Peter woke up to flames, and smoke everywhere. The remains of the plane were either on fire, or still smoldering. He groaned as he tried to push himself up out of the sand, arms straining with the sudden weight. He blinked the grogginess out of his eyes, looking around for Toomes. As far as he could tell, all the crates and tech that Mr. Stark was transporting were still there, some of it he noticed was also on fire and he couldn't hold back a wince. If Mr. Stark didn't kill him for destroying his plane, he was definitely going to kill him for destroying his tech. Peter finally managed to push himself up into a sitting position and he took a second to breathe in.
This was insane, it was carnage and for a minute Peter thought he wasn't going to have a chance to get home before he broke down, because everywhere he looked something was on fire. He stumbled to his feet, and all of a sudden, his body exploded in pain. He gasped and looked down only to see his suit torn to hell. There were slashes everywhere, and burn marks splattered across the suit. He vaguely remembered webbing Toomes up, and when he looked over to where he remembered talking to him he saw the man passed out, but still webbed up.
For a minute Peter wished he were normal, wished that he would have turned a blind eye to the plan that the Vulture had. He wished that he could have gone into the dance and met up with Liz and danced like a teenager was supposed to do. He wished that he could have had fun with his friends and his date, and he briefly considered how his life would be like if he had never been bit by that spider. Things would be normal, but Peter shook his head to clear the thoughts from his brain because he couldn't change how things were. He couldn't change the fact that he had crashed a plane onto a beach. He couldn't change that his dates dad was a supervillain, and that he chased after him, leaving her in the middle of the dance floor. He couldn't change the fact that every time he took a breath in, his lungs burned and he thinks that it's probably because he had a building dropped on him and who knows what he breathed in, and who knows what he broke, or punctured. He couldn't change the fact that he survived a building being dropped on him and he couldn't change that he survived a plane crash when he was on the outside of the plane, but he wishes he could. May doesn't deserve a nephew who could have very well died. He wishes he could change things, but he can't.
Peter looks back up, a new energy fueling him that wasn't before. He takes a step forward, swallowing in pain as his entire body protests the one step, and steps again, and again, until he hits a steady walking pace instead of a limp. He's needs paper and a pen, and he has no clue where to find that in the wreckage, but he picks a box and starts looking. He finally comes up with a scrap of paper and a barely functioning pen and scrawls a quick note that he attaches to the crate behind the Vulture with some webbing and turns to walk away when he finally hears them. Sirens wail in the distance and they're getting closer, and closer and he can feel the wind on his face, so he knows he doesn't have his mask on, its somewhere on the beach. He remembers the Vulture ripped it off during their fight. He can't let the police see him without his mask, they can't seem to decide whether they hate him, but he's not too keen on figuring out where their loyalties are tonight. He walks back to where he thinks the fight between him and the Vulture started, and sees his mask by some crates, its ripped and charred like the rest of his suit, but it will still hide his face, and his goggles are still there, cracked in one lens, but also still functional.
He sighs as he changes out the fluid in his web shooters, hoping against hope that he will have enough to get him back home. He can hear the sirens getting closer and closer, and sighs again as he surveys the damage that is littered across the beach. This is all his fault, if he were quicker or smarter, he could have stopped this before it came to this or letting a supervillain get away with the advanced tech that Mr. Stark had on the plane. He can see the lights on the emergency vehicles now and swings up to the top of the coaster. Peter isn't quite ready to try and swing his way back to Queens right now, so he settles for watching the emergency crews try and put out the flames. He should be less shocked when Happy shows up, after all he remembers now that this must have been the moving day that Happy and Mr. Stark had been talking about. If he thought that he was in trouble before, it's nothing compared to the anxiety that radiates through his body when he sees Happy walk up to where he knows the Vulture is webbed up.
The wind through his hair is calming, it's not often he gets to be up high without a mask, and it feels like when May will card her fingers through his hair after an especially bad nightmare. He's finally getting himself calmed back down when he feels his phone vibrating in his pocket, and he lets out a noise of shock that his phone is even still working. He pulls it out of his pocket and almost drops it when he sees Happy's name pop up, clicking decline in a blind panic, and the anxiety comes back in full force when it immediately lights up with his name again.
Peter decides he's had enough time to rest, and he is thoroughly uncomfortable sitting so close to the wreckage. He pulls on his mask, lets out one more sigh at the sight of the beach and jumps, swinging his way home.
