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Prologe

CRASH!

"I told you you were gonna crash" sighed a boy with curly brown hair and deep auburn eyes though his smile was light and airy, his eyes where fall of concern. From his rundown patch work of a laptop, he looked over another boy who was sitting on the floor, his hands were grazed and his nice was bleeding but his face was full of devious delight. He had dark reddish-brown skin which was speckled with white patches like a inland surrounded by oceans on a map. His skateboard lay a few feet away, it was battered and the grip tape was basically non existent but the boy loved it.

"And you had thought he would listen?" A gentle voice said from above them. The skateboarder gazed upwards to see a boy doing a handstand on a metal pile roughly fifteen foot in the air, his auburn hair was covered with a red beanie, and his eyes where ghostly white. His legs still straight came down in a swift arc and he looped around the bar and then flung himself into the air letting his momentum propel himself into a flurry of summersaults before landing gracefully on the floor.

"The author made me do it" the skateboarder said somewhat angrily as he picked up his skateboard.

"Hmm the author just as they made me flunk my English essay" the boy with the laptop said.

"Yeah! Exactly!"

"So we'll all just characters in a book" the acrobat joked "I guess I'm orphan with a tragic backstory number twelve"

"I think being an orphan is a tragic enough backstory" The laptop kid stated.

"But if you want to be a hero you got to be kidnapped by a Middle Eastern terrorist organisation first" the skateboarder joked which cracked a smile among the group, they knew plenty of heroes seeing as they were in the alley by avengers tower.

They fell into silence with nothing but the quick tapping of the keyboard and the slight squeak of the skateboard.

"Hey Peter, what's the time?" The acrobat asked, after some time, as the shadow of the building to the right of him crossed his face.

"Errr about 8pm," the boy with the laptop, Peter, said his face falling, "we should head back the old crack head won't like it if we're late"

"Ahh come on PP he'll be to high to notice"

"The Bitch won't like it if we come back at all," the acrobat growled. "But the house would smell less like weed"

"Fine"

"Cheer up Wade" Peter encouraged as he slipped his arm around his friends neck, sending an electric pulse down both of their spines, "you nearly landed that Grindy move"

"Wait you looked up from your computer long enough to see-"

BOOM!!

The acrobats voice was cut off as an explosion sounded up in the middle of avengers tower. It was small, (for avengers towers at least) but still powerful enough to knock a lab table brimming with neatly ordered chemicals through the glass to ceiling window.

The three boys tousled each trying to protect the others as a rain of glass and chemicals rained down on them.

When the clean up team arrived at the alley way, they found the wrecked of the table and the window, but no signs of the three boys.

Notes

Italics are thoughts

Words in bold are my notes

The songs I've (so far) included are:

-Brother by Kodaline
-wanna start a war by Klergy

In this universe:

-the events of doctor strange take place a year earlier.

-Peter, wade and Matt are orphans living in the same foster home. They also sing.

Here are just some ideas of what the characters and places look like.

Wade Wilson

Matt Murdock

Peter Parker

Please note this story is being rewriten as such not all of the chapters have been released