Peter struggled to get on the suit quickly enough. He stumbled out of his room.
"Aunt May, I'm going out!"
"Ok dear!"
He rushed outside, slipped on the mask and began to rush towards the lights in the sky. He couldn't get used to it- aliens, fighting aliens, taking pictures of aliens (he'd brought his camera just in case).
Naturally he was terrified. He could die, and May would never know. Harry would never know.
Gwen would never know. For some reason that stuck out in his mind the most. He didn't really have any attachment to her, besides the fact they were kind of friends.
He stopped moving as soon as he saw Steve. He jumped down to Captain America, and laughed.
"Nice day for invasions, eh?"
"Gotta admit, aliens do pick great weather for conquering."
"You ready, Cap?"
"Ready as I'll ever be."
They got ready for war.