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Tony was in his workshop when everything went white and he passed out. He woke up to the sound of confused and angry voices, he slowly shook his head and sat up. He saw Steve, Sam, Clint, Natasha, and Nick Fury himself arguing, quietly behind the group stands Bucky. He groaned in annoyance, making his consciousness known to the team.
He stands up and took a look around the room: there were hundreds of people unconscious, most of them were students; among the sea of people was Peter Parker and May Parker.
He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “Why are there a bunch of middle-schoolers and their teachers?” He asked the team, hoping they might have some answers. Their answering faces prove otherwise.
“We don’t know - yet.” Sam answers, and Tony sighs in disappointment, running a hand through his hair.
He hears movement behind him and turns to see Peter waking up, he walks towards the teen to help him up, “Mornin’, Pete, how’s your back?”
“Mr. Stark?” Peter grumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes like a sleepy puppy. Tony stands next to him and extends an arm, Peter takes it and is lifted up. Peter looks to the Rogue Avengers and gets a look of awe on his face. He, like Tony, looks around and finally sees his classmates on the ground, “Shouldn’t we wake them? Wait, where are we?”
Steve shrugs.
They spread out throughout the gym-sized-times-two room, before they find a note that says: “Everything will start once everyone is awake.”
Flash awakens after a few hundred others, students and teachers alike, “Holy shit it’s the avengers…”
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Once everyone is awake they hear a male voice, “Hi, welcome to Bible study, we're all children of Jesus.”
There are mumbles of confusion at that. Though, a few brave students yell, "Kumbaya, my lord!" Much to the confusion of everyone who doesn't get the reference.
“You may call me, Author. This is a pocket dimension, where you will watch a movie.”
“You brought us here to watch a movie?” Natasha asks incredulously, before anyone else, there are mumbles of agreement.
“Yes.” Author says. Natasha shakes her head. “The movie and what is shown in it has already happened.”
“Then why are we here?” Bruce asked.
“I just wanted to show you this movie.”
The Avengers look at each other with confused looks. “If it already happened, what’s the point in showing us this?” Clint asked.
“Why not? I somehow acquired the power to create a pocket dimension and by the power of being an author I decided to do this. Have a seat.”
“I don’t think I will.” Steve stubbornly said. Author snorted.
“And if we don’t?” Fury tests, he and the other Avengers - including Peter - tense up, preparing for a fight.
“Then don't sit, stand if you want, I don’t care.”
Everyone takes a seat. The walls were a deep sangria red, the room honestly looked like a movie theatre, except there were no doors. That is definitely a safety hazard, what if MJ roasted Flash too hard and he caught fire?
Tony and the Avengers sat in the first row, teachers in the second. Flash sat with the teachers, after a bunch of kids rushed and pushed to sit with the Avengers. Peter and Ned sat in the third row, while the hundreds of students sat in any empty chair they could find.
“Hey, what movie are we gonna watch?” Peter asks, looking at the ceiling.
“Spider-Man: Homecoming.”
The students and teachers yell and cheer, while Peter is frozen.
Adrian Toomes and his coworker, Phineas Mason, were studying a child's drawing of the Avengers. Toomes comments on how things are never gonna be the same, mentions the aliens in the recent attack on New York and the Hulk. "When I was a kid, I used to draw cowboys and Indians."
“Dad!?” Liz yells in shock, the girl was a few seats behind Peter, there were gasps as most if not all of the people present know who Adrian Toomes is and what he did.
“Oh my god, that’s your dad.” Betty says, rubbing Liz’ shoulder in comfort.
“What’s your dad doing in the movie? I thought we were watching Spider-Man?”
“Isn’t the Vulture Spider-Man's enemy?”
“Yeah, the Vulture is her dad right?”
Liz sniffs, looking down, “Yeah…”
“Actually, it's Native American, but whatever.”
“Yeah." Toomes squinted at the drawing, then compliments the work. Mason nodded, then replied with how he believed the kid had a future.
Toomes scoffed in disbelief and looked up at the damaged Avengers Tower, saying, "We'll see about that." Helicopters passed overhead, scaffolding covers the tower's lower floors.
The Avengers wince at the screen, the damage they and the Chitauri did bringing back guilt they barely managed to bury.
“Holy shit.” Charles says.
”Woah…”
“Is it weird that it still looks beautiful?”
“A lil’ bit, yeah.” The students friend snickers.
The Avengers that were there during the invasion wince again; looking down, they remember how it seemed hopeless, and then the nuke was sent to nuke New York and Tony sacrificed himself by flying into a wormhole to save the state. He’s lucky he’s alive.
Walking through the site, Toomes gave a worker a thumbs up. He turned to Herman Schultz, who was one of his workers, and yelled about how the creatures were tough, and that you had to utilize their own tools. He picked up an alien object from the ground and used it as a tool to break down the Chitauri chariot.
“Huh.” Tony, Bruce, and the science students say.
“So that’s how they got that stuff…” Peter whispers, looking intently at the large screen.
Due to the fact that he can’t whisper properly to save his life, some of the surrounding students heard him and looked at him with confusion.
Schultz nodded.
Toomes turned to Brice, greeting the man who only ans
wered in a laid back/bored tone, saying that his alarm didn't go off.
Scoffs arise from the crowd. “An excuse as old as time.” Mr. Harrington says.
“Tales as old as rhyme.” Is whispered by one of his students.
Toomes responded sarcastically, but was interrupted by Anne Marie Hoag, the director of the Department of Damage Control, who walked into the salvage site with her crew.
Anne Marie Hoag yelled, “Attention, please! In accordance with Executive Order 396B," She continued talking about the new order that a
ll post-battle cleanups will be under their leadership.
Toomes asked the woman who she was, a bit offput by her sudden appearance.
A DODC Agent answered in a cocky tone about how they were qualified.
Flash and even Clint laugh at that, while some others quietly do so. “Always gotta assert dominance, huh?”
Toomes told the woman that he had a city contract, but is interrupted
Anne Marie Hoag, ever the professional it seemed, interrupted him. All cleanup operations was now their job, and they had to hand over all exotic materials or there would be consequences
The workers looked puzzled. A worker slipped an alien artifact that looked like a power source into his pocket unnoticed.
“Oh no.” A student muttered, other students nodded.
Peter grimaces.
Toomes pleaded with the woman, but she could only apologize, and tell the man that there was nothing she could do.
“Oof.” A student frowns.
“That sucks.” Their friend agrees.
“Hey didn’t he try to kill Spider-Man?” The two students friend joins inz
“I take it back.” The first student takes back what they said, they’re a fan of Spider-Man.
“It still sucks though.” The second student says.
“Yeah it does.” Three students conversed.
Toomes was left to stare at her back as she leaves. Behind him, a Damage Control Agent speaks up. The DODC Agent - a dick it seemed - said, “Maybe next time, don't overextend yourself.”
“Assholes.” Peter hears someone in the crowd whisper, chuckles arise from that area. Peter can’t help but agree, they don’t sound like the nicest group.
Toomes spun around and grinned, a grin that said ‘Say one more thing, I dare you’. He got defensive, asking him rhetorically what he said.
“Dad…” Liz groans, she hunches her shoulders, looking down and covers her face with one of her hands.
He looked around at his crew of workers. Brice whistled, looking away.
‘Ooh’s and snickers rise from the crowd as if they were children, which, the majority were. They were on the edge of their seats, hoping for a little action, anticipating a fight.
He spoke shortly to his crew, sarcastically saying that he overextended himself. Suddenly, he whirled around and punched the agent. The rest of the agents pointed their guns at him.
Shrieks are heard.
Liz gasps, “Oh my god.”
Gasps rise from students and teachers alike, whereas the Avengers, used to this, just watch quietly.
“Oh god, is someone gonna get shot!?” A student worries, knowing that this happened in real life.
A worker stressed that he should not do 'it'.
Anne Marie Hoag ordered them to put the guns down. The agents tensely lowered their guns.
Sighs leave the mouths of the tense students. They slump back in their seats, happy that no one was shot.
“Is it bad that I'm disappointed that no one was shot?” Another one of Flash’s lackeys stage-whispers.
Students, teachers, and the Avengers alike quickly turn to look at the kid with an affronted and offended-on-behalf-of-literally-any-one-of-the-workers look, the kid answers back with a sassy, “What?”
“You wanted someone to get shot for, what, entertainment?” Clint asks,
“Drama?” Is the answer. Clint and the teachers scoff.
“Taylor, getting shot is not ‘dramatic’, it's a potentially mortally wounding injury that has killed possibly billions.” Principal Mortia.
“Listen to Principal Morita.” Coach Wilson says
“Mortita?!” Steve asks in a raised voice, standing up and searching for the principal, who raises his hands. “Are you related to Jim Morita?!”
“Yes”
Steve is practically bouncing on his feet, causing people to laugh with/at his joy. “I know you have probably heard this a lot, but your grandfather - or father, I don't know - was a great man.” Principal Morita smiles at that. They resume watching with a lighthearted mood in the air.
Anne Marie Hoag spoke professionally to Toomes, telling him that if he had any grievances, he should take it to her superiors.
Toomes yelled angrily at the woman, asking who her superiors were.
A TV was playing the news about Tony Stark and his contract with Damage Control. Toomes watched the TV with an angry look on his face.
The anchor reported of the collaboration between Stark Industries and the federal government. The man informed the listeners that the Department of Damage Control will make sure the collection of alien materials is done properly.
Schultz was angry and summed up an entire paragraph with one sentence. “So now the assholes who made this mess are being paid to clean it up.”
Tony frowns, and so does Peter, “The Avengers aren't assholes…” Peter says.
“If it weren't for the Avengers they'd all be dead!”
“Yeah! They should be grateful!” Tony and the Avengers smile, happy to know they do some good even if they aren't on the best of terms, happy that at least some people are grateful.
”To be fair, they just lost their job.” A student interrupts.
”They only lost that one day, they still clean up stuff right?”
”Who knows.”
The News Anchor continued, saying that experts estimate there are hundreds of tons of the exotic material was trashed across New England.
Mason was tinkering with the alien power source that one of the workers stole from the salvage site earlier that day. The glowing alien artifact was now connected to a motor with wires. The blades on the motor started to spin and the machine floated off the table.
“Woah! Look at that, it's floating!” A student yells in awe.
“It's a Chitauri energy core, alien stuff, it's basically what you use to charge your toothbrush.” Ned says, people look at him weirdly, and he realises his mistake and tries to fix his mistake, keyword: tries. “I- I mean, what is that purple glowy thing? It looks weird…?”
“How do you know what that is?” Clint asks, looking at him calculatingly. Ned pales, and looks nervous.
“Maybe he just read about it from somewhere on the internet?” Tony tries defending Peter’s friend. Ned looks at Tony in shock.
Clint looks at him like he's stupid, then asks, “Do you know anything about it?”
“Yes, Toomes highjacked my plane with his weapons.”
Clint furrowed his brows, “What weapons?”
One of the workers pulled off a sheet covering a large piece of Chitauri artifact, revealing a dozen of glowing Chitauri energy cores. A worker asked Toomes what to do with the load.
Mason commented that they could make stuff with the alien material.
Peter tightens his lips, inhaling slowly. Ned looks at him with a confused-yet-interested look, “Is that them?” He asks in a moderately quiet voice. Peter nods. A classmate next to them looks at them weirdly.
Toomes stared at the truck full of alien items and made up his mind. He told them that the world was changing, and they should too.
“Oh god.” Tony says, the Avengers agree.
8 YEARS LATER
“‘8 years later’? Yeah, everything's fine…” A student says sarcastically.
The Rolling Stones’ “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking” was playing in the warehouse.
“Nice song.” A student says.
“Bad song, it sucks.” A student says,
“Please tell me, in the two-word sentence that I said, where I asked?” The boy quips, defending he and his taste in music, the students laugh at their exchange.
“You- you said it when you told us you liked this..”
“Yeah, you got satin shoes. Yeah, you got plastic boots. Y'all got cocaine eyes” The boy sings as revenge.
“Nooo!” the student groans. There is loud laughter from the boy who likes the song.
Workers were moving piles of alien tech and tinkering with machines, Mason worked on an elaborate rifle gun. Another worker fired a neon blast from an exotic gun, the blast cut through a large item, blowing it in half. Workers loaded piles of high tech weapons onto a van.
“Yo, holy shit!” A student yells, their classmates shout similar sentences or sounds of shock.
Cash pours through a money counting machine.
“You could buy a lot of chicken nuggets with all that money.” Ned said.
“At least one.” Peter commented,
“Well, you're not wrong...” MJ agreed.
The adults in the room look at the teens in confusion.
A figure wearing a flying suit with expensive metal wings soared toward the warehouse. Doors in the ceiling opened and the figure dropped crates of alien tech from the suits’ claw-like feet. The helmeted figure came through the roof and landed on the platform, he steps out of the wing suit and faced Mason.
“Imma be real that suit looks dope as fuck.” One of Flash’s lackeys says. Peter glares at him, along with the Avengers who looks at him disapprovingly.
The lackey makes a sound of confusion, shrugging their shoulders.
“There you go, Mason.” Toomes said. The helmet opened, revealing Toomes. Mason grinned. “Business is good.”