What's that sound?!
“So the avengers definitely are not a band,” the second spider-man asks again.
“For the last time. WE. ARE. NOT. A .BAND.” Captain America says, in his signature, ``I'm not angry, just disappointed voice`` reserved only for detention PSA’s and apparently lecturing spider-men. He has even let go of Peter’s arm just to fold his arms in disappointment. He needs to commit to the disappointed look after all.
The rest of the team are trying to hide their amusement at the pointless argument taking place.
“Shame, it would be such a good band name.” the other spider says, now laying on his side on the truck, his hand supporting his head, looking far more relaxed than before.
The other is also sitting with his legs crossed, his hands on both sides holding him up.
They are both facing the group now and Peter still really wants to go over and sit with them. They act so similarly to him and he knows that they are telling the truth
It feels like there's this unknown force pulling him toward them, he's guessing they feel it too, as they keep looking over to him and signaling for him to come and sit with them.
He wants to go over to them, but he knows the group around him won't risk it.
“Okay, can we drop the subject and get back to the DIMENSION TRAVELLING MURDERS.” War-machine, (or is it iron-patriot) shouted, clearly unamused by the absolute chaos happening around him and how chill everyone, especially the ones who are most at risk, are about this colossal threat. His frustration only grows further when he is interrupted before he can even begin his rant.
“Hey, can we all move closer?” Hawkeye shouts while running towards the group, (well running is an exaggeration, it's more of a brisk walk with exaggerated hand movements) followed by a girl with red hair in a long coat. “I hate that we have to shout and my ears ain't what they used to be.” he bends over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
The group all shuffle closer to the van, many still remaining defensive. Cap lightly grips Peter's arm again, stopping him from getting any closer than nessecary. Peter frowns at this but doesn’t protest, knowing that they mean well.
“Okay, as I said the group comes from across three universes and they intend to kill each of the spider-men.”
“But, if they want to kill us, why wouldn't they do it before we have our powers?” Peter asked, “I mean if they are capable of going back in time, why not make it easier?” The others agree with him and turn to look up at Dr Strange.
“I'm not completely sure, but I'd guess they still want the satisfaction of killing you off as spider-man.” Dr Strange replied.
“Huh, and I thought Jameson hated me the most.” the one laying down said.
“He hates you too?!” the other shouted, “I thought it was just me! What about you?” He turned to look at Peter.
Peter laughed “I stood beside the Hudson River and the next day there was an article about me poisoning the water supply. So as you can tell he loves me.”
The other two laughed. “At least I get paid for it.” the one sitting added
“What? How?” Peter asked.
“I take photos of Spider-man for the bugle”
“NO WAY!”
“oh, same it pays quite well.” the one laying down added.
They all laughed.
“Imagine his face if he saw the three of us.”
"oh my god, I have always been so tempted to just show up in his work one day."
"same! I'd just sit and chill on the ceiling until he notices."
"Do we have the same thoughts!?"
The three spider-men begin happily chattering, all talking at an unbelievable speed and ofter talking over one another. Not that they mind as they all fully understood each other. In fact, they were often finishing each other sentences, it really was bizarre.
The avengers were having difficulty keeping track of who said what and what's actually being said. Even the black widow looks slightly perplexed by the sheer enthusiasm radiation off the small group.
Most avengers are trying their best to look at who talking so their heads are whipping back and forth, it looks like they are watching a particularly fast tennis game.
The others have just given up and are waiting for the conversation to finish.
Dr Strange standing between the two spider-men pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation, wishing that he could finish his explanation fully without interruptions so he can leave and deal with other universal threats.
Mr stark having only had a few conversations with peter, has still learned about Peter's inability to stop talking. Now that there are three of them, they may just continue for all eternity. So he decides to interrupt their chatter.
“This is very confusing.” Mr Stark remarked, “can we, like, number you all or we could rename you.”
“I agree, they would be far easier to distinguish if they had individual names.” said the black widow.
“Have you agreed with me twice in two days?” Mr Stark asked, putting his hand to his chest in a dramatic motion.
“Oh I wanna take it back now,” she says shaking her head.
“Okay” Mr stark claps his hands together to get everyone's attention, he points to Peter “you're underoos” Peter (still having no idea what that nickname means) nods.
He then points to the one laying down “you, web-head.”
“ha-ha, very creative” ‘web-head’ remarked in a flat tone, while the other two spideys giggled.
“and finally, you can just be spidey.”
“HA! I got a normal name.” ‘spidey’ shouted.
Peter groaned in annoyance “why does he get a normal name, I don't even know what mine means.” Cap chuckled, while the guy with the wings and the shrinking guy snickered, as they knew exactly what the nickname meant.
“Sorry underoos, the names are final.'' Mr Stark said, a sly grin on his face.
Peter put a hand over his eyes and groaned again, knowing that the nickname would probably stick.
“Well, now that that's sorted. We need to figure out what we can do to fight this threat and protect them.” Cap says while gesturing to the spider-men on the truck, his other hand securely around Peter's arm.
“You should use the nicknames Rogers” stark heckled but he was ignored, as steve stared at the new spideys and Dr Strange.
“What are we going to do about Ross and the accords?” hawkeye asked
“I will take Barnes and deal with him and Ross accordingly. Clearly, you have other priorities.” T’challa said in his ever stoic tone.
“I can’t allow you to do that, your highness,” Cap said, straightening up to his full height and staring straight at the king, challenging him to make a move.
The two stayed in place glaring at each other.
Until they were interrupted.
By the whir of engines
And a loud cackle…