Hello all! Welcome back, thanks for checking out chapter 2. I apologize if this seems rushed, I tried my best, at least.

Rivet: Oh, yeah. I mean, I don't plan to ignore any characters. It may still happen? But I'll try not to.

Peter Parker. That name meant many things, but to May, it meant her Nephew. Her brilliant, amazing Nephew, who hadn't been perfect but been the best possible. Her surrogate son. Her and Ben's boy.

He was an intelligent kid, he'd never lied to them before aside from lying to Ben about who supercharged his chainsaw. Oh, that boy. He had just wanted to make Ben cutting down the old decaying tree in their backyard easier.

But when the news started playing the news about the Invasion, instead of following Ben out as he ran to their car, he ran upstairs. Then he didn't come down.

They couldn't find him, so they stayed in their house. She and Ben prayed, for their safety, and their Nephew's, wherever he may be. She only hoped that he had a good excuse ready when he came back.

Spider-Man sprinted down the streets of his neighborhood as fast as he could, speeding by houses in record time. Now wasn't a time to hold back. He didn't see anything about the Avengers but he did see Iron Man, and Thor. Those were good signs at least, good signs that heroes were there.

Soon, homes turned into skyscrapers, and running turned to swinging.He saw what looked like— Stark tower. Huh, that wasn't there before. Thankfully, he did recognize the Baxter Building, though it looked nearly empty.

Either he was thrown into the wrong past or this dream was getting weirder by the second.

Screeching filled his ears as his Spider sense went off, prompting the Web-headed hero to pull harder with his swing, feeling his back start burning. He spun around, finding one of the aliens- Chitauri, on a flying.. whatever that was. Spider-Man whistled.

"Eugh, man, no wonder you're invading! If I looked that ugly, I wouldn't care either!" He shot out a web, catching the Chitauri before throwing it off, the air-cycle crashing into one of the buildings. He webbed onto that building, sticking to the wall before running down it, getting to the street in no time. His eyes widened at the carnage before him.

He'd seen massacres before, but that hasn't happened for a while. He was reminded why he never held back during these events.

Police and civilians both lay on the ground, some were.. more than just dead. Torn apart, were better words for it. Burned through. But then he heard a cough and started rushing towards it. He needed to help them, he needed to make sure that while he wasn't able to help the others, he could help this one.

He leapt over a car and landed next to an officer, one that he recognized. One that he had failed long ago. He was younger, but the blue eyes of the Stacys were always their hallmark.

Captain Stacy laid on the ground, a wound on his side. Nothing too bad, but it didn't feel good. The rustling of rocks and debris caught his attention as he lulled his head to the side, staring at Spider-Man with a look of bewilderment.

"And.. just who are you supposed to be?" He got out, before coughing again.

"I'm Spider-Man; I'll be your hero today." Peter weakly quipped back. His hands shook slightly as he knelt over Captain Stacy, looking at his wound before looking back to his face. "O-Okay, so, what I'm about to do will hurt but it will probably save you from bleeding out and help you last long enough to actually get help," He rushed out, before aiming his web shooter at the wound. George's eyes widened as he was about to yell out to the kid, before webbing shot right into his wound, causing a cry to come out from the man.

Spider-Man picked George Stacy up, as carefully as he could.

"Where is the shelter? The main hiding place?" He asked, the Captain furrowing his brows in response.

"Down the street. Take a right." He hissed out, thankful to not be bleeding out, but the pain making him feel rather angry. The masked vigilante nodded, before giving the Captain a warning.

"Hang on tight, this ride will be a little bumpy."

George didn't get to respond as the two flew into the air and began to swing.

Peter expected weapons to be pointed at him when he kicked open the doors. He had expected the police force, and the civilians who owned guns. But when he kicked open the door, holding a wounded Captain Stacy, whose webbing was beginning to dissolve due to it being a prototype webbing (damn 15 year old him), he got more than that.

The whirring of two repulser blasters filled his ears as War Machine looked at him, his weapons aimed. His eyes and arc reactor glowed brightly, the warm black and gray standing out against the cold darkness and civilians behind him. Spider-Man normally would have stopped dead. But he couldn't, not for this, not for him.

"HELP!" He screamed out, George Stacy's heartbeat growing slightly weaker as the man let out a groan, "HE NEEDS HELP!"

War Machine lowered his arms as two doctors rushed over with a gurney, one dirtied with stains of red. Peter winced as he realized that they probably had to perform emergency surgery on others. They carefully took Captain Stacy from his arms, and wheeled him away. Spider-Man turned around, and took a step forward when War Machine called out to him in obvious confusion and irritation. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Spider-Man only turned his head to respond when his Spider-Sense went off.

"LOOK OUT!" He yelled, leaping backwards just as a massive behemoth crashed into the front of the building, causing Peter's eyes to widen as it took out the entire front of the building, the support beams beginning to whine. Rhodey's eyes widened underneath his helmet. Peter didn't need to know that it was War Machine who flew up to grab hold of the building and keep it in place. But he did know that he was the only actually capable, unoccupied hero when the Chitauri began to crawl inside. Mustering his courage, his wit, Peter gave out a laugh.

"What? All this for lil' ol' me? If you wanted to fight this badly, you could've just called!" He pounced towards one Chitauri, grabbing it's weapon as he kicked it to the ground. He spun towards the others and began opening fire with it, barely shooting it correctly. He looked at the weapon before throwing it off to the side, landing a good punch to another Chitauri, it falling down for the count. He turned towards the giant opening in the front of the building and began to web away. Structurally, it may help. There was also the fact that it would block more of the aliens from getting in. The civilians looked in awe as the young hero managed to get the last of his web fluid to form a protective wall, War Machine coming back down and landing besides the vigilante. He hoped the webbing would last longer with more than it did in George Stacy's wound.

"Who are you?" The Colonel asked, to which Peter gave a small sigh.

"I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Colonel. And since this has been handled, I need to know where I can help best."

Rhodey sighed, before giving Spider-Man a stern look.

"Head for Stark Tower, last I heard that's where the main event is." Spider-Man gave a hum of consideration, before one of affirmation. He shot a web towards the only exit, a window, and went flying out. He landed on the frame.

"Hey kid!" War Machine yelled, catching Peter's attention. He turned his head to look towards the armored Colonel. "Be careful."

"Careful is my middle name!" Spider-Man shouted back, before exiting through the window and, well, running away. The Colonel only sighed, bringing a hand to his faceplate.

"What the hell is the world coming to, involving kids like that?"

Spider-Man wasn't used to running on buildings. He had done it before, but normally he just swung where he needed to go. That option was, of course, void, at the moment. He was running around, saving the people of the city. Children, elderly, men and women, he saved everyone. Whoever he could. There was one hell of a brilliant lightshow too; He chalked that up to Thor. That was also when he learned of the giant portal in the sky.

He had just taken care of several drones when his Spider-Sense blared at him to jump. He did, aiming it upwards, and barely dodged one of the giant ones going straight through the building. He didn't miss the screaming.

He flipped his body, landing on the thing's back as he saw a hispanic girl falling from the building the behemoth had run through.

'No. Please no,' He hadn't failed yet, and he didn't plan on failing now! He jumped up and landed, pressing his feet into the armor of the invader. He jumped, rocketing off as he caught the girl in his arms, barely turning in time to take the blunt of slamming through the wall. He let out a low moan of pain as he felt the pain travel through his body. He heard the girl cough, before shifting. He let his arms go loose and she jumped up and spun around. Spider-Man slowly got up, the back of his suit ruined at this point.

"A-Are you alright?" Peter asked, uncertainty filling his voice. He always had.. trouble, with the falls. Ever since Gwe— GWEN! He could save Gwen! His smile underneath the mask was not reflected by the girl.

"I-I am, thank you! But my mom and my brother are up there!"

"Don't worry, just stay here. I'll bring them down here— Which floor is it?"

"It's the 12th floor! Hurry!" The girl panicked, to which Spider-Man gave a quick nod before sticking to the open wall of the apartment (which, thankfully, seemed empty), before running on the wall upwards. The girl's voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't place why. When he came up to the apartment the girl had fallen out of, he heard sobbing, and then someone pushed the barrel of a gun against his head.

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU ALIEN FREAK!" The man pressing the barrel screamed, Spider-Man ducking just in time to avoid getting shot in the head. He slapped the gun away, before sweeping his leg, catching the man's legs and bringing him down.

"HEY! Hey, I'm here to help you!" Spider-Man said quickly. Holy crap, that was CLOSE! Looks like his Spider-Sense hadn't fully developed yet. That could be problematic. "I saved your daughter!"

The woman stopped sobbing— She was in the center of the apartment— and looked up at Spider-Man with hopeful eyes. The man stopped being as aggressive, but still snarled in response.

"Where is she?! Where's my sister?!"

'Oh, sister. Well, that's awk— FOCUS Spidey!' He mentally slapped himself before re-focusing.

"Okay, okay, she's on the third floor. I can take you both down there- I won't let you fall, trust me."

Both the brother and mother looked at Spidey, before giving hesitant nods. Spidey picked them up and carefully began going down to the third floor.

He reached the third floor, the girl cried out and ran up to her mother and brother, wrapping them in a hug. Spider-Man turned back to the city.

"Be safe!" Spidey cried, as he leapt out the window. He needed to get to the main event.

Captain America barely blocked in time as the explosive went off, sending him flying out the window. He would survive the fall, but that didn't make it any less painful. So he closed his eyes and waited for impact. And waited. And waited.

He opened his eyes to find a small, red and blue figure with a spider on his chest setting him down, before leaping away.

"I'd say stay safe, but that shield probably does a pretty good job of doing that!" He yelled, confusing the Captain more as the figure leapt onto a skyscraper and tore Chitauri off, throwing them down to the floor. The Captain shook his head, focusing back on the task on hand. Maybe that was a new recruit Fury didn't have time to tell them about.

Spider-Man sped through his enemies as fast as he could. He couldn't afford the time to make sure they stayed alive, something he had trouble with accepting but knowing that there were too many enemies and not enough heroes. He didn't feel anything now. He hoped he didn't feel anything later.

He came in, kicking one before grabbing another by the arm and manhandling it until it hit it's friend. He spun around, slamming his clenched fist into another's head before turning to the left and slamming his other fist into the alien. His Spider sense went off and he spun around, only for a repulsor blast to hit that one. Metallic clanking told Peter to turn around, as Iron Man looked at him. He couldn't see any emotion through the faceplate, but he knew Tony was confused.

"Thanks kid, now get off the streets. It's too dangerous for you out here."

"Well, I think I handled Alien one through four rather well!" Spider-Man retorted. Iron Man didn't respond, blasting off into the air. Spider-Man took that as his cue to get out of there, running as fast as he could. He hadn't run this much in a long time. His spider sense began to faintly tingle, causing Peter to worry.

Spider-Man found Captain America and Thor, stopping near them. He raised a hand, the webbing under his armpit reminding him that this was his first costume flapping slightly.

"Captain!" He greeted, as Thor menacingly turned around. He took a step back, before Cap put an arm out in front of Thor.

"He's a friend, Thor. What're you doing here, kid?"

"Uh, well, Iron Man just blasted off in a hurry—" He was cut off by Steve holding a hand up, putting two fingers to his ear. He was listening to something when he said "Do it!"

Peter's enhanced hearing allowed him to hear the next thing. One that made sense with his increasingly bad headache.

"No, wait!"

"What?!" Peter found himself yelling, to which Thor raised an eyebrow.

"Stark, these things are still coming!"

"I got a nuke coming in. It's gonna blow in less than a minute."

Spider-Man felt his throat go dry. No— The government wouldn't- It hadn't done it before, why would-?! He saw Captain America falter slightly, before his blue eyes widened. How did this second chance go so horribly wrong so quickly?

They all looked up to see Tony pushing the nuke upwards. His chest thrusters activated as he was forced upwards, Peter looking on in shock at how close it was to hitting Stark tower. Then they began flying up, into the portal.

"WHOO!" Peter cheered, throwing up a fist. He did it! He didn't remember Stark ever saving New York like that before, but hey, it was cool. 'Oh god, I'm becoming Teenager me,' Peter thought in horror.

The Chitauri around them all shut down, falling to the ground. They all kept their attention on the portal, though. Peter kept looking at the portal, excitement fading quickly and being replaced with worry. Captain America looked down, clenching his fist. He was conflicted. About what, though? Peter stared at the Captain with intrigue.

"Close it," The star spangled Avenger said, and Spider-Man's eyes widened underneath his mask. He stepped forward and grabbed onto Steve's arm, spinning him around.

"Are you crazy?! He's still in there!" He shouted.

"We have to close it, if we leave it open, more Chitauri will come." Captain America told him, though, his tone didn't agree with what he said.

"All the Chitauri are down!" Spider-Man countered, before Thor interrupted their fight.

"He's not slowing down!" The God of Thunder said, spinning his hammer as he prepared to take off. Captain America looked back, and Spider-Man focused his attention on the falling armor. A yell caught their attention as the Hulk leapt in, catching Iron Man before hitting a building, and then slamming into the street below, settling before pushing the armored man off and standing up. The trio of heroes looked at each other before rushing over to the fallen avengers.

Spider-Man got there first, ripping the helmet off with ease and throwing it to the side. He wasn't breathing, that wasn't good-

The Hulk roared, and Tony's eyes shot open as he took in greedy breaths of air, looking around at the four heroes. He focused on Spider-Man, who looked back.

"I don't remember Fury recruiting you for the Avengers," he stated, to which Spider-Man scoffed.

"Fury wishes he could recruit me for— Wait, Fury assembled the Avengers?" Captain America's hopes of this being a new recruit were dashed, replaced by the realization that this kid was brought into danger willingly.

"Keep up what you've been doing and you may get recruited," Tony replied. Peter thought about that for a moment. It wouldn't be like the New Avengers. So far he hadn't seen any other hero, other than himself and the base Avengers. The original four, as he and the others called them.

Thod, Captain America, Iron Man, and Hulk. They were practically legends amongst the other Avengers, even if Spider-Man was somehow the most popular with the ladies. He didn't know how it happened, but he at one point had the female roster of the Avengers and his dating gallery chasing him all at once, one time. Ah, good memories.

Peter shook his head, getting himself back into the current situation as the Hulk gave another roar and beat his chest with his fists. Captain America gave a small laugh.

"We won."

'That we did, Cap. That we did.'

Taking care of Loki (surprise surprise, Loki caused this) had been a breeze. Hulk has smashed the poor god so hard he could barely move, it was literally a matter of just surrounding him to defeat him.

After that, Spider-Man left the group without another word. He swung home, to an angry and sobbing Parker couple. He… had to tell them. He couldn't do this to them, not like this. Not with stakes like this.

The next day, he was in his bedroom with his TV on with the news. He was writing details, experiences, from his past life. Although he mourned what was lost, he needed to make the most out of what was.

"Despite damages from the extraterrestrial invasion, the heroics of the group known as the Avengers caused this day to turn from one of mourning, to Celebration," The News Anchor said, to which Peter sighed loudly, closing his eyes. Even with an early start— A good start, the Avengers got all the cred— "But they weren't the only heroes active during the invasion."

That caught Peter's attention, as his eyes widened and he shot up.

"Many reported that a red and blue costumed male saved many of them and their family. Colonel James Rhodes had this to say." It switched from the News anchor to Colonel Rhodes, dressed in his camo.

"Spider-Man, as he called himself, is a hero. He came into the sanctuary with the wounded police captain, who probably wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for him. Then he helped fend off a wave of Chitauri before making the building stable enough so my civilians didn't need to move buildings." The Camera switched over to the Police Captain, George Stacy, and Peter felt a weight on his shoulders. What was he going to say-?

"Spider-Man saved my life. I had a wound on my side and would have bled out if he hadn't used that webbing of his to prevent it. As far as I'm concerned, he did just as much as the Avengers."

Peter felt his heart swell with happiness as the police captain said those words. Just as much as the Avengers? He was touched.He also hoped that meant no more police hunts.

The News went on interviewing people, but Peter drowned it out as he began to make several lists. Lists of people, friends and foes. He hoped Miles was here, although he wasn't sure how that'd work. Unless this timeline was a conglomerate, that was unlikely.

… Maybe he should see Doctor Strange.

"Peter!" Ben called from downstairs, startling the young man as he hurriedly put away his journal, above his web-fluid chemicals.

"Coming, Aunt May!" He shouted back, before opening and closing his door. He went downstairs, and blinked at who he saw on the couch.

"Ah, Mr. Parker", Fury began, "I'd like to talk to you."

And that's a wrap! Very rushed, I know, but as the story goes on, I should level out the pacing.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It was really fun to write, and interesting too. I'm actually delving into writing instead of second doubting myself every two seconds, it's great.