recently popped up gang going up against what seems to be a new hero.” The reporter said and the camera showed the red and blue man firing something from his wrists and leapt up, pulling two thugs together in the process.

“Lane, Kent get down there.” The head of the paper announced and the two agreed and then left. One of them wondered who this man was while the other wondered how he did not catch that bank heist sooner. The two arrived and saw the crowd, the media, and the hole in the wall.

“Come on guys: I disarmed you, I smacked you guys into the fake pine trees, aren’t you guys ready to give up.” The white eyed man said in a mock exhausted tone. He waited for an answer, he saw one of them turn to his cowering leader who shooed them to continue.

“NEVER, you bug looking freak.” A muscular man who had a few bruises on his arms and face said with as much backbone as he could muster. Spider-Man shrugged and decided to use a move that he learned from a fellow man in red. The group surrounded him, thinking that he was truly tired, but that was their mistakes.

“Okay, ya caught me, but before you beat me up can I ask you all one thing…” He stalled after he said that hoping that they would take the bait, and they all did. Each of them took one step forward and that is when he continued, “Does this hurt?” Before they knew it he raised his right foot and spun on his left heel. After that was done he looked around and saw that they were all out. “Apparently it did.” He said after looking at the bodies; his attention was turned to the opening of a door in the back.

“Uh-oh.” He said after realizing that he had been spotted. With the same motion as before he fired a string from his right wrist that attached itself to the fat man’s shirt, and with a tug he was now in front of the hero with a foot in space.

“Now, where do you think you’re going Moby Dick?” Spider-Man said using one of the bad puns he used on Kingpin before Daredevil got enough dirt on him to get life. The man was angry but his stammering was mostly out of fear, after seeing what this one had done to his men. “On second thought, save it for the police.” Spider said before webbing the man’s mouth along with cocooning his body. “Time to close the deal: Spider style.” He said and began to use his webbing on one of the corners of ceiling, after making a web he threw them all up and webbed them to it.

“Uh…Mister?” The eight year old boy said after seeing the coast was clear he walked over to the one left standing and was poking the man’s leg. Spider looked down at him and already knew what to say to him.

“Kid, mind getting the police on the phone so they can peel those guys off the ceiling; my webbing won’t keep `em there.” He said with a humorous tone in his statement. He looked down and saw that the kid was pointing at the hole. “Great! More guys wanting to make an emergency withdrawal.” He muttered before turning around and was amazed to see all of the people and cameras there. With a shrug he walked out of the building and into the light.

“Nice work in there. Inspector Maggie Sawyer.” A woman with short yellow hair, basic independent officer outfit with brown trench coat said after walking through the blockades. He saw that her hand was stretched out, but this he was not used to since there had only been three officers that did not shoot him on sight back home.

“Name’s Spider-Man, thanks for the praise, but it was nothing: really.” He answered back to her and accepted her offering of peace. Despite wearing a glove he could tell that she had a surprisingly soft hand for someone in this line of work since he knew that the others hands were more damaged, ‘But I guess that comes with the New York territory.’ He thought for a moment. After releasing her he saw that the media was taking pictures of that exchange. ‘Got to get out of here: fast!’ He thought before performing some back-flips on the side of the building. He then fired a line from his left wrist and said to the crowd, “Don’t worry guys: Spider-Man is here to stay.” After that he swung away from view.

“Pretty interesting fighting style, eh, smallville.” A long raven haired woman asked a taller man. The man on the other hand was thinking of all the heroes that he had ever met and could not think of a: Spider-Man.

“Sure, Lois, very interesting style.” He answered back after getting off of that train of thought for a while. He then decided to ask why Spider-Man was really there. He soon decided to part company, “Lois, you mind leaving without me I got something I need to do.” He said to his female friend, and without waiting for an answer he ran off to continue his presidential promise.

“Okay, that was weird.” Parker said after landing on a roof a mile or so from the bank. Naturally, he was referring to the praise that those people were giving him. He then took a look at the pocket for his cartridges and did not like what he saw, “Only one left.” He mumbled he walked over to the edge. “I don’t even know if this place has what I need to make more.” He added as he scanned the area. He put that worry on hold and swung through the city, he kept swinging despite his beyond empty stomach; he stopped once dusk came about. “I need some chow.” He said after landing on the side of on one of the taller buildings. He saw the name of the building: Hampton Inn. He then got off of the wall and decided to give this place a shot.

“Whoa! Your Spider-Man, I saw you on the news.” The man at the desk said after seeing the person that just walked into the revolving door. Still keeping his guard up he walked over to the desk and decided to ask for a room

“Yep, I’m the one and only Spider-Man, so could I have a room, but I only have five bucks on me.” He said and going through one of the pockets to the left of his belt he took out the said dollar bill. He saw that the man put his right hand up, and the wall-crawler was on his way out.

“Hang on, Spider-Man, you misunderstand. You can stay here, but you’ll have to take the penthouse.” The brown haired man said which got the red and blue hero to turn around. “Before you ask: no you don’t have to pay a scent for staying at a penthouse; you see the business tycoon: Lex Luthor convinced the mayor to drop the prices of all penthouses on all the hotels in Metropolis to nothing.” He explained to the slinger.

‘Let’s see, I get praise as Spider-Man, there’s no price on all penthouses. Man, I should have done this a LONG time ago.’ Spider thought after catching the ‘P’ key and was in the elevator. After several beeps and after several autographs he made it to the top. There was a pair of solid oak doors before him. “Here’s goes nothing.” He said aloud before opening the door. Inside he was greeted by a big flat screen TV on an entertainment center with two recliners to the sides of a big couch. He saw that there was a door to the left he took to that one and inside that one there was a bigger than a king sized bed an end table with a lamp, across from the bed there was an advanced, as advanced as civilians got, computer; there was also a closet, a fully stocked bathroom, and dresser. “If this is the bedroom I wonder what the kitchen looks like.” He said and walked over to the right where the kitchen was. The kitchen had no door to open, but he was okay of what he saw: brand new – stove/over, microwave, toaster, blender, juicer, sink, dishwasher, and a fully stocked refrigerator. There was also a table built for six, but the one thing out of place was a door in between the microwave and stove. “What the…” Spider said as he walked over to it, opened it and saw the best thing in his life: one Dippin Dots machine with a healthy snack machine to its left and a snack machine to the right, a standard bottle machine to the left, a three liter bottle holder to the right; while the rest were deep freezers stocked with cold snacks and meat. “I better eat before anything else.” He said and then went to work.

“Are you kidding me, Spider-Man is staying here at the penthouse?” The manager questioned the employee that accepted the hero.

“Was that a good thing?” He questioned back nervously, since he often botched things up: BADLY.

“It’s not good.” He said which made the worker nervous, “It’s a great thing!” He finished with excitement. “Once people find out that Spider-Man, the newest hero is staying hero we will get more customers rather than the scattered kind.” He said thinking of how bad it was when Luthor was staying here.

“Boy that was one fine meal.” He said after chugging down his Root Beer. He soon put all of the dishes together in the washer and let it take its course. “I guess I should get some rest, but I need to get some info on this world.” He said and headed back to the bedroom; he webbed the door shut, an old rut he had gone into, and set to work on the computer. No sooner that he clicked the Internet icon he used every search engine that he knew about to see about something. ‘No Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, or Hulk.’ He thought after an hour of searching. “On second thought maybe a nap would help.” He whispered after a big yawn. He lied down on the bed and fell asleep instantly.

“You know that even if you are in an alternate reality nothing will save anyone from the curse of Spider-Man.” This voice was different than the other several ones that had been on his mind, but he still knew it: Venom.

“What are you doing here, Venom?” He demanded while glaring at the black as pitch creature with jagged teeth.

“Ease up, your evil self, just decided to stop by and tell you that.” He answered back calmly before falling back into the depths of his mind; the rest of the night without a hitch.

“Yet another weird dream; I just hope that one really doesn’t come true.” He said and was about to move his fingers through his hair, but only felt his mask. ‘That’s right I fell asleep in full costume.’ He thought after realizing of his decision last night, and that is when an idea hit him. The arachnid went into his bathroom and stared at the mirror before pulling off his mask. “Maybe I’ve been doing this all wrong: it isn’t Spider-Man that should vanish from this place, but Peter Parker.” He nodded at his own suggestion and added, “This planet can survive with Spider-Man, but I can’t survive another double life.” He then decided to go out for a web-slinging. After a few hours he found his web-shooters empty; luckily he clung to the side of the building and checked the pockets on his belt. “Nothing, but I could have sworn…” He said to himself before remembering one thing, “Come to think of it I think I reloaded it when I made my tenth swing around the Daily Planet.” He climbed down and decided to walk among the people.

“Hey, your Spider-Man.” A red haired man wearing a worn brown jacket, black shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers said to the person waiting for the light to change. The arachnid looked at him and instantly saw the camera around his neck and knew what he wanted.

“You wanting some pictures on me.” Spider-Man questioned and got a happy nod as his answer. “All right, pal, but you’re going to have to be fast.” He said before crawling up the side of the building at one of his top speeds and then leapt from one to the next; the light changed and the boy ran after him. He did good until he lost the new comer in an alley. The boy looked around and after not seeing anything he decided to leave.

“At least I got some pictures.” He said and then merged into the flow of people. The manhole cover in that same passage opened up a crack revealing a pair of white eyes.

“That was fun even though I lost my best lead on where to find some possible supplies.” Spider said after getting into view, he also climbed the wall to the right and started to look around. ‘Maybe I spotted it earlier.’ He thought and then he got his answer as if being hit by Ben Grimm’s fist. He then rooftop hopped over to the area he knew where it was, and he was right. Once he got there he landed onto a lamppost then to the sidewalk.

“Welcome to the Metropolis Mall.” A male greeter with a red vest said as the hero walked in. He waved as a response and headed to work; he was the guide and saw a science store. He headed to the store and picked up what he needed, he was surprised that they had what he needed, and for some reason he also picked up an additional material.

“No worries about paying Spider-Man; it’s a secret rule that most places have.” The cashier said and added the last part in a whisper so the others wouldn’t pretend to be a hero. He nodded and took off, he then rooftop hopped all the way to the penthouse, and got to work.

“There I’m restocked on the webbing part.” He said after making thirty containers. He then saw that it was 2:25 in the afternoon so he decided to grab something from the fridge. He grabbed microwavable: biscuits, pancakes, and sausage along with milk. He wolfed that down in no time and decided to get to working on info gathering. He went to fan made sites that circle around the heroes of this world. Luckily there was more than enough info on several people along with two places that he never heard of: Gorham City and Central City. Over the next few weeks Peter was dividing his time between eating, sleeping, info gathering, and stopping low rank crimes. After gathering some more info on the Flash Spider grabbed a three liter bottle of RC and turned on the TV hoping Metropolis’ newsman: Snapper Carr will talk about his exploits.

“As we all know Superman is still following Senator Carter’s disarmament plan, but it seems a new hero has emerged in Metropolis, but what do the people have to say about this latest super hero.”

“This is not a man. My sister saw him build a nest in the east side of the Central City Park.” One man said while staring directly at the camera and only blinked once.

“I think he’s human. I think he’s a man; could be a dog-man.” A long haired woman said while grooming her Great Dane.

“Throws up his hands, ropes comes out, and he climbs up the ropes like a spider web.” A foreman said while working on a building that received some damage from one of their hometown hero, Superman’s fights.

“I see the web, and it’s his signature. Spider-Man was here.” A brown haired girl with said to Snapper in a sing-song voice for that last part.

“He protects us ya know, he protects the people.” A blonde skateboarder said to the camera.

“He’s some freak-a-loo or something. Wak-a-do.” An officer said, trying to act like a past inspector that Spider-Man read about and saw on You tube: Dan Turpine.

“He stinks and I don’t like him.” A cargo carrier said angrily before loading a crate and then he looked back and said in a humor tone, “Ok you caught me: the guys cool, just wonder if he’s looking for a job.”

“Guy with eight hands – sounds hot.” A red haired punk girl said to the camera giving off a creepy smile.

“He has these tights and this tight little--.” A well-built hazel haired woman said but was cut short.

“So far those are the only people that I could get and now back to the news desk with the latest in sports.” Snapper said and that was about the time he turned the television off.

“I can’t believe that people like me that much.” Spider said after listening to all of the props. ‘Just like when I was first starting out.’ He thought and was saddened by the fact of remembering WHY he became Spider-Man in the first place. “Still the guy is right: I need a job. These guys may let me get a lot of stuff for free, but I’m setting a bad hero standard.” He whispered before pulling out a familiar object from his belt: a camera. ‘Good thing I’m great at hiding this thing when I find some danger.’ He thought before opening his window and swung to the one place that might like his pictures: Daily Planet.

“Come on, Jimmy these shots are terrible.” Perry said to the Red haired boy as he threw a few photos of the web-slinger on his desk. The pictures were decent, but as for the hero himself he was always out of focus when it came to him flying away. “You can take shots of Superman flying away; you can certainly deal with a guy on a string.” Perry continued.

“I don’t know what to tell ya, Mr. White, Spider-Man just doesn’t slow down for them.” Jimmy said, hoping that he would buy it. Outside of the building was the man in question, standing on the globe.

“I still need to come up with a good cover story.” He said and just like that an idea hit him. He then leapt off of the globe, onto the roof, and walked down a flight of stairs. He continued walking until he came to a room with several desks. “This is the floor I want to see.” He whispered after seeing all of the people working.
“Hey don’t sweat it Jim, you’ll get good one of these days.” Clark said while patting the younger boy on the back. The four continued to talk not noticing that there was some slight commotion outside the office.

“Spider-Man, over here, mind taking a photo with me.” One of the various male workers said and saw that the web-spinner took out a digital camera, tossed it and webbed it to the ceiling; it was hanging in between the floor and the ceiling.

“Just a few guys, and then I have something to cover with your boss.” He said after his act. He took several: some with him sitting at one of the desks, lying on the mail cart, giving them bunny ears and elk antlers; there were a few with him hanging upside down. ‘Better go to that boss.’ He thought before leaving the small group, who went back to their business. When he got to the door named: Perry White, he began knocking it.

“Who could that be? Everyone should be working.” Lois said before walking over to the door and opening it. When she did, she along with the others were shocked to see that Spider-Man, THE Spider-Man was standing in front of them.

“I see that I made it to television, but not newspaper. Luckily I have a plan.” Spider-Man said and walked right in. He then saw the laptop on the only desk there and went to work: sat down, got out his camera, attached the cord to the computer and camera, and started showing his work.

“Who did all of this?” The fat man questioned the hero who was already starting to print off the pictures. Parker knew that he was going to say such a question, but after spouting off so many one liners he knew exactly how to answer it.

“I got a friend named: Black Footed Ferret.” He answered back and then added, “He’s sorta my personal photographer, I drag him around when ever I kick thug butt. With all that danger he has a big time fear of people so I give away the pictures that he takes and I give him any money.” He looked around and saw that they seemed to have bought it. He saw that the tall one in the blue suit was looking at his pictures.

“These are quite good; your friend has some impressive skills.” He said before giving his boss the pictures. He too liked them and the longer that he looked at ones that were about him tying up thugs or admiring a spider web of bad guys a thought entered the balding man’s mind.

“It would be something to see you and Superman tag-team.” His statement ended with a smile. Spider-Man put away the camera and headed for the door. The arachnid soon stopped when his hand was on the door.

“Sorry, but I work alone.” He said before closing the door and leaving by opening one of the windows and crawling up so he could get a better angle for his swinging.
‘Hm, reminds me of Bruce.’ The woman of the four thought after he left. She thought that because as soon as he said that she got a cold vibe just like with Batman. As they went about their business they failed to realize that Clark was not at his work station. Instead he decided to see the hero…in a matter of speaking.

‘Good thing I did that report on Weasels back in high school.’ Peter thought, thanking that he used a similar nickname to the person that helped him with his hidden investigation. ‘If Fury told us of his thought, Nightcrawler might be here and I…’ He stopped in mid-thought when he felt his warning system sound off.

“So your Spider-Man?” The voice of the true hero of Metropolis spoke to the arachnid. Spider turned and saw a man with an exposed face, black hair, and a red/yellow/blue costume.

“Yeah, and you must be Superman.” Parker said adjusting his body from ‘ready to swing to listening.’ He read all he needed to know: the main icon of this USA, and a boy scout. ‘The least he could do is not let this fan-dudes tell the world of the weakness that they have seen when they were live action spectators.’ He thought before hearing the man out.

“I’ve seen you in action, your good, and I was thinking maybe you can help me with that last few missiles.” He said while using his X-Ray vision on the unsuspecting hero. Spider just wanted to tell him off, since he did not want anyone to end up like Crawler, but his Spider Sense went off.

‘Must be his X-Ray vision.’ He thought and instantly fired a web-blob on the man’s face. He saw that the man was actually having problems with it and added, ‘Good thing I tested out that lead mixture; I just didn’t know that it would work.’ He ran the other way and leapt away. “Sorry, Supes, but no sneaky peaks.” He shouted the moment his feet left the ceiling. By the time Spider-Man fired his third line Superman finally tore off the webbing.

‘He’s good.’ The alien thought as he stared at the gray blob in his hand. He then went back to his civilian life. That was another thing that the red and blue spider added to his list: giving Perry some digital photos mainly of himself. While chugging down a gallon of Orange Juice while seeing if this world still had old shows that his world gave up on a voice was heard from his hunk of tech.

“Your good at your work, so I am going to give you some top Intel, however if you give it away to anyone you won’t live to regret it.” The voice said. This voice chilled the man to the bone, but at the same time it reminded him of Daredevil. The voice added, “Do you accept?”

‘This might be a big deal, but if I spill the beans I might be in trouble.’ He thought, and decided to press the ‘y’ button.

“Over the past few months, I’ve detected several security breaches in our global deep-space monitoring network.” The voice said to him and then a single blank line appeared: waiting for him to type something.

“So no big-wigs have assigned a scapegoat yet?” He said and typed before hitting ‘enter’. In no time at all the voice answered him back.

“No there’s more to this than meets the eye.” When that was said the wall-crawler turned off his computer. Skipping the evening meal he turned in for bed. This time his mind was recalling another incident on that faithful mission.

“Now, you have two missions that you have to do.” Corsair said to them on their com-link frequency. Spider-Man and three others were outside of a big spaceship wanting to know what the directions are. “The first is to align the transmitter to get people that are still loyal to Lilandra to come and help her.”

“Good and the second, Captain?” Spider questioned him, not wanting to leave the outer edge of the airlock until ready.

“The second is to take out the batteries that may shoot down her rescuers.” He said and with that he stopped talking. While in bed the arachnid tried to understand why his mind recalled that part and then went blank. In another building in Metropolis was another hero who was having problems sleeping as well. For him the reason he could not sleep was because something was trying to enter his mind, just like on a satellite a while back, and by now he was getting a cold sweat about it. In this city was a third hero who was investigating an old building owned by a company named: Star Industries. When he entered through an open window he saw a black/gray/red device that he had never seen before sitting on a near by bench; he was about to go further than feel its texture when he heard a door open one level below him. He hid behind an empty tank and saw that it was two of same ‘humans’ that he had fought. The two said something in their native tongue and left.

‘So these are the real people that those things are pretending to be.’ He thought after going into the same room that they left; using a flashlight to see the room. He walked over to one of the red cocoons and cut it open with one of the weapons he always had on hand. Instantly the body fell out, but he caught it and gently placed it on the floor before checking the man’s pulse. Unfortunately he couldn’t get an accurate read since he heard a growl coming from the doorway. It was a dog that forced the man to the far wall with a tackle; the cloaked hero pushed it off with his feet before trying to get some distance by: grabbing a ceiling pipe, spinning on pipe, and landing on a wall that was only a few inches thick. The ‘dog’ surprised the man when it took on a color scheme as the device; using the eel like body it forced the man off of the wall and into a few barrels, and then it landed and flung the man under a stack of shelves.



‘Okay, now, if for us the guns were bad and the dish was good and if who ever is destroying these dishes then…’ Spider thought as he swung through the night sky, grateful that this city had very few flyers. No matter what this is what he did when he couldn’t sleep: web slinging and it was often the best way to deal with a problem. “To them the dishes are the guns, so that means someone here may be talking to someone…” He said to himself, but he had to stop when his Spider Sense went off forcing him to do an Ariel move. ‘That was Superman.’ Peter thought after latching onto a building and seeing the blue man fly over the city in a hurry. ‘Could be trouble; I better follow.’ He thought, thinking that it might be something major. He began swinging and the chosen guardian of the city just arrived at the origin of that beeping.

“No!” The alien said after seeing a familiar black glove under a wooden case. He knew the hand and the device that it was holding, and using his Super Speed he was there in a blink. He tossed the obstacle away and saw that he was right, “Batman!” He said in alarm as he lifted the unconscious man up. A bright image was seen through the broken windows. Spider-Man who was still playing catch up saw it too.

“Where did that guy get t—Whoa!” The arachnid said in alarm after seeing the object heading for earth. The object in question was a flaming boulder from outer space. Out of instinct Parker watched it fall, and he was thankful that it only ground-slid to the park and ended just outside of the park. From his vantage point he saw a red cape, and he knew who that was. “Better see if I can’t lend a web-based hand.” He whispered and began swinging; he wanted to see if their hometown hero needed a hand, but his Spider Sense was telling him that he was needed at the crash.

‘Oh, man, sounds a little worse.’ Superman thought after hearing his human shaped cargo in his arms. He scanned the group of people in panic and saw a familiar red vehicle. “Medic, he needs help.” He said in order to get a black woman with a white/dark blue uniforms attention.

“What happened?” She questioned the hero as he placed the other hero on the wheel-bound stretcher.

“I’m not sure.” He said back and flew off to the meteor. The woman on the other hand was a bit nervous since she had heard ALL of the rumors of Batman. She stifled her fear and tried to fell a pulse on his neck, but his masked foiled that idea; he tried to take it off and that was bad. The moment her finger tip was over his nose one of his hands grabbed her wrist causing her to make a little gasp out of fear.

“Don’t even think about it.” He said as he stared right at her. By now: helicopters, police, fire fighters, and even a SWAT team was called in for this job; the media was there of their own free will.

“Look at the size of that thing!” One SWAT members exclaimed after the fire was put out.

“Stay back, it’s still hot.” The SWAT beside him said in caution. The next thing that happened caught them all of guard: a red/white spike came out of the rock. The two in its path were about to become one with the road, but Superman was able to save them. A second one came out causing him to dodge it, but barely. One of the ground firefighters was about to shout ‘Look out’ until a web-line snagged onto the yellow jacket and he was pulled to safety. Superman gently put the two down before looking back at the space boulder; a third one came out and they all saw that they all were attached to some strange red/white/black potato shaped top.

‘Incredible, is it some sort of machine?” The reporter questioned into the microphone. In a way of answering the human’s question the five spots on it merged into one and then fired a powerful beam which destroyed one of the various police cars. After seeing the display the Kryptonian flew straight at it, wanting to end it as soon as possible. It fired another beam forcing the man to skip like a stone on the top of a building or two before landing on the road. There were several people that was wondering of he was alright. With their hero down those that had guns started firing them at the creature with no result except for causing the walker to start using its laser.

‘Move it Spidey.’ The red/blue hero thought as he helped get some of the people out of the way of the explosion. “Guys, I’m gonna have to borrow one of your rides.” He said before making a BIG slingshot with his webbing then he got into one of the cars that weren’t destroyed, reversed it, burned out the tires, webbed up the accelerator, and bailed before the car hit its leg. “Did it work?” He questioned and had to dodge another blast. “Yes, it did work: it made it angrier.” He kept swinging until he landed on a roof, to see what this thing was doing, and he also saw that there were a few civilians hiding behind a white van.

“Come on guys, are you getting this.” Snapper questioned to his crew, who were in awe at the power that it had. A blond mustache man went back to using his camcorder to record the devastation.

“We better get out of here before…” The woman guarding Batman said until she looked at the cot and saw that he was gone. She looked up and saw a black jet heading for the battle. He flew right at it, firing a couple of missiles at the beam machine, and went back to safe air space. The creature demonstrated that it had the same beam attack on both sides of its ‘head’ by firing at the black vehicle, but the pilot was able to dodge it every time.

“I can’t let him all the fun.” Parker muttered before swinging at the tool as fast as he could. As he was swinging he noticed that the thing was walking over to a bridge while at the same time firing on the aircraft. ‘Not sure of what I can do: will do anything.’ He thought dismally before an arachnid thought popped up. He fired a web-line at the base of the ‘head’ and swung in a circle. There was a few times that the thing fired it’s beam but he dodged. Superman by this time had gotten onto his feet, with some civilian help, and flew off.

‘Let’s try this again.’ He thought as he made another b-line for the tripod. The new hero saw him coming, and with a weak web-line he swung to safety. By the time he turned after landing he saw that Superman was using the old two fists in one on the creature which forced it to slide on the bridge. ‘Time to see who’s controlling this thing.’ The man of steel thought before attempting to pull at the chunk of red with his own hands; which earned him to be shot into a building. It then pried itself free before meeting two more missiles causing it to fire again.

“That thing could be like Iron Giant.” Spider-Man said as he saw that it only reacted to retaliation. As he was stocking his web-shooters for another round at that thing the field reporter tried to help Superman out of the debris. As he was picking up the little pieces he felt the large chunk he was standing on began to move. He got off and was relieved that Superman was unharmed, but he was still determined to kick that thing’s nonexistent butt.

“Whatever that thing is, I’ve got to stop it.” The Kryptonian said with resolve in his voice as he stared at it. About that time the arachnid sensed something from the first crash zone; he turned to the direction of the space junk.

“What now.” He said after sliding his sleeve back into position, over the shooter.

“Look!” Snapper exclaimed pointing to the same object that the spider was looking at. The meteor let out two more tripods which started firing instantly.

“It’s not safe here, get out.” Superman said to the human out of concern, and was about to try again until, just like before, several images appeared in his mind. After screaming in pain a look of pure realization was on his face; he stood perfectly straight for a few moments.

“Are you okay?” The reporter questioned before snapping his fingers in front of the stone face of the man of steel. “Freaky.” He said when he got no response, “Superman?” He added when their protector flew off without any form of warning. The wall-crawler saw this.

‘Since the only thing I can do to these things is chuck roof junk I better follow.’ He thought before following after the ‘S’ shielded one. The two fleeing the scene was seen by the dark night detective.

“Where are those two going?” He questioned and then was greeted by US Air Force fighters; who flew in formation with him.

“Confirmed. We have visual contact. On my mark: Fire!” The lead pilot said to the others through their com-links. The missiles fired and hit the three invaders, but to no avail; all it did was make them shoot back. The jets were also accompanied by a few good tanks all led by General Wells.

“Tactical 7. Full frontal assault.” The general said which caused the men to fire upon them. Batman saw that they were stalling the creature just fine so he decided to follow those two. On his way he saw that Spider-Man was still in city limits.

‘I know he’s there.’ Peter thought before sitting on his heels on the side of a 13 story building. The jet pulled up a ways and then the cockpit opened.

“Get in.” Batman said while keeping his face forward. He expecting this person to follow right then and there, but he did not know Spider-Man very well.

“I don’t know, my mom always told me never take aircraft rides from black cloaked men; and you are one.” Spider said to him which forced the bat to stare right at him. As soon as Peter saw those covered eyes his spin felt like it was hit by one of the coldest winds Storm has ever made and a big blast from Iceman. That fear installed he jumped onto the backseat and strapped in. “Good speed.” He said to him once they were back to flying, but the only answer he got was even more; the type of speed that his mask was starting to come off. ‘Crap.’ He thought before keeping it on his face with his own hands.

“After hours of intense battle, the heart of the city lye in ruin.” Snapper said, while using some fallen building for cover as he continued to report what was going on. “As the devastation continues the question on everyone’s lips is: where is Superman?” He added letting the cameraman to scan at all of the civilians that were scanning around their once peaceful city. “Meanwhile we’re getting reports that similar objects are appearing all over the world – in Paris, Cairo, Malaysia, and more are arriving by the hour.” He said to the camera in complete seriousness.

“Easy girl.” A black haired woman said, soothing a white horse that she was on. She and a blond woman were on an island that held properties similar to Asgard. “These omens don’t bode well, mother. Mankind may be facing its darkest hour.” She added, her voice filled with concern for creatures that she did not know of.

“Then mankind will have to face it alone.” The blond one answered back to her daughter with a straight face. This somewhat shocked the younger of the two.

“How can you say that?” The question was a valid one, but her superior still focused on their laws.

“Whatever happens beyond these shores are not our concern.” She turned her tan horse over to their village while adding, “Here the gods will protect us.” Even knowing full well that it was true the daughter did not like it one bit.

“I hope your right.” Back with the carnage Batman and Spider-Man just now entering a military base at night.


‘That kind of damage should only be done in the Hulk crowd.’ Peter thought as he saw all of the turned over tanks and jets. Eventually the bat landed and the two got out of it. Despite the big hole in the wall Spider-Man used the door which was half a foot away. “What? It’s just common courtesy.” He said to the dark knight who had a hidden raised eyebrow; spider ignored it and wall climbed. The two stopped when they saw that one of the doors were opened a smidge. The wall-crawler barely pulled on it and it fell down: revealing MORE red cocoons. “Hey, did you hear…that.” He said, but stalled a little when he saw that Batman was heading for the source of the noise.

“Hold it, Superman. Destroying government isn’t your style: what’s going on?” Batman said to the alien who had spent a great deal of time banging on a highly resistant door. The man of steel stopped and heard them out when he saw a batarang on the doorway and two pairs of white eyes looking at him.

“See for yourself.” He said to the two of them before lifting the door he was working on and tossed it aside. The three of them walked in: the bat and the spider saw outlines and medical based info on a strange creature. Superman was ignoring all of that and continued down the narrow passage. There was another door, but with one push the Kryptonian took care of that one too.

“What is it?” Batman questioned when the three entered the main part of the room. Attached to head/arm/and foot restraints was a green skinned alien. Superman took a look at the new alien and then at the two.

“Mankind’s only hope.” He said to them and pulled up on a couple of levers the levers freed the alien; it was about to meet the floor, but Superman caught him. He had a feeling that the two still wanted answers continued, “He’s been trying to reach out to me telepathically, but that stasis field interfered. When his message finally broke through I came to rescue him.” The dark clad one still had questions.

“What’s he doing here?” The alien looked up at the two coming over to him with his orange eyes.

“The invasion.” A deep voice that came out of his mouth freaked the two out a little, but the creature continued, “I came to warn you, but I was captured and imprisoned here. They wouldn’t listen.” As he spoke the other alien helped him to his feet.

“Big surprise.” He said back; his voice filled with complete sarcasm. This type of sarcasm the alien could detect.

“I sense you do not trust me.” The green one said and added, “Perhaps this might help.” He then shape-shifted: blue cape, blue boots, blue tights, red ‘X’ across his chest; his head even became more human. “I am J`onn J`onzz.” He said while offering him a handshake.

“Glad to meet ya, John Boy, name’s Spider-Man.” The arachnid said as he shook the alien’s hand. J`onn turned his attention back to Batman, who stood there staring at the hand.

“Don’t take it personally, J’onn. He doesn’t trust anyone.” Superman said while getting in between the two.

“A wise policy.” The alien said, not the least bit offended. The four left the area, or at least they tried. While the three were leaving the arachnid could not believe that the man of steel did not try the hand print scanner.

“We’ll need to contact the Joint-chiefs right away.” Superman said to J`onn, but as soon as they thought they were in the clear they were bathed in High beams.

“Stop right there, Superman. Your trespassing in a restricted area. Our orders are to keep that freak here.” A gray haired human in military garb said to them.

“Wait I’ll vouch for him. You must let us go.” Superman said while standing in front of the creature the ‘human’ was pointing to.

“I don’t care.” He answered back.

“But the world security may be at risk.” The human looking alien answered back with nearly squinted eyes; unable to believe over what was just said by the member of USA’s defense team.

“That’s why he’ll never leave here, alive.” The general answered back before turning into a black and white creature with three red dots on their faces. Without any warning the new team walked over to them with exposed lasers; this revelation kind of freaked out the other four.

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