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AN: So apparently, based on the development of the yet-to-be-redrawn webcomic chapter, Saitama is not BLAST... Then again, this is a fusion-fic of a sort, so that tidbit is negligible. Still rather disappointed that I was wrong though. Anyway, on with the story.

Chapter 5-The Hobbying Hero

It had been a couple of days since his meeting with the League and the Avengers, and Peter Parker was determined to just go with the flow of his life that was slowly but surely changing.

There was the fact his internship in Future Foundation had become known amongst his schoolmates now, so he would sometimes incite some people to whisper and look at him when he passed by, but he didn't pay them any mind, it's an expected reaction from his school peers towards the news.

And then there was the fact that he was now a part of a superhero team, a team consisted of teenage superheroes and sidekicks, considering his age, but still, a rather big step from being a staunch Danger Event specialist who worked alone. He's been informed on when the meeting with the other members would occur, and he could easily say that he was not really looking forward to it.

Something about the meeting made him a bit wary. Sure, the last few days has been really quiet and peaceful thankfully, even when he was in Baxter Building, but considering how fast things roll into weirdness since he interrupted the Four's fight with Mole Man, he was expecting something to happen in the meeting.

With how things had been going for him, he was expecting something that would not only affect him but other people, an event at a scale big enough to have an effect on everyone. Whenever a superhero team is involved, even if it were the Young Titans, an event, a cataclysm or a disaster large in scope can occur.

Even when one did not involve Danger Events, superheroes deal with problems on a daily basis, ones including dealings with villains from their respective rogue galleries, of which there were many.

However, when a superhero team is involved, the kind of danger that would come is certain to be big in scale and scope. Such was the general rule, considering that the Leagues had a big focus on dealing with interstellar or intergalactic threats and/or problems and the Avengers were focused on global threats and/or problems coming from within. Young Titans however, was designed to help young heroes learn the tricks and trades of the superhero working.

He... wasn't really into that. He would rather deal with an easy problem, e.g. Danger Events, to the point that all he needed to do was to get in, punch the problem, then get out, no further hassle. Still, he also knew that he needed to honor Rita's effort to try and find him when he was in Latveria, even if it was not fruitful, and was in fact, pointless.

'One good thing about all this though is how Susan made me this...' he thought with a smile as he rubbed the small strands of hair on his head, courtesy of Susan Storm's organic toupee.

Unlike other normal fake hairs, Susan's invention was not pre-made. Its real form was a thin-layered, transparent substance that looked and had the property of a transparent duct tape big enough to cover his bald head tightly. Within the layer of the 'toupee' were collection of hair with the coloration that matched how his used to look, which will grow like a normal one over time.

It was her way of providing him something to help him blend in due to his refusal to wear masks. And though he swore that he would pay her back someday, she insisted that it wasn't given to him so that he owed her a favor.

Still not gonna stop him from paying her back though. After all, this invention of hers was very close to how the real thing once felt like and did not appear fake at all, and for that reason alone, he owed her his fortune.

Now he would be able to be seen in public with his hero garb and still keep his private life private. It's amazing what a mop of hair can do to alter public perception of you, even with such a little amount of it, and once the fake hair grew back to how he usually had it before, perhaps he would think of doing more hero activities than just Danger Events.

Of course, possibilities for the future should not be pondered too much lest one forget about living in the present. For now, his concern was about the meeting with the Young Titans, which was in about a few hours.

Due to how most of the members were of similar age to himself, the time of meeting was set after they were done with their respective school activities. Having finished his, he had opted for a quick exit so that he could relax a bit before he would meet the 'liaison officer' who would take him to the HQ of Young Titans.

He quickly went home and relieved himself from the burden that was his school's backpack, which he put in his room and began his preparation. Due to the Young Titans' hideout being a secret, he would have a superhero meeting him for teleportation at a specific location. However, that could be taken care of later, as what he needed to do now was his homework. School's still more important in the long run after all. 'Still, here's hoping that no big event's gonna happen later on...'

Later on...

Manhattan was, in certain ways, not that different from either Gotham or Metropolis. All three were sprawling cities that earned the distinction of housing so many... unique individuals from many sides. Sure, Gotham had that dark city vibe going for them while Metropolis was touted as the Bright City of Tomorrow, but New York had its own brand of flair.

It was an almost perfect mixture of the cities guarded by Superman and Batman respectively, and being a vigilante from Gotham gave credibility to her opinion. When Barbara Gordon was informed that she was to be a liaison for the super-entity known as BLAST, she was both interested and wary of the development.

On one hand, she was one of the many people who had followed his exploit ever since he 'showed up', so it should be an interesting experience meeting him. On the other hand, having heard of what Batman thought of him concerned Barbara, as apparently, BLAST was as strong, if not stronger compared to Superman.

Though that would make his exploits a lot more sense, a person, reportedly as young as she was, yet already as strong as Superman? Such a thought boggled the mind. Despite that, she kept reminding herself of all the Danger Events that BLAST had taken care of, and how it showed that he used all that power for the good of everyone instead of his own.

Still, the fact that he's a human that can, if need be, stand against Superman made her a bit afraid. Even Connor wasn't that strong as of yet, and he was designed to be a safety measure against the older, natural-born, full-fledged Kryptonian. Having been taught by Batman in her vigilante career helped her rein herself in however. What she needed right now was to be calm.

Yes, BLAST was powerful, and yes he deserved to be treated with wariness, but from his history, she can assume that he was not one to flaunt his abilities nor use it irresponsibly. 'Yet as always, he has to be the paranoid one.' Bless his heart, she knew that her mentor meant well, but at times it was just so frustrating dealing with the Dark Knight.

As Barbara sat wearing civilian clothes inside one of the otherwise unremarkable diners in Manhattan, she waited for BLAST's arrival. Having the knowledge of her 'charge''s description beforehand, she kept her eyes peeled for a brown-eyed bald young man... Who, as she turned her sight towards the opened door, was walking into the diner.

At a first glance, he was simply put; unremarkable. His expression was bland, his choice of fashion was also bland, as if he didn't care what he put as long as it looked presentable enough, and he seemed to be looking around for a specific person. '...So this is BLAST...' Even if her mentor had advised her to be on the lookout for 'the most unremarkable-looking man you'll ever see', she never thought that his ordinary look reached to this high of a level.

Without saying anything, she waved her hand up, and the bald young man took notice and quickly walked over to her booth and sat across her. "Yo, my name's Peter Parker, nice to meet you." He offered his hand as he introduced himself.

With a smile, she reciprocated the gesture and returned it, "Barbara Gordon. I assume that our... mutual acquaintance has already told you who I am?" she asked.

The now named Peter Parker nodded, "BG, right?" he asked.

It was the initial to her name... and also the initial for her superhero moniker. Only now did she notice that both sounded similar when abbreviated into two letters: "Yes. Through our mutual acquaintance, I was told to get you to our base of operations. Are you ready to go now, or... Do you want something first?" she asked, ready to be diplomatic, but to be truthful, she wanted to finish this as quick as possible.

She was given this task simply because Batman wanted her personal opinion regarding the man after a face-to-face meeting. Though she was a bit flattered that she was the first choice in having a second opinion, the request came a bit abrupt for her, leaving her unable to say no, which, though expected from him, was still rather frustrating.

Sometimes he could be really, really annoying. Impressive as he was as both a man and a vigilante, that didn't mean that he wasn't an ass.

"Nah, I don't really want to eat anything." Said Peter with a shrug before he added, "I also want to get this introduction thing over with."

...Also? Did it show on her face, the unwillingness to let the day stretch more than it had to be? She thought she was better than that, have trained to be better than that. Still, she schooled her features again and said; "Alright then, follow me, and by that, I mean stick close, okay?"

He nodded, thereby fully giving her the rein on the situation.

Mount Justice...

It was a base at a remote location, designed not only for secrecy but for safety. To be specific, the latter referred to the safety in anonymity which the location provided. Because even though it housed a superhero team, due to the average age of its members, it did not allow them to be as open as say the Avengers or the League.

From afar, and even from up close, it would appear like a small volcanic island surrounded by thin patches of forest and two spots of sandy beaches. Protected from any kind of surveillance technology, the base was designed as both a base and a resort. The base was made such by considering the fact that this particular superhero team treated their membership as if it were extracurricular activity.

Which was true in many aspects. Being a member of this particular team was similar to being in an after-school club than an organization.

Thus it came to no surprise to one Peter Parker when he, accompanied by Barbara Gordon, saw that the layout of its interior reminded him of a rather luxurious dorm than a base of operation. Complete with a shared living room which they were in and top-of-the-line entertainment systems, an indoor swimming pool, gym room and such, this place seemed as if it was made to accommodate part-time heroes who looked for a place to relax while also performing heroic duties as an addition.

"Hm. Is Justice HQ like this also? You've been there, right Barbara?" he asked.

"Well, they do have canteen and lounge area." Barbara admitted, knowing why he asked such a thing. "But considering that this place is for... would-be heroes, it has to be less militaristic or utilitarian and more... academic."

If Justice Tower was like a place of occupation, then this would be the academy that would teach its students how to one day make it more of a job than training or subject of study.

Peter could work with that, it was rather tedious, but not at all incompatible with how he preferred to do things, but then again...

"Where are the others?" he asked, as he had not seen anyone from the moment he stepped onto the interior until now, when Barbara was about to finish being a tour guide for him. "Is this a day off?"

"Not really, I've just been informed that most of them were going to be held back for some time." Said Barbara as she took out one of her phones, one that was designed for private communication between like-minded peers. "One of them is on his way though, and knowing him, he'll be here in a-"

A streak of yellow and red came whooshing in and materialized into the form of a young man dressed in a yellow-and-red themed full-bodied spandex with his red hair and green eyes visible from the openings on the suit, "Hey Barb! So this is the new guy you were talking about?"

Kid Flash, sidekick to The Flash of Central City, one of the fastest superhuman to exist. "Yo, Peter Parker, nice to meet you." It's best to just get to the point, was what Peter thought as he extended his hand.

Enthusiastically, Kid Flash reciprocated the gesture, "Hey, Kid Flash, you might know of me. Real name's Wally though, Wally West, call me Wally." He said, his excitement audible, and Peter couldn't help but to be quite affected by how animated he was, "So, Barbara only told us to expect a new member, but... I've never seen you before, and you're not in costume, so what's your superhero name?"

"Wally, that can be done when everyone's here." Barbara interjected on Peter's behalf, "Have you gotten in touch with any of them yet?"

"Well, I did go and see if Hellion's coming, which he is, Connor's also coming, along with Cassie, I don't know where Tim is, but I'm guessing that he's on the way also. And I think that Laura's also coming along with Kitty and Illyana." Wally informed on who was coming. "I think that's all who were invited, right?"

"Forgetting about me already? Am I so easy to forget?" Said a voice that belonged to a youthful young man coming from... a green bird that was standing on the edge of a nearby table, "Well, considering that I'm not the only green guy in the whole wide world..." the bird leaped off of the table and turned into a rather wild-looking young man dressed in a short-sleeved black-and-magenta bodysuit, "I suppose I can understand that." He shrugged as he approached Peter, "I've been watching you for some time now, did ya see me?"

"Huh, I knew I noticed a rather strange green fly before." Peter answered.

"Hah! Yeah, that was me." He admitted as he extended his hand towards Peter, "Garfield Logan, but the others here call me Beast Boy. Peter Parker, right? What's your hero name by the way?"

Ah. It seemed that the dossier regarding him did not include his very well-known moniker. Looking at Barbara whom he noticed to be trying to school her facial features so as to not convey any emotion or betray her thoughts, it seemed that it was deliberately done so as to give them a surprise.

"I think it's best if we wait for the others to arrive first." Barbara interjected, "And Garfield, you should've notified me that you're already inside." She chided Beast Boy who only shrugged in response.

"Hey, if you of all people didn't notice me, that speaks a lot about how stealthy I can be right? Points to me!" he exuberantly exclaimed as he pointed his thumb at himself.

"Maybe that's because who she's escorting."

Both Wally and Garfield yelped at the sudden intrusion from a newcomer. From the shadows, a figure emerged, dressed in red and black bodysuit with the insignia of a bird on the left side of the chest. "Tim! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me..." Wally muttered.

"Why weren't you quick enough to notice me then?" asked the bird-themed young superhero before he turned to Peter and said; "It's nice to meet you, Peter. I already know your superhero name by the way, so to put us on the same wavelength..." he removed the black hood-mask he was wearing, showing his face and the short and messy mop of black hair of his to them, "My name's Tim Drake, Red Robin of Gotham."

"Nice to meet you." Peter reciprocated the introduction with a greeting before he asked, "Did you hack Batman's files to find me out?"

"Oh yeah." Tim answered, his cocky smile was the icing on the cake. "Hey Barb, nice to see you." he greeted the redhead.

"Nice to see you too, Tim. When did you get here?" asked Barbara.

"Just minutes ago." He answered with a shrug, "Anyway, next up is Connor and Cassie. I'm warning you now, they're fresh from a date, so be prepared to get diabetes." He informed them with a deadpan tone.

As if on cue, they heard the sound of a girl giggling followed by the soft laughter of a boy before they saw the loving pair walking towards them as they wrapped their arm around each other. One of them was the tall black-haired, blue-eyed, well-built young man wearing a tight black t-shirt with the red 'Super' insignia on his chest and the other was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl wearing a tight red t-shirt adorned with the 'Wonder Woman' insignia on her chest.

Both of them seemed as if they were in their own world, and as such it took them a couple of seconds before they realized that they were in the company of others. "Oh. Ehm." Wonder Girl cleared her throat as she took a step to the side with Superboy doing the same to the point that both of them shared a blush.

"H-Hi." Said Superboy as he turned to Peter and awkwardly waved, "I'm Connor, nice to meet you."

"And I'm Cassie." Wonder Girl introduced herself, "You're Peter Parker right? The new guy?"

"That's me." Peter said with a rather bland tone of voice. "So who's left? Laura, Kitty and Illyana?"

"They should be here in about... now."

Once again, Tim's prediction was proven right when three girls stepped into the room, a short raven-haired girl with a rather sharp gaze, a slightly taller brunette whose face was the epitome of gentle innocence and a blonde girl about the same height as the brunette. All three of them were wearing varying uniforms with the color yellow-with-black save for the black-with-yellow one given to the shortest girl that had a circular plate with the word X on it at a different spot for each of them.

"Hey everyone." Spoke the brunette with the X-symbol worn as a belt as if she was also saying it for the blonde and the raven-haired girl, "Hellion's behind us by the way, trying to surprise you."

"Wha-! Kitty!" Hellion, a kid with black hair and green eyes exclaimed indignantly as he poked his head in through the opened door. He grumbled before he entered, showing the red uniform that also had the X-symbol on it, which, on his case, was on the left side of his chest, "...Hey." he sulkily greeted everyone, including Peter.

"Hey dude." Peter said, overall not really affected by the fact that the kid got told out. By not giving too much attention to it, he hoped that he made it easier for everyone to just move on.

"His real name is Julian Keller." The brunette girl did the introduction for the embarrassed Julian, "I'm Katherine Pryde, but you can call me Kitty if you'd like." she then gestured to the smaller raven-haired girl with the X-symbol on the middle of her chest, "This here is Laura Kinney, we're... still working on her superhero name." she said rather sheepishly before moving to the blonde with the X-symbol on the right side of her chest, "And she's Illyana Rasputin, otherwise known as Magik."

Peter returned Illya's smile and wave with his own, trying to be courteous and was rewarded when she welcomed the gesture back with a wider smile.

"So. It seems that we're all here. All who were invited that is." Barbara remarked at the young heroes who have answered the call. "Can't exactly call all of them considering how hard it would be... Right, considering that we're here anyway, let's have a seat."

It was clear that they deferred to Barbara as all of them moved to their seats without a complaint. Sitting themselves on a large, half-circular leather couch along with a couple of chairs they pulled to have a seat, the members of Young Titans gathered as Barbara and Peter stood beside each other and facing the group.

"So, to make it short, this here is Peter Parker." Barbara gestured to the bald young man at her side who waved with a slightly bored look on his face, "As to what his hero name is... well, one of you already knew."

The others directed their gaze towards where Barbara's eyes landed; Tim Drake, who simply nodded, prompting the redhead to continue, "Peter, would you like to introduce yourself?" she requested, posing it as a question.

Peter simply nodded back and said; "I'm BLAST."

Two words, two simple words, yet the result was proportionate to the reveal of his identity. Save for Tim, whose expression simply turned to a shade of grim seriousness that could match his mentor's usual one, the others were sporting varying degrees of shock, disbelief and wonder.

"...The BLAST?" asked Beast Boy as he pointed his green finger at Peter, who nodded, "...Barb, are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious." Said Barbara, rather annoyed at being doubted. "I did inform you that his inclusion was decided by the heads of both the League and the Avengers, didn't I?"

"If that's true, then what the hell are those guys thinking, placing you here?" asked Julian, whose mind was still trying to connect the modern mysterious legend that was the BLAST, the entity that was the number 1 resolver Danger Event in the US if not the whole world for more than two years, "You're more experienced than us, not to mention far stronger too!"

"...Is it to observe you?" Superboy asked, remembering how his own recruitment to the group was to keep him in check and to socialize with those his 'age', physically speaking.

"There's that. And there's also the fact that I'm seventeen years old, not that much older compared to you guys."

"So what? Cyborg's eighteen years old when he joined the League." Wally stated, a bit incredulous that this guy right here was the BLAST. "I mean sure, he ended up joining because of the circumstances, but if they knew that you're BLAST, your age shouldn't have mattered."

"It's because he's too strong." Said Laura, drawing the attention of others in such a way that one could assume that she was not one to start a conversation. "My instinct... it tells me to not trust what I see. Your scent too, it's... very... overpowering..."

"...Uh..." Peter muttered as he lightly scratched his cheek after Laura's breathy comment.

"I can feel it as well." Illyana stated with a slight accent to her English, "Raw power, the likes I've never seen before, and I've met some strong mutants and supernatural entities before. You are a very deceptive man." She remarked, though despite that, she never once lost the smile on her face.

"...I know you two have higher or extra senses, but educate the ignorant here please?" Kitty, who were sitting between Laura and Illyana, grabbed her friends by their shoulders.

"It means that his strength and age led the others in the League to think that it's best to put him with us, mostly as a form of control." Tim elaborated, "Though I can see Batman's point, I'm a bit insulted on Peter's behalf. They could've done the same thing even if they put you in either the League or the Avengers."

"They don't trust you enough to put you too close." Said Cassie, getting to the truth of the matter, "Or at least some of them don't. I can see Batman being the one to recommend this but only after his previous options were shot down for being too strict... No offense Tim."

"None taken." After all, that did fit his mentor's usual behavior around something which he couldn't really control.

"Anyway!" Barbara shouted to get their attention, "Now that the introduction's over... Do you want to initiate him?" she asked.

"You're kidding right? He's BLAST!" Wally said, "He beats up extra-terrestrial or dimensional monstrosities on a daily basis so fast that not even my uncle can catch him in the act, there's no way any one of us are going to have a spar with him!"

Indeed, his reputation had preceded him, and though his appearance was so disproportionately ordinary compared to his feats, they knew well enough to not judge a book by its cover, even if the cover in question was questionably mundane, the content was genuinely extraordinary.

"Actually..." Connor spoke up as he raised his hand up, "I'm kind of interested." He wanted to see how strong BLAST actually was firsthand. Being a half-Kryptonian clone of Superman who was slowly growing into his powers, both the Kryptonian-based and the one given to him to mimic them and getting stronger with age, he wanted to see how far he had come since he first woke up.

"Me too." Cassie added, "I have to admit, it... might sound foolish, but also exciting." Sparring with the mysterious BLAST, testing how far she could take her skills in battle against a foe that was faster than the Flash and as strong as, if not stronger than, Superman? It made the Greek Warrior's blood in her boiling in anticipation.

"...Alright." Peter answered with a shrug. Superboy and Wonder Girl seemed to be looking forward to it, and he could use this to see in person how powerful they were and how well they could handle themselves in a fight. "So is there a place where we can do this or-?"

Like a couple of days back in the Baxter Building, as if on cue, something happened that made him cut himself off from finishing his sentence. This time it was the blaring sound of an alarm going off on the whole building.

Peter saw how Tim quickly stood up and walked away so without waiting, he followed him, somewhat aware of how the others had a delayed reaction of about a second before they followed Tim as he just did.

Everyone then found themselves inside an observation room, which as the name suggested, housed a lot of screens that currently showed many news feed from all over the world. At this moment however, it seemed as if the world were noticing only one thing:

"...How did it get there without any of us noticing?"

Indeed, the news feed all over the world were showing the images of a falling spaceship the size of a skyscraper that suddenly appeared above the city of Los Angeles. Its descent was accompanied by the screeching sound of metal heard from one of the live news feed on the scene.

"Alright, everyone, this is Code Third Encounter. It's likely that we'll be working alongside the Leagues and the Avengers for this one." Stated Tim Drake as he quickly went to the keyboard, "The spaceship the size of a Kryptonian Worldmaker entered Earth's atmosphere approximately seven seconds ago out of nowhere and it is falling towards Los Angeles. We need to quickly evacuate the civilians-"

"I got it." Said Wally before he ran full-speed.

"-Wally will take care of that on ourside." He continued as if he knew that was going to happen, "So that left us to minimize collateral damage along with whoever is coming from the League and Avengers. Afterwards, we'll leave whatever's coming out of that ship to them, everybody got that?"

"Got it Tim." Said Kitty, and her declaration was emphasized by the nods from the others.

"Right, I'll get my costume then." Peter said before he turned to leave... and left a rippling effect that caused the wind to scatter in his wake as he disappeared faster than one can blink.

Everyone else were silent as they digested what they had seen before Tim chuckled and said; "Seems that Batman really wasn't exaggerating when he noted that he's as fast if not faster than the Flash... Anyway, if his history can be used as a point of reference, I think we don't need to tell him where to go."

Los Angeles, ten seconds after Peter left...

At the top of the US Bank Tower in Los Angeles, a figure landed and watched the scene before him, of the falling spaceship that was slower than it had any right to be, the sight of red-and-yellow and yellow-and-red blurs moving people out of the way of the falling object's trajectory and of the other extraordinary people that were slowly but surely coming... One of whom chose to land beside him.

"What can you see, Supes?" asked Peter, he didn't need to see to know who it was.

"There's a fight going on inside that ship." Was Superman's answer, "I can't see the fighters themselves, the ship's layered with plating that prevents my vision from penetrating it, but I can see the vibrations they make." He explained before he added, "And they're destroying the ship inside out."

"Can you lift it up to try and land it somewhere?" Peter asked it again, "I'd do it myself if I could fly."

"No. I could, but if I did that, I don't think the ship can handle another pressure. The fight within that ship's already destroyed it enough that outside interference would break it." Superman explained.

"Then what if I do a powerful enough punch to shatter it into debris in one go?" Peter asked.

"...It might just work... But the after-effects..."

"...Right." Peter suddenly realized before he added, "Still, something's gotta be done. Looks like Wally and the adult Flash just finished evacuating people, but it's getting closer. Where's a group of Green Lantern when you need them...?" he asked rhetorically.

"They have business on Oa." Superman answered before he began to float, "I'll try to stop it anyway. Can you along with the others handle the debris?" he asked.

"Of course." Peter said before he bent his knees back a bit, "See ya later." Was his parting word as he leapt towards the direction of the falling ship.

From above, he saw Superman quickly approaching the ship followed by the arrival of other flying brick superheroes such as Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl and Superboy whom he worked with to hold back the ship's descent. True to what he said, the ship began to crumble the moment Superman pushed back, and the debris were beginning to fall already.

He was about to descend faster to help clear the debris along with the two Flashes, Julian/Hellion and Beast Boy who used their different powers to prevent some of the debris from falling the best they could when two figures blasted themselves out of the ship and were careening towards him.

Swiftly he moved his body out of the way while also using the opportunity to see the real figure of the moving blur, which was composed of two humanoid aliens that had blasted themselves out and were fighting each other.

One was an alien that looked like an orange-skinned, fully green-eyed female human with flame-like red hair wearing purple skintight suit that showed more than a fair bit of her voluptuous figure. The other was another humanoid female-looking alien with blue skin, fully black-eyes bald head and robotic components visible on her body where her red sleeveless bodysuit did not cover. Both of them were sporting battle damages which were the result of their long fights and they were showing no signs of stopping anytime soon.

It lasted for a quarter of a second before the two went off, yet it was enough for Peter to take in their physical features. Gravity began to pull him down again, and once he saw that Superman and the others turned out to be more than enough in taking care of the falling and cracking ship, he turned his gaze towards the flying blur, contracted his leg muscles and then kicked his feet the opposite way of the two aliens' trajectory.

The result was a sound similar to that of massive concussive blast, as if a gigantic bullet has just been shot from an equally gigantic gun, yet all there was was Peter's foot, striking nothing but air, and managed to actually kick fast enough to create a propulsion effect that shot him back up towards where the two alien women were fighting.

Meanwhile...

Every hit counts. As they were exposed to the rather nourishing atmosphere of the planet, all she thought was to inflict hurt on the despicable being in front of her, a being that she, much to her disgust, shared many similarities with. For every punches that were met by her enemies' fists, the air trembled, and despite the damages both of them have suffered, neither were willing to back down.

"Come now! Is that the best you can do?!"

The taunts of her enemy was like high-screeching grinding noise made as metal scrape against metal, it pained her ears and numbed the mind. How she hated her enemy so for all the things she had done in the name of the warlord she served and for her personal goals. The dead scientists on board the star cruiser devoted to recording the universe was one of the many proofs of that.

"The same can be said to you!" she retorted back as she punched her enemy right in the cheek. "Where is the fearsome Nebula, the great terror of the stars?! All I see before me is a mediocre enemy!"

A scowl formed on her enemy's face. Nebula's fall to the depravity she was once a victim of had become such that she now took pride in doing to others what was done to her, and attacking it incited her. "You Tamaranean bitch!"

Nebula sought to knee her in her groin, but she elbowed her knee in retaliation. "Tch!" Refusing to relent, she continued her assault, starting with a punch directed at her ribs, yet that too was stopped, this time by her forearm. "Stay-!"

"Still?" asked the Tamaranean as her elbow caved Nebula's cheek in. "Why should I?" she continued rather cheekily before she began to rush her fists in very quick succession all the while yelling, "RAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Her fists met her enemy's forearms as their collisions created powerful rippling effect that made the air around them tremble. Under the force of their strength, it was as if there was a volley of aerial bombardments occurring in the sky, as if missiles were put up against other missiles yet for their impact, it only caused kinetic explosions instead of fiery ones.

As they fall, they fought, ignoring their surroundings and only focusing only on the one in front of them. Fists met cheeks, knees met ribs, head met head, they used almost every part of their bodies to inflict pain on the other.

Then, their bodies met earth's dirt like an asteroid, separating them from each other as they tumbled by the inertia of their barely-controlled flight.

Quick to react, she looked up and immediately pointed her opened palm right where she found Nebula lying down, prompting her orange-hued skin on the center of her right palm to open up in the form of a circular-shaped hole that then shot a blast of green plasmic energy towards the bald blue alien.

The first shot hit, and Nebula was sent rolling back by the resulting blast that charred the dirt around them into ashes. With her chest getting the brunt of the attack, the red bodysuit she wore was slightly torn in that area and showing that her injury was like that of a bent metal, further showing her status as a cyborg.

In response to the only slightly injured Nebula, she aimed both of her opened palms at her and with a mental command, let the machinery within her opened the numerous exhaust ports in her arms that contained many miniaturized plasma cannons that were spread rather liberally from her wrist to her shoulders. And they were all pointing at the same target.

"Burn." The Tamaranean declared before the air turned bright green at the sight of her activating one of her internal weapons.

A wave of green energy blast roughly twice the size of a dump truck that expanded its size exponentially from the point of exhaust enveloped where Nebula was and the surrounding environment, shining brightly as if a piece of massive, brilliant emerald illuminated by the sun's rays.

Nebula emerged from the emerald flame, most of her robotic body charred, some part of her were slightly singed, her bodysuit even more destroyed than it already was, and her right fist was cocked back and ready to strike.

With her left hand, she stopped the attack but she then found herself staring up to the planet's blue sky before she belatedly realize that Nebula had contorted her body so as to drive her heel to her chin.

Her ears were deafened by the sound of the wind violently passing by as she was shot like a missile by the kick Nebula hit her with. When the ground she skidded on broke upon contact, she felt the damages that had been accumulating within her since the battle beginning to catch up to her.

Despite the pain however, she forced herself to stand up. Her face was then shortly punched by Nebula's right fist. Despite the force of her push however, she remained standing and forced herself to punch Nebula back and felt her left fist caving Nebula's cheek in in a cross-counter move.

With an explosive sound, the two aliens were repulsed away from each other and ended up lying on the Californian dirt that they had found themselves stranded on.

"You... won't get away with this...!" Nebula grounded the words out of her bent mouth as she forced herself up with the Tamaranean doing the same but at a much slower pace. Her exhaustion was slowly but surely creeping up on her, "I'll incapacitate you, then I will bring you back to my ship and kill you slowly and painfully...! I'll have a lot of fun with-!"

The Tamaranean and Nebula were interrupted by the sound of something big landing near them with a lot of force that affected its landing spot and the environment around it. The dust that rose up from the impact of its landing forced the two to cover their eyes.

'What could've-?' before she could finish her thought, she heard the sound of a powerful clap like a thunder that made the dust fog disperse due to how its after-effects rippled the air and force it to expand.

When they saw what it was that interrupted them, both of them shared an expression of confusion.

It was a bald male humanoid wearing an unimpressive yellow bodysuit with red gloves and boots. What made him stood out while also paradoxically made him so unimpressive was the expression, or the lack of one, on his face. He almost literally had a blank face, and it confused the hell out of them.

Were their eyes playing tricks on them? Was this the one who really-?

"Hey, can you understand me? If you can, do you mind stopping? It's lucky that you didn't land on that town," the humanoid pointed at where there was a small community of the native dominant sentient species of this planet quite nearby, "But if you continue this, the town might get in your way, so if you can understand me, please stop. I won't ask you three times."

"...What is this nuisance?" Nebula muttered before she moved fast towards him and directed her cocked back fist at the humanoid's head, "Get lost, weakling!"

She was not fast enough to stop the blue-skinned alien... But he was.

He caught Nebula's fist on the palm of his right hand with ease and lack of reaction despite the booming sound and the reverberating wind it made. "Wha-?!"

The humanoid sighed in a manner that she recognized as a way to convey disappointment, "Haaaaah... Really, even if you didn't understand me, the way you just go and attack me tells me a lot about you." What followed after whatever he said was how his face formed a scowl directed at Nebula that made her flinch, "Alright then."

With a backhand to the head at a speed that caused a powerful sonic boom, Nebula was sent flying away with a large part of her head severely caved in and causing her to fall unconscious even as she violently skidded against the hard dirt to a halt.

...How long had she been fighting Nebula? The despicable pirate-slaver was one tough enemy and she had spent her all fighting her to a standstill, and results only began to show after what must've been hours of fighting... Yet this unassuming humanoid appeared out of nowhere and defeated her with a single strike which he did not do seriously?

Unbelievable. Who was he? What was he? From what she had ascertained about the planet known as Earth, its most dominant humanoid species was one of the most diverse and yet also one of the weakest humanoid species in general throughout the universe save for a few of them.

This one seemed to be one of the few exceptions. One that now turned his sight onto her with Nebula out of the fight. "So... d'you wanna fight?" he said as he raised one of his fists at her.

She knew that was a gesture of challenge, she need not an expansive knowledge of Earth's society to know something that was common universal knowledge. In the past, she would always answer the challenge and dive into battle... Yet right now, she knew that to answer his challenge positively would not end well for her.

Immediately she raised her hands up, also a universal gesture, one that meant that one was surrendering to an enemy. She did not want to fight anymore, not against the one who knocked out Nebula cold by as simple a movement as a backhand strike.

"...Alright." he responded as he lowered his fist, "Still, I get the feeling that you don't really understand what I'm saying."

She did not understand what he was saying at all. Barrier of language, one of the many things that can hinder peace talk or prevent possible friendship or even relationship from ever forming. Luckily, in her case, something can be done about that.

With a measured space between each steps, she approached him while still keeping her hands up. To her wonder, his response was to raise one of his eyebrows when he saw what she was doing. Good, at the very least he was just confused and not outright hostile. She walked closer, and closer until she was close enough to make it easier for both of them to communicate.

And as fast as she could, she captured his lips into a kiss before she grabbed him by his cheeks. She had closed her eyes prior to kissing him so as to prepare for a possible horrible taste from his mouth. Yet to her surprise, she found herself liking the taste that came from it. So much so that she decided to linger for a bit more than necessary...

Until it was stopped by him mid-way. He firmly but gently pushed her away, prying her away from his lips, "Oy oy, what the hell was that all about?" he asked with a rather noticeable blush on his cheeks.

Now she understood his native language including the others he had learned as well and the nuances involved with them. It seemed that humans possessed a lot of languages with which they use to communicate with. Rather rich and diverse yet also rather lacking in efficiency. The one that he was using now is known as 'English'.

Noticing how annoyed he was made her realize that perhaps Tamaranean's view on exchange of language can be interpreted wrongly due to the differences between their societies, and so she raised her hands slightly, "That was to enable communication between us. Apologies if I have offended you." She tried to placate him.

"...Kissing someone allows you to understand their language?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, "Tactile telepathy through the tongue's sensory input maybe...?" she heard him mutter before he shook his head, "Nevermind that for a second, now that we can understand each other, I have to ask you: Are you still looking for a fight?"

"No! No no, I do not want to fight you." She quickly answered, shaking her head, "I mean you no harm. I only had a problem with the one you struck. Now that she is incapacitated, I have no more reason to fight."

"...Who is that anyway? A bad guy hopefully?"

"You are not wrong about that." She nodded as she sent a look filled with disgust at the prone form of Nebula who still wasn't waking up. "Allow me to introduce myself now that we can speak to one another." She tipped her head down slightly as she said; "My name is Koriand'r of the planetary kingdom of Tamaran. I was here to pursue her, Nebula, and prevent her from using the data she had unlawfully taken for purposes that fits her volatile career as an intergalactic pirate-slaver."

"So that ship was a pirate ship that belonged to her?" he asked, pointing to the still unconscious form of Nebula.

"Yes." Koriand'r nodded, "I thank you for defeating her. Though I can still go on, my victory was not assured, as I've close to reaching my limit." Her green eyes then stared at his brown ones as she asked; "Though I must ask... Are the people of Earth as strong as you? From what I've known, it is suggested that the native dominant species of this planet is quite weak individually."

"...No. You're right on the latter, they are all not as strong as me." He answered it rather simply before he said; "Anyway, with all said and done, I suppose my work here is done." He then extended his hand to her, "The name's Peter Parker, a hobbying hero, nice to meet you Kori."

Hobbying hero? With the understanding of the English language, she kind of understood that he spoke of being a hero as a hobby, but why was that... a thing, as it were? Still, she reciprocated the gesture nonetheless as she said; "It is also good to meet you, Peter Parker." As she let go of his hand, she said; "Speaking of which, there's something to that regard that I want to-"

The sound of two figures landing near them made Kori and Peter turn. Superman and Wonder Woman, all in their heroic glory, have arrived at the scene, and the former then turned to the Tamaranean and said; "Miss Koriand'r. My name is Kal-El of Krypton and she is my partner, Diana, of Themyscira." He introduced themselves, "We're here to put Nebula on custody, and also to talk to you about what had occurred."

"And Mr. Parker?" Wonder Woman turned to Peter, "I think it's best if you come along as well."

"Why?" he asked with a frown.

"Mostly because of a certain Tamaranean custom." Said Superman, "I've studied a lot of alien cultures from the data available in my fortress, and having heard parts of your conversation, I have deduced that miss Koriand'r here was going to offer her services to you as a compensation for what you did."

"...What."

"It is true." Said Koriand'r, addressing Peter's question/utterance, "You have saved me from a battle which I would've lost if it were to continue." She gazed down at the severely disheveled condition of her body. "Therefore, I owed you a debt for my life, one that... I have an idea as to how to repay you by."

She then went down on one knee, bowed her head down and solemnly spoke, "I, Koriand'r, former princess of the planetary kingdom of Tamaran, hereby pledges myself to the service of one Peter Parker as his disciple. I swear upon my family name, low as it is now, that I will be loyal to you and your cause. Your will is my command and your wishes are my orders from this day until the day I am to be let go."

There was a moment of silence shared between the four of them after she said her piece before Peter took a deep breath that lasted for at least five seconds and said...

"There any way I can say no to that that doesn't make me sound like a piece of shit? No? It's some sort of honor culture? If I refuse not only it would be a big offense to you but it'll also tarnish your pride and/or honor as well? How do I know all of this you might ask? I've seen enough stories about knights pledging their services and loyalty, so with all that said, I think I'll say yes, what else can I do anyway...?" he said in one breath before planting his face unto his opened palm.

Though he just had his previous assumptions confirmed, at the very least, Peter Parker has decided to roll with the punches, even as it came seemingly out of nowhere.

To be Continued...

So Starfire has taken Genos' role in this story. Boy oh boy did Peter didn't get his wish to not have any big events happening during the meeting. Of course, there's still more to come now that she arrives, especially with Nebula.

Now, regarding the Young Titans, the members shown here are not all of them, they were just members who were considered to be the most important to hold some sort of special seats, kind of like how the Justice League and the Avengers, despite their sheer number of members, only hold certain members to act as their representative, like Justice League with their 'Big Three' and Avengers with their own 'Big Three'.

There are a lot of Young Titans members, the ones I show here are just the ones who were considered high enough in the ranks to be their representatives. As for the inclusion of four young X-Men members, they are there to represent the young mutant/meta-human community from Xavier's school in the team and were chosen by competency. Considering their more-or-less 'normal' powers, it's also to boost a little bit of PR as well.

Anyway, that's all for this chapter, hope you guys enjoyed it, I'll see you when I see you.