Hello! Sorry I took forever but it honestly couldn't be helped. NaNoWriMo killed me multiple times, so I wanted to take a break after November for a bit.

Just a note, I'm not going to bother by staying true to the canon line. I don't want to worry about staying canon to movies that haven't came out yet, so from now on I'm kind of going to do my own things with the direction this story is going. Hope you don't mind.

Also, I somehow missed it but Tony actually sold Avengers Tower. I forgot that. I'm surprised no one had called me out on that.

Anyway, enjoy :)

Chapter Eleven: Not According to Plan

-Jin

Out of everything Peter had expected to happen during his Christmas break, getting kidnapped by a strange band of aliens was not expected.

It all started off so innocent. He was only doing his normal Spider-Man duties. Well, kind of normal. He wasn't actually in New York at the time. He was at some town around the border of Idaho and Utah. He and May were visiting some old friend of hers from college, so it wasn't like he actually wanted to be smack dab in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but sagebrush as far as the eye could see.

He went out as Spider-Man anyways. He was told to leave the suit home but did he listen? Of course not.

May's friend was going on and on about how her boyfriend she met online worked as some big shot CEO at some company in Salt Lake City, so you could understand why he was starting to get B. O. R. E. D. Bored. Yeah.

He wanted to stretch his legs. He didn't really expect to find any trouble afoot in the old suburb. Maybe a stray dog attacking an old man, possibly a squirrel stealing a napkin. He just wanted out.

So that was what he did. That was also when everything went downhill.

The town was small. The buildings weren't even tall enough for him to swing across. He jogged around a bit until the small amount of snow on the ground started to seep through his shoes. He surprisingly stopped a few crooks, mostly just teenage guys harassing girls—the shock and horror on their faces when Spider-Man came to tell them off was amazing—in the middle of the night. Otherwise, it was quiet.

He was starting to get bored around one in the morning. No one was out except for a really determined person who was working out. Peter was so bored that he actually joined in on the work out routine for a few minutes. Then he left, deciding it was time to head back because he doubted anything else would happen in the quiet town.

How wrong he was.

It was a light in the sky at first. Easily mistaken for a star, but it was moving. Peter thought it was just an airplane, but after a few minutes, it hadn't moved much, it was just getting closer. So then he thought it was a helicopter that for some reason felt the need to land in the middle of the smallest town it could find in the West.

But then it got closer.

And Peter got flashbacks to that one time Aunt May made him watch the whole Original Star Trek series with her on Netflix.

It was a huge ship!

He didn't even know how to describe it. It was almost like Star Wars and Star Trek got together and had a baby.

…

Weird way to describe it but that was the first thought that went through his head.

Anyway, it was descending at an alarming rate from the sky and one of its engines were on fire. It definitely looked like it was crash landing. Luckily, the wind in the sky was strong enough to guide it towards the desert instead of the neighborhood. A few minutes later, it slid in the desert, bringing up a giant cloud of dust, before it skidded to a halt, buried halfway in mud, rocks, and snow.

For a moment, the warning Mr Stark once gave him flashed in his mind. "If you ever, and I mean ever, come across an alien, call me right away!"

He climbed on top of a small house that bordered the town. Thankfully the ship crashed far enough away from both the neighborhood and the small highway that no curious eyes were seeking out the destruction. He considered for a moment calling Mr Stark but quickly banished that thought from his mind. Mr Stark was across the country. Not even Mr Stark could get from New York to Utah in just a few minutes. A few minutes that definitely would be filled with mystery.

He jumped off the house he was standing on and quietly sprinted towards the wreckage. It was eerily silent when he got closer to the ship. Some of its parts were burning, but thanks to the snow, not even the sagebrush caught. He lowered himself into a crouch and watched the ship for any signs of life.

He didn't know how lucky he should consider it when he didn't have to wait long.

A section of the ship was suddenly knocked out of the ship's wall. Peter barely had time to prepare himself before the first real life alien stumbled out of the hole.

He didn't know what he was expecting. If anything, up until he actually saw the being, he was skeptical that the ship even belonged to aliens. He thought that maybe the ship was a new Quinjet the government or someone had developed and its test run had gone wrong. Even it it was aliens, he could only imagine the Chitauri, or maybe Martian Manhunter. He certainly didn't expect a… raccoon?

Peter was in so much shock that a raccoon had jumped out of a hole in an alien spaceship that he hardly noticed the group of people that followed it out.

And honestly, seeing the rest of the alien crew only confused Peter more.

First out was a man who looked human enough. His hair was blond, which matched the slight amount of stubble that dotted his neck and chin. A large gun holster wrapped around his hips that were just barely visible under his red leather jacket that was worn tightly against his upper body.

Next was a woman who looked like Miss Martians hot sister no one had ever heard about. Her skin was a perfect shade of space alien green. Her hair was black with fiery red tips. She wore skin tight black leather that gave her a 'don't even breath in my direction' kind of look.

Following the scary lady was a man that could probably take Dwayne the Rock Johnson in a fight without breaking a sweat. He was big, buff, and blue. Stringy designs of red wrapped around his skin on his bald head and bare chest. His jeans were skin tight, which made the huge belt he was wearing kind of useless. On the bottom of his legs were two huge and very mean looking knives, strapped on in their holsters.

Hanging like a backpack on the back of the man was a tree. It was humanoid and almost as tall as the raccoon that came out earlier.

Almost immediately after the buff guy, a girl with slightly green skin and a strange pair of antennas on her forehead. Her eyes were huge and completely black.

Thankfully, that was all the aliens that walked out.

The leather jacket man, who Peter will for now on call Blondy, checked a weird device that looked like it escaped an eighty's vault. He groaned and rubbed his cheeks. "Of all the planets to crash land on…" he said. Peter was surprised because he honestly didn't expect English.

"Where are we?" asked Martian lady. She sounded annoyed, but Peter had a feeling that was her normal voice.

"Terra."

"Great!" Yelled Raccoon. Peter almost jumped out of his bushes in surprise. "You're stinking home planet. Whoop-de-doo."

"Hey, don't take that attitude you little trash panda!" Blondy yelled angrily. "It's your fault that we're even here!"

"My fault?!"

"You were the one who was supposed to keep an eye on Groot!" Martian snarled.

"I am GROOT!" Yelled the tree in defiance.

Like the tree—Groot: Peter was guessing was the name of—had suddenly started an all out battle, everyone started to argue. The blame game was a popular topic of their argument.

Once Martian groaned in frustration and just walked away to kick the ship and the Rock started all out laughing, Peter decided enough was enough. He hoped the aliens were as dumb as they all looked.

"I'm sorry but you're driving an unlicensed vehicle," Peter called out as he jumped out or the bushes, "I'm going to have to see your licence and registration."

Almost instantly, all of the aliens went into defensive stances. Weapons were drawn and aimed. Where did the raccoon even get the rocket launcher?!

"Woah woah!" Peter said. He lifted his hands up as if to say 'I mean no harm'. "I'm sorry to drop in like this but-"

"You did not drop in," the Rock said. Peter stopped mid sentence and looked at the blue guy in confusion. "You walked in."

Martian rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Okay… you're a bit dim…" Peter said slowly.

"I cannot be dim. I do not give off light."

Before Peter could argue further, Blondy some up. "Oooh-kay, who the heck are you?"

"I'm… uh… Spider-Man."

"Enough of this!" Raccoon yelled. Peter barely had time to prepare himself before the rocket launcher was shot in his direction.

The blond guy yelled "Dude!" angrily but Peter hardly paid any attention.

Spider sense screaming, Peter jumped out of the way and shot webbing at the broken down ship. He shot himself forward like a slingshot and kicked the Rock right in the chest. The Rock tumbled backwards and landed on his back with a angry yell. Peter didn't stop to look if the Rock landed on Groot because immediately he was forced to defend himself against Martian's knife. He dodged her angry swipe and shot the dagger/sword thing with his webbing.

She dodged.

He missed.

He didn't have time to time ponder that before his spider sense screeched at him to dodge out of the way. Immediately after he dodged, a blast of light just barely skimmed his neck. He looked at the shooter, Blondy.

"Is that a pew pew gun?!" He asked as he jumped away from an angry raccoon. He webbed the raccoons feet to the ground. "I love pew pew guns!"

Martian came at him again and raccoon somehow ripped himself out of the webbing. Peter barely had enough time to dodge another blast from the too-large-of-gun for the over glorified rodent before a strong pair of muscular blue arms wrapped around his middle and tackled him to the ground.

With a bit of struggling, Peter was able to kick the Rock off of him but immediately after he got free from the blue guy, something viney wrapped around his ankle and swung him into the air. Before Groot could knock him into the ship like a bug, Peter webbed onto the ground and forced himself out of the vines. He tumbled onto the ground and stood up, taking deep breaths.

He only had a few moments of rest before the raccoon started to rapid fire at Peters direction, screaming.

Peter did his best to dodge all of the explosions, but not even his spider sense could catch and predict everything perfectly. A blast of light hit just a few inches from his feet and blasted him into the air. Ears ringing, Peter tumbled and rolled on the ground.

He groaned and pushed himself to his feet. His spider sense struggled to warn him of the charging attack from Martian, but he was able to dodge out of the path of her sharp weapons and punch her in the gut. His senses were all out of whack so he hoped that he didn't hit her too hard, but the way she choked on her breath and doubled over to grab her stomach didn't give him much hope.

Before anybody else could charge or shoot at him, he retreated back a few paces. His heart was racing and everything sounded far away, like he was submerged underwater. "K-Karen, call Mr Stark."

"Okay, Peter," she replied.

Peter swallowed and looked at the group that were all in defensive postures. Martian pushed herself to her feet and wiped the corner of her mouth angrily. Nobody really looked like they wanted to make the first move—again—against Peter. Peter didn't really want to make the first movie either.

"How about a truce?" Peter asked. He tried to keep his voice steady, luckily he was able to.

"What are you?" Blondy asked, completely ignoring Peters statement.

"A superhero I think," Peter said. He sucked in a breath of air when Me Stark answered his phone.

"Yo kid," he said. Peter didn't answer and continued to talk with the invaders. He hoped Mr Stark would catch on.

"A superhero?" Blondy asked skeptically. "Those are only in comics."

"Alright. Clearly you haven't been to Earth in the past decade."

"Peter, what's going on? Who are you talking to?"

"Listen, I don't want trouble," Peter said. "I just want to know whether you guys come in peace or not? The last time we had aliens, they kind of destroyed half of Manhattan."

Mr Stark swore and Peter knew he had gotten the message.

"Then why did you fight us?" The Rock asked.

"The raccoon shot first!"

"Don't," the raccoon snarled as it hefted it's giant gun into its shoulder, "call me a raccoon!"

"Hey, no more fighting!" Blondy yelled.

"Peter don't agitate them, I'm on my- what are you doing in the middle of nowhere?!"

The Rock seemed to take the command not to fight as a suggestion to actually do so. He charged at Peter and Peter instinctively dodged and kicked the big guy in the back of the knees. He went down like a tower, clearly not expecting Peter's strength.

Raccoon decided it was high time to join the fight too. Before Peter knew it, an angry blue guy, a raccoon, a tree, and a reluctant Blondy and Martian were all fighting him like wild dogs.

Mr Stark yelled angrily in Peters ear as he did his best to defend himself.

Five minutes later found Peter pinned awkwardly beneath Martian with a sharp tip of a blade almost digging into his throat. He attempted to get out of her grasp, but it was such a weird kind of grasp that brute strength would be close to useless.

"Okay! What- grk- happened to truce?!"

"Peter keep them distracted, I'm coming," Mr Stark said.

Peter doubted Mr Stark would be there anytime soon.

With renewed panic and strength, Peter forced the Martian off of him with great effort. He punched her in the gut again and turned to dodge a pew from the pew pew gun.

He hadn't realized till that moment that he had forgotten about the bug girl. A hand grabbed his shoulder and immediately, tiredness washed over him. He stumbled and pushed himself away from her. His spider sense had given up on warning him and had settled for just screaming constantly.

The Rock slammed his fist into Peter's stomach. Peter fell forwards just in time to meet a kick to the head from the Martian.

The last thing he heard was Mr Stark telling him he would be there soon.

End of Part one of Space Adventures

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Next time: Peter thought he'd be excited to be in space. Well, he'd probably be more excited if he wasn't stuck on a ship with the most annoying group of aliens around.

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