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Being a disabled superhero isn't exactly easy, but boy is it a lot of fun!
Y/n is what some refer to as a mutant, meaning they were born with the innate abilities they possess; such as teleportation and enhanced senses. Alongside this Y/N was diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome at the age of twelve. They of course knew something wasn't quite right before this as they found themselves clapping uncontrollably and squeaking as if they were a mouse. An oh so wonderful side affect of teleportation and Tourette's is the fact that any time they tic there's a chance their powers will misfire too and suddenly Y/N's in a tree outside their house.
While this often hinders them, sometimes it has it's benefits! Like when a burglar was inches away from connecting his fist to Y/N's jaw when suddenly they ticced and as if on cue, teleported behind the man. It's like the syndrome decides to be nice every now and then.
Today was not one of those days. An organised gang of criminals are robbing a bank and have a hefty collection of hostages inside. Y/N arrives long before the cops, surveying the best way to approach the situation from a distance. Using their enhanced sight they zone in on three masked figures guarding several face down civilians. Looks like the Avengers are now criminals as they each adorn a member of the hero team. Hulk, Iron-Man and of course...is that Antman? Not quite the same team but at least they have the spirit! They're armed and ready with assault rifles, a little overkill if you ask Y/N.
Y/N deduces that their must be a fourth and possibly even a fifth player in the game taking the role of the thieves hidden within the bank's vaults. If they remain calm, maybe so will their tics. Slim chance, but a chance at least! Safety for the civilians is top priority so, Y/N prepares to slip in and out with each hostage slow and steady.
The masked figures are looking away from the group, sole focus on the main entryway. The perfect time to strike. Y/N teleports closer to the bank, specifically the large window adjacent to the cowering people. Without a sound, they slip inside and wrap each hand around two hostages. Thankfully they stay quiet, not aware that Y/N is the one that's grabbed them. As quick as they entered, Y/N whisks away with their new friends.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" The more elderly man exclaims, running off towards a bin to vomit.
"I was so scared, thank you Teletic!" The other exclaims, wrapping Y/N in a tight grip.
"Of course Ma'am, but if you could let go. I have many more trips back and forth to do." Y/N asks, their voice sounding like an old toy that's batteries are almost dead. It also seems to echo despite the open air.
Making their way back inside and finding to new arms to grab, Y/N is surprised at how well this is going! They manage to get another pair to safety before the inevitable slip. With a painfully harsh jerk of their neck, Y/N's powers surge and suddenly they're face to face with...Ghostface? Oh come on, now we aren't even doing the same franchise! At least they can confirm there's only four criminals on site. "What the he-"
"So sorry for dropping in unannounced, I was looking for the bathrooms." Y/N feigns walking toward the exit, ready for the attempted grasp at their arm. "Hey, no touching!" They tease, capturing the thief's arm in their hand and twisting it roughly behind their back.
"Fucking hell, help!" He yelps, the deep voice indicating the menacing mask is hiding a masculine figure underneath.
"Drop, drop!" Y/N tics, resulting in the pair to spawn in front of the three armed guards. "Well shoot, this isn't good." They each level their sights on Y/N. "I didn't mean it literally!" Y/N raises their hands in defense, dropping the fourth member to face plant on the floor. "Yeesh, your buddy might need some ice."
"If you value your life, you'll join the others." A feminine voice demands, ushering Y/N toward the hostages with her gun.
"Sorry friends, I don't value my life." They shrug before purposefully disappearing in the blink of an eye. Using the distracted searching as a freebie, Y/N ushers the remaining hostages to grip onto them as quietly as they can. Of course the ego bruised criminal on the floor just had to notice and alert his friends. Thankfully Y/N teleports the remaining trembling humans away and not a second too soon as bullets fire shattering the window.
"Cutting it a bit tight there, don't you think?" A middle aged man grumbles.
"Would you prefer to go back?" Y/N chides, though it holds no real threat. Hallelujah, finally the screeching sound of sirens penetrates their ears. The cops are finally here and though their soundtrack is deafening to Y/N, they're grateful to have some sort of authority on ground.
Leaving the dishevelled people for the law, Y/N finds their way back inside, avoiding popping into their line of sight. That's when it happens. The one and only Spider-Man is mid fight with all four of the, seemingly no longer armed, thieves. Y/N spots the aforementioned rifles caught in a web on the ceiling, big plays from Spidey. He's holding his own however the straining of his body is clear indication of fatigue.
Y/N quickly joins the fight, taking half of the enemies to relieve Spider-Man of the load. "Spider-Man, I'm a big fan!" Y/N claims as they sweep the woman from earlier's feet with a kick, knocking her prone.
"Woah, where'd you come from!?" He exclaims, still never losing focus on the battle at hand.
"Here, there, everywhere." Y/N knocks the thief from the vault unconscious with a well placed punch to his already broken nose, if the blood dripping from under the ghostly mask is any indication. "I'm so glad to meet you, I do hope we can talk after this!"
"I uh-"
"Hold that thought." They say before a scream is cut off and suddenly they're gone.
"If that spandex motherfucker teleports away one more time I swear to-" Spider-Man steals the mask then webs the mouth of the complaining criminal.
"You guys aren't very original with your disguises. I mean, Avenger masks? How many times does this have to happen before people get creative." He mocks, earning a muffled replied.
"Hi!" Y/N, now suddenly in front of Spiderman, says, startling the boy despite his spider senses. "Aw, you finished without me?" They sigh, finding all culprits either knocked out or incapacitated.
"Wait a second, I know you!" Spider-Man announces, the eyes of his suit expanding ever so slightly. "You're Teletic! Dude, no way I just fought alongside you! You're, like, a legend in my scho-uh, just a legend really."
"Me? No way, you're the legend dude!" Y/N responds, matching the red and blue boy's energised tone. They elect to ignore the very clear fact that he nearly said school. So Spidey's still in school? He's just a kid? Damn.
"Mr Stark, or err Iron-Man, has been trying to find you for forever! You gotta come with me to-and you're gone." Spider-Man, now familiar with the condition Teletic is exhibiting after many, many, many hours watching clips of the teal and white hero in action, simply awaits their return.
"Sorry, I'm excited." They sheepishly say.
"No worries, I know what's up!"
"You do?"
"Yeah! I've watch so many clips of you, and fan theories too! A bunch of people agreed upon the theory that you purposefully disappear midfight just to annoy or confuse whoever you're fighting but, I'm fairly certain you have tics?"
"You really did research me, huh?" Y/N is beaming beneath their mask. "You're correct though, I have Tourette's and unfortunately it and my powers don't mix."
"Knew it! The name kinda gives it away too. I don't know why so many people miss it." He shrugs then his excitement from before blossoms anew. "Oh you have to come to Avengers Tower with me!"
"Uh, I don't know if that's a great idea." Y/N shrinks into themselves, confidence dwindling.
"Why not?"
"You've seen me, I'm literally a haphazard hero with little control, there's no way I'd fit in there."
"You'd be surprised. Trust me, plus Mr. Stark tasked me with finding you and I don't want to disappoint him."
"What the hell happened!?" A plump officer exclaims as he and several others tentively enter. Y/N and Spider-Man look around to see the absolute chaos the battle and earlier gunfire has caused.
"That's our cue!" Spiderman says, a smile clear in his tone. He quickly swings out the now broken window and Y/N follows suit, focusing on the boy's location and finding themself atop a building nearby. "So, are you coming?"
"Alright, but I don't know where the tower is so I can't get there from here."
"Wanna go for a swing?" Y/N can practically hear the smirk in his voice, this is going to be fun.
"Oh, hell yeah!"