Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

After being separated from Falcon, Daredevil went somewhere else, without a destination.

After wandering around for a while, hearing the commotion of passing clones and Jedi, he needed a better place to think clearly.

It didn't take long to get to the Temple Gardens, as it was probably one of the few open places that had a sense of tranquility. Not because of the Force, but out of respect.

There, he met another of his teammates, who was relaxing by a large tree nearby.

"Prince T'Challa."

"Matt." The Wakanda heir gave a slight nod and a grin. "Didn't I ask you to only call me by my first name?"

"I'm used to it." Daredevil replied nonchalantly.

The prince said nothing more, "This area reminds me of the gardens back home in Wakanda."

“I would say it’s a lot like Central Park, even though Manhattan does its best to keep it clean, it’s cleaner here.

“I tend to agree with you, but that would show that I am biased against my hometown,” T’Challa admitted candidly.

Daredevil hummed, choosing to sit next to the prince.

"It feels like we don't have a lot of time to talk," Daredevil said.

"Ok?"

Daredevil gestured as if nothing had happened. "As soon as you returned, we rushed to Jabium, fought a losing battle, and then Cap needed rescue while the war continued to rage across the galaxy."

Black Panther stared at his friend briefly, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well, I think you're right about that," the prince said aloud, thoughtfully. "We really don't have that much time to discuss what else we can do here besides fighting one battle after another."

"Honestly, there are a lot of things—"

"...Is something wrong, Matt? Black Panther asked, frowning at the blind man's silence, his right ear tilted upward.

"Hmm..." Daredevil responded after a few seconds. "I wonder how long he was there."

"Who?"

"I think the two of us should talk to someone." Daredevil said bluntly. "Would you mind coming with me, T'Challa? I'm sure he could use some friends to talk to.

"If it's important to you." The Prince of Wakanda nodded as he and Daredevil walked side by side. "But I want to know who you are referring to."

elsewhere...

Spider-Man sat on the edge of the Jedi Temple rooftop, just above the main entrance to the building.

He stared at the Coruscant skyline, his knees drawn to his chest, his arms folded around his chest, his head resting on his forearms.

The Queens native had a somber expression on his face, his eyes drifting lazily around as he looked at the many ships flying through the air.

Then his eyes drifted across the many areas where there was a high concentration of transports, cranes, Republic citizens, clones, and even some Jedi who were working to clean up the debris that was still obviously scattered around the city planet.

Spider-Man had actually spotted War Machine flying around once or twice, as well as the silver-blue Quicksilver running around to assist with the cleanup.

From what he had heard from his friends in the Clone Coruscant Guard, the cleanup was going to take a while since Ultron had launched such a widespread attack.

To be honest... this all makes Spider-Man uneasy.

A steady and seemingly endless stream of bodies continued to be discovered, and once discovered, they were immediately placed into body bags or coffins.

He had been helping out since his recovery from Jabim, but today, he just wanted some time to himself.

Just a day when he could be alone with his thoughts, thoughts filled with all that he had been through and what he had left behind.

All in all, very well done.

Spider-Man sighed and pulled out his phone, looking through some old photos.

He couldn't help but go immediately to one of the oldest images he still owned.

A month ago, he sat in a Manhattan cafe with a smiling Aunt May on his left and a smiling Uncle Ben on his right.

This was one of the last times the three of them spent time together.

Peter smiled at the old photo and looked through his collection.

He and Ben are at the museum.

Aunt May threw a small celebration for the start of his sophomore year.

His best friend Ned Leeds and he hold up a new chemistry set.

While the albums are all fairly cheerful, filled with stories that will last a lifetime, a sense of sadness overshadows them to some extent.

"So this is where you'll be all day."

Spider-Man barely tilted his head, then saw Daredevil sitting nonchalantly to the teen's right.

"Do you have any ideas, Peter?" asked the noble voice of the Panther to his left. "You seem troubled."

Spider-Man hummed. "You could say that."

"If you want to talk, we can be the audience." Daredevil said calmly.

"What's there to talk about?"

"A lot of things, surprising." The lawyer said kindly. "But... we will only go if you want.

Spider-Man nodded slowly, and the three of them stayed there for a long moment, no one making a sound or saying a word.

Only the ambient sound of ships flying around in the background blends in with the other noises of the city.

After thinking for a while, Spider-Man finally spoke.

"Do you think this is normal?" Spider-Man asked the two.

Both of them looked at him strangely.

"What do you mean?" Daredevil asked.

“This,” Spider-Man said, waving toward the city. “All of this. After all of this, after everything we’ve done. If we go home… will it ever be normal again? Will the life we’ve worked so hard for ever be the same?”

"Peter, you speak very philosophically and thoughtfully," Black Panther pointed out. "Would you be willing to share this knowledge with my sister?"

Despite his somber mood, Spider-Man couldn't help but hum at the humorous question and nudged the prince gently in response.

"If she wants to." Then he sighed. "But..."

Daredevil and Black Panther were silent for a moment, contemplating the teen's words.

Spider-Man continued. "I'm just a high school kid, and you're a lawyer from Manhattan, T'Challa...well, I can say you had an interesting life even before you came to America.

The Prince of Wakandan hummed at the last statement, though he offered no motive to deny it.

"But now that we're in a real war in space, will it be the same for us when we return to Earth?"

The three of them fell silent again, all of them thinking about the young boy's words.

A few seconds later...

“No…no, it won’t be the same. Black Panther accepted it almost reluctantly. “Nothing can go back to normal. Life like this is foreign to all of us. War changes people. Conflict changes people. Experience changes people. Nostalgia only goes so far. What we’ve been through since we got here…”

"I still hope to pursue becoming a lawyer," Daredevil admitted. "It's something my father instilled in me. But even though I know that, when we return to Earth, I can say for sure that I will never be able to see things the same way."

"Actually, I'm more surprised at how similar we are," Spider-Man said thoughtfully.

“So it’s easy to assume that with sentience comes the same problems that plague civilization and society in general,” Black Panther said. “Though I will use what I’ve learned here, when I become the King of Wakanda. Understanding what I see now, makes me realize that life for my people is pretty backward. Changes must be made to further Wakanda’s development and allow it to thrive in the future.”

"What about you, Peter?" Daredevil asked, turning to the teenager. "You still need to finish high school."

Spider-Man hummed at this. “Are you sure? So far, I don’t see the point.

"I imagine your aunt will be very insistent that you finish your education," Daredevil said. "If you choose to finish high school, you will have plenty of lessons and stories to tell your classmates."

"Like anyone in school would believe me...if I could just go back to school. Spider-Man said glumly.

"Don't we have cameras built into our suits?" Daredevil asked. "Besides, there's always private lessons to consider."

“I can imagine a lot of people on Earth could help and get involved,” the Wakanda prince said. “Shuri could probably volunteer. Totally . . . there might be limitations.”

"Restrictions?" Spider-Man asked doubtfully.

Black Panther elaborated. "If it's not them, then perhaps one of your superiors could do Colonel Fury a favor and get you some teachers to fill in the time you've lost."

"Have you seen that man?"

"No, do you have one?"

"Do not......"

"If he's anything like Mace Windu, then he can make sense," Daredevil said. "The other Avengers have said that they both look and act the same."

"However, from what I have heard from Mr. Stark and Natasha, Fury is decisive, competent, principled, and more like a lit fuse."

“I believe that will only happen if you test him,” Daredevil said. “Barton talked about the Colonel’s patience with Stark.

"What about our secret identities?"

Black Panther frowned at this, and Daredevil was stunned for a moment.

"I mean, isn't it a little suspicious that we're coming back around the same time as Black Panther, Daredevil and Spider-Man? The world doesn't know who we are underneath the masks.

"It's going to be an issue that needs to be addressed," Daredevil admitted.

“If you decide to go back to public school, maybe you might have to tone down your heroic image.

Spider-Man shook his head. "No. I can't do that. It would be irresponsible of me, and God knows what's happened on Earth since we've been here."

“Then I guess the best thing we can do is wait until the time comes for us to face this problem.

Spider-Man hummed.

"Thank you for listening," he said softly.

His fellow New Yorkers patted him on the back.

"Are you here for a meeting?" Daredevil asked.

Spider-Man shook his head. "I think I'll stay here alone for a while."

The two men nodded to the young man, stood up and left him.