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In Peter’s defense, it wasn’t like he exactly planned this.
To be fair, he hadn’t exactly planned any of this, but that didn’t mean he was at fault! Really, if anyone was to blame it was the alien dude who decided to attack New York City.
Peter did have a tendency to run headfirst into problems without a plan or backup. That’s what had happened. He’d been helping a little old lady who’d slipped and fallen when his Peter tingle went off. He’d looked up to see the sky above him bubble and froth before splitting like an overripe cherry. Out of the tear in the suddenly too-dark sky came a ship. It was black with what seemed to be fins propelling it. And this thing was big.
The good thing was that there didn’t seem to be many people on the ship, or at least not many people who got off the ship. It was, however, going straight for the Avengers Tower, which was very not good as there was a whole giant arc reactor under it. Not to mention all of the tech Tony had built.
It was the arc reactor they were after. Backup had arrived, primarily in the form of Doctor Strange. Whatever the aliens had done to the sky must be classifiably magic, or a big enough threat to get him involved. Especially as he didn’t know Peter at all. That still hurt. Peter didn’t know if it would ever stop hurting.
That led to where Peter was now. The fight hadn’t been going well. They were in the basement, fighting above the arc reactor. It was visible through the glass under their feet. One alien, who appeared to be in charge in some fashion, had been holding some glowing round orb. Peter was now clutching it to his chest after he’d managed to grab it from the alien.
He hit hard. It seemed like he had some sort of exosuit. It was hard to tell exactly. Peter’s head hurt from several devastating blows that probably would have killed the average person. As it was, his vision was blurred and darkening. His ears felt muffled.
It also probably didn’t help that he appeared to be falling.
It was also probably a bad thing that he was falling straight for the arc reactor. Peter reached one arm up to try and shoot a web. He could barely see where he was aiming. There was a reddish blur that was probably Strange fighting with the dark, shimmering shape of the alien Peter had been fighting.
Bright yellow and orange sparks started to fly around Peter. Everything was so bright. The sparks, the blue glow of the reactor, the slightly different blue glow of the orb against his chest, it was all too bright. Peter closed his eyes as he pressed the button on his web shooter.
Then all Peter could feel was the blinding heat.