Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

In Hutt Space, a lone starship emerges from hyperspace and flies toward a planet with a bright light on its surface, so bright that it can be seen from space.

"We're here," Anakin announced from the pilot's seat of the Dusk.

"Na Shada," Obi-Wan said after a moment. "The smugglers' planet."

"That's not what we used to call it," Anakin said with a derisive snort.

"Getting used to it?" Peter said, glancing at the Jedi.

Skywalker looked away from the others and let out a heartless sigh.

"Back on Tatooine, that's where I lived before I was taken to the Jedi Temple," Anakin revealed.

"Tatooine?" Peter muttered. "Where?"

"The Outer Rim," Anakin said. "In case you're wondering, we call this place Little Slagland because the Hutts control it.

Skywalker's tone indicated that he didn't want to dwell too long on the subject of the group, and Steve and Peter exchanged a look before they both turned to Obi-Wan, who stared silently at his former student until he was facing the planet they were now descending upon.

They eventually found a landing pad that didn't require any kind of permission.

Upon arriving at Na Shada, the group is hit by an unusual smell, overly bright lights and an eerie feeling that they are now being targeted.

Not because they did something to upset someone.

Just because they are here, that’s how it works here.

This is a disturbing phenomenon, to say the least.

“Okay, now… this is…” Steve said dryly as he surveyed the area.

It is indeed a large city, like Coruscant. However, when viewing it up close, the group can see how polluted and dangerous it is.

The more legitimate businesses are located in the higher levels of the planet, while the seedier businesses are located deeper below.

The legal one will consider all things in good faith.

The underground area is where the criminal gangs are and they change every once in a while.

It's a great place to get goods, transportation, and information.

Mostly through aggressive or unethical tactics.

All in all, it's not a good place for any Jedi or Avenger to be.

Obi-Wan took a moment to take in his surroundings.

"What's that smell?" Peter asked, wrinkling his nose under his mask.

"What smell? Pollution, festering and rampant corruption, shady corporations, or rotting corpses that might be nearby? Anakin asked rhetorically.

"Well, it gets dark really fast here, Anakin," Peter said in a dry voice.

"Let's get moving," Steve said. "Don't just stay here."

"Agreed." Kenobi nodded, and the group left their spaceship because many people were staring at them.

As the group began walking through the streets of Na Shada, they moved cautiously, remaining vigilant as they knew they were in a hostile environment.

The people around them are either criminals, bounty hunters, pirates, smugglers, opportunists, or all the other scum of society.

What the group doesn't know is that while they're tracking a rogue mercenary from Earth, there's another Earth-born native on Na Shada at this very moment.

On the lower level, a man with a scruffy beard sat at a table in a shop he had set up, which was just a cover.

At this moment, the man held a piece of purple metal in his hand, and he sniffed it deeply.

"Ah~" the man exhaled, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Perfectly made. I'm glad you managed to procure this for me.

"If I had known you would do that, I would have bought you some spices," said the rude Quaren.

The bearded man gave a maniacal chuckle.

"This gives me the feeling I want," he said with wild delight, holding up the metal in his hand. "This is what I want."

The man then grabbed the metal in his hand with his other hand. It suddenly moved and split apart, revealing its robotic innards, where the metal was stored.

"Now then," the man said, staring at the crowd in the store. "What's our next order—"

"We have Republic stooges here!" a voice called from the doorway of his shop, prompting many to look at the newcomer. "Jedi Knight."

In an instant, many people present began to rush to leave.

The man watched in utter confusion as they scrambled to evacuate the area.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! What are you guys doing?" the man with the advanced robotic arm shouted angrily. "We still have business to do."

"There's no choice. We have to go. The Jedi are coming.

"What the hell are you doing? What the hell is a Jedi?

"Them," the man he was talking to pointed behind him.

The man with the robotic arm turned around and froze when he spotted four men walking down the other end of a path.

"It's the guys with the silver hilts on their belts."

This one doesn't really focus on the Jedi, but rather their companions.

"Avengers..." he muttered under his breath.

He acted cool but he spotted the youngest of them all.

He clearly remembered seeing him when he last returned to Earth before coming to this galaxy.

"Spider-Man..."

In this case, he needed to pack his bags quickly and get away before he was caught by people like them.

The man shook his head. Now, he'd better get out of here.

Whenever the Avengers showed up, chaos was sure to ensue, and he'd rather not get caught up in it like he had the past few times.

The two Jedi and two Avengers wandered around aimlessly as they were unsure of where to go in this crime ridden city.

"Where do we start?" Steve asked, looking around.

"Not sure," Anakin admitted. "This is Na Shada we're talking about. We can't walk around and ask people if they've seen who we're looking for."

"So what can we do?" Peter asked, glad he was wearing a mask now because this place was really creeping him out.

Anakin muttered to himself thoughtfully. "Peter, is your tracker still working?"

"Uh, yes, it is."

"Then we find the ship and go from there," the Jedi announced. "They may have left it behind, but this is a clue. They may be nearby. If not, we ask around from there."

Peter quickly activated his tracking function in his suit, his mask HUD clearing a path for him, Spider-Man took the lead and ran in front of him, with the others following behind him.

As they followed the signal, they eventually came to a dirty and run-down warehouse, with the boat Rumlow was using on a separate platform some distance away from the warehouse.