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S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier
BGM: Marvel: Ultimate Alliance OST - Menu
High above the shimmering skyline of New York City, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier cut through the clouds like a steel leviathan. Its massive engines hummed low, the kind of sound that could be felt more than heard. Inside, agents hurried through gleaming corridors lined with glass panels and digital interfaces, all moving with purpose.
Among them, one figure looked distinctly out of place—and he knew it.
Spider-Man walked down the metallic hallway, his mask pulled up halfway so he could mutter to himself, his boots echoing lightly against the deck.
“Okay, Peter… Nick Fury calls, says he wants to ‘discuss something important.’ Totally fine. Definitely not intimidating. Maybe it’s a new suit. Maybe it’s another lecture about ‘discipline’ or ‘protocol.’ Or maybe,” he whispered dramatically, “he finally realized how amazing I really am.”
A few passing agents gave him curious glances, which he pretended not to notice.
He stopped at a door marked MISSION CONTROL – AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY, and the doors slid open with a hydraulic hiss.
There, standing in front of a panoramic window overlooking the city below, was Nick Fury himself—hands clasped behind his back, trench coat hanging like a shadow.
“Nice view,” Peter said as he stepped inside.
Without turning around, Fury said evenly, “You’re late.”
Peter froze mid-step. “Wow, I didn’t even say anything sarcastic yet. You really do have a sixth sense.”
Fury finally turned to face him, his one good eye cool and unreadable.
“Parker.”
“Fury.”
Then, Peter gave an exaggerated salute. “Reporting for duty, sir! Webs polished, quips ready for action.”
Fury sighed, the kind of sigh that sounded like it had been building up for a long time. “You never make this easy.”
“Not part of my brand.” Peter grinned behind the mask. “So, what’s the big secret meeting about? Because this is usually my pizza time. And you know how sacred pizza time is.”
Fury didn’t even blink. “I want to talk to you about joining the Avengers.”
Peter’s head tilted. His eyes widened behind the lenses. “Wait. Wait-wait-wait. Like officially joining? With ID cards and everything? You’re serious?”
“As a heart attack,” Fury replied.
Peter rubbed his hands together, his grin stretching wider. “Finally! Took you long enough to see my brilliance. I mean, I already bring the style, the brains, the—”
“Hold it.” Fury raised a gloved hand.
Peter froze. “…there’s a catch, isn’t there?”
“There’s always a catch.” Fury turned back toward the glass. “Before you join, you’ve got to prove you can handle leadership—responsibility on a larger scale. A mission.”
Peter slouched slightly. “Of course. Nothing ever comes easy. What’s next, you want me to babysit Deadpool?”
Fury’s lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. “You’re going to California.”
Peter blinked. “California? What’s over there? Surfboards? Heatstroke? Oh—wait, don’t tell me. You’re sending me to the West Coast Avengers, right?”
“Wrong,” Fury replied dryly.
Peter squinted. “Okay, so… not the West Coast Avengers. Then who—”
“You’ll be helping another team,” Fury interrupted. “A team that needs guidance. You’ll be leading them.”
“Leading?” Peter echoed, tilting his head. “You do remember I’m the guy who talks to himself while fighting giant robots, right? Leadership isn’t exactly in my—”
Fury turned back toward him, his tone sharp but not unkind. “You’re being sent to California to lead a group of ex-criminals who want to turn their lives around.”
Peter’s jaw dropped. “…I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I think I heard ‘lead a group of ex-criminals’ and my brain immediately rebooted.”
“That’s right.” Fury’s voice was steady, almost amused by Peter’s disbelief. “They’re under the supervision of the Superhero Dispatch Network, or SDN. We’ve been working with them for some time now. They’ve got potential, but no direction. The team’s called the Z-Team—and they need someone to steer them straight.”
Peter stared at Fury for a moment, his mask lenses narrowing. “They’re named the Z-Team? What happened to A through Y?”
Fury ignored the comment. “I’m not asking you to babysit them. I’m asking you to lead them. You’ve got experience, instincts, and more potential than you give yourself credit for.”
Peter went quiet at that, his humor fading for once. “You really think I’m leadership material?”
“I know you are,” Fury said simply. “You’ve been Spider-Man long enough to understand what responsibility really means. You’ve saved this city more times than most people know. But now it’s time to see if you can make others better—not just save them.”
Peter exhaled slowly, folding his arms. “And if I go, that means Miles is on his own for a while.”
Fury nodded. “He’ll be fine. You’ve trained him well. Besides, it’ll be good for him—and for you. He gets to prove himself as New York’s Spider-Man. You get to see what you’re capable of when you’re not swinging solo.”
Peter looked down, thinking. He could already imagine Miles swinging through the city alone, probably nervous at first… but he’d figure it out. He always did.
After a long pause, Peter looked back up at Fury. “You make a good pitch, Fury.”
“I’m not selling anything,” Fury said. “I’m giving you an opportunity.”
Peter chuckled quietly. “Same difference.”
He extended his hand. “All right, Director. I’m in.”
Fury clasped his hand firmly, giving a curt nod. “Good. I’ll let SDN know you’re coming. Pack your suit—California awaits.”
Peter grinned behind his mask. “Sunshine, palm trees, and a team of ex-criminals who probably hate my jokes. What could possibly go wrong?”
Fury gave him a dry look. “Everything, Parker. Absolutely everything.”
As Peter turned to leave, the hum of the Helicarrier filled the silence again—but beneath it, there was something else. A spark of anticipation.
Because for the first time in a long time, Spider-Man wasn’t just being called to save the day.
He was being called to lead it.
A Few Days Later…
Peter’s Apartment
Peter’s apartment was a whirlwind of activity. Suitcases were open on the couch and floor, clothes were folded (and some not so folded), and the faint hum of conversation filled the small space. It was the kind of scene that felt both chaotic and comforting—friends and family gathered to help the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man prepare for his next big leap.
MJ was the first to break the quiet bustle. She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter with her trademark smirk. “You know, Tiger, I’m actually jealous. California? Sunshine, beaches, celebrity sightings—meanwhile, I’ll be stuck here freezing my butt off in November.”
Peter chuckled, zipping up one of his suitcases. “Don’t worry, MJ. I’ll send plenty of pictures so no one feels left out. Maybe even a selfie or two with the Hollywood sign. You know, just to rub it in.”
“Very considerate of you,” MJ said dryly, though her grin didn’t fade.
From across the room, Aunt May adjusted her glasses and gave Peter that familiar, motherly look—the one that could pierce through even his strongest layer of sarcasm. “Just… be careful while you’re out there, Peter. I’ve heard things can get crazy in California.”
Peter looked up from his luggage and smiled warmly. “Come on, Aunt May. It can’t be any crazier than New York. We’ve got aliens, wizards, and guys who turn themselves into lizards for fun.”
Harry patted him on the back, laughing. “Yeah, except this time you’re leading a bunch of ex-criminals. So hey, Cali could be worse.”
That earned a round of laughter from the room. Even Peter cracked up, shaking his head.
“You guys really know how to boost a guy’s confidence,” he said, still smiling.
Gwen leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, her tone teasing but gentle. “Just make sure you come back in one piece, okay? I don’t want to have to catch a flight just to drag your butt home.”
Peter turned to her, grinning beneath the warmth in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Gwen. I’ll come back alive and well. Promise.”
But as his gaze drifted toward Miles, the mood shifted slightly. Miles stood near the window, his hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, looking thoughtful—maybe even nervous. Peter caught on right away.
“Hey,” he said, stepping closer. “You good, Miles?”
Miles nodded, but it was slow and half-hearted. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… you know. Mentally preparing to be New York’s only Spider-Man for a while.”
Peter smiled faintly. He remembered what that felt like—the weight of the city, the responsibility, the loneliness that sometimes came with it.
He put a hand on Miles’ shoulder. “You’ve got this, Miles. I believe in you. You’ve learned everything I can teach you—and honestly, you’re more than ready for this next step.”
Miles’ lips curved into a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, man. Means a lot.”
Peter nodded. “Keep the city safe for me, okay?”
“You got it,” Miles replied.
Soon, the apartment was back to its flurry of packing and chatter. Peter hefted his luggage effortlessly—his spider-strength making light work of the multiple suitcases.
“Well,” he said, looking around the room, “I guess this is it. Time for me to—”
“Oh no you don’t,” Aunt May interrupted, crossing her arms with a mock sternness. “You’re not going anywhere until I get my hug.”
Peter laughed softly, setting his bags down. “How could I forget?”
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. For a few moments, everything else fell away.
“I love you, Aunt May,” he said quietly.
“I love you too, dear,” she replied, holding him tightly before letting go.
Peter turned to the rest of the group—MJ, Harry, Gwen, and Miles—and smirked. “All right, you guys. Bring it in.”
They all laughed, and the five of them shared a group hug—warm, slightly awkward, but perfect in its own way. When they broke apart, Peter’s grin softened into something more sincere. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Which is… what, exactly?” Gwen teased.
Peter shrugged. “Good question.”
He grabbed his bags again and started toward the door when Miles suddenly called out, “Yo, Peter!”
Peter turned. “Yeah?”
“I sent you a West Coast playlist,” Miles said with a grin. “Something to vibe to while you’re in Cali. You know, keep the energy right.”
Peter chuckled. “You’re the best, Miles. I’ll check it out.”
He opened the door and stepped into the hallway—only to hear a voice that made his shoulders tense in mild dread.
“Parker!”
Mr. Ditkovich stood at the end of the hallway, arms folded, his daughter Ursula standing beside him with a friendly wave.
“Uh… hey, Mr. Ditkovich! Ursula! How’s it going?”
“Hi, Peter,” Ursula said kindly.
But before Peter could respond further, Ditkovich took a step closer, his tone suddenly intense. “Will you still be able to pay rent while you are… gone?”
Peter sighed, but couldn’t help the amused smile tugging at his face. “Yes, Mr. Ditkovich. I’ll still pay my rent.”
Ditkovich’s stern expression cracked into a pleased grin. “You are a good man, Parker!”
Before Peter could react, the landlord suddenly pulled him into a bear hug.
“Whoa—uh—okay,” Peter stammered, juggling his suitcases while awkwardly patting the man on the back.
Ursula covered her mouth, hiding a laugh.
After a moment, the hug ended, and Peter gave them both a friendly nod before heading down the stairs.
Ditkovich watched him go, his expression softening. “I am going to miss that boy,” he said quietly.
JFK International Airport
BGM: Star Wars - Binary Sunset by John Williams
Hours later, at the airport, Peter stood in line, his suitcases checked in, his mind still catching up to everything that had happened. Before long, he was seated on the plane, window seat, mask tucked safely away in his carry-on.
As the engines roared and the plane began to ascend, Peter glanced out the window. New York’s skyline grew smaller and smaller, until it was just a glimmer beneath the clouds.
It felt strange—leaving the city that had been his entire world. But at the same time, he felt… ready. Nervous, yes, but ready.
He leaned back in his seat, exhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and let his thoughts overtake him as the plane angled west.
Los Angeles
The golden sunlight of Los Angeles poured through the airport windows as the plane doors opened. After hours of flying, Peter finally stepped off, stretching his legs and rolling his neck with a quiet groan. The energy of the city hit him instantly—bright, busy, warm. A far cry from New York’s hard-edged hum.
He followed the crowd through the terminal, shuffling toward baggage claim. Rolling announcements echoed overhead, and the smell of coffee and sunscreen lingered in the air. When the conveyer belt whirred to life, Peter spotted his suitcases and hauled them up effortlessly—one in each hand, like they were filled with feathers.
As he stepped outside, the California breeze hit him—softer, saltier, and somehow more relaxed. He took a deep breath, eyes squinting at the sunlight. “Well,” he muttered to himself, “this definitely isn’t Queens.”
Now came the fun part: finding a cab. And if there was one thing Peter thought he knew how to do, it was get a cab.
He stepped off the curb, waved his hand, and called out, “Taxi! Hey—yeah, right here!” Then he whistled, loud and sharp, just like he used to in Manhattan.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t Manhattan.
Cars zipped by. A couple of drivers ignored him completely. One guy rolled down his window just to yell something in Spanish about “getting a rideshare app.”
Peter sighed. “Okay, note to self: West Coast cab drivers are less responsive than New York pigeons.”
Just when he was about to give up, a yellow cab screeched to a stop beside him. Music blared from the speakers—something upbeat and old-school. Peter grinned, opened the door, and climbed inside.
The driver, cheerful and energetic, turned slightly in his seat. “Where to, my friend?”
Peter adjusted his bags. “Torrance Branch of SDN, please.”
There was a beat. Then Peter froze.
Wait. That voice… it sounded familiar.
He blinked, tilted his head, and said slowly, “...Wait. Stan?”
The driver turned, smiling warmly beneath his signature sunglasses. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite web-head! How ya doing, kid?”
Peter’s jaw dropped, then broke into a huge grin. “Holy crap! What are you doing in L.A.?”
Stan chuckled. “I could ask you the same thing! But hey, I’m here to enjoy the sunshine—maybe spot a hero or two while I’m at it.”
Peter laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s classic. Still keeping busy, huh?”
Stan winked. “You know me, true believer. Retirement’s for the dull ones.”
With that, the cab peeled out into the street. Peter glanced out the window as they drove—palm trees lined the wide boulevards, the sky was an impossible shade of blue, and the endless sprawl of Los Angeles seemed to stretch forever.
“So,” Stan said as he weaved between cars, “SDN, huh? Big opportunity.”
“Yeah,” Peter replied with a small smile. “Nick Fury’s sending me on a ‘prove-yourself’ mission. Guess I’m supposed to lead a team of ex-criminals who wanna turn things around.”
Stan nodded thoughtfully. “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full, kid. But hey—great power, great responsibility, right?”
Peter chuckled softly. “Wouldn’t be me if I forgot it.”
Before long, the cab turned into a more suburban district—quieter, dotted with low buildings and a clear view of the distant ocean. The car rolled to a stop in front of a modern facility with the sign: SUPERHERO DISPATCH NETWORK – TORRANCE BRANCH.
“Well, here we are,” Stan said.
Peter climbed out and grabbed his suitcases. “Thanks, Stan. Seriously. You’re a lifesaver.”
Stan waved it off. “All in a day’s work! Here, take this.” He handed Peter a small business card. ‘STAN’S RIDES – EXCELSIOR TRANSPORTATION’
“If you ever need a lift, call me. First ride’s on the house. Second one’s… slightly less on the house.”
Peter laughed, slipping the card into his jacket pocket. “Deal.”
Stan grinned, gave a thumbs-up, and shouted, “EXCELSIOR!” before hitting the gas and peeling out into traffic.
Peter watched the cab disappear into the distance, still smiling. “Man, I love that guy.”
Then he turned to face the SDN building, exhaling as he steadied himself. “All right, Parker. Showtime.”
SDN
BGM: Dispatch - Lana Works In The Mail Room
The lobby was sleek and bright, buzzing with quiet energy. A receptionist sat behind a front desk, typing rapidly. Peter approached, offering a friendly wave.
“Hi there. Peter Parker. I’m here for, uh… an interview? Actually, I guess it’s more of an orientation?”
The woman smiled politely, clicking through her computer. “Ah, yes—Mr. Parker. One moment, please.”
After a short pause, she nodded. “Someone will be right with you.”
“Thanks,” Peter said, sitting down on a nearby couch, adjusting his luggage at his feet. He took a slow breath, tapping his fingers against his knee. “All right, Pete. Deep breaths. Don’t trip over your words. Or your own feet.”
Footsteps approached.
“Peter Parker?”
He looked up—and his eyes widened slightly. A striking young woman with a confident smile and long blonde hair stood before him, hand extended.
“Hi. I’m Blonde Blazer,” she said brightly. “Nice to meet you.”
Peter quickly stood, shaking her hand. “Nice to meet you too. Love the name, by the way—sounds like it came with its own comic series.”
She grinned. “It almost did.”
“Really?”
“No.”
Peter blinked, then laughed awkwardly. “Right. Good one.”
“Come on,” she said, gesturing for him to follow. “I’ll show you around.”
As they walked through the corridors, Blonde Blazer glanced at him. “So, you just got in?”
“Yeah, literally just landed,” Peter said. “Had a really friendly cab driver, though—kind of made the trip.”
“That’s good to hear,” she replied with a smile. “Welcome to the Torrance Branch. We’re not the most high-profile branch in the network—that honor goes to Downtown L.A.—but we’ve got great people. And that makes all the difference.”
Peter nodded, watching agents and support staff working behind rows of monitors. “Looks impressive to me.”
“Some of our heroes work in dispatch,” Blonde Blazer explained, “others stay in the field. But your team’s… a bit of a special case.”
Peter raised a brow. “Fury mentioned that I’d be working with ex-criminals. You know, as a sort of... team therapy leader-slash-babysitter.”
She laughed lightly. “That’s one way to put it. The Z-Team’s a handful, but they’ve got heart. They just need the right push—and you’re the guy for that.”
Peter smirked. “I’ll try to live up to the sales pitch.”
They reached a cluttered desk where a man was eating a Twinkie while typing one-handed. Blonde Blazer gestured toward him. “Peter, this is Robert Robertson—your dispatcher.”
Robert turned in his chair, Twinkie still in hand. “Hey there.”
Peter smiled and offered a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Robert.”
Robert looked at the hand, then shrugged and shook it. “Same to you, Spider-Man. Hope you survive the week.”
Before Peter could respond, another voice piped up. “Hey! Don’t I get an introduction too?”
Blonde Blazer chuckled. “Peter, this is Chase. The only reason he looks old is because of his powers.”
Chase wagged a finger. “Exactly. It’s energy aging. Totally different.”
Peter laughed, shaking his hand. “Regardless, it’s nice to meet you, sir.”
“‘Sir’ makes me feel older,” Chase muttered, but smiled anyway.
“Now,” Blonde Blazer said, “let’s introduce you to the team.”
“Oh boy,” Peter muttered under his breath. “I can already feel my sanity slipping away.”
Blonde Blazer grinned. “You’ll be fine.”
Moments Later…
They entered a large conference room. Seated around the table were eight distinct figures: Invisigal, Sonar, Malevola, Prism, Punch Up, Golem, Flambae, and Coupé.
Blonde Blazer introduced each of them by name before turning to the group. “Everyone, this is Spider-Man, also known as Peter Parker. He’s your new field leader.”
A few eyebrows rose.
Then Prism suddenly shot up from her seat, eyes sparkling. “No way! The Spider-Man?!” She squealed, ran over, and hugged him before snapping a selfie with a wide grin.
Peter froze mid-hug, smiling awkwardly. “Uh… wow. Hi. Big fan, huh?”
“Biggest!” Prism gushed.
“Prism,” Blonde Blazer warned, “please don’t post that picture to your 1.3 million followers. We need to keep his identity a secret.”
“Aww, fine,” Prism groaned, sinking back into her seat.
Invisigal leaned back in her chair, smirking. “You know, you don’t really look like Spider-Man under the mask.”
Peter quirked a brow. “Is that your way of calling me ugly?”
Invisigal gave him a slow once-over. “Not ugly. Just... unexpectedly normal.”
Sonar chuckled. “I sense some hormones rising.”
Malevola laughed. “That’s one way to put it.”
Punch Up groaned, “Are we done here? I’m starving.”
Golem rumbled in agreement. “Lunch sounds good.”
Coupé, with a sharp glare, crossed her arms. “I could kill him where he stands.”
Peter’s eyes widened. “Okay, noted.”
Flambae burst out laughing. “Chill, Coupé! Don’t scare the great Spider-Man back to New York!”
Blonde Blazer sighed. “Nobody’s killing anybody.”
Then, perfectly on cue, Robert poked his head through the doorway. “Hey, just checking—anyone dead yet?”
“Not yet,” Blonde Blazer muttered.
Peter cleared his throat, holding up a hand. “Okay, listen up, everyone. I’ve never led a team before, and I’m not here to boss anyone around. All I ask is that you give me a chance to prove myself—and I promise, I won’t steer you wrong. At least… not intentionally.”
Despite his light tone, there was something solid behind his words—something sincere.
The room went quiet.
Then Invisigal broke the silence. “That was… kind of hot.”
Peter blinked. “Robert, is she always like this?”
Robert shrugged. “Yep. She pretty much said the exact same thing to me on my first day.”
Peter groaned softly.
Blonde Blazer clapped her hands once. “All right, that’s enough chaos for now. Go grab lunch, everyone.”
The Z-Team practically stampeded out the door.
As the noise faded, Peter exhaled. “Wow. Yeah. I definitely have my hands full.”
Robert smirked. “Now you know how I feel.”
Blonde Blazer sighed but smiled. “Let’s just say your first mission’s going to be… interesting.”
Robert raised a hand. “I’m gonna go make sure they don’t destroy the cafeteria.” He headed out, leaving Peter and Blonde Blazer alone.
Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “So… I don’t exactly have a place to stay yet.”
Blonde Blazer smirked and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry. SDN’s got you covered.”
Peter sighed in relief. “Good to know. Because I was about five minutes away from calling my cab driver again.”
She laughed softly. “Welcome to the Torrance Branch, Spider-Man.”
Peter smiled, glancing toward the window where the California sun gleamed bright and blinding.
“Thanks,” he said quietly. “Feels like this might be the start of something... interesting.”
Sometime Later…
Peter followed Blonde Blazer through the warm afternoon streets of Torrance, his luggage rolling behind him. The sun gleamed against the sidewalks, and palm trees lined the streets like a postcard he’d seen a thousand times but never thought he’d live in. The walk from SDN’s Torrance Branch to his new apartment wasn’t long, maybe five minutes, but in that short time Peter found himself quietly taking it all in—the hum of distant traffic, the faint ocean breeze, and the laughter of people passing by. California really was a different world compared to the constant noise and chaos of New York.
“Here we are,” Blonde Blazer said, stopping in front of a clean, modern-looking building. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was neat and well-kept—an improvement over Peter’s creaky old place back home. She handed him a key attached to a small silver SDN tag and smiled. “Your new headquarters away from headquarters.”
Peter grinned and took the key. “Guess I get the honors.” He unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing his new apartment.
Inside, the space was modest but comfortable—a living room with a couch, a small TV stand, a kitchenette tucked into one corner, and a single bedroom down the hall. The afternoon sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating everything in a warm glow. Peter stepped inside and turned a slow circle, taking it all in.
“Well,” he said, “it’s about the size of my old apartment back in New York.”
Blonde Blazer folded her arms, smirking playfully. “Is that a compliment or a complaint?”
Peter chuckled. “A compliment. I was half-expecting a broom closet, to be honest. This is… really nice. Especially since SDN’s footing the bill.”
She smiled, pleased. “Good. We try to take care of our heroes.”
Peter’s expression softened, sincerity replacing his joking tone. “Thanks, really. For all your help. I don’t think I’ve said that enough today.”
“You’re welcome,” she said warmly. “Just part of the job.”
A comfortable silence lingered between them for a moment. Then Blonde Blazer glanced at her phone, noticing the time. “I’ll let you get settled in. Your first official day’s tomorrow, and trust me, you’re going to want your rest.”
Peter nodded. “Oh, don’t worry—I plan on sleeping like a log tonight. First day jitters and all that.”
She chuckled lightly and started toward the door. “You’ll be fine, Parker.”
Just before she could leave, Peter called out, “Hey, uh—Blonde Blazer?”
She turned, curious. “Yeah?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, that familiar nervous grin creeping onto his face. “You’ve done a lot for me already, and I kinda feel like I should repay you somehow. So… how about dinner? My treat.”
For a second, her smile faltered. Her eyes widened just slightly—not out of offense, but surprise. There was an awkward beat of silence before she spoke, her voice softer. “Peter… I really appreciate that, but—” she hesitated, then offered an apologetic half-smile, “—I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend.”
Peter froze mid-smile. “Oh. Oh! Right! Of course you do,” he said, rubbing his neck even harder now. “Sorry, I didn’t—uh—yeah, didn’t mean to make it weird.”
She shook her head quickly. “You didn’t. Really. It’s totally fine. You didn’t know.”
“Still,” he muttered sheepishly. “Guess I should stick to thanking people with words instead of… dinner invitations.”
That earned a small laugh from her, genuine and kind. “You’re fine, Peter. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”
“Yeah,” he said, smiling despite himself. “See you then.”
She waved and stepped out, the door closing softly behind her.
Peter stood there for a moment, eyes on the door, before letting out a long sigh. “Smooth, Parker,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Real smooth.”
He dropped his bags, glanced around the apartment again, and exhaled. “Welcome to California, Spider-Man.”
A Moment Later…
Outside, in the hallway, Blonde Blazer leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment. The faint hum of the building filled the silence, but her mind was elsewhere—not on Peter’s awkward invitation, but on the flicker of guilt that came with it.
BUZZ!
She reached into her pocket when her phone buzzed, pulling it out to see a text lighting up the screen.
Phenomaman: I cannot wait for our date in Tokyo tonight!
Her thumb hovered over the screen. After a pause, she typed a reply.
Blonde Blazer: Can’t wait either.
She stared at the message for several seconds before hitting send. As the text delivered, she sighed quietly—not from annoyance, but something heavier. She slipped her phone back into her pocket, pinched the bridge of her nose, and whispered under her breath, “Get it together, Mandy.”
After a moment, she straightened herself, exhaled slowly, and began walking toward the exit, the distant California traffic echoing outside the building.
And with that, she left—her boots clicking against the floor until the sound faded away, leaving behind only the soft hum of the hallway and the faint sound of Peter unpacking inside his new home.
END OF CHAPTER 1: WELCOME TO CALIFORNIA
BGM: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Ending Credits
Sonar: I sense some unhappiness in Blonde Blazer’s relationship.
Invisigal: Gee, ya don’t say?
Sonar: I am a Harvard graduate, so I’m able to pick up on these things.
Chase: Why don’t you ever shut up about being a Harvard graduate?
Malevola: Oh brother…
Prism: Listen! If y’all are gonna fight, let me know. I need to record it on my live!
Peter: What did I just walk into?
Coupé: Your demise.
Blonde Blazer: Hey! I said no killing!
Robert: They won’t kill him physically, but they’ll kill him mentally. Speaking from experience.
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Chapter 2: Trust the Process
Notes:
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Tokyo
BGM: Tomoko Aran - Midnight Pretenders
Phenomaman soared through the glowing Tokyo night, the wind cutting across his suit as he carried Blonde Blazer in his arms. The neon lights below shimmered across his cape, and the entire city seemed to stop and look up. Tokyo loved its heroes, especially ones as showy as Phenomaman.
“Ah, behold, Blonde Blazer!” he declared proudly as he descended toward the street, his booming, regal voice commanding attention even above the city noise. “The Land of the Rising Sun greets us with open arms once again!”
When they landed on the marble walkway outside a high-end sushi restaurant, cameras immediately began flashing from every direction. Paparazzi, reporters, and excited fans crowded the sidewalks. Some shouted Phenomaman’s name; others yelled “Blonde Blazer!” as phones lifted into the air like a sea of lights.
Phenomaman basked in it. “Aha! Do you hear that, my love? The symphony of adoration! Truly, the people of this planet have the finest taste!” He waved broadly, beaming as he signed an autograph mid-step.
Blonde Blazer, shielding her eyes with a hand, muttered under her breath, “Yeah, I can definitely hear it…” Her voice was calm, but there was a hint of exasperation there. She wasn’t new to the spotlight—far from it—but tonight, she simply wasn’t in the mood.
Once they finally stepped through the restaurant doors, the noise outside vanished like someone flipped a switch. The quiet interior was almost eerie. Blonde Blazer looked around and raised an eyebrow—every table was empty. Not a single other customer in sight.
“Uh… where is everybody?” she asked, crossing her arms.
Phenomaman, proud as ever, lifted his chin. “Worry not, Blonde Blazer! We are the honored guests this eve. The owner insisted upon our exclusive presence, in exchange for our noble endorsement of his fine cuisine. It is but a small token of gratitude for our service!”
She blinked, unimpressed. “So… we get the whole restaurant to ourselves just because we’re heroes.”
“Indeed!” he replied, his tone so grand that it echoed faintly. “A fitting gesture, if I do say so myself.”
She didn’t respond, but her faint sigh said everything she felt about the arrangement.
Moments later, a line of waiters arrived, their hands full with elaborately arranged sushi platters and a variety of expensive-looking drinks. They placed everything before the two heroes with polite bows.
Phenomaman nodded graciously. “Thank you, my friends! That will be all.”
As the waiters left, he immediately dove in, grabbing his chopsticks and devouring one of the rolls with the enthusiasm of a hero celebrating victory. “Phenomenal!” he exclaimed between bites.
Across the table, Blonde Blazer hadn’t touched her food. She sat quietly, staring down at the arrangement as her thoughts wandered. The silence lingered, heavy enough that even Phenomaman eventually noticed the lack of clinking chopsticks from her side.
He paused mid-bite, turning toward her. “Is something wrong, Blonde Blazer?”
She drew in a quiet breath, then exhaled, still not looking up. “Where do you see us in five years?”
The question made him blink, genuinely caught off guard. “In five years?” he repeated, then chuckled heartily. “Why, our future is clear as the morning sun! I shall continue to devote my every waking hour to the protection of the weak, and you, Blonde Blazer, shall remain ever at my side!”
Blonde Blazer just nodded slowly, her gaze distant. He smiled proudly at his answer, completely missing the uncertainty behind her silence.
After a long pause, she asked again—her voice softer this time. “Do you ever… think about settling down? Y’know, living a more normal life someday?”
Phenomaman waved a hand dismissively, already reaching for another plate. “Ha! A life without valor, without glory? Never! The world will always need us. And besides, what could be more normal than heroism itself?”
Her lips parted slightly, as if to say something more, but she stopped herself. She looked at him for a moment, watching as he resumed eating happily. Then, with quiet resolve, she asked her final question.
“Who do you see when you look at me?” she said softly. “Blonde Blazer… or Mandy?”
He turned his head, chewing thoughtfully for a moment. “Why, Blonde Blazer, of course!” he said proudly, completely missing the weight of the question. “Why ever would I see you as anyone else?”
Her eyes lowered. “...Yeah,” she whispered. “Why would you?”
He went back to eating, blissfully unaware that his words hit deeper than he knew. Blonde Blazer, or in this case, Mandy, sat there in silence, staring down at the food that had lost its flavor before she ever took a bite.
Los Angeles
Peter’s Apartment
Morning sunlight flooded through the blinds of Peter’s LA apartment, and his alarm clock buzzed.
BUZZ!
“Ugh…” Peter groaned, his hand fumbling until he finally shut it off. He blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, and sat up. “Okay,” he muttered, stretching with a small yawn. “Brand new day. New team. New chaos. Let’s do this.”
He threw on his Spider-Man suit, then stood in front of the bathroom mirror. For a second, he just looked at his reflection—the familiar red and blue. The mask he’s worn through grief, triumph, and everything between. He took a deep breath, then smiled faintly as he pulled out his phone and began playing a song from the West Coast playlist Miles sent him.
BGM Change: Destiny Rogers - West Like ft. Kalan.FrFr
“Alright, LA… show me what you got.”
Opening the window, he crawled out, pulled it shut behind him, and launched himself into the morning sky.
For the first time ever, Spider-Man swung across the Los Angeles skyline. The people below—tourists, joggers, office workers—stopped and stared, many pulling out their phones.
“Hey, that’s Spider-Man!” someone shouted.
Another yelled, “What’s he doing in LA?!”
Peter waved mid-swing, calling out cheerfully, “Hello, pedestrians!”
Laughter and cheers followed him through the air as he made his way toward the SDN Torrance Branch, the California sun glinting off his suit.
SDN
Inside the SDN building, Peter did something that felt completely foreign to him: he took the elevator.
Standing awkwardly in the corner, he glanced at the mirrored walls. A few SDN employees stood beside him, whispering quietly to each other.
One of them—a short man with coffee in hand—finally asked, “So, uh… does that suit ever get uncomfortable?”
Peter turned to him and shrugged. “It can get kinda itchy. And, uh, it rides up in the crotch a little bit too.”
The man blinked. “Oh.”
The rest of the ride was painfully quiet until the doors opened, allowing everyone to exit.
Peter wandered into the cafeteria next, realizing he hadn’t eaten anything yet. He scanned the breakfast bar—pancakes, eggs, coffee—but before he could grab a tray, he suddenly felt a sharp smack on his butt.
SMACK!
He jumped, spinning around. “Hey! What the—?!”
No one there.
Then, deciding to become visible—Invisigal appeared, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
“Oh, very funny,” Peter said dryly, yet he was slightly amused. “Pretty sure that’s an HR violation.”
She crossed her arms with a grin. “Relax, Web-Head. You’ll live.”
Then, casually, she pulled out an inhaler, took a puff, and tucked it away again.
Peter blinked. “Huh. Wasn’t expecting that.”
“What?” she said defensively. “You look like you’ve never seen an asthmatic person before.”
He raised his hands. “No, no! It’s not that. I just… gotta make sure you’re okay out there. Field leader’s responsibility and all.”
That caught her off guard. Her expression softened—but only for a moment. She rolled her eyes and turned away. “I can take care of myself, Parker.”
Before he could say anything else, she walked off.
Peter exhaled, shaking his head, but from behind him, a hand patted his shoulder.
Robert, coffee in hand, smirked. “Visi’s definitely… complicated.”
Peter chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. But I guess that goes for the whole team, huh?”
Robert took a sip, then looked toward the cafeteria doors where the rest of the Z-Team were starting to gather. “You’re right, but they’ve got potential. Our job’s to make them see it.”
Peter looked at him, nodded slowly, and smiled. “Then let’s make it happen.”
SDN Locker Room
The locker room of the SDN Torrance Branch buzzed with noise and energy—half chatter, half the clanking of armor and zippers. The Z-Team was scattered around, each member doing their own thing: Punch Up was busy throwing air punches; Flambae was admiring himself in the mirror; and Golem was… just chilling.
Sonar broke the semi-chaotic peace by saying loudly, “Can we talk about the political and economic state of the world?”
A wave of collective groans filled the room.
“Don’t start this again, man,” Prism said, rolling her eyes.
“I’m merely asking a question,” Sonar replied in his usual overly articulate tone.
“Yeah, and nobody cares about your ‘thought-provoking’ questions,” Flambae fired back, flames flickering faintly around his hands.
“I care,” Malevola said suddenly, raising a finger like she was in a classroom. The others turned to her, surprised, before she added dryly, “…sometimes.”
Punch Up groaned. “You people are exhausting. Where’s Spider-Man? He’s supposed to be here by now.”
“If he’s smart, he ran away,” Coupé said flatly, looking at one of her knives.
Invisigal smirked as she leaned back on a bench. “Alright, bets. How long till the new guy breaks?”
Golem rumbled, “I’ll give him a week.”
Malevola smirked. “I’ll give him eleven minutes.”
“Wow,” came a familiar voice from the doorway. “I’m hurt that you guys think so little of me.”
All heads turned to see Peter—still fully suited up as Spider-Man—walking in with his usual easy confidence.
Prism grinned brightly, pointing at him. “There goes my boo, y’all!”
Peter sighed but chuckled. “Let’s try to stay focused, yeah?”
Flambae crossed his arms. “About time you showed up.”
“Hey, I had to use the bathroom,” Peter defended himself. “You ever try getting out of one of these suits? It’s like solving a Rubik’s cube with your elbows.”
The team laughed—well, most of them. Invisigal was grinning a little too mischievously.
Peter pointed right at her. “No. Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”
“I didn’t even say anything!” she said in mock innocence, raising her hands.
“Exactly,” Punch Up said. “That’s a first.”
Before it could spiral into full-on chaos, Robert’s voice crackled through their comms. “Alright, Z-Team, I’ve got your first call of the day.”
Golem sighed. “Hit us, boss.”
Robert replied dryly, “Someone needs help getting their cat out of a tree. A few blocks from HQ.”
A long silence filled the room.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Sonar said finally, sighing.
Peter laughed. “You’d be surprised how often this kind of thing happens back home.”
Robert continued, “I’m not kidding. And hey, this could be good practice.”
Peter nodded. “When it comes to being a hero, it’s the simple things that matter most.”
Malevola squinted. “What book did you get that from?”
“No book,” Peter said, tapping his head. “Just pure brain power.”
Coupé groaned. “If we’re wasting our time on cats now, I’m out.”
“You’re not,” Robert said. “Orders are orders. Handle this, or you’re off the team.”
That did it. A synchronized groan echoed through the locker room.
“Fine,” Invisigal muttered. “Let’s go save Mr. Whiskers.”
But before they could head out, Peter clapped his hands together. “How about we make it fun? Last one to the tree buys pizza tonight.”
That got everyone’s attention. Prism grinned. “Oh, now it’s serious.”
Robert chuckled through the comms. “Didn’t think that’d work.”
Invisigal replied, half-serious, “You mention pizza, everything’s life or death now.”
A Few Blocks Away…
The scene was almost cartoonish.
A tall oak tree, a terrified cat perched at the top, and a small girl below holding a “Help Mr. Snuffles!” sign she’d drawn herself in crayon.
Spider-Man and the Z-Team arrived—all except Golem, who lumbered onto the scene a solid thirty seconds late.
Flambae smirked, “Looks like pizza’s on you, Golem.”
“Shut up,” Golem grumbled.
Peter crouched beside the little girl, smiling warmly. “Don’t worry, kiddo. We’ll get your cat down in no time.”
“Thank you, Spider-Man!” she said, clapping her hands.
From his seat back at SDN, Robert muttered to himself with amusement, “Oh, this is gonna be good.”
Flambae stepped forward, flames crackling around him. “I got this.”
Peter immediately pointed. “No fire. We’re saving a cat, not making barbecue.”
Flambae sighed dramatically, extinguishing his flames. “Fine.” He floated up toward the cat, reaching out carefully. “Here, kitty, kitty. I’m not going to burn you—AH!”
SMACK!
The cat smacked him square across the face, sending him plummeting straight into the ground with a loud thud.
Everyone stared, wide-eyed.
The little girl winced. “Oh, I forgot to say… Mr. Snuffles has superpowers.”
Robert burst out laughing through the comms. “Now that's priceless.”
Then, Sonar and Coupé both spread their wings.
“I’ll handle it,” Sonar said.
“Not without me,” Coupé replied, and the two shot into the air…
CRASH!
Only to immediately crash into each other mid-flight and tumble down like two broken kites.
Peter blinked. “What… what am I looking at right now?”
Before he could process it, Invisigal and Punch Up started climbing the tree from opposite sides.
“Watch where you’re going!” Invisigal snapped.
“You’re the one that should watch where you’re going!” Punch Up shot back.
Their argument cost them their balance—both slipped. Punch Up hit the dirt, but before Invisigal could do the same, Peter swung up, caught her mid-fall, and set her down safely.
“Gotchya,” he said with a grin.
Invisigal blinked, cheeks faintly pink before she groaned. “You’re way too proud of yourself.”
Punch Up groaned from the ground. “Nice. Guess I wasn’t worth saving, huh?”
Peter sighed. “It all happened so fast.”
“Yeah, sure,” Punch Up muttered.
Peter turned to Golem. “You wanna give it a shot, big guy?”
Golem shook his head. “Pretty sure I’d just break the tree.”
Finally, Prism decided to take charge. She created glowing steps of light and climbed them gracefully toward the cat. “Alright, Mr. Snuffles, eyes on the prism lady…”
The cat cautiously moved toward her—until the branch gave out under its paw. The cat fell—but before Peter could shoot a web, Malevola extended her arms and caught it effortlessly.
“I got him,” she said with a sly smirk, gently setting the cat down. The little girl ran over, hugging both the cat and Malevola.
“Thank you!” exclaimed the little girl, and she would proceed to hug everyone else. The rest of the team awkwardly stood, unsure how to handle the heartfelt affection until she finally left with her cat.
BGM: Dr. Dre - Xxplosive Instrumental
Robert’s voice came in, teasing. “Well, that was adorable.”
Invisigal groaned. “Yeah, if you ignore the part where half the team face-planted.”
Robert chuckled dryly. “Honestly, the bar was low. I’m just glad you didn’t kill the cat.”
Peter laughed softly. “See? Feels kinda good, right? Doing something simple but making someone’s day.”
Golem nodded. “Yeah, weirdly enough… it does. And I didn’t even move.”
Sonar shrugged. “Guess it’s… nice.”
Peter smiled. “Not every mission ends with applause. But doing the right thing—that’s what matters.”
The team took it in, even if some were pretending not to.
Then Malevola smirked. “Pretty sure I deserve an extra slice of pizza for the save.”
Prism scoffed. “Please. If it weren’t for me, that cat wouldn’t have even moved.”
“Oh, so you’re welcome?” Malevola replied.
Before it devolved again, Robert interrupted, chuckling. “Alright, you pizza philosophers—save the argument for dinner. Another call just came in. Let’s roll out.”
Invisigal raised a brow. “Was that a Transformers reference?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny,” Robert said.
Peter grinned under his mask. “Alright, Z-Team. Let’s get back to work.”
SDN
Hours Later…
BGM: Kingdom Hearts II - Lazy Afternoons
After a long day of juggling chaotic, overly complicated, and sometimes downright bizarre distress calls, Peter and the Z-Team finally wrapped up their shift. The sun outside the SDN Torrance Branch had dipped low, casting amber hues across the metallic windows as the heroes filed back into HQ, all equally ready to call it a day.
As everyone began to drift off to their own corners of the building—some to unwind, others to train, or just stare blankly into the void—Peter made his way toward the Dispatch floor. The hum of quiet chatter and the rhythmic clacking of keyboards greeted him as he entered. There, near the end of the room, he spotted Robert removing his headset, rubbing the back of his neck after what must’ve been a dozen straight hours of listening to chaos unfold through an earpiece.
Peter approached—but before he could even greet him, his attention was stolen by the sight of a small, cute dog lying at Robert’s feet.
“Oh my God, who’s this little guy?” Peter grinned, immediately crouching down to scratch behind the pup’s ears. The dog wagged his tail enthusiastically, leaning into Peter’s hand.
Robert turned in his chair, his usual composed face softening with a small smile. “That would be Beef,” he said warmly. “Figured I’d bring him along today. I always feel bad leaving him at home while I’m here for twelve hours.”
Peter gasped dramatically. “Robert, I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake. You have to bring him every day now. He’s already cut my stress in half just by existing.”
From the desk next to Robert’s, Chase leaned back in his chair and raised a finger. “Told him the same thing, Peter. Beef’s emotional support for all of us.”
The three men shared a laugh, Beef barking once as if to agree.
But before they could continue, a familiar, confident voice called out behind them.
“Glad to see morale’s high,” Blonde Blazer said as she approached, her tone light but with that unmistakable authority. She bent down for a quick pat on Beef’s head before straightening and looking between Peter and Robert. “You two—come with me to my office, please.”
Peter raised an eyebrow, feigning worry. “We’re not in trouble, are we? Because if this is about me accidentally breaking that drone on the last call, I’d like to plead the fifth.”
Blonde Blazer chuckled softly and shook her head. “Relax, Peter. You’re not in trouble.”
Peter let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Oh good, because I was ready to blame Robert.”
Robert smirked and stood, adjusting his jacket. “You’d be surprised how often I get blamed for things I didn’t do.” He then turned to Chase, nodding toward Beef. “Keep an eye on him for me, yeah?”
Chase saluted with a grin. “Wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.”
Moments Later…
Robert and Peter followed Blonde Blazer through the halls and into her office. It was spacious, neat, and filled with the faint scent of coffee and lavender. As the door closed behind them, Blonde Blazer gestured to the two seats opposite her desk.
“So,” she began, clasping her hands together, “Peter—how was your first day?”
Peter let out a long breath before responding. “Honestly? Being the field leader for the Z-Team is already one of my toughest gigs. I’d describe today as…” he thought for a second, then smirked, “a ‘mission failed successfully’ situation.”
That earned a laugh from both Blonde Blazer and Robert.
“I’m stealing that,” Robert said, giving Peter a nudge.
“Go ahead,” Peter replied, grinning. “Just remember to pay me royalties in the form of coffee.”
After the laughter faded, Blonde Blazer leaned back slightly, her expression softening. “Anyone on the team stand out to you today?”
Peter paused. “That’s… a hard one. For better or worse, everyone stood out in their own chaotic way. It’s kind of impressive, actually.”
Blonde Blazer nodded knowingly. “That’s the Z-Team for you.”
Then, turning to Robert, she asked, “And how was it working with our newest recruit?”
Robert chuckled. “Compared to everyone else? Working with Peter’s a breath of fresh air. Calm, capable, and only slightly sarcastic.”
Blonde Blazer smiled at that. “I hope it stays that way.”
Robert raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“I just mean,” she said carefully, “that when the Z-Team eventually faces a dangerous mission, I hope there won’t be a power struggle between the two of you. Leadership clashes can happen without warning.”
Peter blinked, then waved the notion off. “Nah, we’re good. I think we’ve already got a good balance.”
Robert nodded in agreement. “We might give different orders here and there, but it’s all in the name of getting the job done. No ego, no power struggle.”
Blonde Blazer looked at them both, her expression unreadable for a moment. “I hope you’re right.”
But as she said that, her eyes grew distant—her mind drifting back to Tokyo. The memory of her date with Phenomaman tugged faintly at her heart, and the smile she wore slowly faded. Peter noticed first, his head tilting slightly.
“Hey, uh… are you okay?” he asked gently.
“I’m fine,” she replied quickly. Too quickly.
Robert crossed his arms. “That’s a lie.”
She sighed, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again. “Really, it’s nothing you two need to worry about.”
“You’re the boss,” Robert said, his tone softening, “so yeah, we are going to worry about you. And besides… you’re a friend.”
Her expression softened at that.
Peter raised a hand slightly, grinning. “I was gonna say the same thing, but I don’t know if I’ve reached ‘friend status’ yet.”
That earned a chuckle from both Robert and Blonde Blazer.
Robert shrugged. “You’re better company than most of the people I’ve been friends with.”
Blonde Blazer nodded. “I’ll second that.”
Peter grinned. “I’ll take it.”
The warmth in the room lasted only a moment before Blonde Blazer’s expression fell again. Her fingers tapped lightly on her desk as she hesitated, clearly debating something. Finally, she spoke up.
“I don’t know what to do… about my relationship,” she admitted, her voice quieter now.
Peter and Robert exchanged a quick look.
Robert leaned forward slightly. “Then I’ll start with an easy question. Are you happy?”
The silence that followed was heavy. Blonde Blazer stared at her desk for several seconds before inhaling deeply and answering softly, “No. I’m not.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck, thoughtful. “Look… I’m definitely not some love doctor or anything,” he said with a small, sympathetic smile, “but if you’re truly unhappy, maybe it’s time to make a change. You can’t pour from an empty cup, right?”
Blonde Blazer looked at him, and though her eyes were tired, there was a flicker of clarity there. She nodded, forming a faint smile. “You’re right. Thank you, both of you.”
“Anytime,” Robert said simply.
With that, the meeting came to a natural end. Peter and Robert rose from their seats and left the office, leaving Blonde Blazer alone in the quiet. For a long moment, she just sat there, staring at her phone. Her thumb hovered above the screen before she finally began typing:
“We need to talk.”
After a long pause, she hit send.
Meanwhile, down the hall, Peter and Robert were walking side by side—until two invisible arms suddenly hooked around their shoulders. Both men tensed up instinctively.
Then Invisigal appeared between them, wearing her signature mischievous smirk. “Well, well, well. Didn’t know you two moonlighted as love doctors.”
Peter and Robert’s eyes widened.
“Wait,” Robert said, narrowing his eyes. “You listened to that conversation?”
Invisigal gave an exaggerated shrug, winking. “Maybe I did. Maybe I only heard the end. The world may never know.”
Peter chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re nothing but trouble.”
“Exactly,” she said proudly, flashing a grin as the trio continued down the hallway together—Robert muttering under his breath, Peter smiling despite himself, and Invisigal looking far too pleased with herself.
END OF CHAPTER 2: TRUST THE PROCESS
BGM: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Ending Credits
Malevola: Where’s Golem? He’s supposed to bring the pizza!
Golem: I got it, I got it. Sheesh. You guys want pineapple on the pizza?
Prism: Boy, have you lost yo mind, ‘cause I’ll help ya find it!
Sonar: Actually… I wouldn’t be opposed.
Flambae: Ugh, this is already a disaster.
Coupé: I’m surrounded by idiots.
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Chapter 3: Pizza Time
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SDN
Peter, Robert, and Invisigal continued down the hall, but while doing so, a booming voice carried toward them from up ahead.
“Greetings, my friends!” Phenomaman called, striding past them with the regal energy of someone who believed the wind should part for him. His cape billowed behind him despite there being no draft.
The trio stopped mid-step, watching him pass like they had just witnessed a comet.
Peter blinked. “…Okay. Uh—who was that?”
Invisigal’s head snapped toward him, brow raised so high it nearly left her forehead. “You’re joking.”
“Nope,” Peter said, hands up defensively. “I’ve been in New York for, like, my entire life. My West Coast hero knowledge is basically… limited to the West Coast Avengers.”
Robert, in the driest tone possible, supplied the answer: “That was Phenomaman.”
Peter nodded slowly. “Right… yeah… I think I’ve heard that name. Somewhere. Maybe. In passing.”
Robert added, “He’s also Blazer’s boyfriend.”
Peter’s eyes widened instantly. “Oh.”
Invisigal smirked. “And considering the conversation you two just had with her, and the fact that he’s headed directly to her office…” She gestured dramatically. “…well, the pieces kind of fit, don’t they?”
Robert sighed, rubbing his temples.
Peter cringed. “Do you really think she’s going to break up with him right now?”
Invisigal’s grin widened. “Only one way to find out.”
Before either man could protest, Invisigal placed her hands on their arms—and with a shimmery distortion of light, all three vanished.
Robert’s voice came out quietly surprised. “You can turn other people invisible?”
“I’m just cool like that,” Invisigal said smugly.
Peter, on the other hand, knew exactly where this was going and did not approve. “Look, I really don’t think invading Blonde Blazer’s privacy during a possible breakup is the best idea—”
Invisigal waved him off. “Relax. I invade everyone’s privacy. It’s practically a hobby.”
And with that, she tightened her grip and dragged them silently after Phenomaman.
Robert sighed with the weight of someone who regretted every life decision that led him to this moment. “I’m going to regret this so much…”
By the time they reached Blonde Blazer’s office, Phenomaman was already inside. Invisigal slipped them through the doorway, still invisible, and the three of them stood quietly in the corner like nosy ghosts.
Phenomaman stepped closer to Blonde Blazer’s desk, his booming voice unusually gentle. “Blonde Blazer, I received your text message. Tell me—what do you wish to discuss?”
Blonde Blazer sat still for a long moment. Her lips parted, closed, then parted again. She took a slow breath, bracing herself.
“I… want to talk about our relationship.”
Phenomaman’s expression shifted to mild curiosity—but not yet concern.
Blonde Blazer continued, her voice soft but steady. “You’re a good guy. A phenomenal hero—literally. But after our date in Tokyo… I realized we want different things out of life. And that we aren’t the best fit.”
Phenomaman blinked, clearly processing. “What are you trying to say, Blonde Blazer?”
A heavy beat of silence.
Blonde Blazer exhaled, then finally said it.
“I’m sorry… but I’m breaking up with you.”
The words hit him like a hammer blow to the chest.
Phenomaman stared at her, stunned—his usual joviality absent, his voice gone. His shoulders lowered. His head bowed.
Without a word, he turned and walked out of the office, cape trailing behind him like a wilted banner. The trio watched as he disappeared down the hall, head hanging low.
Blonde Blazer stared after him, guilt flickering across her expression. She sighed, rubbing her forehead.
BGM: The Amazing Spider-Man - Playing Basketball
“…Wow,” a teasing voice said.
Blonde Blazer jumped slightly as Invisigal let the invisibility drop, revealing the three of them standing there in full view.
“I didn’t know you were such a heartbreaker, Blazer,” Invisigal stated, smirking.
Blonde Blazer’s eyes widened in disbelief—and simmering annoyance. “You guys did not just—”
“Her idea,” Robert said immediately, pointing at Invisigal like she was a criminal in a lineup.
Invisigal grinned proudly, giving a little finger-gun gesture before pulling out her inhaler and proceeding to take a puff.
Blonde Blazer shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I need a vacation.”
Peter stepped forward quickly, his tone apologetic. “We’re really sorry. Seriously. That was none of our business. Are… are you okay?”
She stayed silent for a moment, before saying, “I’m trying to figure that out. I knew I wanted to break up with him. But seeing how he reacted… that didn’t make it easy.” She sighed again. “I just… need to focus on something else for a while.”
A quiet moment lingered.
Then Peter cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh… well… the Z-Team is getting pizza tonight. You should come. Y’know. Distraction. Cheese therapy. Works wonders.”
Blonde Blazer looked at him—really looked. She didn’t answer out loud, but her eyes softened, showing consideration.
Robert chimed in, “You should come. Seriously. It’ll help.”
Invisigal added, in her usual playful tone, “Yeah, come with us. You get free food, and I get to entertain you.”
Another pause.
Then Blonde Blazer exhaled in surrender. “…Fine. I’ll come.”
Peter smiled warmly. “You won’t regret it.”
A small smile tugged at her lips in return.
The four of them exited the office together, heading back to the Dispatcher floor. Chase was still at his desk, Beef curled contentedly in his lap.
Robert called out, “Hey, Chase—we’re grabbing pizza. You coming?”
Chase raised an eyebrow. “Is it already paid for?”
Robert smirked. “Golem’s getting it.”
Chase immediately stood up with Beef in his arms. “Then I’m in.”
Beef barked and licked Chase’s cheek, causing Peter, Invisigal, Blonde Blazer, and Robert to smile.
Together, the group headed toward the exit of SDN—united, tired, hungry, and ready for an evening of much-needed downtime.
Pizza Joint
BGM: Ice Cube - You Know How We Do It
Night settled comfortably over Los Angeles, casting warm neon glows over sidewalks and storefronts. At a local pizza joint with metal tables set up outside, most of the Z-Team—Sonar, Prism, Malevola, Punch Up, Flambae, Golem, and Coupé—were already halfway through two large pizzas, the boxes precariously balanced between them.
For once, the chaos of the team was dialed down to a manageable hum.
Which is exactly when Sonar opened his mouth.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, pointing a slice of Hawaiian pizza skyward as if making an announcement. “I think I’m gonna become a YouTuber.”
Flambae groaned, not even looking at him. “Please don’t. Literally no one would watch your YouTube videos.”
Malevola rolled her eyes. “Stop being a dream crusher.”
Punch Up rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Actually… I’ve kinda been thinking of starting a YouTube channel too.”
Coupé blinked. “And what would you upload?”
Punch Up shrugged. “Haven’t figured that part out yet.”
Golem grinned widely. “If you guys actually make channels, I’ll subscribe.”
Sonar pointed dramatically at him. “See? Real bro alert.”
Golem puffed up proudly. “I’m the realest bro there is, bruh.”
Prism took a sip of her soda, shaking her head with an amused smile. “Somehow, I’m kinda interested and terrified at the type of content you two would upload.”
That earned a burst of laughter from the team.
Before the conversation could derail further, Robert, Peter, Blonde Blazer, Invisigal, Chase, and Beef appeared, walking toward the table.
Robert lifted a hand. “Hope you saved us some pizza.”
Golem tapped one of the untouched boxes. “Got enough for everyone, boss.”
The Z-Team nodded—until they noticed the unexpected guests.
Prism pointed at Blonde Blazer dramatically. “Uh oh! The Boss Lady is here! Everyone, activate your corporate voices!”
The table cracked up. Blonde Blazer shook her head with a tired but genuine smile. “Just because I’m here doesn’t mean you can’t talk like yourselves.”
Flambae then stared flatly at Chase. “Why are you here?”
Chase put a hand to his chest. “That’s a stupid question. I’m here for the free pizza, you dumb motherfu—!”
“Language!” Peter cut in quickly.
Chase groaned. “Oh, come on—”
Invisigal smirked at Peter. “Language? Really?”
Peter smirked right back. “Hey, I picked it up from my good friend Captain America.”
The group found their seats. Beef trotted straight to Coupé, who froze like she’d been handed a baby she never asked for.
“…Why are you here?” Coupé muttered at the dog.
Beef wagged his tail and barked.
Coupé sighed heavily. “…Fine. I guess you’re kind of cute.”
She petted him with the air of someone making a deeply reluctant compromise.
Robert sat between Blonde Blazer and Invisigal, with Chase on the outer end. Then, Malevola scooted over, patting the seat beside her as she looked at Peter.
“Sit here, babes,” she said with a smirk.
Peter chuckled. “Thanks,” he said as he sat.
Malevola winked, brushing off his gratitude like it was expected.
Peter reached for a pepperoni slice, took a bite, and nodded approvingly.
Prism nudged him. “So? How does New York pizza compare to LA pizza?”
Peter grinned. “The New Yorker in me will always choose New York pizza… but this is pretty good. A strong first bite.”
The group approved with cheers and clinks of soda bottles.
After a moment of calm chewing, Invisigal wiped her fingers and looked directly at Peter.
“I’ve got a question.”
Peter looked up. “Shoot.”
Invisigal didn’t hesitate. “How’d you become Spider-Man?”
Peter nodded, took another bite, then answered casually, “Radioactive spider bite. Fifteen years old. Instant powers. Boom.”
The Z-Team nodded, already familiar with the general weirdness levels of superhero origins.
But Invisigal shook her head. “No. That’s not what I meant.”
Peter paused. “…What do you mean?”
Invisigal set her pizza down, wanting to clarify. “I’m not asking how you got your powers. I’m asking what made you decide to use them. Why become Spider-Man at all?”
The shift in Peter’s expression was instant. Surprise first… then that flicker of sadness.
Sonar slowly raised his soda. “Yeah, I’m calling it. Definitely something tragic.”
Punch Up nodded. “Tragic for sure.”
Golem winced. “Maybe this isn’t the best time for trauma dumping?”
Coupé leaned forward. “Or maybe he has something worthwhile to say.”
But Peter didn’t speak.
Instead, he inhaled deeply, eyes lowering… then he quietly apologized and stood up.
Before anyone could react, he slid his mask on, fired a webline, and swung into the night sky.
THWIP!
Chase stared after him. “Great job, Invisigal. Really stellar question timing.”
Invisigal huffed. “What? I just want to know why he does what he does.”
Robert and Blonde Blazer both called out, “Peter!”
But he was already gone, disappearing above the rooftops.
Blonde Blazer rose immediately, her expression tightening. “I’m going after him.”
Without waiting for a response, she lifted into the air and shot upward.
Sometime Later…
Blonde Blazer searched rooftop after rooftop until finally—there.
A lone figure perched on the edge of a tall building.
She landed softly behind him. “…Peter? You okay?”
He didn’t turn. “Hey,” he said quietly. “And yeah, I’m okay.”
Blonde Blazer walked closer, then sat beside him.
Peter let the silence sit before speaking again. “Sorry I swung off like that.”
She shook her head gently. “You don’t have to apologize. You’re allowed to have your boundaries.”
Peter exhaled, pulling off his mask. “Something bad happened before I really became Spider-Man. And even though I know—logically—that maybe it had to happen… I still feel responsible for it. All these years later.”
Blonde Blazer looked at him, understanding the weight without knowing the details. She spoke softly. “Whenever you want to talk… whenever you need someone to listen… I’ll be there. You helped me tonight. Let me help you too.”
Peter smiled faintly. “Thanks. Really.”
Blonde Blazer smiled warmly. “You’re welcome.”
They looked out over the city together, a gentle quiet settling over them.
After a while, Blonde Blazer chuckled. “I don’t share my origin story either. I almost told Robert once after a night at the bar.”
Peter laughed. “You must’ve been really drunk.”
She snorted. “Actually, alcohol barely affects me. Perks of the powers. But not drunk enough to spill that story.”
Peter grinned. “Remind me to never have a drinking competition with you.”
“I’ll be sure to remind you,” Blonde Blazer replied, grinning back.
A beat passed.
“…You ready to go back?” she asked.
Peter nodded and pulled his mask on. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
THWIP!
She flew beside him as he swung back toward the pizza joint.
Moments Later…
Peter flipped through the air and landed neatly beside the table, Blonde Blazer touching down moments later.
Robert jumped to his feet. “You alright, Peter?”
Peter removed his mask and smiled gently. “Yeah, I am. Don’t worry.”
Robert exhaled. “Good.”
Prism crossed her arms. “Alright, y’all—no more origin story questions. I don’t want my boo swinging off into the night again.”
Peter chuckled. “Promise I’m staying put.”
Flambae groaned. “Great, now we have rules.”
Golem tapped the pizza box. “Less talking, more eating before this gets cold.”
Malevola nodded. “Agreed.”
The Z-Team returned to eating, chatting, and bickering like usual—but Invisigal watched Peter carefully, her expression unusually thoughtful.
SDN
BGM: Persona 5 - Beneath the Mask Instrumental
It was now the next day, sunlight pouring through the tall SDN windows as Peter made his way down the hall. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, mentally preparing himself for what would be his second official shift with the Z-Team.
He rolled his shoulders a bit, muttering to himself, “Okay, Peter. Day two. You survived day one. You can survive anything.”
But as he was talking to himself, a voice behind him said simply, “Hey.”
Peter stopped and turned. Invisigal stood there with her hands in her pockets, her usual unfazed expression on her face.
“Oh—hey,” Peter replied. “Did you, uh, need anything?”
Invisigal nodded. “Yeah. I need to know where Robert is. Have you seen him?”
Peter shrugged. “Haven’t seen him today.”
“Okay,” she said.
And then silence.
A long, lingering, slightly awkward silence.
Invisigal sighed, eyes closing for a moment. When she opened them again, she spoke in a tone that clearly did not come naturally to her. “…Look. I’m not good at this type of thing. But—are you good? After last night?”
Peter blinked, surprised at the sincerity behind the question. “Yeah. I’m okay,” he said with a small smile. “Your question just caught me off guard. That’s all.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking.
“And… I hope someday I’ll be able to tell you and the rest of the team my full origin. I just… need the moment to be right.”
Invisigal studied him, her expression unreadable but softer than usual. “The reason I asked why you became Spider-Man wasn’t to pry,” she said. “Sometimes I wonder why I’m giving this hero thing a shot. I don’t exactly fit.”
Peter shook his head gently. “None of the Z-Team fit the typical hero mold,” he said. “But you’re all trying to be better. You’re trying to be better. And that’s what counts.”
Invisigal blinked—once, twice—caught off guard by the sincerity. She didn’t say anything, just looked at him, the gears turning.
Then Peter’s Spider-Sense tingled.
Sharp. Immediate.
SPIDER-SENSE TINGLING!
And at that same instant—
BOOM!
A loud explosion shook a room at the end of the hallway, followed by the unmistakable sound of—
“F-F-F-FIRE!”
And then another voice: “PUT IT OUT, BRUDDAH! PUT IT OUT!”
Peter and Invisigal sprinted toward the room and threw the door open.
Inside, a small inferno was blazing at the far wall—until a surge of water blasted it, hissing steam filling the room.
When the smoke cleared, Robert stood there, soaked and visibly annoyed.
“Okay,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah. Still some bugs.”
Peter and Invisigal stepped into the lab, and Peter’s eyes widened as he spotted two people he hadn’t met before.
Robert saw Peter’s confusion. “Right. Introductions. The one who just screamed ‘fire’ like a broken alarm clock is Waterboy.”
Waterboy—thin, jittery, and visibly anxious—gave a shaky smile and stuck out a trembling hand.
“H-H-Hey, Sp-Spider-Man. N-Nice to see—meet—meet you.”
Peter shook his hand warmly. “Nice to meet you too.”
“And this,” Robert continued, pointing to the large grinning guy, “is Royd.”
Royd grinned even wider after Robert introduced him. “Wassup, bruddah!?” He thrust out a fist.
Peter bumped it. “Hey, man.”
Then he turned back to Robert. “So… what exactly blew up?”
Robert opened his mouth—hesitated—and then Invisigal cut in, arms crossed.
“That explanation’s gonna have to wait. Blazer wants to see you.”
Robert blinked. “Why?”
“No idea,” she shrugged.
He let out a long, soul-drained sigh. “…Great. Okay. I’m going.”
He started to walk off—
SMACK!
But then Invisigal’s hand connected with his butt.
Robert spun around, scandalized. “...Why did you just do that?”
Invisigal smirked smugly. “Because I felt like it.”
Robert stared at her in deadpan disbelief… exhaled loudly… then walked off again.
Peter turned to Invisigal slowly. “…Do you do that to all the guys you’re attracted to?”
Invisigal raised a brow. “Who says I’m attracted to either of you?”
Royd’s laughter burst out instantly. “HR violations everywhere, bro.”
Peter snorted, Invisigal rolled her eyes, and Waterboy nervously squeaked something no one understood.
Blonde Blazer’s Office
BGM: Kingdom Hearts II - Lazy Afternoons
Robert exhaled, rubbed his face, and headed down the hall toward Blonde Blazer’s office after Invisigal said she needed to see him.
He knocked once out of habit, then pushed the door open—and froze.
Blonde Blazer stood in the middle of her office in a cobalt-blue dress, elegant and form-fitting, the back unzipped nearly to her waist.
Robert’s eyes went wide. “Oh—sorry! Sorry, I can come back, Blazer—”
“You’re fine, Robert,” she said calmly, like this was perfectly normal. “Actually, can you zip me up? And before you ask, no, this isn’t why I called you here.”
He blinked several times. “Uh—right. Sure.”
He stepped closer. Blonde Blazer turned her back to him, lifting her hair. Robert grabbed the zipper carefully and started sliding it up, trying very hard not to think too much about anything.
Unfortunately, his brain didn’t listen.
“Visi smacked my butt, and now I’m zipping up my boss’s dress. What is happening today?” Robert muttered.
“Hm?” Blonde Blazer said over her shoulder. “What’s that?”
“Nothing,” he lied instantly. “Just—uh—what’s happening today? There’s a reason you’re wearing a dress, right?”
She nodded. “SDN is sponsoring a dinner. Well… a gala, technically. It’s called Radiant Valor: A Night of Triumph.”
Robert finished zipping the dress and stepped back. “Fancy. And… done.”
She turned around. “Thank you. How do I look?”
He gave her a thumbs up, entirely sincere. “Incredible.”
Blonde Blazer smiled, though it slipped quickly into a soft sigh.
Robert frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“I was supposed to go with Phenomaman,” she admitted. “But since we’re obviously not together anymore, and the media’s already having a field day…” She shook her head. “I’m probably going to get more attention than I want.”
Robert nodded sympathetically. “Try not to let all the breakup stuff get to you. You did what was best for you.”
That earned a real smile—gentle, grateful. “I’ll try my hardest to take that advice.”
A moment passed.
Then she asked, almost too casually, “Do you think Peter would like this dress?”
Robert blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.
Then he smirked. “Why are you asking me when you could just ask Peter yourself?”
A faint blush touched her cheeks, but she crossed her arms and kept her tone level. “I was just curious.”
“Uh-huh,” Robert said, smirking wider.
She groaned under her breath and moved to her desk. “Anyway. Back on track.”
Robert followed as she retrieved a file and handed it over.
“Red Ring activity has been picking up because of Shroud,” she said. “But in several locations where Red Ring operatives have been spotted… there’s been an unfamiliar figure involved.”
Robert opened the file, eyebrow raised. “Unfamiliar how?”
“Flip to the second page.”
He did—and stopped cold.
A photograph stared back at him. A woman, stunningly beautiful, platinum blonde-white hair cascading around a black mask that sharpened her expression into something dangerous and alluring at once. The suit was sleek, dark, unmistakably stylized.
Blonde Blazer folded her arms.
“They call her…” She paused, as if the name itself came with weight.
“Black Cat.”
END OF CHAPTER 3: PIZZA TIME
BGM: The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air - Ending Credits
Peter: Oh God, please no! Why is she in LA?!
Visi: You two have history?
Peter: Uh… something like that.
Sonar: Is she single? Asking for a friend. And just to be clear, I’m the friend.
Blazer: Sonar, this isn’t the time.
Robert: Well, I already know what one of our future missions is gonna be…
Prism: We need another baddie on the team!
Notes:
Uh oh, we might be getting a new character soon! Anyway, if you enjoyed this chapter, then make sure to give this story a kudos, a comment, and a bookmark! I'll see y'all next time. Excelsior!
Chapter 4: Leadership
Notes:
My people! I'm back with another chapter, and you guys are still really supporting this story. I wanna thank everyone that's given this fic a kudos, a comment, and a bookmark! Keep on being phenomenal. I meant to post this yesterday for Dispatch Wednesday, since we won't be getting any new episodes for a while, but hey, better late than never, right? Now enjoy the chapter!
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Chapter Text
Blonde Blazer’s Office
Robert stared at the image of Black Cat, the sleek suit, the sharp mask, the almost dangerous elegance captured in one frame. Blonde Blazer gave him a moment before speaking again.
“There’s… something else I need to discuss with you.”
Robert blinked, lifting his eyes from the photo. “What else?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she drew in a breath, steady but conflicted.
“I’m thinking about cutting somebody from the Z-Team,” she said softly. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
Robert froze.
Then blinked. Once. Twice.
He set the file down.
“I… don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he admitted, carefully. “Even with all of them being at the bottom of the leaderboard.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Cutting someone could cause way more problems later.”
Blonde Blazer nodded slowly, her expression tight with uncertainty. “I know.” She sighed. “I’m just trying to figure out how to get the team to perform better.”
Robert nodded. He understood. He felt the pressure too.
“Peter should probably hear about this,” he said after a moment. “He’s our field leader.”
Blonde Blazer’s expression softened, a small smile forming. “You’re right. I guess I’m just used to talking to you about these things.”
Robert chuckled. “Well, I’m honored to be such an easy person to talk to.”
She rolled her eyes—lightly, fondly—but couldn’t hide her smile. “Get out of my office so you can go get Peter.”
“Going,” Robert said as he turned toward the door.
But as he walked down the hall, someone else had already been listening.
Invisigal, fully invisible, stood pressed against the wall. She didn’t move until Robert was completely out of sight—only then flickering into visibility. Her jaw tightened. Whatever her relationship was with the team, she still cared about them… and this was something they all needed to know.
She headed the opposite direction.
SDN Breakroom
The breakroom was quiet. Peaceful. A rarity.
Peter inserted a few bills into the vending machine, retrieved a granola bar, and dropped into a chair. He took a bite, pulled out his phone, and scrolled through the “West Coast Heat” playlist Miles had sent him before he left New York.
Then, he heard a voice.
“Hey, cutie.”
Peter jumped slightly, turning around.
Malevola leaned against the doorway, smirking devilishly. Prism stood next to her, eyebrows raised like she’d already judged the situation and found it hilarious.
Peter shook his head with a laugh. “Hey, Malevola. Hey, Prism. What’s up?”
Prism shrugged and took a seat. “Nothin’ much, boo.”
Malevola remained standing just long enough to ruffle Peter’s hair, earning an expression of startled amusement from him before dropping into the chair beside Prism.
Then she glanced down at his phone. “Whatcha listening to?”
“Just browsing the playlist my friend sent me,” Peter replied.
Prism’s eyes lit up. She held out her hand. “Ooh, let me see. I gotta make sure you’re not listening to trash.”
Peter blinked… then chuckled and handed it over. “Okay, okay. I trust your judgment.”
Prism smirked triumphantly and began scrolling. She nodded in approval at several tracks. “Your friend’s got good taste, okay—wait—OH THIS ONE.”
Her whole face lit up.
BGM: Kurupt - C-Walk Instrumental (Y’all are required to play this, lol)
One tap later, the song blasted through the phone’s speaker. Prism stood, pulled out her own phone, propped it up, hit record…
And began crip walking like she’d been born doing it.
Malevola shot to her feet. “Oh I am absolutely joining that.”
She slid in beside Prism, matching her footwork step for step.
Peter stared for a moment before bursting into genuine laughter. “You two are actually really good!”
“Come on, Peter!” Prism called. “Get in here!”
“Yeah, babes, get over here,” Malevola added with a wink.
Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d make a fool of myself.”
“That’s the point,” Malevola playfully said.
He hesitated—then turned to Prism. “You’re not posting this, right?”
Prism shook her head. “Tempting. Very tempting. But no. Secret identity. I got you, bae.”
Peter smirked… then stood… then attempted to crip walk in the most dramatic, exaggerated, absolutely-wrong-but-high-effort way possible.
Prism and Malevola exploded into laughter and hype.
“Ayyy get it, Spidey!”
“Look at him go!”
“He’s breaking physics and ankles!”
It was chaos. Beautiful chaos.
That was the scene Invisigal walked in on.
“Guys, I gotta tell you someth—”
She stopped.
Her eyes widened. She stared at the dancing, the beat thumping, and Peter committing crimes against rhythm itself.
She didn’t fight it.
Understanding the assignment, she jumped in beside Peter and immediately began crip walking with perfect form, even throwing up a crip sign on instinct.
Outside the room, employees and the rest of the Z-Team had gathered.
Flambae blinked in disbelief. “What in the world am I watching?”
Sonar shrugged. “No clue.”
Punch Up cringed sympathetically. “Lads, Peter looks ridiculous.”
Coupé nodded. “Agreed.”
Golem bobbed his head. “But the beat is fire though.”
Then Invisigal forced herself to refocus. She darted to the phone, tapped it, and the music cut off.
Prism and Malevola both yelled, “HEY—what was that for?!”
Invisigal exhaled sharply. “Someone is getting cut from the Z-Team.”
The entire room froze.
Eyes widened. Jaws dropped.
Peter’s especially.
“Wait, what?” Peter said.
Before he could say more, Robert—who had seen everything—entered the breakroom, immediately sensing the shift in the air.
Everyone turned to him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighed deeply, and muttered:
“Oh God…”
Blonde Blazer’s Office
Peter wasn’t sure whether he was walking fast or outright speed-running through the hallway, but either way, Robert’s voice echoing behind him—“Peter, slow down!”—barely registered. His brain was running hotter than his legs.
Someone was getting cut from the Z-Team.
His team.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Peter reached Blonde Blazer’s office and immediately pushed the door open, the words already halfway out of his mouth—
“Wait—Blonde Blazer, hold on, someone’s getting cu—”
But the sentence shattered mid-air.
Because Blonde Blazer turned around.
And for the first time since he’d arrived at SDN, Peter genuinely forgot English.
She was still in her blue dress, and she blinked at his sudden appearance, one eyebrow raised, waiting for him to finish whatever crisis he’d burst in with.
Peter’s brain rebooted twice before anything came out.
“You… uh… you look great.”
Blonde Blazer blinked once. Then again. Then she smiled warmly. “Well… thank you, Peter.”
Peter internally slapped himself. “Focus, you moron.” He shook his head like he was trying to clear water from his ears, then stepped closer.
“Anyway, uh… The Z-Team. Why do you think somebody needs to get cut?”
Before she could even inhale to respond, Robert stumbled into the office, stopping just behind Peter, bent slightly forward while clutching the doorframe.
“I… caught up…” he wheezed, then straightened. “Blazer, the entire Z-Team knows.”
Blonde Blazer closed her eyes. Slowly. Painfully.
“…Phenomenal,” she muttered with dry sarcasm.
Then she focused back on Peter, shoulders sagging with exhaustion.
“Look, I wasn’t even sure about cutting anyone,” she said, “but now that the rumor’s out, the Z-Team is about to get even more chaotic than usual. I only considered it because—” she exhaled, long and heavy “—because nearly every one of them is at the bottom of the leaderboard.”
Peter took that in. Then he stood straighter.
“Give me a chance to fix that.”
Blonde Blazer blinked as though she wasn’t sure she heard him correctly.
Peter continued, voice steady, resolved.
“I was brought here to be the field leader. If my team is failing, the blame falls on me.”
Blonde Blazer immediately shook her head.
“Peter, no. None of the blame falls on you—it’s literally your second day here.”
Robert stepped forward then, stubbornness written all over his face.
“If anyone deserves blame, it’s me. I’ve been here longer. If the Z-Team’s not improving—”
“Robert,” Blonde Blazer cut in with a tired sigh, “you’re practically just as new to this as Peter is. You don’t deserve any blame either.”
Silence fell after that. Heavy. Thick. None of them looked at one another for a moment.
Then Peter inhaled—sharply, decisively.
“Then… let’s make a deal.”
Blonde Blazer looked up, brow raised again. “A deal?”
Peter nodded.
“If I can’t help the Z-Team climb the leaderboard—if I can’t elevate them—then fine. You can cut somebody.” He took a step closer, the conviction returning to his eyes. “But give me and Robert a chance to lead. And give them a chance to prove themselves.”
Blonde Blazer didn’t answer right away. Her gaze shifted to Robert.
Robert didn’t say anything, but the determination in his expression spoke for him.
She inhaled slowly, and exhaled even slower.
“…All right,” she finally said.
Peter’s shoulders loosened. He smiled.
“Thank you.”
Blonde Blazer gave him a small, soft smile in return.
“Don’t make me regret it.”
Sometime Later…
The deal was set. But the energy in SDN?
Rotten. Flat. Tense.
The Z-Team’s shift was about to begin, and every single one of them walked around like they were waiting for the executioner to call their name.
Robert, sitting at his Dispatcher desk, adjusted his headset and tried—tried—to sound upbeat.
“Okay, guys,” he said into the mic. “Let’s have a good shift.”
In the locker room, Flambae—leaning against a wall, arms crossed, eyes half-dead—didn’t miss a beat.
“This is gonna be the farthest thing from a good shift.”
Robert sighed heavily as Peter, standing among the Z-Team, clapped his hands together.
“Hey,” Peter said with a hopeful smile. "Today's the day we prove ourselves, guys. We can climb the leaderboard. We can do this.”
No one… responded.
No nods. No smiles.
Just pure, silent, collective dread.
Robert closed his eyes and muttered, “Perfect.”
Then his console beeped.
“Okay—call coming in,” he said. “Robbery at Los Angeles Credit Union.”
Invisigal straightened. “I’ll go.”
She didn’t wait for a response. She sprinted out of the locker room—
CRASH!
—only for Coupé to drop from above and shoulder-check her into the ground, sending Invisigal tumbling across the hallway tile.
“I’ll handle it,” Coupé snapped, rocketing forward—
BAM!
Only to be body-kicked midair by Sonar, who launched her across the parking lot.
“Nothing personal,” Sonar said. “But I need this job.”
And that set the tone for the entire disastrous shift.
MONTAGE!
Invisigal and Malevola got into a full shouting match in the middle of a jaywalking call.
Sonar and Coupé kept tackling each other into bushes, cars, store signs—anything—whenever a new call came in.
Prism and Golem were arguing so loudly at one point that they forgot the reason they’d been dispatched.
Flambae and Punch Up nearly burned and punched each other to death three separate times.
And stuck in the absolute center of this dumpster fire was Spider-Man, swinging between them, hands raised, repeatedly yelling—
“GUYS—PLEASE—STOP TRYING TO MURDER EACH OTHER—WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A TEAM—OH COME ON—NOT THE DUMPSTER AGAIN!”
Nobody listened.
Not him.
Not Robert.
Not reality.
Finally, after watching Sonar suplex Coupé into a street vendor’s tamale cart, Robert snapped.
“ENOUGH!” he shouted into the headset. “Everyone—all of you—get back to SDN. Right now.”
He ripped the headset off and flung it onto his desk. It bounced, landing near Beef’s bed.
Beef tilted his head at him, deeply concerned.
Chase glanced over from his desk, shaking his head at the sight. “They’re gonna kill you, kid.”
“I’m already dead,” Robert muttered. “At least on the inside.”
Moments Later…
Conference Room
The entire Z-Team was already screaming at each other when Peter and Robert walked in.
Peter tried.
He sincerely, genuinely tried.
“Guys! Guys, come on, let’s calm—”
Nope. They just yelled louder.
Robert’s jaw flexed. His eye twitched. His hand trembled.
Then—
SLAM!
Robert slammed both hands onto the conference table.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”
The room froze.
Even Blonde Blazer, who had walked in after hearing the noise, paused at the door.
Chase leaned in, holding Beef like a baby.
Robert scanned the room, pacing like a furious high school gym coach.
“This is the FIRST TIME you guys listened to an order all day! And THAT is one of the problems—you all don’t LISTEN.”
No one dared to make a sound.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Robert continued, voice sharp. “Hm? You think sabotaging each other is gonna save one of you from getting cut? How STUPID can you guys be?!”
Prism squinted at him but didn’t speak yet.
BGM: Winning Time - Riley Gains Respect
Robert leaned forward, eyes blazing.
“You wanna know why you’re at the bottom of the leaderboard? Because of THIS! Because of all this SHIT!”
A beat.
Then Prism crossed her arms. “Ain’t nobody tryna hear this, bro.”
Robert snapped to face her. “Hey, Scary J. Blige—maybe if you focused more on the Z-Team instead of your follower count, we wouldn’t be in this position.”
Prism’s eyes went wide. She gasped dramatically.
Flambae stepped up. “Okay, whoa, lay off her—”
Robert pointed directly at him.
“Discount Human Torch, you definitely shouldn’t be talking with the number of fires you started today. Being a hero is about protecting, not destroying.”
He turned to the entire team.
“That goes for ALL of you.”
Peter nodded. “Well said.”
However, Robert slowly rotated toward him.
“Peter… you’re supposed to lead this team with me. But you’re so scared to ruffle feathers that you’d rather just be everyone’s buddy. Even as Spider-Man, they won’t respect you unless you put your foot down.”
Peter blinked.
Stunned.
Speechless.
Robert looked back at the Z-Team, voice calmer now but still strong.
“You’re all in the Phoenix Program because you want to turn your life around. Because you have potential. So don’t waste it.”
Silence.
Long, thick, heavy silence.
Then Invisigal snorted, smirked, and looked around at the others.
“Well, I’m wet.” she said casually. “And you heard the man. Can’t let our potential go to waste.”
Robert’s lips tugged into a smirk of his own.
He raised his fist. “Bring it in.”
The entire Z-Team—and Peter—raised their fists into a huddle.
“Z-Team on three,” Robert said. “One, two, three—”
“Z-TEAM!”
They broke the huddle, spirits lifted, energy renewed—
Except Peter.
He stayed behind for a moment, eyes down, thinking about what Robert said.
About respecting him.
About leadership.
About being buddy-buddy vs. being a leader.
It stuck with him.
Harder than he expected.
Moments Later…
Robert walked back to his desk with the adrenaline of his speech still burning through him. He sat down, grabbed his headset, and lifted it toward his ear—
But then Blonde Blazer’s voice cut in from beside him.
“That was some speech back there.”
Robert turned, surprised she’d followed him. “They needed it,” he said plainly. “The Z-Team—and even Peter—needed some tough love.”
Blonde Blazer took this in, her expression softening just a hair. “I get where you’re coming from,” she said quietly. “I really do. But… maybe you could’ve been slightly less intense when you were talking to Peter. He’s our field leader. The last thing we want is to lose him mentally.”
Robert didn’t respond right away. He looked down at his headset, then back up.
“He’ll be alright,” he said. “And this’ll give him—and the Z-Team—a real chance to show what they’re made of.”
Chase—still holding Beef like a toddler—nodded. “Yeah. Speech was solid, Robert.”
Blonde Blazer didn’t say anything else. She only watched Robert, hoping—praying—that his words wouldn’t break Peter, but instead shape him.
Sometime Later…
Shockingly… it worked.
The Z-Team actually started getting their act together.
No brawling mid-flight.
No sabotaging calls.
No arguments louder than a jet engine.
For the first time all day—they looked like an actual team.
Robert, watching from his desk, genuinely smiled as he gave instructions.
“There you go! Good work. Nice follow-through. You guys picked up your game.”
Punch Up chuckled through the mic. “Don’t jinx us, lad.”
A few Z-Team members laughed. Spirits were up—momentum was real.
But Peter?
Peter wasn’t himself.
He did his job—cleanly. Followed orders. Gave brief instructions when necessary. Completed calls. Swung effectively. Helped civilians.
But he didn’t quip.
Didn’t banter.
Didn’t joke.
He barely spoke at all.
His usual spark—the thing that made him Spider-Man—was missing.
Robert took over the leadership naturally, almost by necessity, and cut through every situation effortlessly.
And that only made Peter withdraw more.
End of Shift
Back in the locker room, the Z-Team returned with tired smiles. They’d actually pulled it together.
Robert leaned into the mic. “I’m proud of you all. It’s not how you start—it’s how you finish.”
Coupé raised a hand. “Think this is enough to climb the leaderboard?”
Robert sighed. “I don’t know. Peter and I have to talk to Blazer about that.” Then, he turned to the console. “Peter, you ready?”
Silence.
“Peter?”
Nothing.
Robert frowned. “Is he with you guys?”
The Z-Team looked around, confused.
Sonar shrugged. “He’s not here.”
Golem scratched the top of his head. “He was just here a second ago.”
Robert sighed deeply and started typing rapidly.
Within seconds, he located Peter on one of the security feeds—sitting alone on a bench at a nearby playground.
“There,” Robert said. “He’s outside at a playground not too far from here.”
Invisigal straightened. “I know that playground. I’ll go get him.”
Playground
BGM: Dispatch - Fvck the Stars
Invisigal arrived at the park, spotting Peter alone on the bench—mask off, head low, lost in his thoughts.
She strolled over, smirking softly. “You look depressed.”
Peter let out a small chuckle. “You’re not far off.”
She sat beside him, elbows resting on her knees. “Alright, spill. What’s up?”
Peter inhaled slowly, looking toward the sky.
“I don’t know if I’m leadership material.”
Invisigal blinked. “You sound ridiculous.”
Peter shook his head. “No, I don’t think I do. After Robert’s speech… you guys pulled yourselves together. He took over everything. And he did great. But… what if I don’t have whatever he has? What if I’m not cut out for this?”
She studied him, then leaned back casually.
“You don’t need to have what Robert has.”
Peter frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
“Every leader’s different,” she said. “Robert’s the strict dad… at least when he snaps. But you?” She pointed at him. “You’re the cool uncle.”
Peter blinked—then laughed, genuinely. “Seriously?”
“It works,” Invisigal said with a shrug. “If we had two strict dads, we’d all quit.”
He shook his head, smiling despite himself. “Okay… that’s actually a great comparison.”
She smirked and lightly punched his arm. “Told you.”
Robert’s voice suddenly popped into both their headsets.
“I’ve never heard you sound this mature, Visi.”
“Oh my God, shut up,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
But she wasn’t actually annoyed.
Then something new appeared on Robert’s monitor.
“Peter, Invisigal—burglary in progress at a jewelry store two blocks from you. I know you’re technically off the clock, but… if you want to climb the leaderboard, this would help.”
Peter looked at Invisigal.
Invisigal looked at Peter.
They nodded.
“We’re on it,” Peter said.
THWIP!
Peter shot a web line and swung off as Invisigal sprinted below him, keeping pace.
Jewelry Store
The jewelry store had already been raided—guards unconscious, glass cases shattered.
Peter landed quietly. “Stay close.”
Invisigal nodded.
They scanned the area—silent except for the faint hum of a security light.
“Well, well, well…”
The voice floated like a purr.
SPIDER-SENSE TINGLING!
Peter’s Spider-Sense flared—too late.
CRASH!
A figure dropped from above and slammed into him, knocking him flat onto his back.
He looked up—eyes wide.
“…Felicia?”
Black Cat smirked down at him, straddling him as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “Hey there, Spider. Definitely didn’t expect to find you in LA.”
“I could say the same thing about you,” Peter said. “What are you doing here?”
Felicia gave a nonchalant shrug. “Sunny vacation.”
“Felicia,” he said flatly. “There’s always more to the story.”
Robert’s voice chimed in. “Peter… do you know her?”
Peter sighed. “Yeah. I know her.”
Felicia leaned in closer. “Mm. Missed being in this position with you.”
Invisigal’s eyes widened—then she immediately drop-kicked Felicia off of him.
As Felicia rolled back onto her feet, Invisigal smirked and asked, “So… is that your girlfriend?”
Peter groaned. “Ex-girlfriend.”
Felicia brushed off her suit, still smirking. “Ex or not… we had loads of fun.”
“Oh? Loads?” Invisigal echoed, amused.
The two women laughed together as they found themselves strangely bonding with each other.
Peter facepalmed.
“Why am I not surprised…” he muttered. “You two have the same energy.”
Robert cleared his throat loudly. “Hey. Focus. Please.”
Felicia stretched. “Well, this has been cute, but I’ve gotta run.”
She spun to bolt—
THWIP!
—but Peter fired a web at her leg, sticking her in place.
He lunged. She slashed the web instantly, but he was already too close.
They clashed—acrobatic kicks, dodges, grapples—neither fighting full-force, both remembering the other’s rhythms and tells.
“Invisigal!” Peter shouted. “Go invisible!”
She vanished and slipped into the fray, sending a punch to Felicia’s stomach.
POW!
Felicia took it and staggered, but she recovered quickly. Anticipating another stomach shot, she caught Invisigal’s fist and did a sweeping kick to trip her up.
However, Felicia was distracted, and she got hit by a barrage of webs from Peter.
THWIP! THWIP! THWIP!
She tried to slash them, but this time there were too many—her limbs were bound, her torso pinned, her ankles stuck.
Within seconds, she was webbed to the wall like a black and white mural.
“Those claws won’t cut through that much webbing,” Peter said, breathing heavily.
“Ugh,” Felicia groaned. “Fine. Maybe I overdid the vacation.”
Invisigal walked over, arms crossed. “You did good.”
Peter shook his head. “We did good.”
Invisigal smirked—softer than usual.
SDN
Peter and Invisigal walked Felicia through the doors of SDN with the kind of quiet triumph that didn’t need words. Felicia, handcuffed and entirely unbothered by it, glanced around the lobby as if she were arriving fashionably late to a party.
But when the doors to the Dispatcher floor opened… the room erupted.
Sonar, Malevola, Prism, Golem, Punch Up, Flambae, and Coupé were all clapping. Cheering. Even whistling. It wasn’t sarcastic. It wasn’t competitive. It was real, genuine excitement.
Peter smiled wide.
Invisigal… smiled smaller—but deeper. A private kind of pride she didn’t know what to do with.
For once, being part of the Z-Team felt good.
As soon as Felicia was passed off to the guards, Blonde Blazer and Robert watched the crowd with matching smirks. Blonde Blazer folded her arms, bright eyes glinting.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Z-Team this positive,” she said.
Robert nodded. “We’re making progress. Hopefully we can keep it up.”
Blonde Blazer fell silent, something forming behind her expression. Robert glanced at her—and froze when he saw realization click into place.
She already made up her mind.
Blonde Blazer stepped forward toward the group, calling out:
“I like what I’m seeing out of all of you. And I want to see how much more you can grow.”
The Z-Team went quiet. Wide-eyed. Expectant.
Blonde Blazer gestured to the wall.
The leaderboard flickered—then shifted.
Each member of the Z-Team jumped higher. Not by a few places. By whole tiers. Their combined performance today, along with Peter and Invisigal’s capture, had changed their entire standing.
And then she said it:
“No one is getting cut.”
The floor exploded with celebration. Punch Up tackled Flambae in a hug he definitely didn’t ask for. Prism sparkled—literally. Sonar loosened his tie like he’d been holding his breath all day. Coupé seemed to be mildly happy, while Malevola and Golem gave each other high fives.
Robert watched all of them with a soft, relieved smile.
Chase appeared behind him with Beef in tow, patting him on the back. “Keep leading, kid.”
Robert nodded. “Plan to.”
And then—he knew what he needed to do.
He walked straight into the crowd, stopping at Peter’s side.
“Hey,” Robert said, trying to get his attention.
Peter turned. “What’s up?”
Deep breath.
“About earlier,” Robert said. “The speech… I let my emotions run high. I didn’t mean to make you feel any kind of way.”
Peter’s grin returned—small but sincere.
“It’s all good,” he said.
Robert exhaled in relief. “Good.”
They dapped each other up, the team looking on with warm smiles.
Peter added, playfully, “But if you ever call me out like that again… I’m gonna put some dirt in your eye.”
The entire Z-Team burst into laughter.
Robert held up his hands. “Yeah, no thanks. I like seeing.”
Then Blonde Blazer cleared her throat.
“There’s something else I’d like to announce.”
Silence swept the room instantly.
“Tonight, SDN is sponsoring a gala—Radiant Valor: A Night of Triumph. And after what I’ve seen today…”
Her smile grew.
“…I want the Z-Team to be the team representing SDN.”
You could’ve heard a pin drop.
Then:
“Wait, us?” Flambae asked.
“You’re serious?” Malevola added.
Blonde Blazer nodded. “Very serious.”
The Z-Team erupted again, hyping each other up louder than ever.
“But,” she continued, “you’ll need attire for the event. Suits, dresses—something special. So we’re going to the mall.”
Sonar raised his hand casually. “I’m already wearing a suit, so I’m set.”
Blonde Blazer snorted. “You should change it up for an event like this.”
Golem lifted a finger, hesitant. “Uh… I’m pretty sure there isn’t a suit that fits me.”
“We’ll find something,” Blonde Blazer assured warmly.
Then she added, “And since you all locked in today, I’d be happy to cover the cost.”
Prism snapped her fingers. “Girl, that’s the first thing you shoulda said!”
The group roared with laughter.
Invisigal shrugged. “I’ve never been much of a dress type of gal.”
“We’ll find something you like,” Blonde Blazer said gently.
With a motion toward the exit, she dorkily declared, “We don’t have time to waste—the mall awaits!”
Everyone began moving—Peter, Robert, Beef, Chase, the Z-Team—heading out in loud, excited clusters.
Everyone except Invisigal.
She hung back.
Turned toward the leaderboard.
Her name—higher than it had ever been.
She pulled out her phone, took a picture of it, stared at it for a long, quiet moment. A small smile—real and peaceful—formed on her face.
She tucked the phone away and jogged after her team.
For the first time today, the future felt like it was shifting in their favor.
END OF CHAPTER 4: LEADERSHIP
BGM: Dispatch - Dance (No Heroes)
Blazer: It’s time to get dressed up, everybody!
Golem: This is gonna be tough.
Felicia: I feel left out.
Peter: You shouldn’t have been trying to steal jewelry, Cat.
Robert: That’s a solid point.
Visi: Don’t worry, Felicia. I’ll vouch for you.
Notes:
Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, and if you did, make sure to give this story a kudos, a comment, and a bookmark! The gala should be fun, I hope. Stay safe out there, and I'll see y'all next time. Excelsior!
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