Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

Returning to the swamps of Naboo couldn't have come quicker, and when they reached the sealed bunker they were able to rescue everyone in time before more people died from the airborne virus.

Once everyone is rescued, steps are taken to properly eradicate the Blue Shadow virus once and for all.

The antidote was being produced at top speed as everyone in the underground bunker was transported back to the palace on Naboo and taken to the medical ward, where everyone alive was treated.

In one of the areas, Peter sat wearily in a chair between the two beds that Barriss and Ahsoka currently lay in. Spider-Man had barely moved from his position since they had been brought here.

In another area of ​​the medical ward, Steve stood not far from where Natasha currently rested.

"She and the others will make a full recovery if they get enough rest," Anakin announced.

"Glad to hear that." Steve nodded happily.

"How are Padme and your Padawan?"

"They're fine," Anakin said. "Speaking of which..."

Anakin recalled the hilarious sight of Peter wincing dramatically when Ahsoka had poked his unusually sore arm.

The Jedi smirked at the pained groan that Peter let out.

They seem to be awake now, because the three teenagers are slowly growing up after a short separation.

"I will never forget his astonishing performance on Na Shada," Anakin said.

Steve nodded. “Me too. I just knew the heroes in Queens were powerful, but actually seeing them is another thing.

“Yeah, he—Queen? Like that music group.

“There’s a place on Earth called Queens. That’s where Peter is from.

"So they named the place after the band?"

Steve rolled his eyes, knowing he needed to explain a little more about Earth culture to clear up some of the confusion.

"Look, remember New York? Yeah, it has five boroughs..."

"I never lost faith in you, Peter," Ahsoka said weakly.

"Neither have I," Barris said in the same tone.

Peter hummed softly. "That's good, because to be honest, there was a moment when I almost thought I was dead.

Peter soon felt a hand on his arm. He looked back and saw that the two Padawans had changed their positions on the bed. He smiled and raised his hands so that he could hold them gently.

"You did succeed," Mirialan said.

“I can’t do it without help,” the Earth boy said shyly, “but honestly… I really want to take a nap like Scott did after Godzilla Vs. Because staying awake is just too painful.

Ahsoka said with a grin, quickly poking Peter's shoulder and the teen groaned in pain and fell to the ground.

"Peter, what's wrong with you~?"

“Don’t be so exaggerated.”

"...I don't think he's acting this time, Ahsoka. Barris said after staring at the twitching Spider-Man for a moment.

Ahsoka cringed at the sight.

“…I’m sorry, Peter.

"Uh." was his response.

At this time, the lights in the medical cabin had dimmed, and the resting injured finally fell asleep.

Peter chose to remain still, dozing off in a suspended net hammock formed between his two friends.

Most of the time it was relatively quiet, except for the Mirialan Jedi.

The young Jedi found herself in a strange state where she couldn't sleep. Prior to this, she had talked with Ahsoka and Peter, met with her Master and Commander Gree, and even talked with some other Avengers and Jedi Masters.

The virus had really worn her out, and she was more than willing to take a nap to work off her tiredness.

She was the only one who couldn't sleep.

No matter how hard she tried.

She had considered using the Force and meditating into sleep, but her thought process and her current predicament overrode that.

One might ask, what is this dilemma?

Barris turned over in bed, facing Peter who was sleeping.

She stared at him with eyes wide open, unable to close them, Peter had fallen asleep. Her eyes were not tired, but reflected the train of thoughts and emotions running through her mind.

The more she thought about it, the darker the darker it felt inside her as she continued to stare at the super-powered boy who had saved her life.

While she was aware of the efforts of Master Kenobi and Skywalker, as well as Captain Rogers, in finding a cure for the Blue Shadow virus, the three knew very well who truly saved Naboo.

Subconsciously, without realizing it, her hand reached out and her fingertips brushed Peter's face.

He frowned slightly, but he was still sleeping soundly. What she didn't expect was that he reached out and grabbed her hand.

Barris didn't pull away, but continued to stare at him, her eyes fixed on the hand he was holding hers.

At first, Padawan was oblivious to her faster heartbeat and flushed cheeks, instead concentrating on gently squeezing Peter's hand in return.

A smile appeared on her face and she looked at Peter with affectionate eyes.

She blinked in Ahsoka's direction, a sense of relief beginning to wash over her, knowing that her two dear friends were still alive.

As soon as the feeling came, however, Barris realized what he was doing.

She glanced down at her hand still in Peter's and quickly pulled her hand away before turning and walking away from her friend.

Huddled up slightly, a rather conflicted expression appeared on the Mirialan's face as she sat hunched over with her chin resting on her knees.

She closed her eyes and tried to make herself fall asleep, but it didn't work, so her mind was in a tizzy as she lay in the medbay, the only one awake.

"Without emotions, there are..."

……

The jungle was dense, to say the least, and the trees were so tall that they almost blocked out the sunlight.

Lying on the forest floor was a man dressed from head to toe in a black suit, who was just beginning to wake up.

He groaned loudly, covered his head and slowly sat up from the ground.

The man mumbled curses in his native language and it took the man a moment to realize where he was.

The place was oddly familiar, but upon closer inspection, he realized that this place was not home. Not home as he knew it.

He carefully got up from the ground and squatted down.

Taking a moment to gauge where exactly he was, he didn't really recognize anything. Of course, that was to be expected, since that was his initial sober conclusion now that he was on his feet.

The trees were so dense that it was difficult for him to see anything.

Going through them seemed like a chore and he really had no idea what was waiting for him.

So, he sticks to doing what makes him most comfortable.

If it was really anyone else, it would be a pretty intimidating environment.

Tall trees, unknown flora, no idea what might live here and if it could be dangerous.

Intimidating to most people, yes.

But not for this guy.

He leaped forward, his gloved fingers extending into metal retractable claws, and gripped the nearest tree, scaling the tall bark with expert skill.

The man lunged forward several times like a predatory feline to cover more ground and began to use branches sticking out from all directions to speed up the process until he reached the top and…

The helmet on the man's suit retracts to reveal the confused expression of T'Challa, Prince of Wakanda, as he stares out at the seemingly endless jungle world before him.

Black Panther was completely at a loss as to what he could do now.

Where is he?

He called immediately into his communicator.

"Shuri," he said loudly. "Shuri, are you there? Can you hear me?

There is no reply.

"Spider-Man? Is anyone there? He tried again, but again, nothing happened.

Cursing to himself in Wakandan, T'Challa kept staring at the lush jungle he was currently in.

Now that he thought about it, this place didn't seem like anything he could find near Wakanda or on the African continent.

He knew about the Amazon rainforest, but...

These trees are taller than any tree you'll find on Earth. At least, that's what the Prince of Wakanda thinks.

He's not as smart as his sister, but he's no fool.

Either this is an unexplored area of ​​the earth...

Or, if he really wants to throw out a crazy idea, it could be somewhere else entirely.

Maybe another planet.

This was not the astral ancestral plane of the Black Panther. He was sure of that.

The helmet was put back around his head and he began to jump from branch to branch.

"What is this place?"

Finally, after what felt like hours, he saw something ahead of him and high up in the trees.

It looked like a platform of some kind, and from it emanated the flickering light of what was undoubtedly fire.

He quickly picked up his pace and began to run straight towards the platform, and finally, he jumped up and landed on the wooden floor of his destination.

What he encountered was something rather tall... and furry. It paused what it was doing - perhaps, judging by its appearance, it was cooking - and jerked its head towards the new panther.

T'Challa wasn't quite sure what this large creature was supposed to be, but it seemed defensive...it didn't attack him.

Slowly, he raised his hands in a soothing motion, and his helmet retracted. His suit seemed to frighten the creature momentarily, but it still watched him warily.

"...Hello." The Prince of Wakanda said calmly. "I hope you don't mind me asking you this, but can you tell me where I am? I'm confused because I came here so suddenly."

It quickly let out a series of grunts and growls.

He couldn't understand anything.

“…I don’t mean to be rude, but your words take some time to sink in.