-Manhattan New York-
Miles was not having a good day. Whatever the shit was going on was nuts.
First, that crazy lunatic Parker shaved some glowing crystal in their chest, which was its own headache altogether, and now, it was raining aliens.
He had heard of raining cats and dogs, but this was just ridiculous.
There was a literal hole in the sky and fucking aliens, ALIENS were attacking the city. God, he wished he wore Tink's upgrades right now. The equipment was still in the testing phase, but he knew quite well what they were capable of. That shit was the reason he was confident that the prowlers would own the streets after the attack on King Pin became public knowledge.
He tried to get in contact with Tink, but coms were down, interference caused by the giant flying metal snake that kept flying around the area.
Now that plan was blown to shit, just like the flaming yellow taxi heading his way.
Boom!
The hospital they were in was missing its top half thanks to one of those big-ass metal snake aliens flying around. The horde it left behind shot at anything that moved.
'Fucking Parker,' he cursed before dodging a couple plasm-bolts.
Explosions rocked the streets as swarms of armored aliens shot past the city skyline. Uncle Aaron shot past him in a blitz of speed that Miles couldn't keep track of. The plasma bolts did not damage him other than a light singe on his skin.
Large blocks of concrete, debris, and metal objects followed him as shot toward the alien horde; all the objects were covered in a crimson-red aura as they flowed around him. Uncle Aaron motioned with his hand, and they shot forward at ridiculous speeds, carving large holes into the aliens.
That was another thing that Miles found concerning as he took cover behind the receptionist's desk. His uncle's current situation was disturbing. People don't just walk off a broken spine and impaling's like it was just another Tuesday.
When that large metal snake-like alien crashed into the hospital, his uncle got caught in the ensuing mayhem, crushed under a pile of debris. Miles was surprisingly unharmed despite the scale of destruction that surrounded him, the only injuries he had were mild bruises and scratches from the falling rocks.
His uncle, however, was pinned to the floor with a metal rod protruding out of his left chest cavity and left hip. It was a gruesome sight to behold when he regained his barring from the shock of the explosion.
What followed was both unsettling and astonishing.
Uncle Aaron had pushed himself up on his feet as if his spine wasn't shattered. His wounds healed as he nonchalantly pulled out the protruding metal rods. His uncle stared back at him with a flabbergasted expression as the surrounding debris, covered in his blood, began to float. Slowly, they hovered and flowed around his uncle like asteroids orbiting a planet.
They neither had the time nor the opportunity to talk about what the hell that was on account of the alien horde that dropped from the sky after the bigger one left, but they were both sure it had something to do with the fucker Parker.
It was that damn glowing crystal he shoved into their chest. Insurance he called, whatever it was, one thing was for certain, this shit really did even the playing field with those superheroes and mutant freaks out there.
It made them freaks, too.
It still concerned him, though, because they knew little to nothing about Parker or his abilities. Life wasn't that simple—power like that came with stings, and Miles didn't like the hand on the other end of the sting.
Miles blinked, stupefied as his gaze focused on a skipping figure ahead of him. He tilted his head lightly, wondering if he had really hit his head that hard and simply hadn't noticed until now.
'What the hell?'
A little kid dressed in a blue, fluffy bunny suit hopped across the destroyed corridor without a care in the world. She really did wear a bunny-themed suit with ears that swayed as she moved, dancing around the plasma bolts. Her hands waved in the air as moved about the mayhem.
"Miles!" his uncle's voice rang out through the hospital-turned extra-terrestrial battlefield. Miles shook his head at the thought of a little girl, dressed in a blue fluffy bunny suit, hopping across the destroyed corridor without a care in the world.
That picture really didn't fit the current situation.
But then again, aliens raining from a hole in the sky wasn't exactly normal either. His body moved fluidly despite his internal musings.
The Prowler in training effortlessly flipped over an attacking alien, skillfully wrapping his zipline around its throat. Using his momentum, he hurled the alien into another group, a magnetized explosive attached to its back...
The teenage assassin/thief in training was already carefully positioned behind another rocky debris when the explosion went off. His uncle dropped down next to him, and the concrete floated up in front of them to form a barricade to shield them as joined him.
"Head in the game, man. You're alright?" Uncle Arron asked.
"Yeah, sorry, I just thought…" Miles glances back at the place he saw the girl in the bunny suit only to find nothing there but the gruesomely torn-up bodies of dead aliens.
"It's nothing, this shit is just crazy." Miles let out a breath as he spoke. He reflexively passed his uncle a face mask as he spoke.
"I know Miles. We ain't ever worked with anything like this before. Worlds changing, only thing we can do is up our game." His uncle turned to get a glimpse at the advancing aliens as he clipped the face mask into place.
"You ready for this?" Uncle Arron asked, he brought his right hand up for a fist bump. Miles met the extended fist with his own, unspoken words were exchanged as both uncle and nephew locked eyes for a passing second.
"Born ready," Miles replied as he stilled himself, calmed his nerves, and readied himself. 'Prowlers don't quit,' his thought repeated the mantra his uncle had beaten into him during their training sessions.
"I can't reach anyone, we gotta get to Mom, the fastest route is 7th Avenue, after that head to Tink's workshop is our safest bet," Mile informed Aaron as he loaded a few shock and air pulse cartages in his power gauntlet. The gloves hummed to life, crackling with an electric purple glow.
Whatever just happened, whatever was going on with his uncle, with the aliens, and with Parker, they'd deal with it, but first they'd have to survive this shit and save those that mattered.
"Alright, let's go before the big guys get back. In three…"
As his uncle counted down, Miles could have sworn he saw the silhouette of a blue bunny hovering right in front of him. The figure vanishing as he blinked, accompanied by the faint whisper, too low for others to hear, that spoke in a childish whine.
"Aww! Shucks! Another Fake. Parker's gotta be around here somewhere. Oh well, onward into battle. Na1 Na! Na! Na! Na! Na! Batman! Batman! Batman! Batman…"
He didn't know whatever the hell that was, but he sure as hell knew who to blame for it.
'Fucking Parker,' Miles cursed as Aaron gave the single and all-hell-broke loose. 'What the fuck even is a Batman?!'
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-Elsewhere with Peter-
Ten minutes into the fight between Peter in his Bloodborne persona, the Hulk, Thor and Enchantress, and nothing was looking up for the teen from Queens. The Hulk he could handle, but throw in self-proclaimed gods and magic into that mix and he knew he was fucked or on the road to getting fucked.
Boom!
Peter dropped onto a car before flipping it over as he flipped back. The Hulk smashed into the car with explosive power. The force of the explosion threw Peter into the air.
Flames parted as Thor shot past the burning Hulk. The Norse god caught him mid-flight, exploiting his vulnerability in the sky to kiss Peter's face with the magical metallic surface of his hammer. He swung his mighty hammer down on Peter, who brought all four of his Kagune up to block.
The boys his defensive attempt did little to deter the blow. The hit sent Peter barreling toward the road.
The caped Asgardian didn't let up, shooting after the teen in the air. He summoned streaks of lightning towards his hammer before launching it at Peter.
Cursing through the pain, Peter twisted on the asphalt to position himself to land on his feet, a pointless action as his Kagune reflexively plunged themselves into the pavement, resembling spider's limbs as they stabilized him and held him up. Activating Imagine Breaker, he focused its effects on his hands and punched the streaks of lightning as they struck, the sound of shattered glass ringing out as the lightning fizzled into nothing.
Thor felt a pull as he recovered from the surprise of having his lightning easily dismissed. Peter's invisible bandages wrapped around his out-retched hand, pulling the blond god towards Peter, who struck him with the combined force of all four of his Kagune.
Grinning lightly at the challenge, the Asgardians' hammer met the attack and, despite his efforts, was thrown back by the force. He crashed into a building, knocking down the wall as he exited out the other end.
"ROOOAAAAAR!"
Peter had little room to breathe as the Hulk was already upon him. Launching himself at the teen with the burning cars in hand, held above him like a battering ram. Peter jumped out of the way, successfully dodging the Green Giant as he made a new, taxi-sized hole in the road with the front end of the burning vehicle.
The green giant shot after Peter without pause, attempting to hit Peter with his makeshift weapon, but Peter was faster.
The teen met Hulk in the air with acrobatic ease. He used the car as a footpath to reach the Hulk's face and reared his fist back.
Tightening his muscles with both Imagine Braker and Will of Saitama active, he was about to send the Hulk skyward only for his instincts and his peripheral vision to catch onto incoming danger.
The magical hammer flew towards Peter at breakneck speed.
And Peter had no choice but to switch his target. His empowered fist met that magical tool.
The result was a volatile explosion of lightning, magical energy, and force that separated Peter, the Hulk, and the Asgardians' magical weapon. Each one flung backwards with enough force to turn city walls into dust.
Glass windows shattered all around them from the surrounding buildings as debris was hurled everywhere in an explosive wave. It was like a raging tempest went off in that instant and quickly dissipated when the contract was over.
Peter's fist, imbued with the Imagine Breaker and enhanced by the Will of Saitama, had an unpredictable effect when it came into contact with Mjolnir. The hammer rejected Peter's fist with everything it had. The godly nature of the hammer and its relationship with the innate magical properties that make it; the Ancient Metal Uru of the First Moon and the Odin force-powered spells cause something strange to occur when it encountered Peter, the old tempest within began to stir. It was something neither Peter nor Thor would understand until the near future.
The three took a moment of respite. An eerie silence settled over them as none of the surrounding Chitauri came close to the battle in fear of them or by order of the Enchantress.
Peter coughed and wheezed. Spitting out frothy blood, he stood up. The warm lifeblood dripping down his lips as prepared himself for another round.
Disoriented and in pain, the hammer had shaken his entire being. This was the first time his Imagine Breaker had come into contact with a divine construct. He felt pain and irritation assault his right arm. His attempts to pinpoint where led to the striking realization.
Oh… He no longer had a right arm. An empty stump was all that remained—his upper elbow was all that survived the exchange with the hammer. Shattered bones, torn muscles, twisted and charred flesh were clearly visible, and Peter resisted the urge to gag at the sight.
Capitalizing on his distracted state, the Enchantress moved. Green, magical, runic circle surrounded him. Magical constructs that resembled thorny vines made from light shot out of the circles towards him, binding him in place.
The Enchantress appeared in a flash of green with a charming smile. "Tenacious, aren't you?"
A crash followed Hulk as he landed by the Enchantress. The raging green behemoth paused fro a moment before falling behind the blond Asgardian sorceress.
"You've done well, my monster, now come, let us be done with this," Enchantress spoke alluringly as she walked towards Peter. "Calm yourself, child. I won't hurt you."
Peter coughed out a light chuckle, his spit mixed with his blood as he spoke.
"Oh, I know you won't, but I might want to hurt you," a sardonic smile bloomed behind his partially shattered mask. The magical bindings that held him were already being dissipated by Imagine Breaker's passive effects.
Peter's head was ringing loudly, his gaze blurry and bloody. He knew the side effects of the continued usage of Imagine Breaker and Will of Saitama were becoming more apparent as the fight went on. Peter was adapting, he knew that, but not fast enough to keep up with the Hulk and Thor.
They could hit with enough strength to demolish a building and still had enough strength left over to level this block. When Peter matched their hits, it took more effort, damaged him to a degree, and took more time for him to recover from the drawbacks. He was strong, just not strong enough, not yet, not as strong as he could be.
His potential strength and the strength his body could continuously output for an extended period under duress were not mutually exclusive.
At this rate, he would lose.
That hit from the hammer made his bones feel like a mix of jelly and biscuits. His muscles burned. He had one last ace up his sleeve, though. One, he had never tried before. The one ability he never tested.
Cypher still had little to go on regarding these aliens, but he did discover that they had some relation to S.H.I.E.L.D. He was also keeping track of notable hotspots within the city that were putting up a fight against the alien invasion. Cypher simulations suggested luring these guys toward the mutants for some backup.
Or killing himself for a physical reset.
That thought irritated Peter. He wanted to win this fight without dying for once. Sadly, he neither had the strength nor the endurance for such an outcome. At least not against a self-proclaimed god and whatever the being who called itself Hulk.
Peter mused as he watched and waited for the Enchantress to get closer. He thought over Blue Cypher's suggestion, but he decided to go with the third option instead.
He wanted to handle this himself.
Thor made his way to join Hulk and Enchantress. He recalled his Mjolnir catching it seamlessly; he took a step forward before pausing in shock as he gazed at his hammer. Alarmed at what he found, he quickly turned towards the teen still bound by the smoking green light constructs, just in time to see Amora get within striking distance.
"Amora, wait!" Thor called out, but he was too late.
Peter had already activated Imagine Breaker.
Peter's bindings shattered with the sound of glass breaking. The teen shot towards the Enchantress in a burst of speed.
Surprisingly enough, it was the Hulk that stopped his stride with a wild punch, which Peter met blow for blow. He went up for a kick, but the Hulk caught his ankle, the act did little to stop Peter as he twisted his ankle in Hulk's iron grip, breaking his bones, tendons, and flesh before kicking Hulk in the chin as he activated Will of Saitama.
His leg went numb as the Hulk was launched back with a resounding shockwave that thundered in the air. The green giant shot past Thor, who moved in defense of his Sorceress. His attempt feel short.
Peter's Kagune did for him what his could not, and he shot towards Amora with his mouth agape. Peter sunk his teeth into the Asgardian's flesh and took a large bite out of her shoulder.
Shit! the boy cursed. He had missed her throat.
The Asgardian let out a horrified scream as her magic failed her. Lucky for her, Thor reached her in time to strike the teen away with his hammer in a mighty blow of thunder and lightning. The prince held nothing back.
The strike took out two of Peter's Kagune, hitting him right in the face, shattering his jaw, and launched the teen back into the streets.
"He bit me?" Amora whispered in disbelief. She shook in shock and fury, her magic trying but failing to heal her. "What mortal would dare to lay a hand on a goddess!?"
Thor held her close.
"My love, are you alright?" He asked, concern clear in his voice. He quickly tore a strip of cloth from his cape to cover her wound.
"Calm yourself. the danger has passed. That child is, as you said, special, different," Thor spoke soothingly as he tied the wound, adding minor healing enchantments to the cloth, as adding it to the wound seemed futile.
"It matters not how special he is, he has wounded me, Thor!"
"He has managed to put a scratch on my hammer. Consider yourself luck that a wound is all you received from him." Thor spoke solemnly, and suddenly the Enchantress's face lost all color.
"That's…"
"Impossible, I am aware. There are few on the mortal plane who could do harm to Mjolnir. I fear our mistake was thinking this child a mortal. We have greatly underestimated him." Thor continued, inadvertently finishing Amora's statement.
Suddenly, the cracking of bones could be heard as both Thor and Enchantress their gaze towards Peter's body.
Black miasma embraced his form, almost in care. The silhouette of something ancient took shape behind him. Looming over the corpse of the boy as it healed before dissipating into black mist-like particles.
The child's torn body began to rebuild itself in grotesque and visceral way.
Blood and injury vanished into black miasmic mist as millions of spiders made from flesh and blood crawled out from this damaged body, filling the gaps and sealing damaged flesh. The black miasma washed over the spiders, turning damaged skin into flawless flesh. The child's previously broken mask was replaced by one made from his blood as a group of tiny spiders crawled over his face and solidified in the shape of a mask.
Finally, under the Asgardians' watchful gaze, the boy pushed himself, cracked his neck, and met their gaze.
"You…" Thor breathed out in shock and fascination. "What manner of creature are you?"
The teen observed them silently, his calm expression, hidden behind the crimson Oni mask made from his own blood. His eyes held a mix of blue, yellow, and red, glowing with renewed vigor.
"Oh, I'm nothing you've ever met before." Peter cracked his neck. "But I'm something you'll never forget. I'll make sure of it. Welcome to Earth. There are no gods on this miserable mud ball, and if they were, they'd be called Humanity."
Peter activated his final gambit.
{Fools Gambit Active:
Primary Objective: Win
Conditions: Incapacitate Thor, free Hulk, stop the alien invasion, deal with obstructions to the primary objective as the situation dictates.
Secondary Object: Kill the Blond Witch Bitch
Other Objective: Protect civilians}
{Slot 1 Active: The Thief Who Stole His Fate_Evolution Complete_ Active_}
{Slot 7 Active: The Abysmal Spider_EvolutionComplete_ Active_}
"Round two, punk," Peter stated in a monotonous voice with an almost unnaturally serene expression.
-Chapter End-
(Ability recap
Active: Fools Gambit
This ability allows him to put on the mask in a sense and provide input for a command. Once the command is accepted everything else will be blocked out, his emotions, his thoughts, his personality, pain, everything will be put aside to complete that one goal. His actions will be task-oriented, all actions taken are optimized for the single-minded pursuit to complete the given command.)
Name: Aaron (Prowler)
Sin of Sloth
Branch: Inertia
Primary Power: Inertia Manipulation via Blood Contact
Abilities:
Momentum Control: Anything that comes into contact with Inertia's blood can have its momentum increased or decreased. For example, if his blood touches a speeding car, he can make it come to an immediate halt or accelerate it.
Force Redirection: Inertia can redirect the forces acting on objects that his blood touches. He can make bullets curve around him, change the trajectory of thrown objects, or deflect incoming attacks effortlessly.
Inertia Transfer: Inertia can transfer momentum from one object to another through his blood. If his blood touches a falling boulder, he can stop it and transfer its kinetic energy to a nearby enemy, knocking it back with the same force.
Kinetic Shield: Inertia can create protective barriers by crystallizing his blood, which absorbs and dissipates kinetic energy from impacts, making him nearly invulnerable to physical attacks.
Enhanced Agility and Reflexes: By manipulating his own inertia, Inertia can perform incredible acrobatic feats, dodge attacks with ease, and move with lightning speed.
Tough Skin: Inertia's skin is tough enough to shrug off bullets and other physical attacks, providing him with significant protection in combat.
Controlled Cellular Regeneration: Inertia can heal rapidly by controlling the regeneration of its cells. This allows him to recover from injuries quickly, maintaining peak physical condition.
Enhanced Physique: Inertia possesses superhuman strength, endurance, and durability. His enhanced physique allows him to perform feats of strength and stamina far beyond that of an average human.
Additional Blood Manipulation Abilities:
Blood Crystallization: Inertia can crystallize his blood, turning it into solid, sharp structures that can be used as weapons or defensive barriers.
Blood Coagulation: Inertia can coagulate his blood on command, allowing him to form solid shapes or stop bleeding instantly.
Blood Weaponization: Inertia can weaponize his blood, creating various weapons such as blades, projectiles, or traps that he can manipulate with precision.
Gravity Cancellation: Inertia can cancel out the gravitational pull on objects his blood touches. This allows him to make objects weightless, enabling them to float or be moved effortlessly.
Friction Nullification: Inertia can eliminate friction on objects his blood touches, making surfaces completely smooth and reducing resistance. This ability allows objects to glide effortlessly and can also make enemies lose their footing.
Self-Application: Inertia can apply the abilities of gravity cancellation and friction nullification to himself. This enables him to defy gravity, levitate, and move with extreme speed and fluidity, unhindered by resistance.