Heroes Of The New World

Naruto / Marvel Comics Crossover

AN/ I own nothing.

Talking

Thinking

Demonic Voice

Chapter 1

The world had reset itself. The House of M was no more and the alterations done by the Scarlet Witch had been fixed, leaving the world as it had been. There were only a select few who could even recall the truth of it all, but they said nothing. Only one person truly grasped the consequences of what had happened, and he was having a rather disturbing afternoon.

Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme was at a loss. There was no trail to the boy's reality of origin. Due to the fact that whatever he'd done had accidentally thrown him into this world, reality, or time, wherever he came from. The problem was that his arrival had coincided with the resetting of reality from Wanda Maximoff's created world. Basically, all trails had been erased. And it was with a certain amount of sadness in his heart that he told the boy this.

His name was Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze, former container to the Kyubi, and new heir to the title of Kyubi as he'd become a half demon. His partner, Kyubi, sitting at his feet, was the only one who seemed to understand what the elder man in front of them was saying. All he knew was that one minute he was fighting with that bastard Pain, and the next 'BOOM' he was thrown here. Then again, it had been his 28th birthday, and god always seemed to throw him curveballs on those days. Either way, the man was giving him a headache. "So, what are you saying?" he asked weakly, feeling his brain frying between his ears.

Kyubi looked up at him, a grim look on his muzzle. "The simple version…We're boned. He doesn't know where we're from, and I don't know where we are. So, again, we're boned."

A tick developing, Naruto resisted the building urge to punt the smartass kitsune. It was times like this that he could truly imagine the deity in charge having a desk with two buttons, one saying "Armageddon" and the other saying "Screw Over Naruto." "Oh well, so much for being Hokage. Hell, we could be in the future. So Konoha might be rubble…" he murmured dejectedly.

The one calling himself 'Dr. Strange' looked back at him with pity in his eyes. "I am truly sorry."

"It's alright, Doc. I'm a ninja after all. I'll adapt," replied Naruto with a shrug, falling back into his usual stride. "Umm, I don't suppose you could explain to me the workings of this world. If I'm gonna stay here, I'll need to find a place to stay and a source of income to pay for said residence as well as food for fleabait over here," he said, nudging the pissed of fox with his boot.

"Fleabait…I'LL KILL YOU!" and tried to tear into the blonde's hand only to be held by the scruff of his neck.

"Behave, or I won't let you have any rabbits," said comment leaving the fox silent with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

Dr. Strange looked at the two carefully, thinking about the options. "If you are truly in need, you may stay here for as long as you wish, or until you get yourself settled in this world." With a sigh of relief, Naruto heartily thanked the man. "As for a job…I'm unsure of what your qualifications are. If you were indeed a shinobi, there are many professions in the field of professional physical training. Considering your demeanor, you could probably make a fairly decent school gym coach, but those are only the professions I can think of offhand. Then again, if what you've told me is true, you would make a fine private detective."

"A private detective? What's that?"

And for the next few months he lived in the Sanctum with Doctor Strange and Wong. Wong seemed generally amused at the antics between the young man and his fox, for once having someone else in the building to who shared a never ceasing sense of humor. After hearing of Naruto's and Kyubi's tales, he often recommended that they write them down. Neither of the men seemed to mind the fact that he was a half demon, a hybrid. A fact that shocked him to no end, but was kind of nice.

During the daytime he'd actually started to do as the Doc. Had suggested and was starting a freelance detective agency.

Unfortunately, though things were going well, it seemed that walking out the door was an adventure all its own. He nearly screamed in pain at the acrid stench filling the air as he left the Sanctum Sanctorum. Wong had managed to get to him and had dragged the balled up hanyou back into the shelter of the Sanctum. It had taken some time but eventually he'd recovered enough to explain. His senses, as strong as they were had been overloaded by the awful stench of polluted Manhattan air. It had taken lessons from Kyubi on dulling his senses to even get him to approach the door again. And after his first day on the town, he never even wanted to see another 'hot dog' again, feeling nauseous whenever he thought about them.

But eventually, after his third month, the agency was up and running, even if business was slow. When he'd first started developing his research into this world, so that he might understand his clients better, he was amazed at the so called 'superheroes' that were all over the place. It was incredible that there were beings with such abilities here. No wonder Strange and Wong hadn't seemed too surprised by him, they'd probably seen it all before.

Currently, he was working a case for a small businessman who believed that a few of his workers were using his shipping company for illegal activities. Taking the case, he began staking out the shipping area, reading the personnel files that he'd stole-borrowed from the main office. There wasn't much to go on, but he'd learned to notice things that most wouldn't. Like, for example, a squeaky clean record. There was no such thing from he'd observed, especially in this city.

It was on his third night that he hit the proverbial mother load. A shipping container arrived off a ship that had a rather unique odor to it. Further observation revealed that the container was filled with migrant workers, and to his luck they were speaking a language similar to his own, even if the dialect was different. From what he was able to pick up from the distance, they were being brought into the country and sold as little more than slaves on something called a 'black market.' He had only seen such a thing once in the elemental countries, but even here it was a sickening sight.

After gaining all the proof he needed, he sent a shadow clone to deliver the digital photos to his employer with a simple message: "Send several ambulances." The police arrived on scene to find the immigrant workers milling around with the workers nowhere in sight. When asked where they were, with some difficulty in translation, the people pointed up. Attached to the loading dock roof were the workers who'd been in on the smuggling. They were held in place by beams of thick metal, bent around them, holding them to the roof. It would be in the newspaper that an unknown hero had unearthed the horrible things going on at the company. The owner was simply glad that not only had it been stopped, but that he'd acquired the proof to keep his company out of trouble. Other than that, it was nothing but cheating spouses and lost pets for months on end. Finally, he'd reached his breaking point.

"That's it! I've had it! I swear if I don't do something I'm gonna go nuts," he growled, laying down the book on meditation he'd borrowed from Wong. It was rather dry reading, but very informative, even if it didn't cover chakra. Pulling on some clothes, he left his room, pulling up the cloth mask over his nose. Closing the door to his room as quietly as possible, he made way for the back, kitchen door. His hand on the knob, "It's rather late to be going out."

He swore that Wong could have been in ANBU he was so silent. Turning, he found the older Asian man sitting at the table, cup in hand. "Back in Konoha, ninja are very active. Right now, I have so much energy I feel like I'm going to burst. I'm just gonna go for a rooftop run across town."

Wong eyed him curiously before nodding, accepting his reason. "I shall leave the door unlocked then." Most people would say that was a bad thing to do in New York. But even Naruto knew that no one would dare enter the Sanctum Sanctorium uninvited. He doubted anyone could enter uninvited. Bowing curtly to the man, he left closing the door behind him.

Wong sighed, shaking his head. "Young people, so much energy."

"You're tellin' me," snorted Kyubi, hopping up on the table. "It too early for breakfast?" the fox asked, salivating at the thought of bacon.

With Naruto: Yes! This was what he needed! The moon on his back and the rush of wind through his hair. He was clearing rooftops at amazing speed, bobbing and weaving. Sometimes he would run on just his two feet, and other times he would revert to bounding around on all fours. "Hmm, 31st and Main," he thought, recognizing the street. Diving from the roof, he fell over a dozen stories, relishing in the freefall. His hand shot out, grabbing onto an outstretched flagpole. Using the momentum of his fall, the pole bent before springing back, and he swung himself from the pole to an adjacent roof.

God how he needed to do this more often. Doing not much but work for the past months, he'd been slowly going crazy. He would have to start doing this more often lest he lose what semblance of sanity he held. To any who even had the slightest chance of seeing him, he was but a dark blur. Just as few would notice the black blur several hundred meters behind him either.

"Looks like someone's following me," he mused. Putting on a burst of speed, he made a long jump, flying through the air and landing on the roof of an apartment building, two buildings away. Sensing his tail was still pursuing him, "Oh, okay then. Let's see how good you really are." He cut loose. Instead of restricting himself to only rooftops, he began to go from one side of the street to the other, bouncing off the building sides like a hyperactive rubber ball. Rolling, he flipped end over end as he hit the edge of the latest rooftop, his body wrapped into tight acrobatic moves.

Nearby: She was following someone she'd seen sprinting across the rooftops. Normally, she wouldn't be too interested but for the fact that she didn't recognize the figure and that he, it had to be a he, was extremely quick and agile.

"Did he just get faster?" she wondered as the figure was a veritable blur. She had been following him for nearly an hour and so far she hadn't seen any explanation for his activity. If she didn't know any better…"Is he…jogging?" she wondered incredulously. It's not like it was an unlikely idea. There were times when she herself couldn't sleep without going for a late night run. A smirk crossed her lips, "Whoever he is, maybe this could be fun…" she thought, doubling her pace. Seeing her target rocket around a corner, she burst forward to keep him in sight. But when she reached the corner, she looked around it to find… nothing? "Where-" "Yo," someone said from behind her.

Stifling her impulse to react to the surprise of the person behind her, she whirled around. Her eyes widened as the figure she'd been chasing was now right in front of her. Leaning against the side of the rooftop access, arms crossed, was a tall, possibly 6'4", man with red streaked blonde hair. Giving him a quick looking over, as far as how he was dressed, he looked like a, well, a ninja. He was dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, a pair of pants with various pockets, and worn boots, his face concealed for the most part by a cloth mask. They did little to hide the fact that he was quite well built. His hair was a mystery, as it was a bright golden blonde with a red tint, falling in long gravity defying spikes. But it was his eyes that captivated her attention. They were a deep blue, cerulean maybe. The irises weren't round, they were slits, like a cat's eyes. And they glowed. All in all, she had to admit, he was quite good looking.

An eyebrow raised, "What?" he asked, confused at this woman's stunned silence. Silence. "Why do I feel like a piece of meat?" he thought. It was actually quite funny. Back in Konoha any kunoichi that even looked at him viewed him as Kyubi incarnate. At first he'd thought he and Hinata had something going but it turned out she just looked up to him, as a brother figure. The stigma of Kyubi had made it impossible to ever have a normal relationship.

Coughing to clear the tension in the air, "You know, it's kinda rude to stare," he said with a deep chuckle.

Blinking, Black Cat, remembered where she was. "Yeah, sorry," she answered not sounding sorry at all.

"So, not that I really care, but mind telling me why you're following me?" Naruto asked.

Crossing her arms, "I saw someone suspicious running on the roofs," she retorted bluntly. Taking a moment to remember that while he was dressed inconspicuously, he reminded himself that he also looked very suspicious.

"Oh, right."

"I don't recognize you. You new in town?"

"Pretty much."

"You a good guy or a bad guy?" she asked. It was never that simple, but as long as she kept him talking, she could try to get some information out of him. In response, his eyes crinkled into what could only be a smile.

"I tell you what. It's such a beautiful night, if you can catch me I'll tell you," and he was gone over the side of the building, heading to an adjacent lower rooftop. Cat couldn't help but smile. Deep down, she knew he was a Good Guy, but for now she planned to enjoy the thrill of the chase. It had been a while since she'd taken a break, and this new guy seemed fun. For over an hour they played their game of tag into the night.

A week had passed since he'd begun taking midnight runs. It helped curve the edge on boredom, but he had yet to see that woman again. He couldn't really explain it, but it had been fun, running with her on the roofs. Banishing the memory for the moment, he got back to what he was doing. His work had been boring as of late though. A few missing kids, several cheating spouses, and a lost cat, oh the excitement of it all. Days like this, he really missed A and S rank missions. Even worse, he was avoiding these scouts for another detective agency and they were getting rather annoying.

He'd moved out of the Sanctum but would pop in every now and again, if only to talk to Wong when the Doc wasn't in. Few people would call the apartment above his office nice, but he'd lived in worse for most of his life. So it wasn't too hard for him to make do. Still, that didn't mean he hadn't done a little work to fix it up. Another task taken due to boredom. He hardly spent any time in it though as he only really slept for three to four hours a night. It was the blessing and the curse of being half demon. Though oddly enough, Kyubi chose to spend entire days snoozing in sunbeams. The lazy little midget shit.

This night though, he'd come back from an eventful run across the surface of the Hudson. Some idiots had gotten drunk on their boat and he'd had to pull them out of the water so they wouldn't drown. And not moments after he fell asleep, to him anyway, did someone knock at his apartment door. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he stumbled to the door. Forgetting to look through the peephole, he fumbled with the locks before ripping the door open. "Yes?" he grit out automatically between clenched teeth before rubbing his eyes to make sure he was seeing what he was seeing. Okay, he wasn't expecting this.

"Naruto Namikaze? Good morning," came a sweet yet dulcet voice. In the doorway was a beautiful young woman with platinum blonde hair, dressed in a casual business suit.

"I'm sorry but do I know you?" he asked groggily.

"Not yet. My name is Felicia Hardy, I work for a large agency that does discreet research for other businesses."

He blinked owlishly, "Oh, you're one of them." Shaking his head, "I'm sorry but I like the private sector."

"Actually, I'm not one of the scouts. I'm one of the Partners at the agency. And do you like your small caseload?" she enquired. That hit him hard. It was true, being in a larger, more corporate setting there were a great deal more cases to choose from compared to what he'd been doing. The problem was that they tended to ask too many questions. How could he explain where or when he was from?

Felicia's P.o.V.: There had been word recently about a new private detective in the city. More astonishing was his record of success. The rare few cases that were difficult had been completed easily and with professionalism. And that was what caught the eyes of the agency she worked for. It was a well-funded detective agency that worked for several law firms. And they were good, they were very good. As far as careers went, it was at least a challenge, which was why she'd taken the job. And now this new guy had been caught in their radar and with his successes, they wanted to see if he would join. Unfortunately, he'd seemed to evade their scouts with practiced ease. And it had reached the point where more drastic steps were needed to make contact. Hence, the 4:30 AM wakeup call she'd just given him. Though she had to admit, while there were no pictures of him, she hadn't expected someone so…good looking. For a brief second, when he'd first opened the door, she thought she'd seen his eyes shift, the pupils slitting, but only for a second and she shook it off as being a trick of the morning light. He was in only a pair of pajama bottoms and apparently chose to sleep shirtless as she privately ogled his toned upper body.

"I'd rather have a small case load than to only work for the elite. On the street, the rules are different. They are fluid, ever changing and dangerous…just how I like them," he answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

She had to admit, it was true. There were many times when she had thought about quitting, only to remember how much they paid her. The world was so much…tamer, working cases for attorneys and law firms. Most of her cases didn't involve any fighting or creativity, just sneaking around highly secure areas where the slightest detail was already planned out. He was right, on the street, things were far more spontaneous. And she doubted there was anything she could say that would change his mind. But still, "So that's a 'No' then?"

"Absolutely."

"For now, at least," she answered back with a cheshire grin as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.

Sighing, he walked the short distance to his bathroom. "Time for a cold shower," he muttered to himself, ignoring the jibes that Kyubi was throwing at him. In retaliation, he threw a folded towel, knocking the unruly canine from where he lay on the chest of drawers. It didn't help him that foxes, like the very fox that was now part of him, were promiscuous by nature. And this 'Felicia Hardy' as she'd called herself was freakin' hot!

Later That Night: Closing the door behind him, he locked the various locks before stripping away the button down shirt and his pants, changing into more durable clothes taken from a chest at the base of the bed. The night was fairly warm, so he chose a short sleeve shirt instead of the longer sleeved one he usually wore. Once he was sure no one was looking, was out the window like he was shot from a cannon, making it from the window to the other side of the street in one swift jump. Grinning beneath his mask, he mentally challenged himself to see how fast he could make it across the city.

"Ahhhhhh, better," he mentally sighed as he lay down on the rustic stone gargoyle extending from the massive skyscraper. If he wasn't so worried about being spotted, he would spend the entire night there as the night air bore only the slightest chill. Still, as wind ruffled his red tinted hair, his eyelids began to lower. He felt so free up here, and it was fast putting him to sleep…almost.

"Hey there, handsome," came a familiar silky voice. Cracking open an eye, he saw a familiar white haired beauty leaning against the building's side.

Opening his eyes he found the seductive blonde leaning over him, her impressive bust struggling against her suit, and giving him an eyeful of her magnificent cleavage. "Cat?"

"You know, I've told you my name but you still haven't given me yours. C'mon, help a girl out," she pouted amusedly while trying to hide a smirk.

"Who knows? Maybe I'll tell you tonight…or not." He couldn't help but leave that last little jab, something he'd picked up from Kakashi. She let out a small hiss, crossing her arms in playful annoyance. This was something of a pattern between them; both were free spirits who hated to be held down, restrained. And as such, each had a less than serious attitude regarding pretty much everything.

"So…watcha doin'," she asked in an intentionally childish tone.

Sighing in frustration, "I guess the better question is what do you want to do?" Her grin grew into a mischievous smile.

"Well, I heard there was this drug operation downtown-"

"-And you want me to back you up," he sent a mild glare back at her. "I thought you didn't know if I was a 'good guy' or not."

She smiled back at him ruefully. "You don't need to be a 'good guy' to beat the crap out of really bad guys." She knew that, like her, he was in the gray area of heroes; good in nature but less bound by the rules. And just like her, he grew bored, very easily. "Well, if you don't want to…I guess you could just stay right here and do nothing for the rest of the-"

He was on his feet before she could finish the sentence. "Shall we?" he asked in a newly energetic mood. As they took off across the rooftops, she couldn't help but smirk. "Hmm, intelligent, tall, strong, handsome…and I can wrap him around my little finger. He's perfect," she thought to herself.

Later:

"Was that really necessary?"

"He shot at me!" she protested.

"And you felt it was necessary to tie him up and hang him from the rafters…naked."

She refused to answer his statement, instead preferring to step into his personal space. "You know those were some interesting moves, handsome," she purred at him, her clawed finger tracing his jaw line. As she'd hoped, he was thrown way off his game from such an approach, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Uuumm-"

"-Aww, is someone feeling a little hot under the collar?" she insinuated playfully, giving him a toothy grin. Her fingers went up for his mask and as her claws slipped under the fabric he was snapped out of his surprise. His own arm shot up, his hand capturing hers.

"Nuhuh, never on the first date," he chided, playing at her own game. She swore his eyes seemed to glow more brightly as what she knew to be a smile grew under the mask. "I'll see you around, Cat," he said before disappearing.

"Damn," she thought in disappointment, "So close." Though she didn't know what was more disappointing, not seeing his face, or missing a chance for a kiss.

"Oh, I almost forgot," someone whispered over her shoulder, spooking her before she recognized the voice. Turning around, she was mildly surprised to find he had returned.

"Forgot what?"

His eyes twinkled mischievously, "This." Reaching up, he peeled away the fabric of his mask down to his chin, revealing a chiseled jaw and a fanged smile, and added to the wild red hair and glowing eyes he looked positively feral.

"Wow, he's hot," she thought. And before she could react, the few feet between them were closed and her lips were locked with his own. Surprised at first, she took a second to respond. Her lips, still locked with his, turned up into a toothy grin. "He's good at this, too," she thought to herself. To her disappointment though, he pulled away, a fang exposed in his smile as he replaced his mask.

"Now I can go," he finished, stepping back out of her arms. Hesitating, he leaned back toward her and whispered in her ear. "You can call me Fox," and he was gone like the wind.

Still slightly stunned, it took several seconds for her to get moving. "I am gonna get some more of that," she swore to herself as she leapt off the roof towards her apartment. "Fox, huh?" she whispered, grinning.

Getting back to his apartment, he closed the window behind him. "You smell," whispered an apparently awake Kyubi from his position on the bed.

"Busy night," Naruto responded.

Cracking an eye, "You smell of a female," causing the once again blonde to stumble in his footsteps.

"I met Cat again," he answered as he headed for the small shower.

"Ahhh, I see the attraction, then," outwardly mused the demon fox, seemingly quite amused.

After a few minutes, Naruto returned from the shower, drying off he raised an eye at the fox. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Kyubi shook his head, "Dangerous, sexy, a tease, strong and crafty. She's more of a fox than a 'cat'. And she's the only female that you really interact with."

"Not true. I talked with the Starbucks girl-"

"-But you didn't pursue a relationship."

Naruto paused thoughtfully. It was true; he hadn't tried for a date. There was just something missing there. "'Cat' can keep up with you which, in your mind, makes her available." Staying silent, he shoved the fox over as he got under the covers. Really, he didn't know what to say. "And she's got a nice ass." Naruto groaned.

AN/

Alright, this is just to see if I have what it takes to write a Naruto / Marvel crossover. While I would appreciate feedback, if you hate it it's your fault for reading it. Recommendations welcome.