The Avengers of Tomorrow

The Adventure Begins

Spider-Man's PoV

Two weeks after the Far From Home post-credits scene

"Damn!" I fell from the police chopper, my Iron Spider suit chipped and my web shooters broken. Ah, it's been a while since I lost my webs. Wait, you must be very confused. Let me catch you up.

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A week before

I sat on top of the old Avengers Tower, my feet swinging over the edge. I was wearing the suit that I made in the Netherlands, the chip that held the Iron Spider suit in my backpack with the Edith glasses.

A week ago I lost my girlfriend. Well, kind of girlfriend... it's complicated. I lost my best friend. My school. My aunt. My life.

It's all because of him... but he's gone. I can't think of that right now. I yank off my mask and rub my eyes slowly. A few tears escape as I begin to think of how much my life could change in a week. Damn it. Damn me. Damn Mysterio.

I hopped up, pulling my mask over my face once again. I still have contact with Ned and Michelle through and anonymous phone number that Edith helped me with. They had helped me with gathering supplies when I was first on the run.

For some reason, everyone believed the edited clip that Mysterio put out. I don't even know how he gave the clip to the bugle... he died a few days before they showed it. Maybe he made his drones put it on a timer? Wait a minute... what if he's working with other people?

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And that sequence brought me to this moment. I went searching for the people he was working with and found a secret coalition of sorts, made up of people who Tony fired 'unfairly.' I traced them to an upscale penthouse in Manhattan using a few computer components they left behind.

The problem was, they called the police. And that's how we got here, me fighting the entire police force of Manhattan around the Chrysler Building. Oh look, there's them now.

"Come in peacefully, or else we will use deadly force." I'm scared. Like, honest to God terrified. I'm a 17 year old kid from Queens who is about to die because he made some stupid decisions. I can't clear my name alone. I can't stop the rest of the villains of the world alone. But I guess I'm going to try.

I leap up to a helicopter, hiding under the propellers. I crawl to the side of the chopper, pulling off the engine panel. I rework some wires, making it so the propellers would shut off in a few minutes. I leap from one chopper to the next, dodging bullets and rockets as I work on the panels. I feel so badass right now. As I rework the last panel, the helicopters start to go down.

One after the other, all make a crash landing at the bottom. The streets they crashed on were under construction, and it was the middle of the night, so no one got hurt. Well, maybe the police officers. But none died. Trust me, I checked.

I pull my backpack off of the webs that I used to stick it to the spire while I fought. After that, I just kind of cry myself to sleep on top of a hospital. Nothing major, just the crushing weight of the realization that I need to survive and somehow try to make more superheroes to defend the Earth. Y'know, normal high school stuff.

In the morning I wake up before dawn, and I begin work on repairing my suits. I stitched up the Red and Black suit... which needs a name!

"Hmmm... what could it be? Parker Suit? Black Widow.. no. Oooh, what about the Upgraded Suit? Not bad, not bad." I think our loud, fixing the wiring and the armor on the Iron Spider suit. When I finish up the web shooters I stand and put on the Edith glasses.

"Hey, Edith. Can you track the movements of Mysterio's partners?" I slip on the Upgraded Suit, putting the chip that housed the Iron Spider suit in my backpack.

3rd PoV

"Of course Peter. The algorithm you constructed points to... Cambridge, Massachusetts." Peter nodded and took off the glasses. He put them back in the backpack, and then proceeded to leap off of the building with his mask on.

He swung high, trying to keep out of the line of sight for the pedestrians. He made his way over buildings and streets, landing on top of the Sanctum Santorum after a few minutes of web swinging. He jumped down, hiding next to the door so people didn't see him. He contemplated knocking or maybe ringing the doorbell. Finally, he decided on webbing the doorbell.

"Sanctum Sant— Uh... Spider-Man? Aren't you wanted or something?" A new person is standing at the entrance to the door, when Doctor Strange floats down the stairs. "Grant, don't worry. I know him." Grant moves out of the way and Strange pulls Peter in.

"What is it, kid?" Peter breathes out slowly, dreading these next words.

"I need help. I need to clear my name, and then I'm... I'm creating a new superhero... group? The Avengers are gone. I need new heroes to help me defend the Earth, and well... I'm 17. Not leader material. I was hoping you could help me out." The Doctor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He waves Grant away, turning to look Peter in the... lenses? He says, "Look, I'm sorry about your situation and I'm sure you're innocent, but I can't leave my duties here. But I do have one idea..." he scratches his chin and floats into the next room. He comes back with a small golden ring and some books. "I will train you to use some magic, so you can use the Sling-Ring to travel anywhere."

"I also happen to know just the people that might help you..."

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed my mediocre writing, and I hope you like the concept. I will get another chapter to you guys soon, if you want it. Okay, I got other things to do, peace.