A normal day for Peter Parker consisted of the following: Go to school, suffer through schoolwork, and then go patrolling Queens as Spider-Man.
Today was no different. Peter was currently swinging his way through an alleyway after eating his daily dose of Delmar's. I hope something at least remotely interesting happens today, he thought. Shooting a web across the street, something crashed into Peter and caused him to miss his target and fall. Peter saved himself from a broken bone by tucking himself into a roll at the last second.
Standing up, Peter saw a robot land on its feet a couple yards in front of him. I didn't mean this kind of interesting! Peter complained mentally. Peter started to observe the robot in front of him. The robot was tall and humanoid. It looked like it was made entirely from iron, and had slits for eyes with red light in them. So far, it wasn't attacking, it just seemed to be observing.
"Hey, you hunk of metal, what the heck do you want?" Peter called to it. The robot turned its head to Peter slowly. Its eyes narrowed. Uh-oh.
The robot attacked. Peter managed to jump out of the way.
"Karen! Analyze fight pattern!" Peter said, continuing to evade the robot's attacks.
"On it," Karen replied.
Peter swung his way through the streets, trying to avoid contact with the robot.
"Incoming call from Tony Stark. Would you like me to answer?" Karen asked.
"I guess answer it Karen."
The call came through.
"Hey I'm a little busy here, Mr. Stark. Is this important, cause I kinda got a crazy robot following me," Peter said.
"Pete, listen. I don't know where they came from, but these robots are all over the place. Think you can meet up with us?" Mr. Stark's voice sounded slightly winded.
"Yeah, I guess," Peter replied, swinging around a corner.
"Great. I'll have Fri send coordinates. See you in a few, Spider-ling," Mr. Stark ended the call.
Ugh, I guess I have to deal with this one before I can go.
Quickly webbing the robot up and punching it in the head, Peter followed Karen's directions to Mr. Stark.
"You have arrived at the coordinates," Karen said.
"Huh? But, where's Mr. Stark?," Peter said, confused.
"Look up, Peter," She replied, sounding exasperated.
Peter tilted his head skyward. "Oh, right."
Iron Man was flying around, a group of the robots flying after him. As Peter watched, he could see that the other Avengers were there as well. An arrow would fly from the top of a building, hitting a robot and exploding. He could hear a distant clanging from down the street. There was an occasional strike of lightning, and Peter could hear roaring.
"Oh my god oh my god ohmygod! Karen! Do you think Mr. Stark will let me meet everyone else after this?" Peter whisper-yelled.
All of a sudden, Peter heard a chorus of slightly breathless chuckles.
"Wow Spider-ling, I feel underappreciated. I'm pretty sure you weren't that excited when you met me. By the way, you're connected to the comms now." Mr. Stark's amused voice came through the speaker in Peter's mask.
Peter's face burned with embarrassment. "Oh my god," he squeaked.
"You gonna stand there the whole time, or are you gonna come help?" Mr. Stark said dryly.
"Oh, uh, yeah."
Peter flew into action, helping to incapacitate the robots. With only a few scratches, Peter was feeling pretty good. As he swung at a robot from behind, he noticed a small opening on the back of its neck.
"Hey, Mr. Stark? I think there's some sort of control panel on the back of their necks. It might make it easier to take them out."
"Go for it, Underoos."
Peter swung toward another robot and managed to grab the back of its neck. He jabbed his hand into it, hoping to disable it quickly. He ripped out come cables, and the robot dropped.
"Hey, the worked pretty we-" Peter was cut off by the robot exploding with a piercing shriek. Peter somehow managed to cover his head, but couldn't cover his ears. The pitch was unbearable, and Peter dropped, letting out a low moan. Or, at least he thought he had. Hadn't he?
Peter saw darkness.