'I wonder what they would say...if they saw what I had to do to save them. Would they be disappointed? No, I don't think May would be disappointed. But Mr. Stark would be. He told me he wanted me to be better than he was. But I went and did the same thing he did.'
Peter didn't know where he was. It was dark... no, there was no darkness. There was nothing. Peter couldn't feel anything. He couldn't see. Hear. Feel. Smell. All he could do was think. It was like Peter was trapped inside his head!
But Strange did say Peter would be cast out. But never where Peter would end up. Was this...another universe? Or was this nothing? A void. The emptiness between universes. Was Peter cast out beyond even the multiverse? And if so, would Peter be damned to this forever?! If Peter was outside of any universe did time even exist? 'No... no no no no no no! This can't be how it ends! Drifting lifelessly through nothing! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!'
Peter tried to move. To scream. But he couldn't. It was like he didn't even have a body anymore.
Peter kept trying. But time after time he failed. And after what felt like an eternity Peter stopped. Because eventually he realized it was of no use. No matter what he tried nothing would work. In a place where nothing existed there was no body to move. No mouth to scream. And no eyes to cry.
So Peter simply gave up and slowly it felt like his memories were fading.
Whether they actually were didn't matter. But the second spell Strange casted started taking effect.
'I hope the second chance I gave you works.'
Peter finally realized that his memories were indeed fading. 'What...what's happening to me?' He thought to himself. But he was pulled out of his thoughts as he felt solid ground beneath his feet. And slowly expecting failure Peter opened his eyes.
And there he stood back on solid ground a shallow blanket of water stretching as far as he could see. "What...wh...where am I?" Peter muttered to himself. "What's happening?"
Peter looked down at himself to see he still had his damaged suit with the large golden spider emblem. Peter reached his hand to his chest and simply stared at the spider. "So...I'm not dead...I think." He murmured.
He looked away from the spider and back at his surroundings. He took a step forward and the water rippled around him. He watched as the ripple moved further and further away until the disappeared back into the water. He took another step and started walking forward.
Peter slowly walked for what felt like hours. Until...
~*~
There seemed to be a huge gust of wind that tore the darkness away. Leaving a clear blue sky. Along with the darkness being gone so was Peter's suit. Now all he had on was te suit Me. Stark had given him when he first recruited Peter.
"Ahh!" Peter yelled in pain as he felt like his heart had been stabbed. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest. The sound of his heart beating resonated like a bell through his head. He started coughing until blood dripped from his mouth into the water below. Tinging the clear and pure liquid with the dark crimson color.
BUMP BUMP
BUMP BUMP
BUMP BUMP
BUMP BUMP
Slowly the pain subsided and Peter sat up onto his knees. He took deep shuddering breaths, he wiped his mouth with his hand and stared at the blood on his glove.
The was another gust of wind strong enough to throw Peter onto his back. He gasped in pain as he sat back up slowly. Peter stayed there on his hands and knees staring at his reflection in the water.
He stared for a long time. Because he was not only in the suit he had made back when he first got his powers he was younger. His hair was shorter and he lacked the small bags under his eyes.
Slowly Peter stood up and grit his teeth through the pain. And when he looked back down at himself his suit was gone. Now he had his normal clothes on. A blue sweater with tan cargo pants. He just looked at himself in the water.
And suddenly his body lost all his strength and he collapsed. Peter stared up at the sky. Somehow...Peter knew he was about to die. And for some reason...he was okay with it.
He felt like even if he died it wasn't the end. And slowly his consciousness slipped away. And he closed his eyes.
And as soon as he did his body slowly started to disappear. Before there was a large flash of light from it and it was completely gone.
And as if the very ground itself disappeared the water fell down into an infinite void below. Slowly darkness retook the sky inching it along until once again it was pitch black once more becoming the space between universes outside of everything. Once again it was...nothing.
(X)
(X)
It began years ago... with a baby.
Back then, what was normal now was thought of as completely fiction. Comic books, movies, novels. But that all came to an end when that child was born.
The child wasn't considered 'normal'. She had been born with the very first quirk. A 'quirk' is a power people develop at the age of three to around five years old. And this child had been the very first person born with one.
And it didn't stop with her. As if a switch had been flipped in people, more and more children with quirks were born at an alarming rate. Soon afterward, there was a worldwide debate on these people born with quirks and whether more people with them would be born. Protests on both sides. One argues that despite the children having a 'quirk', it made them no less human. And on the other side were people argued that the childrens quirks made them inhuman and therefore they shouldn't have human rights.
(X)
"What should we do about this?" A politician asked at a meeting between nations. "At the rate these children with these... 'quirks'," He continues as if the very sentence was gross to simply utter. "At the rates these children are being born, we won't be able to keep up with them."
"Are you keeping track of subject zero Kujisanma?" A man with an English accent asked.
A Japanese man nodded, "Yes, we've been keeping a very close eye on the girl since she was born, don't worry, John." He pulled out a file and handed it to the Englishman.
He opened it and scanned over the file. "So far there haven't been any incidents. Good. We have enough to deal with. With how the public has been panicking ever since she was born." He closed the file and passed it to the next man. He looked up and folded is hands. "Even if I didn't need to worry, I still will."
Kujisanma looked back at him with calm and a slightly unnerving way. "Despite that, I wouldn't worry if anything gets out of control; we can handle it."
"Even so." A voice interrupted. All the men turned to look at the one who spoke. A man with glasses and black hair sat calmly. A pin of the American flag on his suit. "What happens when these children grow up?" He looked around the room slowly. "How do we know they won't abuse these powers when they're adults and have mastered these 'quirks'?"
The other men thought for a few moments, and another spoke up as well. "Can we even consider these people human? They don't exactly fit the current understanding of what a human is."
"You've got a point. And if these children are deemed to still be human, they still aren't normal. We should start work on figuring out where these 'quirks' are coming from. We need to figure out what these kids are. And while I know some independent parties have already begun we need to as well." Kujisanma said, closing his eyes in thought.
"That still doesn't take care of what we're going to do now. You're all thinking about the future, even if it's the near future. But we need to decide what to do about these kids now. There's already protests starting in smaller towns and cities alike. From both sides. We know that despite some people saying that the children with the quirks aren't human, there are also those saying that they're as human as anyone else."
Another man sighed and rubbed his eyes. "But the real question is who's right? Are they human or not?"
"I think... we need to find out more about these quirks and why they're occurring," Kujisanma said, clasping his hands again and thinking. "I'll start preparing to research these quirks. I recommend you all try to as well."
The man with the American flag pin nodded. "I'll coordinate an effort to research these quirks. With our team in America."
Kujisanma nodded approvingly and looked back to the rest of men. "Now we need a number on how many children have been with 'quirks'. Once we know how many children have 'quirks' we may be able to anticipate if the number will grow."
The other's nodded but one spoke up. "We still need to discuss the biggest issue in full." He began looking around the room. "Should these children be considered as people?"
(X)
After the meeting had come to an end, all the countries that were present started working on what they had discussed.
Countries such as America, Japan, China, the UK, and Germany all started researching 'quirks'. The first country to officially recognize 'quirk users' was America, soon followed by Japan, and many more.
But despite the initial tribulations of 'quirks appearing being dealt with, more problems arise to take their place.
And soon, despite the government's best effort, some people started abusing the power granted to them by their 'quirks.'
Years of crime arose afterward, and the world became a dangerous place ruled by what were now called villains. Some people gave up hope. They couldn't count on people like the police since they didn't have enough firepower to combat the rise of 'quirk' related crime.
But after what seemed like a never-ending darkness, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Because not everyone had given up hope. And those people were the very first vigilantes!
But despite that, they followed a very strict set of rules that limited them so that they wouldn't abuse their 'quirks' like the villains they fought. And soon, more and more people stepped up and pushed back against all the villains and crime.
It was a long, hard road, but eventually the world saw the light again. And the first vigilantes were honored by becoming the first recognized Pro Heroes! And by then, the crime rate all over the world started dropping.
But the first drastic and quickest change happened only a couple decades ago. When the world's number one hero, 'All Might,' made his debut. That was what tipped the scales to the side of good.
And now All Might serves as a discouragement for all those who wish to break the law.
Now, being a Pro Hero is a career. One that many children dream of having. And now the first countries to accept people with 'quirks'. And became the country where the first heroes appeared. Is now the hero capital's of the world!
(X)
"I can't be here anymore... can I, Strange? I can't be in this universe anymore. Can I?"
(X)
Year: 1 Arc:1 Chapter# 1 A New World
The sun was rising in New York City, filtering through the skyscrapers and casting shadows across the East River. The sounds of the subway, morning traffic, and the constant sound of people walking along the streets and sidewalks.
And beyond all the noise and stress of one of the largest cities in the world. In a small apartment bedroom, a young teenager lay fast asleep, sprawled across his barren mattress carelessly.
He snored softly, and perched precariously on his face were a pair of round-rimmed glasses. His face looked slightly distressed. ' But the quiet stillness of the dark room was shattered by the shrill, annoying ringing of the alarm clock.
EEEEEEH!!!
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A soft sigh came from the young teenager as he shut off his alarm clock. "Morning already...come on." He groaned to himself.
He sighed again and rolled onto his back. "Shoot fell asleep studying Japanese again." He muttered, slowly sitting up and stretching.
"Why do I have go to school so early?" He complained as he got up and started rifling through his clothes. After a few seconds he pulled out a loose fitting hoodie and slipped it on. "No use complaining about it now I guess." He muttered to himself as he shuffled to his nightstand and grabbed his phone. He opened the calendar app and sighed softly. "Just another week until we move." He muttered sounding more annoyed then anything else.
And with that he left his room and entered the main apartment he lived in. It was on the smaller side but with only three people living there it was manageable.
"Morning Uncle Ben, morning Aunt May." He greeted to the two adults seated at the small dining room table.
"Good morning Peter." Aunt May greeted with a smile as she sipped on a mug of coffee. Uncle Ben looked up from his laptop which had some kind of moving website open on it. "Morning Pete how'd you sleep?"
Peter shrugged as he rifled through the cabinet and grabbed a protein bar. "Same as usual." He responded as he walked to the dining room table and grabbed his backpack. "I'm gonna head to school, see you guys later." He said, shouldering his backpack and giving them a wave.
"Alright Pete see you later." Uncle Ben said before focusing back on his laptop screen.
"Have a good day sweetie." Aunt May said with another smile.
Peter gave another wave before walking to the front door and leaving the small apartment.
Nothing like the good smell of New York to start your day," Peter sighed as he walked down the sidewalks of Queens towards the subway stop. "Well, at least I only got a couple more days of school."
Around Peter, the usual bustle of the city picked up as people started waking up and heading to work, and other kids started making they're way to school. Peter found the sound of a bustling city relaxing. Maybe that was due to the fact that he could count on one hand the number of times he had actually left the city. And New York was all Peter really knew.
Which made the knowledge that he was leaving to go to Japan all the more depressing. Peter was used to the huge skyscrapers of Manhattan. The sounds of constant traffic and the rumbling of the subway.
What did Japan have that New York didn't? Sure, the area they were moving to had U.A., but what else? And besides, U.A. being there didn't even matter! It's not like Peter even had a quirk. It's not like he could even be a pro hero.
Peter shook his head and sighed. "Why do we have to leave?" He asked himself. Peter thought back to when Uncle Ben told him about the move, and it made him grit his teeth.
That was four months ago. And it was just dropped on Peter without any warning. Oh, by the way, we're moving to another country, start packin' up.
Yeah, sure, Uncle Ben and Aunt May sat him down and explained why. But still telling a kid that they would be leaving the only home they had ever known would make any kid mad.
And it's not like Peter would be getting a fresh start. There's less quirkless people in Japan than in America!
Still, part of Peter felt like he was being a little over dramatic. At least he wouldn't have to deal with people like Flash.
Peter's face now held a slightly better look, and he decided to stop his thoughts about the move, never having to see the people at Midtown again. Not the teacher's or the students.
Though maybe Peter will make friends in Japan. If the good ol' Parker luck doesn't kick in. But that's a BIG maybe.
'Oh, Peter, Parker. I really am a pesamist, aren't I?' Peter thought to himself as he turned a corner and saw the subway stop ahead of him.
"I got a long day ahead of me, don't I?" Peter asked himself sarcastically. He slowed his pace and opened his backpack to pull out a pair of beat-up wired earbuds. Then he closed his backpack up again and threw it back over his shoulder.
Peter plugged his earbuds into his phone and opened a music app before pressing the shuffle button on a playlist. As music started playing, Peter zoned out and kept walking towards the subway station.
(Blitzkrieg Bop by: Ramones)
Peter hummed along to the song as he climbed the stairs towards the boarding platform for the subway.
Peter shuffled onto the subway and slipped off his backpack before sliding down into a seat with a tired sigh. "Man, I wish Aunt May would start letting me drink coffee."
Peter sat for a few minutes waiting for the doors to close and for the train to start moving. And after a few seconds the doors along the train shut with a groan. 'New York subway ladies and gentlemen.' Peter thought to himself.
And with that, the train jolted to life. And Peter was on his way to school again.
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Ah, Midtown Middle School.
Home of asshole students and teachers alike. And of course it was the school Peter had spent the last year. The place Peter dreaded above anything else. More than when Peter almost burned down the kitchen the first time he tried making chicken dumplings.
Peter pulled out his earbuds and stuffed them into his pocket as he shuffled up the steps and inside the school.
Immediately, Peter was hit with the bustle of kids talking and yelling music, and kids frantically trying to make it to class on time.
Peter made his way to his locker, dodging and maneuvering around other kids as they all went about they're way to class.
And when Peter finally made it to his locker, he was met with a group of guys blocking it. Obviously, they were blocking it intentionally, and Peter knew that because of who was at the head of the group. Flash Thompson. The bane of Peter's whole life. Quirk: mild psychical enhancement.
"Well, look who it is!" He bellowed with a shit eating grin. "If it isn't Puny Parker."
Peter groaned and tried to push past to get to his locker. "What do you want? Don't you have anyone else to pick on in this school." Peter said dryly, already knowing the answer he would receive.
"No, in fact, I don't. And you know why?" He asked condisenedly. But he didn't even wait for Peter to answer. Not that Peter would've. "Because you're the only quirkless kid here. Even the kids with stupid quirks have more value than you."
Flash had always talked about how Peter was quirkless. Used to bother him, but not anymore. Peter had accepted that he was quirkless by the time he was about seven. Before then, he would try and try to get his quirk to activate. But try as he might, Peter never gained a quirk. So instead, he focused on building his knowledge.
Now, Peter was the smartest in his school, easily surpassing even children with quirks that boost their knowledge. Peter never flaunted his intelligence, though he simply did his school work. He was no doubt gifted. But that was about the only thing Peter had going for himself.
"Real original Flash. Like, I haven't heard that one a hundred times before." Peter responded as he managed to open his locker. "You know if you're going to try to insult me, at least have some variety in them." Peter said as he pulled out his textbooks and slammed his locker shut a little harder than he needed to.
Flash stopped grinning and slammed Peter against the locker and tried glaring him down. "You'd better watch your mouth, Parker. Or I'll have to shut it for you." He growled as he pushed Peter harder against the wall to try to get a reaction.
But after a few seconds of Peter glaring right back. He scoffed and took a step back. Peter didn't say anything and started walking away before being kicked in the back and onto the ground. Knocking the wind from him. "HA! Should've learned Parker. No one just walks away from me." Flash grinned again and laughed as he and his cronies started walking off.
Peter growled as he got up and realized his glasses had fallen off. "Great. Just great." He muttered as he started scrambling on the ground for his glasses, ignoring the laughing and mocking of the other kids around him. "Stupid prick acts like he's so amazing. But he has one of the worst quirks you could ask for!" He growled as he finally found his glasses to his relief that quickly faded as he saw they were now cracked.
"Oh, great, can't have anything nice. Not even my only pair of glasses." Peter muttered as he got up and put the glasses on.
"Oh, poor little loser." One of the other kids mocked. Which Peter ignored. Kids were cruel. That was a fact. While they were capable of amazing kindness, they more often than not were cruel and mean just for fun. Something that becomes more apparent as children grow older.
While most children grow out of their mean and cruel personality as they grow and become adults, one thing becomes more and more obvious to Peter. Even adults won't treat him the same.
A fact he learned at a young age. When he started elementary school, he would be bullied and mocked to the point of tears, but the teachers never said or did anything. They just ignored and pretended they didn't notice. Why? Because Peter was quirkless. Something less and less people were every day.
So Peter learned to endure it. To find comfort elsewhere, at home with his Aunt and Uncle. And when he was alone, he would busy himself with building inventions or learning new skills.
That was why whenever Flash tried picking on him, he endured and occasionally made some kind of sarcastic remark.
Peter kept ignoring any remark or mocking comment that anyone made as he walked to his first class. English class. Peter made his way to the back of the class and slumped into his seat in the very back of the classroom.
After that, the day went by in a blur, the only really noticeable thing being that there would be a field trip the next day.
(X)
"Great day." Peter muttered to himself as he trudged back home. By now he had started counting the days until they had to leave for Japan like a doom's day clock. And now the mere thought of leaving for Japan had only deepened Peter's bad mood.
"Welp...guess I'm late for the train home AGAIN!" Peter groaned as he watched as the subway he needed to get home left the stop. "It'll be at least an hour until it get's back here." Peter sighed as he turned heel and walked back down to the sidewalk.
"Guess I'm walkin' home...again." Peter said simply sighing in acceptance. as he pulled up his backpack. "I swear even among Parker's I have bad luck." Peter said as he started into a light jog towards his apartment.
'Damn will things ever go my way?' Peter thought to himself as he slowed his jog into a normal paced walk after a few blocks. "I can't have bad luck my entire life right?" Peter pondered to himself as he walked.
(X)
By the time Peter got home, it was already past dinner time, and he was starving. Of course, Aunt May and Uncle Ben were worried, but once Peter explained why he was late, they calmed down.
But that didn't save him from a good scolding about being late to the bus. But after that, Peter got to finally eat. And tonight's special? Lasagna and green beans! Not Peter's favorite, but eating pizza every night wouldn't be very healthy.
Not that Peter would've complained. He knew how much effort Aunt May put into her meals. Especially with how little money they currently had because of the move to Japan.
Well not that they ever had the most money in the first place. Rent was expensive in New York after all. But they had less than usual. But Aunt May and Uncle Ben always found a way to manage.
But as Peter sat in his largely empty room he wished he could help somehow. But what could a broke 13 year old do? Well...not much. If Peter had a quirk he could help more!
Peter sighed and covered his face with his hand and collapsed into his bed "Damn it!" He muttered into his hands. His voice muffled. "I just wish I could help more!"
Peter sighed and let his hands fall to his side the feeling of multiple nights of too little sleep catching up with him and making him exhausted.
"Guess it's time for bed." Peter sighed as he let out a yawn. "Six days till the move..." He drawled as he closed his eyes.
A/N
Okay wow, just wow this took WAY to long to write. Sorry everyone! Still trying to work out the whole writing and having a schedule thing. Hehe... *sigh* Anyway! Now that this chapter is out I'm gonna get to work on the next one!