123ALIENS VS MARVEL UNIVERSE
A crossover fan fiction by War Journalist
I do not assume ownership over any characters mentioned in this fan fiction. Predator & the Xenomorphs are copyright to Fox. All other characters are copyright Marvel comics.
CHAPTER ONE
He was a superhero. Beloved by all (except a certain jerk Editor). Life was good. Quick and easy travel through the city, a cool, clean costume, and easy access to bad guys for a little venting every now and then. He was Peter Parker. But while in the ol' blue and red he called himself the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He breathed in the "fresh" New York air as he swung between the buildings. He would hear a cheer or a clap every now and then from a citizen below. Citizen? Who's he calling a citizen? It wasn't so long ago that he was just another nerd. He spun another web line. His first time it was life or death, now it was just reflex. He always enjoyed seeing the city speed by from up high.
The sound of an alarm ringing brought him out of his dreamy haze. He looked down on the street to his right and saw a small shop with a broken window. At first he thought about passing by.
"Well, breaking and entering aren't really my forte…"
Then he heard a woman scream.
"But I just can't pass up the ladies! Wooo hooo!"
He spun a web onto the building he had passed to swing down the street toward the shop. He saw three guys heading down the street carrying… TV's? Who holds up a store with an alarm that loud to heist something as big as a TV without an escape ride?
"The crooks get dumber every day."
As he passed over the shop he heard people yelling his name. He saw the crooks look back at him.
They had barely made 200 feet from the store before he dropped down in front of them.
"Am I stopping a robbery, or are you gents just renting those?"
He loved sarcasm. It was just as much a trademark of his as his webs were. The three thieves sped off down an alley.
"Why do they always run from the guy who already caught them?"
He followed them down the alley. Luckily it was a dead end. One set down his TV and came at him with a tire iron. By now he was a practiced veteran at dodging foreign objects. He came in from the left first, then the right. Then he threw it; easily avoided with a jump. In mid-air he webbed and tossed the tire iron back at the crook, right between the eyes. He never saw it coming.
"Strike three, your out."
The other two thieves had set down their stolen goods and were coming at Peter.
"Okay, boys. Who's next at bat?"
One of them picked an iron pipe from the ground and patted it in his hand before swinging it down at him.
"Come on, guys…"
The third crook comes from behind his partner with a trashcan. He throws the garbage toward Peter, but misses.
"…get serious here!"
The third throws his trashcan up attempting to hit, but Peter dodges easily by kicking the second crook into the third. He binds them with webbing before picking them up and placing them in the trash can. Spider-Man looks back out the alley to see a crowd watching him.
"Hey, call the cops, will ya? Or maybe the garbage men."
With that he leaps onto the side of a building and webs the three TV's together, carrying them back toward the store in a cocoon.
He lands in front of the store, placing the sets in front of the owner.
"Here you go. I believe these are yours."
The grateful man replies.
"Thank you, Spider-Man! Here, you can have one of these older models on the house, if you like."
"No thanks Pops. I like to travel light."
Spider-Man slings a web onto the building across the street to swing away, but a news bulletin on the window TV's catches his attention. He flips backward off the building onto a streetlight and watches with the gathering crowd.
The female reporter speaks quickly.
"This is Caroline Short here with breaking news."
She is standing at the New York City docks next to the water. People are running and screaming past her and the cameraman as she speaks.
"As you can clearly see behind me, a meteor…yes a METEOR… is heading towards New York City. It seems to be heading in at an alarming speed, bent on smashing down into the harbor. All air traffic has been rerouted from the vicinity and citizens are advised to stay in their homes. Oh! There's Col. Fury! Col. Fury can you give us any comment on this crisis?"
Col. Nick Fury is running past and yells back
"You damn fools, get the hell out of here! Now!"
The reporter looks startled as Wolverine runs up to her.
"You heard him, clear out!"
Wolverine growls, annoyed, extends his claws, and slices the camera, cutting the feed. The screens turn to static, and everyone in the street runs back to their homes.
Spider-Man swings away down the street toward the docks.
"I'd better see what I can do before I go check on Aunt May and MJ."
New York was a weird place, but meteors? As he swings he sees people below running in the opposite direction. Depending on how large that thing is, it could send a wave through the city streets. He sees it, still hanging in the sky, like a falling inferno. As he stared at it, he thought he saw a smaller meteor following it. It was probably just a piece breaking off. Hopefully the comet would get smaller before it hit the water.
Damn! He thought he could have destroyed it before it had gotten into range over a city. Now he was being pulled down too. His radar-jammer was still functional, but his physical camo was failing. His weapons were fried too. He needed to get down fast. He was passing by his quarry.
He turned as hard as he could toward a large water mass in the center of the city. The exterior scanners were still functioning… barely. The scanners estimated the water mass's depth. It was deep enough to absorb enough impact. He noticed that smaller pieces were breaking off of his quarry. The pods. Oh no. But it was too late to do anything. Hopefully the master ship would pursue him when he didn't return. He would just have to eliminate the threat on his own. He couldn't rely on the intelligence of the law enforcement of the planet.
He locked in the trajectory for the water mass and secured his weapons and breathing equipment. He leapt into his sleep chamber but didn't activate it. He secured it shut so he wouldn't sustain injury in the crash.
It had taken only minutes for he and Wolverine to arrive I the city. He wasted no time setting up a S.H.I.E.L.D. operation at the docks. According to Lieutenant Blake on the helicarrier the object was going to touch down in New York Harbor on the border between New York and New Jersey. He had confirmed reports that it was breaking up, but he didn't know whether that was good or bad thing. The smaller pieces were going to rain down on the city. He had cleared all of the civilians out of the dock area, except for that stupid reporter. Transport trucks were rolling in, bringing in soldiers, scientists, and weaponry from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York base. It was going to touch down in about twenty minutes and he was going to be ready. The U.N. would be on his ass if he didn't examine it first. Damn he hated space.
He had finally taken a break from giving orders are was just watching it come down. Wolverine came up behind him.
"Anything I can do, Fury?"
He thought for a second.
"Sorry Logan. It's all pretty sensitive equipment. Even I don't know what the white-coats are doing with it. You can go if you want. Find that bar of yours."
He heard the sound of webs being spun in the background. He called back to Wolverine, who was walking away.
"And tell the incoming web-head to clear out, too."