What If.... SBI were Marvel Heroes?

So, the two new kids are disasters. Peter could hear the lie Tommy told from a mile away. He had no clue as to why he decided to stand up for the kid he barely even knew. Tommy confused him. He never acted like he needed friends but as soon as this new kid, Ranboo, showed up all of a sudden he wanted to be his friend. It was a little strange. Maybe he was overanalyzing. He probably was.

Although he can’t complain about getting out of class a little early due to the explosion. He loved class in all, but Flash was starting to get on his nerves. As he stepped outside of the classroom he heard Tommy and Ranboo talking, Peter noticed Tommy had a good heart as he heard his explanation for sticking up for Ranboo. He seemed nice.

The soot wasn’t super hard to clean off so that was good. Thankfully the explosion didn’t damage his backpack and expose his suit. That would’ve been bad. He wasn’t quite ready for that. Peter checked his phone while walking through the empty halls to get to the cafeteria.

There weren’t many notifications on it. Not like he had too many friends to spam his phone. But one did pique his interest. A text from Mr. Stark. Normally he did not get texts from him so this was strange. It was always Happy that texted him. It wasn’t much, just a simple message telling him to go to the tower after school. Guess he was not starting to track down that vigilante today.

The cafeteria was unsurprisingly empty. To be fair, lunch didn’t start for a bit. Peter claimed a table in the corner. Since lunch wouldn’t start for a bit, he decided to get a head start on his English essay. Time flew by as he scribbled down an outline for the essay. It wasn’t complicated, he was just procrastinating writing the actual essay.

It wasn’t long before the bell that signalled lunch rang. Peter glanced up to look for Ned and MJ. After the explosion in the lab, Ned went off to the library to find a book to help with his history project. They were partners so the soot had covered both of them.

But what surprised Peter was that he saw Tommy sitting at one of the many tables in the cafeteria with Ranboo. This had to be the first time he actually saw Tommy in the cafeteria. He didn’t think much more of it as he saw Ned walk into the room. He waved him over and his friend quickly joined him at the table. Who knows when MJ would show up. Some days she did and others she didn't. Peter and Ned gave up on trying to guess.

Luck seemed to be on his side today as the line for food wasn’t very long. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough for the rest of the day. He really hated his fast metabolism. The food was disgusting, per-usual. That did not shock him. But food is food and he needs lots of it.

“Dude, that explosion was so cool!” Ned exclaimed when they sat back down. “I wish that was the actual project.” Peter just nodded and continued to plan his essay with the hand he was not using for eating. Peter didn’t even remember what they were supposed to be doing in chem. He was more focused on his web formula. Ned continued to ramble about random things that happened.

Apparently, this was one of the days that MJ would join them for lunch as she interrupted Ned mid-sentence. “Whatever loser.” Ned whipped his head around. He obviously did not hear her approach. “Did you guys hear about the new vigilante that appeared yesterday?” Peter had a feeling about who she was talking about. The new vigilante was at the forefront of his mind the entire time he was on his way home.

Who was he? How did he get his powers? How long had he been doing this? Why had he just appeared? Who trained him? No one moved like that unless they were somewhat trained. The security camera footage was incredibly helpful.

“The guy who stopped the robbery?” Ned asked. Who else would it be?

“No dumbass,” this piqued Peter’s interest. He hadn’t heard of any other new vigilantes. What had he missed? Although to be fair, he did not normally pay attention to the news. “The one who saved Tony Stark’s life last night,” MJ whispered. Ned looked at Peter as if he had an explanation. Which he did not. This was the first he’s heard of this.

“Wait what?” Peter sputtered.

“Yeah, last night there was an attempted assassination. It was stopped by some dude who has the power to control someone through their voice. Stark talked about it on the news this morning. The dude called himself Siren or something like that,” MJ explained as she grabbed a book out of her bag. She seemed to never run out of books. He heard Tommy chuckle at something from a few tables over. Must’ve been something Ranboo said because there was no way he would be able to overhear their discussion with the noise of the cafeteria.

The cafeteria door burst open. Peter jumped up in shock, as did most people in the cafeteria. Everyone started to scream as they realized what was happening. The noise was ringing in his ears as he tried to figure out what was going on. The reason why everyone started screaming was a man standing at the door. An ice sword in his hand. This was definitely not normal. And Peter thought he was having a good day.

Everyone quieted as he stormed into the room, the doors swinging shut behind him. Peter was surprised the ice wasn’t melting. The cafeteria was always unnaturally warm.

“Where is Spider-Man!” his voice echoed around the quiet room. Peter froze. He did not recognize this dude. He felt like he would remember a guy with ice powers. “I know you go here! There is no use hiding!” Peter felt like panicking. There was only one bad guy in the world who knew his identity. He was going to have to have a chat with Adrian Toomes. “Reveal yourself and no one gets hurt!” Shocked whispers raced around the cafeteria.

The only one who looked calm was Tommy. Which was strange cause how would he be used to situations like this? Almost no one else was calm in this situation. This was not going to be a fun afternoon. Peter vaguely wondered how long it would take for the police to get here. He should’ve known that his luck would run out eventually today.

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Phil got a call from the school when he had finished his coffee. The call was panic-inducing. Let’s backtrack a little.

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Coffee was a life-saver, although he should really get better sleeping habits. Phil should not be staying up till early hours in the morning working on projects, but it helped distract his mind from missing home a bit more. As the coffee brewed he thought about the events that have happened over the beginning of the week.

First Tommy accidentally gets on the news. Phil doesn’t know how people accidentally get on the news but his son somehow managed to pull it off. Then, one of his other sons saves Tony Stark’s life. While Phil is glad that Stark is still alive, it doesn’t mean he has to be happy about his son possibly getting tracked down by the Avengers. Phil is confident in his tech abilities, that doesn’t mean he is confident in the tech the suits have. His resources are limited and he doesn’t have the funding of Stark Industries for better materials. He just has to hope and pray the masks and visors are good enough to conceal his sons’ identities.

Phil really needed his coffee. When it finished he put in sugar. Way too much to be healthy but he could care less at this point. He was exhausted. He really should sleep more. With his coffee in his hand he walked down to his ‘lab’. It wasn’t much of a lab, it was just in his basement. It also didn’t have much stuff in it. A few tools, some materials and a work bench. Phil stared at his newest project. It was currently just a mess of wires but he was excited to finish it. It was a voice modulator for Wil. Since his powers require him to use his voice, Phil figured it would be nice if he had a voice changer and amplifier in the same device. He is incredibly excited to see it being used in action.

He sipped on his coffee as he worked on it. The project was about three quarters finished and if he kept up with this horrendous sleep schedule it would be done by the weekend. The coffee woke up his brain a bit more. He got no sleep last night. After Wil had come home in a panic he just could not fall asleep. He slipped on his gloves and got to work.

The coffee quickly started to disappear, and just as he took his last sip his phone started to ring. Phil set down his coffee cup and looked over at his phone expecting just a random phone number. What he didn’t expect was Midtown High displayed across the top of his phone. His hand grabbed his phone and quickly hit the accept call button.

“Hello, is this Mr. Watson?” a voice came through the speaker. After a quick confirmation that he was indeed Phil Watson, the secretary continued speaking, “there was an incident with your son, Thomas, in his Chemistry 20 class. There was a minor explosion.” Phil sucked in a breath. This could end up being very bad. “No one was harmed, thankfully, but your son was found responsible.” Phil was very confused. That didn’t sound like Tommy. He was normally very responsible while in chem. “He will have detention after school for a week-” the secretary was cut off. Through the line Phil could hear screams. The line disconnected. He looked behind him. His suit was right there. It wouldn’t take him long to fly there. He would beat the police by at least 20 minutes. Against his better judgement he unhooked his suit from the wall.

His suit was definitely the most finished. It helped that he had also been a vigilante the longest. It was pitch black, so it blended in with his wings. Black vine-like details covered the arms and the legs. The back of his hood was detailed with a gray crow with its wings spread. His mask was a simple black color with a small pair of wings embroidered on beside his ear. He had a utility belt that had all of his tools attached to it. Part of the belt that usually emitted a small light from the camera installed, was dark. Wrapped around his belt, he had tied a rope dart, a weapon made up of a rope with small daggers tied at each end. Phil loved his suit to the moon and back.

It didn’t take him very long to change into the suit. It was practically second nature at this point. Within five minutes he was flying towards the school, after a quick goodbye to his other two sons.

The school was eerily quiet when he arrived. His feet had lightly touched down on the grass of the football field. There was no one around. They must’ve gone into lockdown. He easily broke down one of the side doors. They should definitely reinforce those better. Phil had forgotten how bright school lights were. His footsteps echoed in the empty halls. Every door he passed was shut and none of the rooms had lights on.

He heard shouting from down the hall. Phil tried to make his steps as silent as possible but there was nothing to mask the sound of his boots hitting the floor. The shouting was coming from the school cafeteria. Honestly, Phil shouldn’t have been surprised.

He peeked his head in the door frame. His visor immediately focused on Tommy. He was sitting at the back, not in shock at all. Phil felt like face-palming. He was not good at pretending he wasn’t a vigilante. What shocked Phil was the person pacing across the middle of the cafeteria.

The guy made no effort to hide his face. It had a giant scar that went from his left eyebrow to his mouth. Phil decided to call him scar-face. ‘Scar-face’ was carrying a giant ice sword. Normally he would think ‘wow that’s super cool!’ but it looked like he was threatening a room full of teenagers with it. And one of those teens happened to be his son.

Phil quickly made a plan, but it wasn’t too detailed because he knew it would go completely off the rails almost immediately. That was just the truth. Plans never stick. They always go haywire. He waited for ‘scar-face’ to be turned around to make his move.

His wings flared out as he entered the cafeteria at a sprint. Shocked gasps circled around the room. He saw Tommy try to hold back a smirk as Phil threw a punch straight for Scarface’s eye.

He had to quickly pull out of it though, as Scarface swung his sword at Phil. He quickly ducked then gave a flap of his wings to give himself to bring himself higher up and brought his foot down where he was aiming his punch. As Scarface dropped to the ground, Phil grabbed three daggers off his back and threw them at the windows at the back of the cafeteria.

He heard the glass smash as he yelled “Everyone out! Quick!”

Hopefully since Tommy was the closest to one of the windows Phil broke, he would be able to find a place to change to help him out. Yes, even though Tommy wasn’t allowed his suit, Phil knew that he had taken it. While he was glad about that now, they would have to have a talk later.

He looked back down to find that Scarface had gotten up and his sword had turned into a spear. Guess that kick hadn’t done much.

Flaring his wings once more to hopefully make himself more intimidating, Phil took out a miniature baton from his belt and extended it into his favourite sword. He waited for Scarface to swing his spear first before blocking and grabbing the spear to slice it in half. The half that Scarface was holding immediately sharpened back into a sword.

Scarface swung upwards at Phil’s face. He brought up his half of what was the spear to find that it had already melted.

He used his wings to fly backwards and grabbed his sword with both hands. This guy must have been trained well if he can keep up with him.

Scarface looked at the windows that the kids were piling out of and threw a hand out towards it. Ice shot up from the floor blocking the kids who haven’t managed to get outside yet.

Narrowing his eyes, Phil flew forwards to put himself between Scarface and the rest of the kids. Hopefully, Tommy could get here soon.

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Tommy was helping people climb out the window when the ice shot up in front of him. Thankfully he was able to pull the person he was helping through the window before the ice could hit them. He looked over at the other two windows and saw that no one was stuck there either. That's good.

While everyone else who made it outside were screaming and trying to get each other out of the school grounds, Tommy was able to run off to the bus hub just across the street.

He looked back to make sure he hadn’t been followed and reached up to the doors of one of the school busses and pried them open. He reached into his bag and pulled out his suit. He knew he wasn’t supposed to have it but he had a feeling something bad would happen, and he was right.

As he quickly slipped his suit over top of his regular school clothes, he thought about what he had just witnessed. He genuinely forgot how cool his dad was when he was in his Crow suit. He moved so silently and gracefully. His dad was just so cool.
He ran as fast as he could back towards the school when he got into his suit. The windows were still covered in a thick sheet of glass. He heard a few gasps and whispers about the ‘incident’ the day before.

He looked around. There was one small window that was not covered at the back of the cafeteria. Tommy jogged towards it, this was his only option if he didn’t want to immediately wear himself out.

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Watching the Crow fight was not what Peter expected from this.

The Crow and Ice-Man were fighting so quickly that Peter could only keep up with it because of his spider-sense. While the Crow was unusually graceful though, Ice-Man looked like he was just trying to keep up.

Although he barely saw it the first time, Peter could see Ice-Man throwing his arm towards the group of kids at the far window when the Crow was dodging his blows.

A sudden scream came from the side where the criminal was gesturing and Peter looked over to see that a girl had been trapped in ice and had an icicle at her neck.

The Crow flew back to get distance from Ice-Man to look over.

“Now what Crow?” Ice-Man laughed, “Want to give up?”

Peter reached into his pocket for his web-shooter. He couldn't let things go this far, but just as he was about to put it on he saw the Crow smirk and say. “How about one more round?”

A flash of red came from Peter’s right and the sound of the last window breaking along with it. Peter looked to where the red had gone and saw the vigilante from the bank helping the girl formerly held hostage up from the ground, the ice now a puddle on the floor. He looked a lot younger than he did on the security cameras.

The Crow and Ice-Man were now back to fighting, Ice-Man looking angrier while Crow was actually looking quite smug. They continued trading blows between an ice sword, somehow Crow managed to get a new one, and a sword made out of a material Peter did not recognize.

After Ice-Man managed to push Crow away, he shot out his hand and ice once again covered the windows. When Crow saw him do that stunt he flew forward with his sword poised to strike. Before he could see what happened, his arm which was gripping his web-shooter was pulled towards the side. He looked beside him and there stood the vigilante which Peter was trying to track down.

Apparently, he was just standing in the middle of the cafeteria. The vigilante dragged him to the side. His arm was oddly warm where the guy was gripping on to him. Peter heard a crash. He looked over his shoulder to see Ice-Man get tossed to the floor. This dude just didn’t know when to stop as he just immediately got back up.

The red vigilante kept pulling him towards the window. Either he was blind or just really strong because the windows were still covered in ice. The other students who had not gotten out yet were huddled by the frozen window. The vigilante let go of him when they reached the students who were crouched in front of the window.

The vigilante reached his hand out to the window. Peter was very confused as to what he was doing. A flame sparked to life over the vigilante’s gloved hand and the ice on the window quickly melted. Peter felt his eyes widen. That was unbelievably cool.

“Everybody out!” he yelled. His voice was familiar as well. He just couldn’t place it. The window was suddenly very cramped with students who were piling on top of each other to get out. Peter helped the vigilante lift students through the window. Peter went last, and as he turned around. He saw the vigilante was now gone to help the Crow fighting Ice-Man.

From what Peter had seen, both the fire-dude and the Crow were very talented. He felt comfortable in not joining in on the fight. Crow must have trusted the other vigilante as he left his back open to him. They obviously knew each other.

Police cars swarmed the school. Peter looked behind him, there had to be around 20 cars. The police started to group the kids together at the other end of the parking lot. He let himself get dragged away by one of the officers. It didn’t take long for the fight to wrap up as well, as a few minutes later there was a crash as ice went flying everywhere and the Ice-Man was knocked out and sprawled on the grass. Not even 5 seconds after Ice-Man landed both of the vigilantes soared out of the school. The red one immediately flew off but the Crow hovered as if surveying the area.

A wave of applause broke out within the students. Peter totally didn’t start it. Who, him? Never.

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Tony was stressed. It took all of his willpower, and that was a lot, to not suit up and fly to Midtown. The kid was there, being held hostage by a criminal with a grudge it appeared. A grudge against Spider-Man, a vigilante who he openly supported. A vigilante who also happened to be a kid. Tony spun around in his chair. The tv continued to sprout random facts.

“Is that the Crow?” Tony whipped his head around. It was indeed the Crow. The news reporter was right. The giant black wings were unmistakable. The vigilante quickly disappeared into the school. Through the tv, he heard glass shatter. Kids started pouring out of the broken window. The news channel zoomed in. Tony scanned the screen. Peter didn’t appear.

There was one kid who was helping people through. He was wearing some sort of blue sweatshirt. He definitely was a good kid. The window was suddenly covered up. Something covered the entire window with ice. He sucked in a breath. Where was the kid?

His screen turned black. “Sir, it appears that we have an intruder in our system. They have somehow breached the firewalls.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke through the lab speakers. Tony was confused. Nothing got past his firewalls. He moved his chair over to his main computer. This computer was linked to everything in the tower. The files for F.R.I.D.A.Y. the entire security system, the projects he was working on. Everything.

Tony opened his virus protection software. A code, that was very much not his, was sneaking it’s way through his system. “Sir, it appears that the intruder is attempting to access my files. What-” F.R.I.D.A.Y. cut off. Tony quickly shifted his attention to fixing F.R.I.D.A.Y. His other projects weren’t as important. This was incredibly obvious that it was not an attack from another company. They would’ve gone straight to the projects he was working on.

Whoever this was, they were smart. Tony did not recognize the code one bit. They were targeting the voice files for F.R.I.D.A.Y. Tony couldn’t do anything as the code moved too quickly. All of a sudden a voice, that was not F.R.I.D.A.Y. came through the lab’s speakers. “Impressive system you have here, Stark,” it was a British voice. But it wasn’t calming like J.A.R.V.I.S, the voice had an edge to it. Like Tony had done something horrendous to him. Which with his track record he probably had done something horrible to him.

Or maybe, it was like with Wanda. Where someone stole his tech. He honestly doesn’t know. “You and your ‘superhero’ friends think you’re so high-and-mighty. That the only problems are yours. We know about the airport fight. We’re not stupid.” Tony froze at that. No one knew about the airport fight. The government made sure of that.

“You and the Avengers have so much power. Yet you do nothing with it. I applaud the vigilante’s who actually do work around New York. You Avengers really are useless,” The voice continued saying. Tony thought he was doing good. He thought he was doing better.

“You, Tony Stark, are anything, but an Avenger. You want to know what the definition of avenger is?” The voice continued. The British voice was setting him on edge with how cold it was. “An avenger is someone who exacts punishment for a wrong. The most you do is throw them in a jail cell. You throw away money to charities that promise to help. Promises are almost always broken. You should know. You’ve broken a few yourself.”

This person knew what they were talking about. Hitting him where he beats himself up the most. He knows he’s broken promises. Probably around a thousand at this point. Like the grieving mother who cornered him at his speech about his B.A.R.F. technology. Whoever this person was, they knew exactly how to call him out on his weaknesses.

“You don’t tell full stories, Stark. I’ve already mentioned the airport battle. But what about the reasons for the attack on New York and all the innocents who couldn’t escape? Or even, the reason behind the killer robot that tried to destroy earth. The robot which you tried to stop, but ended up destroying Sokovia instead. The list goes on!” The hacker’s voice got louder as he finished listing the reasons why Tony felt like a failure.

“I can’t count how many contracts you’ve broken.” The hacker’s voice calmed back down. “Or how many people you’ve hurt. Pepper, James Rhodes, Steve Rogers. Just to name a few.” Tony was too breathless to try and speak up about how he didn’t hurt Steve. Steve hurt him. “Your lies don’t faze me, Stark. I can see through them. They’re as clear as day.” Technically Tony hadn’t been lying, he just wasn’t telling the whole truth. “Soon the world will be able to see through them too.”

It sounded like an empty threat. But was it? This guy was talented. Anyone could see that. He wouldn’t doubt that he could send his whole world tumbling down. This ‘empty’ threat could very much be real. Who is we? Questions buzzed around his head.

“I gave you a year to change. A year to right your wrongs. To help people who you’ve hurt. But you didn’t. You just accepted the pity with open arms. You accepted all the attention you got. You are the villain. You cause problems, then you trick the public into thinking you fixed them. Don’t deny it. You are the villain of this story.” Tony wanted to break down. He didn’t think he was the villain. He thought he was doing good. He thought he was helping people. Maybe this person was right. Maybe he didn’t deserve to be welcomed as an Avenger.

“If you don’t fix some of your problems, we’ll cause you more.” The guy quieted down. He hoped it was a prank. That nothing could go wrong. The lab door opened.

“We got to go Stark!” Steve’s voice brought him out of his daze. “Landmines are blowing up all over Central Park!” Tony snapped his head up. He blinked in confusion. Steve was in his Captain America suit already. “Did you not hear the alarm for the team meeting go off?” His chair went flying as he stood up. Steve was already out the door.

A whisper floated through his speakers once Steve was gone, “You’ve been overthrown as the best technological genius Stark. 404 is here, and he’s here to stay.”

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They trained him to be a killer. So that’s what he was. They trained him to be a hunter. So he was a hunter. They just so happened to be his new prey. They gave him the skills. He was just using them.

Cut off one head, another two grow back. The heroes ‘rescued’ 001. Like it mattered. The project with Sergeant James Barnes was doomed to fail anyway. He was 027. And he was alive. He was a survivor. He would find the others. He would demolish Hydra and then S.H.I.E.L.D. with the Avengers falling soon after.

His new empire was growing. People join the fight against modern-day society every day. Soon they would be all over the globe. Soon, no one would be able to stop them. Not even the Avengers.

The voice in the back of his head, a nuisance some would say, was a source of power. His source of power. He would be dead without it. It allowed him to fight the other subjects of the program. It allowed him to survive.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw 404 torment Tony Stark. Good, he deserved it. On the TV in front of him was the news. He watched Sapnap detonate all the landmines in Central Park. It was practically ablaze.

Another screen showcased the news of the takeover of the school. It was minor. It wasn’t important. He didn’t care that the plan had failed. He had bigger fish to fry than a puny vigilante who dressed like a Spider.

And so the smile that donned his mask matched the one on his face. He leaned forward. He had plans. He has so many plans. Dream smiled as he knew that the world would crumble beneath his hands.