Warning: Not much.
Backstory: Self-driving cars with AI turn out to be pretty hackable. And dangerous. Petersacrifices his identity to save a stadium. Post-Homecoming.
The new craze was AI, self-driving cars.
Great, cool, didn't have to walk out to your car, or drive while you texted.
Hackers, of course, decided to do one better.
Peter was in the football stands, between MJ and Ned. He had a pretty good view of the field, thanks to his enhanced senses. To be honest, he'd asked Mr. Stark to make a pair of sunglasses designed to slow input, like his suit's mask, so he wasn't overwhelmed at times. Thankfully, the billionaire actually made a bunch, meaning there were at least six in Peter's possession. Plus they apparently helped Captain America and Bucky Barnes, too. Go figure.
The game started, and Peter was actually enjoying himself. Sure, he had to watch his bully, but there were enough people that he could ignore Flash.
Cool.
About fifteen minutes in, a shiver ran down his spine.
Peter stiffened, ripping off his sunglasses and stuffing them into his pocket.
"Peter?" Ned whispered. "What's wrong?"
It was a near-constant shiver, making Peter tremble constantly. He scanned the area. "Something's wrong."
His best friend's eyes widened. "Internship. Oh my god."
"What?!" MJ cried.
Peter spotted a car on the distant street. No driver, clearly an AI. But it wasn't perfect, it was leaning to the left, until it skidded towards the football field.
Before he realized it, Peter had jumped out of his seat. He was soaring over the heads of everyone in the stands, making them all point and gasp.
Peter hit the grass and rolled twice before sprinting towards the wayward car. Football players scattered out of the way as he blew past them, faster than what was humanly possible.
People were screaming, he could feel the danger creeping along his skin like, well, a spider.
Perhaps fifty feet between the bleachers and the car, he skidded to a halt. His hands shot up.
Metal crunched as the car slammed into his palms. He grunted, but stood his ground, the toes of sneakers digging into the ground. The car kept going, he could feel the engine revving up as fast as it could go. Peter gritted his teeth and dug his hands further into the metal.
He spun on one foot, still holding tight to the car, and lifted the whole thing.
It wasn't even that hard and he spun once before launching it away, the whole thing crashing into a tree at the edge of the school grounds. Seconds later, it exploded, sending bits of metal into the air that came nowhere near the field.
Peter stood there, fists clenched as he stared at the flaming remains of the car. His chest was heaving, and he slowly realized what he just did.
There were people screaming and cameras flashing. The teenager whipped around, eyes wide.
And he was running.
A/N: A short thing. Written after Homecoming, before Infinity War came out.