You yawned as you walked down the street towards school. You were wearing a F/C Vans shirt with a pair of black jeans and F/C Vans along with a F/C hat. You scrolled through your phone as you looked up the #Champions thing online. Seems like they were doing good. People all over had their logo as they donated food, built homes, offered self defense classes, and cleaned up beaches.

You were just glad that they weren't just showing off. Seemed like they were doing some real good in the world. Weird, how you used to be a part of that. You locked your phone and tucked it away in your pocket just as you spotted someone.

Y/N: Hey Gib.

Gib, your best and only friend, turned around and smiled as you approached him. While you may be mistaken as a skater who wore baggy clothing to hide your build, Gib was a chubby boy who often wore plaid buttonups and khakis. His hair was cut short and was always combed back while his shirts were always tucked in. He was a sweet guy and got along well with everyone but you were his closest friend since the two of you knew each other since birth.

Gib: What's up bro?

You both bumped fists and walked towards school.

Y/N: Ah, you know. Normal stuff.

Gib gave a knowing smile. He was the only one outside of your family that knew about your second life. Of course he knew. He was your best, and only, friend. The day your mom passed away, it hurt him almost as bad as it hurt you. It was a rough day. The two of you entered the school gates and you frowned at the sight of the large building.

Y/N: This blows. I should be helping people right now.

Gib: Yeah but, you're stuck here with me.

You groaned a bit as you entered the school. You walked over to your locker, which was right next to Gib's, and opened it to retrieve your books. You suddenly felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned around and saw your chemistry teacher, Mr. Tewers, standing there.

Mr. Tewers: Good morning, Y/N.

Y/N: Morning, Teach. Did you need something?

Mr. Tewers: No. I just wanted to congratulate you for your project. I heard it made it to the final selection.

It did? You weren't notified about it. Then again, you had your phone off most of the weekend. You had submitted a project to a science contest, after Hailey and Gib bugged you for a month, for which had a nice money prize. It was a generator that used natural energy in order to power entire houses for extended periods of time. Not the greatest thing ever but it was the best you could scrap up in a month.

Y/N: Thanks. I appreciate it.

Mr. Tewers: I expected nothing less from my star student. Keep up the good work and I'll see you in class.

You nodded but he placed a hand on your shoulder.

Mr. Tewers: And if you need to talk, my door's always open.

You waved as he left to head to his classroom before you turned back to getting your stuff. You grabbed the books you needed for English and stuff them into your bag filled with papers completely free from folders. You made a mental note to buy some. Again.

Gib: I guess I'll see you in Math.

Y/N: Yeah. Good luck in Mrs. Sanchez's.

Gib laugh as he walked down the hall. You headed the opposite way to get started on your day.
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Y/N: Why does school kick my ass more than any bad guy?

You were laying down on the stone bench in the courtyard while Gib ate his lunch in peace. School was just so, boring. You already knew most of the stuff they taught and class work was so easy that you always had most of the class to do nothing. You would normally use this time to draw up some new upgrades to your gear but you just couldn't think of anything.

Gib: Maybe you should apply to Horizon High. I'm sure the classes there would be a bit more challenging.

You just groaned as you felt yourself turn on a bruise. You sat up and rested your head on your fist as you looked at everyone going about their lunchbreak. You blew a strain of hair out of your face as you wondered about the final selection.

Y/N: Hey Gib?

Gib: Yeah?

Y/N: You know who else is in the final selection for this invention thing?

Gib pulled out his phone and typed something in. He tossed you his phone and you looked at the screen which had four names listed. Among them was yours and three others who you didn't really recognize.

Y/N: Who are these people?

Gib: The finalist. Aka your competition.

You rolled your eyes before tossing his phone back to him.

Y/N: There's no competition if I'm not even trying to compete. I just entered so you and Hailey would get off my case.

Gib: Yet here you are asking for the names.

He, had a point. You were just curious. That was it. Suddenly your phone went off and you pulled it out to see it was your sister sending you a text.

Hailey: Got an alert. Trouble in Hell's Kitchen. Probably the Hand.

You couldn't help but smile.

Gib: I know that smirk. Hero time?

Y/N: Hero time.

Gib: I'll cover.

Y/N: That's why you're my best friend.

Gib: I'm your only friend.

Y/N: Which is why you're the best one.

You grabbed your bag and rushed around the school building while Gib sighed. You reached the camera's blind spot and opened your bag where your costume was tucked under your books. After quickly changing, you shot out a line and swung over the fence and into the city.
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Hell's Kitchen...

You landed on top of a building and looked around to make sure you weren't seen. You crawled over to the skyline and looked down into the factory below. Looks like Hailey was right. It was the Hand again. This time it looked like they were doing some shady business with some street thugs.

Y/N: This is a cliché if I ever seen one.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small black device which you placed on the glass. You then placed your watch to your ear and listened in.

Hand Member: I trust that this is to your liking.

The thug's leader looked at the brand new rifle in his hand with a grin on his face.

Thug: Damn right it is. You ninjas really pulled through on this one.

Hand Member: Very well. I expect you have the arranged payment?

The thug signaled for one of his guys to hand the Hand Member a steel case. The Hand Member opened it and saw all the cash before closing it and handing it over to one of his men.

Y/N: Why is the Hand giving street thugs guns? This is kinda odd.

You pulled the device away from the glass and placed it back into your pocket. You reached back and connected the metal threads to your gloves. You opened the skyline and took a deep breath before jumping in. You shot out a line and swung into action by slamming your foot right into one of the thugs.

Everyone reacted as you touched the ground and leaped up to throw a knife at the man holding the gun. He dropped it and you rolled around before jumping back up and shooting out a thread. It attached to an abandoned piece of machinery before you rushed around and tied together 5 thugs and Hand members. You then leaped up as the thugs began to open fire and the Hand pulled out their swords. You landed on a non functional conveyer belt where three Hand members confronted you.

You ducked under one of their blades and shot a thread into his foot. You then used your other hand to shot another thread at another Hand memeber. You crossed your arms which pulled the men towards you and crashed into each other. You picked up one of their swords and threw it across the room where it stabbed into a switch that turned on a machine. You shot a line to it and then connected it to a thug which started to pull him towards the machine.

Y/N: Too easy.

You swung up and threw out three knives that stabbed into three more men. You landed and reached into your pocket where you found five black pallets. You threw them at the men and watched as they were trapped by the fast acting foam that stuck them to the ground. You smiled under your bandana as you stood up. Everyone was taken care of. No problem.

Y/N: Now, to alert the police and head back to make it to Chemistry.

You pulled out your phone before you noticed the crate filled with weapons. You sent the alert before you tucked your phone away and walked over to the crate. You examined it for a moment before you noticed the logo.

Y/N: Pym Labs? Why the hell is Pym Labs giving the Hand weapons? I thought they were a legit business.

You looked around before you saw a still awake Hand member. You walked over and grabbed his collar to lift him up.

Y/N: Talk. Why do you have Pym weaponry?

Hand Member: You will not stop the coming war.

You heard a crunch and your eyes grew wide as you realized what he had just done. You placed your second hand on his collar.

Y/N: Hey! Tell me why you have Pym weapons?!

The man simply laughed before foam came from his mouth. His body began to shake before he went limp. You let go of his lifeless body and turned back to see the other Hand members doing the same thing. Soon, every Hand member was dead on the floor or in the foam.

Y/N: What the hell?

You turned back to the crate and looked at the logo.

Y/N: I guess I'll just need to go right to the source.
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You were standing outside of Pym Labs now in your street clothes. You had returned to school right after the situation in Hell's Kitchen before you headed here. You were no stranger to Henry Pym or his work. You were a fan. But, he was also family. This was probably why you were so angry to learn that the Hand are using his weapons to make a quick buck and start some "war".

You looked at your phone and saw that Gib replied to your text about the recent spike in gun violence. Gib had found nothing meaning this was still a fresh problem. It didn't matter. It was still a problem and you needed to take care of it.

You took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Cresskill, NJ....

Henry Pym. He was one of your many idols growing up. Him, Reed Richards, Tony Stark, and Bruce Banner. The greatest minds in the world and your greatest heroes. Even when Henry sacrificed himself to save the world from Ultron, you believed in his work and the legacy he left behind. Even if he did some things that were, less than savory. This was probably why it was so hard to believe that his tech is being used to create weapons for some "war".

You entered the main lobby of Pym Laboratories and looked around. You recalled coming here when you were very young with your mother. Looks like things had changed drastically. It made sense since it was now operated by Pym's second wife after his death. The thought that she might be responsible had crossed your mind but just like Henry, Janet was an Avenger to. It was hard to believe that she would suddenly switch sides so late in the game. Plus, she was never that kind of person.

She was kind to you and she was practically your mom's best friend. So this had to be something else.

Receptionist: Hello.

You stopped spacing out and noticed the woman sitting at the courved desk. Looks like you couldn't just walk in after all. You approached the desk and gave your best smile as the woman smiled back.

Y/N: Hello there. I'm here because I need to talk to Janet Van Dyne regarding a very important manner.

The receptionist began to type on her computer before turning back to you.

Receptionist: It seems that Ms. Van Dyne does not have any appointments scheduled for this afternoon.

Damn. You needed an appointment. If course you needed an appointment. Why didn't you think this through? Whatever. There has to be a way around this somehow. Luckily, there are things that Leviathan can do that Y/N just can't.
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Y/N: Breaking into the lab of one of Avengers to tell her that her deceased husband's tech was being used as weapons. The same woman I haven't talked to in God knows how long. This is just sad when I think about it.

You pushed open the window and climbed in before you found yourself in a dark room. You couldn't see anything so you activated your night vision on your goggles and looked around. The room seemed to be completely empty of any machinery or experiments. At least you wouldn't have to worry about spilling any expensive chemicals. You looked around and spotted a light switch nearby which you turned on after turning off the night vision mode.

You walked around the room for any possible clues on why the Hand stole Pym tech. As you looked around, you heard a low buzzing noise. You couldn't see where it was coming from though. You shrugged it off and looked around some more before you felt something oddly heavy land on your shoulder.

You suddenly found yourself lifted into the air and slammed down on the ground by an unseen force. You groaned as you looked up and saw her.

Janet Van Dyne aka the Wasp. Former Avenger, ex-wife of Henry Pym, owner of Pym Laboratories.

Janet: Who are you? How did you get in?

Y/N: I just opened the window! I'm not here to cause any problems!

You stood up and showed her your hands. She suddenly calmed down when she saw you.

Janet: Y/N?

Y/N: I'm not here to fight. Or steal or whatever it is you think I'm doing.

Janet: Then why are you in Hank's lab?!

You sighed as you lowered your hands. This was going to be super awkward.

Y/N: Well, I was alerted of a crime and I found the Hand. They had some of Hank's tech and they were selling it to some gang members.

Janet looked at you mildy impressed at the feat while also looking somewhat worried about the troubling news. She held her chin in thought.

Janet: So it was the Hand. We had learned that we were missing a shipment that was supposed to be delivered to the military. The Hand were behind this and the weapons are still in New York.

You nodded. Janet looked at you again and her expression grew softer.

Janet: Well thank you, Y/N.

You nodded.

Janet: I'll have some of my best look into it. Now, as for breaking into my labs...

Y/N: The lady up front said I needed an appointment. I didn't think I really had time to wait. I rather get arrested for breaking in than wait as the city burns to the ground.

Janet smiled at your answer before she looked at you again.

Janet: You grown since the last time I saw you. I guess your aunt is taking good care of you, then?

You awkwardly stood there before you turned around and headed back towards the window.

Y/N: Yeah. I'll tell Hailey you said hi.

Janet: Y/N...

You stopped and turned around. Janet walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

Janey: You know if you need anything...

You shrugged off her shoulder and headed for the window.

Y/N: I don't need anything from you or the Avengers.

Janet: Y/N.

You shook your head.

Y/N: Just doing my job. Thank you for not brushing this off.

Janet watched as you climbed up to the window.

Janet: Though, if you want a better design for your costume, feel free to stop by. Just tell them you want to talk go the Wasp. They'll let you through.

You gave it some thought. Maybe a new costume would be better than this homemade one. Then again, Hailey was the one who designed it. You might just have to bring her along.

But you also didn't want to do this. You didn't even want to be here.

Y/N: Thank you.

You shot out a line. Time to the drive home.
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Mattahan...

You streached as you finally got out of the taxi cab. You had to make a quick stop in Mattahan to grab some stuff for your sister's newest invention real quick. You were back in your street wear as you headed down the street toward the part store where you had a discount, well, Leviathan had a discount after saving the owner's family from a group of kidnappers.

You turned the corner just as the ground shook. You looked around confused as it shook again. You then rushed down the street before you saw a massive robot making its way down town. Walking fast, faces pass, and its homebound. Piano keys.

Y/N: That's something you don't see everyday.

You ducked into an alleyway and quickly changed. Meanwhile, the robot was getting assaulted by an agent of SHEILD.

Mockingbird. Agent of SHEILD, total badass.

Mockingbird landed in the robot's shoulder and tried to attack it.

Mockingbird: Come out of there, Monica, before I bust this Tin Can open and drag you out!

Monica: Sorry Morse, not gonna happen!

Mockingbird: Have it your way.

She leaped up and lifted her sticks.

Mockingbird: I hope that cockpit got room for two!

Monica didn't even flinch.

Monica: You're about to become a smear on my windshield.

You jumped out of the alley with your backpack on your back as you leaped into action. You shot out a line which connected with the robot before you gappled yourself up. You over shot the robot and shot out three metal threads that wrapped around the robot's wrist. You pulled with enough force to make the hand get lifted as Mockingbird used the opening to attack the head.

As she did, the robot used its free hand to grab her. You shot out a line and landed on the metal hand before you stabbed a knife into the exposed circuits.

Mockingbird: Leviathan?!

Y/N: Not now!

Monica: Caught you little birdy! You really thought you stood a chance against my genius?! Even your partner can't save you now!

That's what she thinks. You're not even her partner so ha! Anyway, you twisted the knife which caused the hand to suddenly open. The robot dropped Mockingbird who was suddenly swept up by a red blur. You turned towards the street and swung yourself down. You watched as Mockingbird landed on a very familiar piece of clothing. Wait a second. You recognized that blue shirt and yellow lighting bolt.

Ms. Marvel: I got ya!

Oh dear. Please don't let her see you.

Ms. Marvel: Leviathan?

God hates you. You gave a shy wave before you turned back to the robot. Your threads were will wrapped around it so it could move it's wrist.

???: Good catch, Ms. Marvel.

You looked sround but saw nothing. Why did you just have a sense that this has happened already? You watched as Mockingbird bounced up off of Ms. Marvel and into the sky where you saw a new face but a old look.

???: Don't worry, Ms. Mockingbird. I got you. I'm just going to redirect your momentum and get you back down to the ground.

They landed near you as you turned your attention back on the robot. The normal size girl looked at you.

???: Y/.....

You reached for you knives but found that your were out. You completely forgot to restock them. You groaned.

Movkingbird: Thanks for the help ladies...girls? And Leviathan? It's good to see a familiar face again. They get younger every year. Soon we'll have babies out here fighting Thanos.

Ms. Marvel: I have a fanfic like that.

???: I read it! It was very good!

You rolled your eyes and shot out a line to get back into the fight. You swung around the robot before you landed on it's shoulder and threw a foam pallet on it. It began to expand quickly which stopped it's head from moving. You were then thrown off as the girls continued their conversation.

Ms. Marvel: You think so? It started off for LOLs but then I hit these feels for the babies' parents and...

Mockingbird: Ok whatever this just turned into needs to stop.

Y/N: Ahhhhhhhh!

You shot out another line and swung back into action.

Mockingbird: I have giant robot problems.

???: We can help you with that! We're Avengers!

Ms. Marvel: Sorta

Mockingbird: You girls need to get out of here before you get hurt. Leave this to the professionals. Me and Leviathan have this

You were throwing through a window of a nearby building before you recovered and leaped back out.

Mockingbird: That woman is a legit mad scientist.

???: That's perfect! I'm a happy scientist! Who better to fight her?

Ms. Marvel: It's like Harry Potter but with science.

???: What's Hairy Potter?

Ms. Marvel: On no! That makes me sad.

You swung around the robot's arm and started to beat the head with a stray pipe you found frantically. The robot shook and you went crashing towards the ground. You swung back in and threw the pipe into a crack of the metal where you hung on for dear life.

Mockingbird: Listen, Harry Potter is great. We can talk about that later. We need a plan.

???: Ms. Marvel, you go for the legs and I'll get in the cockpit. What do you say?

Ms. Marvel: Oh! I can do it like Empire Strikes Back!

???: I don't understand that sentence but okay!

You stabbed the pipe further into the gap as you felt your body become sore.

Y/N: I, need, to, work, out, more!

???: Avengers assemble!

The girl and Ms. Marvel leaped into action while Mockingbird held her head.

Mockingbird: I'm not old. I'm not old. I'm not old. Maybe they'll send me to a nice farm somewhere.

You looked back as the robot took notice of the flying girl.

Monica: Oh great, another bug superhero. Who are you supposed to be?

???: I'm the Wasp!

Monica: You know there's already one of those right?

Wasp: Yeah, we met. She's so nice!

Why was she here?!

Monica: Not really my point. My point is no one is really going to miss you when you're gone.

Ouch. The robot grabbed the girl with the still working arm.

Wasp: Hey! That's terrible! Why would you say that? You don't even know me!

You rolled your eyes and popped off the metal plate the pipe was stabbed into. You grabbed it and threw it towards the hand.

Monica: Because we already got a Wasp you redundant....

The plate stabbed into the metal and the hand was forced open as the Wasp shrunk down in size.

Monica: Where'd she go?

You swung down and met with Ms. Marvel who looked at you surpised.

Ms. Marvel: So we meet again.

You sighed.

Y/N: Can we not do this right now? Can you just fight the giant robot and pretend you never saw me?

Ms. Marvel: Seriously, dude? You know everyone has been absolutely worried about you. Except for Amadeus but that's just how he is.

Y/N: Marvel....

Ms. Marvel: Leviathan, where have you been?

Y/N: Keeping a low profile. I work alone.

Ms. Marvel: You don't have to. Come back to the Champions. We need you.

Y/N: No, you don't.

You both turned towards the robot, that was now dancing. This was, this was just bizarre. What the hell was the Wasp doing in there? Was that music? Was this disco?

Ms. Marvel: She must've taken over the robot's control.

The robot was doing ballet. This was something that was happening.

Mockingbird: Yep. Getting too old.

Wasp: Ms. Marvel! Leviathan! Do your thing!

You shot out a line as Ms. Marvel wrapped her enlarged arms around the robot's legs. The robot stumbled before it hit your line and fell backwards. The force also slammed you down to the ground which broke your visor. The top of the head popped out and two girls came spilling out. The Wasp sat up and gave a thumbs up.

Wasp: We got her! We won!

Monica: You know you could've flown me out of there instead of dropping my robot on the street, right?

Wasp: You're totally right. See, you're super smart! You could do so much more than evil!

Monica just rolled her eyes.

Monica: Ugh! Where do you find your teenage superheroes?

You pushed yourself off the ground and saw Mockingbird rushing towards you all.

Mockingbird: Wasp! Don't let her hit that button on her belt!

Wasp: What?!

Monica: Too late.

She hit the button on her belt and started to vanish before your very eyes. She had a phasing belt?! No fair! That chick broke your helmet! It took you a month to fix it the last time!

Wasp: She has a phasing belt?! I want one!

Ms. Marvel: Where'd she go?

Mockingbird just sighed.

Mockingbird: Somewhere outside of the city. We'll do this all over again in a month.

Y/N: Count me out.

The girls turned to see you poking at the broken glass. You tried to touch it but a spark of electricity shocked you causing you to react your hand. You sighed and readied your gauntlet

Mockingbird: Oh yeah. So, what are you doing here? You've been missing for almost a year now.

Y/N: Busy. And no I'm gone.

Mockingbird: Wait!

You stopped and turned to her.

Mockingbird: All the reports say that you left the Avengers. Where have you been?

You looked at her then at the other two girls.

Y/N: Like I said, busy.

You just shrugged.

You turned away and got ready to shoot out a line but Ms. Marvel stopped you.

Ms. Marvel: Levia....

Y/N: I'm leaving.

You shot out a line and swung off. Talk about a crazy day.

As you left, Nadia and Kamala watched. Their hearts broken a little bit more.