KARMA

As the life of Peter Parker starts the room filled with people quiets down. The screen flashes for a second then shows Adrian Toomes and his coworker, Phineas Mason, who are studying a child's drawing of the Avengers.

Toomes: Things are never gonna be the same now. I mean, look at this. You got aliens. You got big green guys tearing down buildings. When I was a kid, I used to draw cowboys and Indians.

"Native Americans." several people murmur.

"You know Liz's dad kinda looks like Batman." A sophomore named Andrew stated

"Which one?" The freshmen closest to Peter, Sara asked.

"The series Tim burton directed with Jack Nicholson, Danny DeVito, Christopher Walken, and Michelle Pfeiffer."

"I was named after Michelle Pfeiffer." M.J commented, to everyone's surprise since she doesn't share any personal information. To stop everyone from staring at her friend(?) Peter blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Danny DeVito's my short king."

'I'm sorry short... King? " A small guy who was sitting on the other side of the room with all the other people from Peters old life, leaned forward and asked. "What is a short king?"

"It's almost exactly what it implies. A man, who is short and who is well liked is called a short king. The king part is because we don't have royalty here. King, queen, prince, princess, lady and lord are all nicknames here." Ned filled him in.

"And Danny Devito is around you height so he's basically the best one." Peter added

"Um what about Lord Farquaad?" A Junior named Riley asked.

"Are you asking because you like him or are you asking because you look like him?" M.J quipped. Riley stayed silent as every one chuckled at M.Js burn.

Mason: Actually, it's Native American, but whatever.

Toomes: Yeah. Tell you what, though. It ain't bad, is it?

Toomes squints at the drawing and Mason nods.

Mason: No. Yeah. Kid's got a future.

Toomes: Yeah, well... We'll see, I guess.

Toomes looks up at the damaged Avengers Tower. Helicopters pass overhead. Scaffolding covers the tower's lower floors. A roving view sends us into a ruined building across the street.

"You know, you're brother never sent me a bill for the damage he did to my tower." Tony joked.

"That's because he faked his death. Again." Thor plainly stated

A clean-up crew works around a giant deceased Chitauri alien creature with pointed teeth. Alien artifacts lie among the rubble. Walking through the site, Toomes gives a worker a thumbs up. He turns to Herman Schultz, who is one of his workers.

"What in the seven hells is that?" Bronn exclaimed.

"Chitauri. It's an alien." Betty answered

"Whats an alien?"

"It means a person or object from foreign country or nation. It nowadays it use to describe people from space." M.J responded.

"Space?"

"Beyond the stars." Ned made a weird hand gesture to the ceiling.

"Nonsense there is no life up there." Tyrion claimed.

"Then what is that." Ned pointed back to the screen.

"So do they live here too?" The Bald guy asked. Ned whispered Varys underneath his breath just like when the other people were talking when ever he saw Peter confused face. Ned was currently carrying Peter due to her daydreaming from earlier.

"No, they invaded our city. We-" Clint stopped taking midway to point to the rest of the avengers who fought in the battle of New York. "stopped them."

Toomes: No, hey! Uh-uh! You can't saw through that stuff. These alien bastards are tough. You gotta use the stuff they use.

He picks up an alien object from the ground and uses it as a tool to break down the Chitauri chariot.

Toomes: See?

Schultz: All right.

Toomes: All right. (to Brice) Oh, hey! Glad you could join us. Afternoon.

Brice: Yeah. My alarm didn't go off.

Toomes: Yeah, yeah, yeah, your alarm. Look, just go stack that armor plating like I asked you. This is a huge deal for us.

Anne Marie Hoag, the director of the Department of Damage Control, walks into the salvage site with her crew.

Anne Marie Hoag: Attention, please! In accordance with Executive Order 396B, all post-battle cleanup operations are now under our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service. We'll take it from here.

Toomes: Who the hell are you?

DODC Agent: Qualified personnel.

Toomes: Look, I have a city contract to salvage all this, okay, with the city, so-

Anne Marie Hoag: I apologize, Mr. Toomes, but all salvage operations are now under our jurisdiction. Please turn over any and all exotic materials that you've collected, or you will be prosecuted.

The workers look puzzled. A worker slips an alien artifact that looks like a power source into his pocket unnoticed.

"Uh oh."

"Imagine he gives that to kid." Clint joked which cause Natasha to glare at him. No Chitauri artifact was going near her god children.

Toomes: Ma'am, what am I- Please. Come here. Hey, lady, come on. Look... I bought trucks for this job. I brought in a whole new crew. These guys have a family. I have a family. I'm all in on this. I could lose my house.

Anne Marie Hoag: I'm sorry, sir. There's nothing I can do.

Toomes is left to stare at her back as she leaves. Behind him, a Damage Control Agent speaks up.

DODC Agent: Maybe next time, don't overextend yourself.

Toomes looks around and grins.

Toomes: What'd you say?

He looks around at his crew of workers. Brice whistles.

Toomes: Yeah, he's right. I overextended myself.

Suddenly, he punches the agent. The agents point their guns at him.

"Oh he's so stupid." Arya groaned.

"What's that?" Robb inquired pointing to the gun.

"Thats a gun. It a compact yet powerful and more advance version of an bow and arrow." Natasha stated.

Worker: Don't do it.

Anne Marie Hoag: Put them down.

The agents lower their guns.

Anne Marie Hoag: If you have a grievance, you may take it up with my superiors.

Toomes: Your superiors. Who the hell are they?

We see a TV screen playing the news about Tony Stark and his contract with Damage Control. Toomes watches the TV with an angry look on his face.

News Anchor: A joint venture between Stark Industries and the federal government, the Department of Damage Control will oversee the collection and storage of alien and other exotic materials.

"The struggles of being a rich genius." Tong sighed. Many students at glared at Tony. Sure they get the pressure of being a genius but rich. They never imagine the struggles he would have with his money.

Schultz: So now the assholes who made this mess are being paid to clean it up.

Mason: Yeah, it's all rigged.

Mason is tinkering with the alien power source that one of the workers stole from the salvage site earlier that day.

News Anchor: Experts estimate there are over fifteen hundred tons of exotic material scattered throughout the tri-state area.

The glowing alien artifact is now connected to a motor with wires. The blades on the motor start to spin and the machine floats off the table. One of the workers pulls off a tarpaulin sheet covering a large piece of Chitauri artifact, revealing a dozen of glowing Chitauri energy cores.

"Oh god." Bruce worryling muttered. "This isn't going to end well."

Worker: Hey, chief! We still have another load from yesterday. We're supposed to turn this in, right?

Brice: I ain't hauling it.

Mason: It's too bad. We could have made some pretty cool stuff from all that alien junk.

Toomes stares at the truck full of alien items and makes up his mind.

Toomes: I tell you what, let's keep it. The world's changing.

Mason lifts his magnifying goggles and looks at his boss.

Toomes: It's time we change, too.

8 YEARS LATER

The Rolling Stones' "Can't You Hear Me Knocking" is playing in the warehouse. Workers are moving piles of alien tech and tinkering with machines. Mason works on an elaborate rifle gun. Another worker fires a neon blast from an exotic gun. The blast shears a large item in half. Workers load piles of high tech weapons onto a van.

Cash pours through a money counting machine.

A figure wearing a flying suit with expensive metal wings soars toward the warehouse. Doors in the ceiling open and the figure drops crates of alien tech from the suits' claw-like feet. The helmeted figure comes through the roof and lands on the platform. He steps out of the wing suit and faces Mason.

Toomes: There you go, Mason.

The helmet opens, revealing Toomes. Mason grins.

Toomes: Business is good.

"He looks hella ugly when he smiles."

"So do you FLash!"