Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts of a forgotten past.

Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction, the creatures of Grimm, set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void.

However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named 'Dust'.

Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone, darkness will return. So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called "free world", but take heed; there will be no victory in strength.

But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a small, more honest soul.

The shattered moon emitted an illuminating glow down upon the small town nearby Satellite. On top of one of those rooftops was an explosion of light, and what came out was a young adult named Peter Parker. He was dressed in casual clothes and held onto a backpack. He dropped it and looked around.

"What happened?" Peter asked. "Where am I? How…" He stopped his words when he looked at the celestial body in the night sky. "What happened to the moon?" He stopped to take a breath. "Okay, Pete. Just stay calm and think about this. Maybe… No, that's not right. Maybe…" Suddenly, he had a funny feeling in his head. "Spider Sense!"

Peter followed his senses to the streets and onto a group of men. Most of them were big wearing sunglasses and black suits with red ties. But the one at the center was different. He had red hair, noticeable eyelashes, a bowler hat, a white jacket, and carried a black cane. He reignited his cigar as he entered the shop labeled "From Dust Till Dawn".

"A shady guy with a bowler hat surrounded by fancy, generic goons wearing sunglasses at night." Peter described. "Yeah, that's not suspicious. Good to know that wherever I am, there's always a call for a hero." He opened up his bag and pulled out a red costume.

Inside the shop, the man in charge, Roman Torchwick, confronted the shopkeep while his goons went through the aisles.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust shop open this late?" he asked.

"Please." The shopkeep begged all afraid. "Just take my Lien and leave!"

"Calm down." Torchwick said. "We're not here for your money." He turned to his men. "Grab the Dust."

While most of the henchmen were draining the tubes of Dust, one of them looked in the back and saw a young girl browsing for comics. She wore a red hood over her head and had a pair of headphones on listening to music. The goon approached her and motioned for her to take the headphones on.

"Yes?" the girl asked.

"Put your hands in the air, now." The goon demanded.

"Are you… robbing me?"


"Ooooooh." The girl wasn't phased by the threat. In fact, she only smiled, for the man had no idea he just threatened Ruby Rose.

Outside of the shop, Peter just finished changing into his iconic suit. He perched himself on top of a lamppost and looked down.

"Okay then." He spoke to himself. The plan is I swoop in through the door and get the first guy I meet. I then web the door so that they can't escape. Then, I…"

Suddenly, the front window shattered when two figured were thrown through. One was the goon. The other was Ruby. The red-hooded girl with silver eyes stood over her victim while she let loose a large, red, mechanical scythe. As she posed on the street, even Peter was taken aback.

"Well, there's something you don't see every day."

"Okay." Torchwick said. He turned to his goons. "Get her."

All the crooks jumped out the window to gang up on Ruby, and that was the superhero's cue. He shot a webline to one of their feet and hung them on the lamppost he jumped from. The criminals and Ruby looked at the iconic suit Peter wore and was stunned.

"Seriously, guys?" he asked. "It takes all of you to pick on a little girl?"

"Who the heck are you?" Torchwick asked.

"Yeah, I'm kinda with the criminal on this one." Ruby said. "Who are you?"

"Me? Why, I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! Now, watch this!"

Spider-Man jumped up and flipped one of the goons to the wall, and then, he stuck him there with a cluster of his webs. He was about to get the last of the goons, but Ruby already took care of that with her skills.

Torchwick couldn't help but be disappointed. "You were worth every cent. Truly, you were." He turned to the two heroes. "Well, Red and—Spider-Man, was it—I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around…" He revealed a gun setting on his cane. "…I'm afraid this is where we part ways."

A red blast escaped the end of his gun, but Ruby and Spider-Man dodged it by flipping over it. When they landed back on the ground, Torchwick had gone. They turned around and saw him climbing a fire escape up the side of a building.

"Nice speed." Spider-Man pointed out. He looked at the shopkeep. "Hey, you doing all right?" The shopkeep nodded.

Spider-Man turned to go and chase Torchwick, but he already saw that Ruby had the same idea. He shot a string of web and followed her.

"Kid, what are you doing?" Spider-Man asked. "You can't get yourself involved in fighting a criminal. It's too dangerous."

"Same could be said to you." Ruby said.

"Please, I fought a guy with giant mechanical stilts who is scarier than eyelashes up there." Spider-Man returned. "The point is, don't…"

Suddenly, the two of them made it to the rooftop where Torchwick was.

"Persistent." He whispered.

"Give it up, fiend!" Ruby shouted. "You're outnumbered and you have nowhere to go."

Suddenly, an airship appeared from below opening a passenger door.

"What the…" Ruby asked.

"And that, kid, is called irony!" Spider-Man said.

"End of the line, you two!" Torchwick threw a red crystal towards the two of the heroes and fired his cane-gun again.

There was an explosion all right, but when the smoke cleared, not only was both Ruby and Spider-Man okay, but a new woman appeared that protected them both. She had a purple cape and clear glasses. Her name was Glynda Goodwitch. She then fired several purple bursts from her wand that hit the ship.

"What is going on?!" Spider-Man asked.

Torchwick entered the cockpit where a mysterious woman sat struggling with the controls.

"We got a Huntress!" he warned. The woman then let go and went to the open door while at the same time, keeping her face in the shadows. But the sight of her made Spider-Man's head scatter.

"Careful!" he warned. "Something tells me there's something big about this."

"I'm always careful." Glynda said.

Glynda and the mysterious woman threw different blasts at each other. When Glynda summoned a storm, the ship took the opportunity to disappear into the darkness. She didn't bother to follow.

"Okay, I'm lost." Spider-Man said. "Who are you and what's going on?"

"You're a Huntress." Ruby told the woman who saved them. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. "Can I have your autograph?"

The next thing Ruby knew, she sat in a dark room with no one but Glynda lecturing her.

"I hope you realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, young lady." Glynda said. "You put yourself and others in great danger."

"They started it!" Ruby defended. "And why are you mad at me? That guy with the red checkers outfit was as much involved as I was."

"I'll get to him after you." Glynda said. "Now, if it were up to me, you'd be sent home with a pat on the back… and a slap on the wrist." She swatted the table with her wand making Ruby jump. "But… there is someone here who would like to meet with you."

A new man walked in the room with a plate of cookies in one hand and a cane in the other. He had silver hair, a green suit, and small spectacles. He set the plate down and leaned in taking a good look at the girl sitting down.

"Ruby Rose. You… have silver eyes."

"Uh… thanks." Ruby said feeling uncomfortable at the comment.

While the man, named Ozpin, interviewed Ruby, Spider-Man sat alone in another room identical to the one Ruby was in.

"Hello!" he called out. "Anyone here? Look, I only let myself get caught 'cause I want some answers, so someone come talk to me."

In a few minutes, Ozpin and Goodwitch walked in with Ruby screaming in excitement running down the hallway. The door closed behind the two as they confronted Spider-Man.

"Hello there." Ozpin greeted. "Mind telling me your name?"

"I'm Spider-Man."

"He's not asking for an alias." Glynda said. "We want to know your real name."

"Sorry." Spider-Man said. "There's a closed agreement you need to sign first."

"Well, then, why don't you tell us why you have no aura?" Glynda asked.

"Our what?" Spider-Man asked.

"Aura." Glynda repeated. "The energy that surrounds all living things. The stronger we are, the more powerful our aura is. You can spin web, walk on walls, and possess great agility, but you have no sign of any aura at all. I'd like to know why."

"I have a theory." Ozpin said. "Do you know who I am?"

"Uh… Dr. Livingstone, I presume."

Ozpin grinned. "I get it now. Sir, it's all right to take off your mask."

"Uh… didn't you hear me?"

"Trust me. If I'm right, then no one here will know who you are."

Spider-Man was hesitant at first, but he eventually removed his mask revealing his face.

"I don't know who he is." Glynda said. "Do you?"

"Not at all." Ozpin said. "What's your name, young man?"

"Peter Parker. And who are you?"

"I am Professor Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy."

"Never heard of it." Peter said.

"How?" Glynda asked. "Everyone in the world has heard of one of the four greatest huntsman academies."

"Correction," Ozpin said, "Everyone in 'this' world."

Both Peter and Glynda widened their eyes as soon as they read between the lines.

"Hold on." Peter said. "Are you saying…"

"Indeed, I am." Ozpin said. "Mr. Parker, I have reason to believe the world you stand on now is not your own."

"But… that's impossible." Glynda said.

"In our line of work, Glynda, you should've figured out by now that anything is possible." Ozpin said. "Peter, why don't you start by telling us what happened to you?"

"Well, I'll try." Peter said. "I don't really know what happened. I rounded up my latest batch of crooks when I got a call from my friend, Harry. He told me his dad made a mysterious discovery he wanted me to see. I went to his company, Oscorp, and both Harry and his dad showed me some kind of crystal. They said it was some kind of meteorite. When I got closer, the crystal glowed and lit up. I think I got zapped. The next thing I know, I found myself under a moon that was blown to bits. If this isn't my Earth, then what is it?"

"Well, for starters," Ozpin said, "This world isn't called Earth; it's called Remnant. I don't suppose you have monsters of Grimm on Earth, do you?"

"Monsters of what?"

"Grimm. Destructive beasts that lay waste to every living thing in their path. It's up to people like me to teach the next generation of huntsmen and huntresses to combat against them and protect the innocent. I am the headmaster of one of the four greatest academies in the four kingdoms."

"This is strange compared to the usual craziness I've been through." Peter said. "I mean, the craziest thing that's ever happened to me was black, vengeful alien slime."

"You don't say." Ozpin said. "Well, Peter, it appears to me that you're stuck in this world, and I know no way to get you home. And as long as you're here, you have no records of existence and no home to go to. So I would like to offer you a deal. Believe it or not, I have a surplus of connections. I'm going to see to it that we find a way to return you home."

"If I don't technically exist here, what do I do in the meantime?" Peter asked.

"Well, as Spider-Man, I'd imagine you'd swing around town doing the same thing you did to Torchwick to any other crook. They've been unusually active lately, and they just keep spreading fear. Grimm are naturally drawn to negativity, so I'm hoping you'd put all that on hold. As Peter Parker, however, I was thinking of hiring you as my personal assistant. You'd be paid well and would take in some of the information of this world along the way."

Peter thought for a moment. "Well, I don't usually like sitting around waiting for an answer. I've got friends and family at home, including my girl, Mary Jane. But I don't really see any other way… unless clicking my heels three times saying 'there's no place like home'."

"I don't understand what that's supposed to mean, but I seriously doubt that's going to work." Ozpin said.

"Well, if it means I still get to save people," Peter said, "Then I made my decision."

On the airship full of new students, Peter Parker stood gripping his bag that held his Spider-Man costume. He kept it zipped tight so no one could catch a glimpse. He looked around and saw the same red-hooded girl he met the other night. She was talking to her half-sister, Yang, who was proud of her for attending.

"I guess she got applied." Peter thought to himself.

Peter's eyes were drawn to the news screen. Near the center was a mug shot of the red-headed criminal he fought alongside Ruby.

"The robbery was led by nefarious criminal Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities." The reporter announced. "If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact the Vale Police Department. Back to you, Lisa."

The image then changed to a bunch of people with different animal parts on their bodies. They were all holding up protest signs that read "We are not animals!" There was also a logo of a red wolf's head with three scratch marks.

"Thank you, Cyril." The other reporter said. "In other news, this Saturday's Faunus Civil Rights protest turned dark when members of the White Fang disrupted the ceremony. The once peaceful organization has now disrupted…"

The TV was cut short with Glynda's hologram appearing. Everyone watched and listened.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon! My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy. Out world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a tast, and now, it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world." That's when the feed ended.

"No pressure." Peter said to himself. He looked out and saw a castle-like school shining like its name. "Holy Hogwarts, Batman. I guess that's Beacon. Don't worry, everyone. I'll be back home before you know it."

Two sailors were busy packing a ship full of crates. When they loaded one, they were approached by a woman they never met before.

"Excuse me." The woman said. "Can either of you help me? I… I don't know where I am."

The two sailors looked at each other before turning back. "What?"

"I… I don't know what happened." The woman continued. "I was just at home, cooking myself a dinner, and the next thing I know, I'm right here."

"All right, ma'am." One sailor said. "We'll help you out. What's your name?"

The woman took a deep breath before stroking her red hair aside. "My name is Mary Jane Watson. And I'd like to know where I am."

Author's Note: I have been making a list of every good show Spider-Man might be great at crossing over. And right now, I am the most into RWBY. I believe I can make this into a great story if I play the cards right. Please, leave your comments about what you think. Any insight may help.