babysitting college kids is hard.
II: BABYSITTING COLLEGE
STUDENTS IS HARD
NONE OF THIS IS CANON!!
DON'T ASK HOW. Peter honestly has no idea how he got here. One minute he was in English class, the next, his friends were bursting in, dragging him out. Thank Thor it's college, or he'd probably be in detention instead of at this abandoned construction site.
He grinned, thinking about it. Just earlier, he'd been texting them instead of paying attention in class, venting about how his schedule left no room for any of his actual hobbies. Like skateboarding around abandoned places.
So here they were, all chilling in a half-collapsed building, graffiti splashed over the walls and a ceiling that looked like it was barely holding on.
MJ was adding her own flair to the graffiti, which made Peter snort. He used to stop kids as Spider-Man from tagging places like this. In fact, he was pretty sure he'd stopped a group right here.
"I think I stopped a group from doing graffiti here, way back when I first became spider-man." Peter told his friends, MJ snorted in response and shook of one the cans of spray paint.
"You're such a hypocrite," Harley said dryly. Ned chuckled, taking a sip of his soda. Peter had brought them lunch as a little thank-you.
"I am not a hypocrite, Harl," Peter replied, lounging on a wooden plank jutting out from the wall—probably meant to be part of a second story.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that."
Peter rolled his eyes, watching as Gwen tossed pebbles against a wall from her perch on the stairs, Cindy was right behind her, nuzzling her face into the blonde girl's hair. What lovebirds.
Gwen squeaked as a knife just barely missed her hand. Cindy looked up and glared at the scarred faced boy.
"Wade! Stop playing with the knives—you're gonna hurt someone!" she shouted, scolding the man-child.
Flash strolled back into the main area, having explored the rest of the site. "Place is hella creepy," he declared.
"Scaredy-cat," Cindy teased.
"Am not," Flash huffed.
"Both of you, stop acting like children," Peter scolded, though the two crossed their arms and pouted like kids anyway.
"Yeah, listen to your father." MJ chimed in.
Peter just sighed, shaking his head. It felt like he was babysitting. If anyone asked, he had no idea who these people were and would like to keep it that way. Thanks. Babysitting college students is hard.
He scowled as the group all laughed.
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Later on, the group went back to their dorms, they all had dorm rooms right next to each other, so they had huddled in Harley's dorm; which was the biggest due to Tony Stark insisting none of his kids were going to have small college dorms.
Peter was an exception, mainly because the spider-boy was too stubborn to accept the money for it. He also had Tony convinced he liked the smaller dorms.
Thus, Harley had the biggest Dorm out of the group, and without fail, everyday after classes they spent their time there and played video games.
More specifically; Super Smash Bros.
(In order of places):
Ned tried to hack.
Peter stopped Ned from hacking by hacking him back.
Flash said it was just for fun when he lost.
Wade pouted and moved to mess with Harley until the blond lost.
Harley rage-quitted.
Gwen lost for Cindy.
Cindy got second, and bragged to Harley.
MJ won.
Logan and Matt met them sometime in the mix, and didn't join in on the games - mainly because Logan was busy raiding Harley's mini fridge and Matt, well, was blind.
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THAT NIGHT IN Queens, the skyline stretched above Team Red as they sat perched on a rooftop. Silk dangled her feet off the edge, nibbling a churro.
"Why is it so cold?" Iron Lad muttered, shivering. Deadpool, also snacking on a churro, was busy testing out his various weapons and pacing across the rooftop.
Spider-Man had recently upgraded all their suits, so a fair bit of patrol time was spent testing new features. Silk had added web options, while Iron Lad and Deadpool had received entirely new suits after Deadpool's... unfortunate explosion incident. The hope was that these upgrades might curb the endless stream of complaints.
It hadn't, but at least they weren't bugging him for the moment.
On the comms, Ned, MJ, Gwen, And Flash were chatting away, cozy and taunting them with news of their hot chocolate stash.
Meanwhile, Spider-Man stood slightly apart, his gaze sweeping the sky. He'd been on edge all day, his Spidey sense buzzing like static. Karen kept reminding him to focus, but he couldn't shake the feeling.
Daredevil was leaning against the wall of the rooftop hatch The spider was sitting on, just silently listening to everyone.
"Hey, web-head!" Iron Lad called out, pulling his jacket tighter. "You done being paranoid? I want to get out of here—it's freezing!"
"You'll live, Iron lad."
"No, I really don't think he will," Silk added, amused.
Spider-Man rolled his eyes. Deadpool hopped up beside him on the rooftop hatch, eyebrow raised.
"Well, Spidey? I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I agree with the robot."
"I'm not a robot, you psycho."
"Both of you, quit it." Spider-Man's voice was tense as his gaze flitted from rooftop to rooftop, street to street, scanning every inch of the city.
"Everything alright, webs?" MJ's voice buzzed in his ear through the comms.
Silk glanced up at him. "I'm not sensing anything," she said, looking perplexed. Whatever was setting off Spider-Man's senses, it was eluding her entirely.
Just as Spider-Man opened his mouth to respond, the sky suddenly shifted. Colors twisted and swirled—blue, yellow, red, green—bleeding into a bizarre, unnatural pattern across the night sky.
"Holy shit, what is that?!"
"Looks like we found what Mr. Strict has been paranoid about," Wade said.
Spider-Man was already off, he swung lowly between the buildings, his eyes watching as several figures fell from the wormhole in the sky.
It was like the alien invasion all over again. Ugh.
He gave a small twitch of his wrist as Team Red followed behind him, they got the signal and disappeared into different directions.
"Stay alert, everyone. FT saw some sketchy shit down there."
FT: Flash Thompson.
Spider-Man carefully, light as a feather landed on the roof, his appearance making no sound. he was hidden perfectly behind an electrical box.
"His communicator broke down from high end energy fields."
He snaked around it to peer over the side at the figures.
"Copy that, NL,"
NL: Ned Leeds.
One had long black hair, a red top with gold plates on it, with blue shorts that had white stars along it. Like Captain America in a different font. She was kickass though.
"Aye, what's with these guys?"
A guy next her looked sorta the same in themes. These people looked like they loved themes. He was wearing a red and blue suit, with a tads of yellow, it was added with a red cape. Dramatic much.
A kid beside him matched them, or, matched him. He was basically identical if not for the fact he was short.
"They have horrible taste."
Another dude had short brown hair, wearing a a green domino mask, his costume was green with black patches on the arms and legs. Weird.
One had a green theme as well, a bow and arrows behind him on his back, a hood covering his identity. He looked mean.
"Be careful; these dudes aren't in the system, it's like they erased all evidence of them even existing."
Some other dude had a red costume with bits of yellow throughout the suit, it had a emblem of a lightening bolt on it right in the middle of his chest.
He looked like something straight out of a comic book.
"Is that even possible?"
There was a kid—well, Spider couldn't say kid, he looked older by like a year or two—who had a similar suit, but yellow and red, it still had that lightening bolt emblem though.
"We once saw aliens invade, and your wondering if this is possible?"
A huge guy had a dark grey costume with a pitch black cape surrounding him, although, he had a golden belt. He looked scary, like,
meeting-the-avengers-for-the-first-time scary.
"..fair."
Then a whole bunch of kids, three looked around his age, while five of them appeared to be high schoolers and the youngest looked like a middle schooler.
"Guys just be quiet and pay attention, I can hear Web-heads anger issues from here."
Ugh, middle schoolers scared Spider-Man, so.. judgy...
"Yeah I bet, man has more anger issues than young Tony stark."
The woman he mentioned earlier; the one who looked kickass, spoke up:
"This isn't home." She said solemnly, Spider-Man pressed a button on his suit, and Karen connected it to record, using any power source she could to make the rip-off-avengers louder in Spider's ear, as well as the rest of the Team's.
"Oh shit, be quiet for real now."
One of the boys; he wore a dark grey, blue and black costume, it had the Bat emblem the scary dude had on his suit, as well as the rest of the kids had one too.
Odd.
"So... where are we?" He asked as he steadied himself on another the mustard and ketchup dude.
The figures went silent, eyes darting in every direction as they took on their scene. Spider-Man's breath caught for just a moment as they watched the shadows even closer.
He heard the Queen's Clock Tower ding as a Signal of midnight.
The-scary-dude sighed, visibly irritated as he rubbed his hand down his face. "Seems like we are in New York, Queens I would beg, seeming as people aren't still out on the street—or not as many—this late. And there's spray paint on that building saying "NYC Queens sucks ass"." Comic-book-guy gestured behind him at a nearby restaurant.
The spider recognized it as Helman's Chinese Food.
He scanned them for a moment, taking in every appearance, every movement, every breath, every word uttered from their mouths.
"I need coffee." A boy, with a long sleeved red shirt, black pants, a black cape and a large "R" symbolized on the right side.
"Same,"
"No time for coffee," The-Other-Captain-America-knock-off said. "We need to find out how to get home."
"Boo I don't like this Knock-off captain,"
The scary-dude turned a glare to The-Other-Captain-America-Knock-off, "we are in a whole different universe, Kent."
"Lmao what a stupid name."
Okay, Kent. One name was written down in Spider-Man's head, as well as in a database on Michelle's end. She got nothing at all about a Kent dude.
"Dude shut up,"
Kent scowled at Scary-dude, and Kickass-woman rolled her eyes at them, going to stand in front of Kent to stop the potential fight. "Okay, is there any way to rebuild the weapon that sent us here?" She asked the Scary-dude.
At least one person in this strange group was smart.
"Yes," Scary-dude started, all of the figures looked up in hope, "but it would take around a year." He finished, Spidey could make out their eyes going wide with deep frowns.
"A year?—Ouch! Don't hit me, Wolf."
One of the older kids with a red hood, spider didn't care to look at his other features, he was getting tired of examining them, placed a hand on the kid's shoulder; the boy glared up at him.
"Shut up, Deadpool."
spider had made out The scary-dude, The odd-guy, The kid, The "i-need-coffee" kid, and mainly the kids with either a "R" or a bat symbol on their suit meant they were related
"Lookie here! We got some visitors." Spider-man said happily, his body creepily maneuvering over the electric box.
"What the fuck?!" Red-hood-kid exclaimed at the creepy Spider.
"Language." Spider-man said with a grin.
NONE OF THIS IS CANON!!
-DuckyShipss
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