As Ebony and Peter re-entered the ship, Peter let out a huff of relief. The adrenaline that he had got pumping during that fight was incredible! He hadn't felt that way since his fights against Gamora. Then again, if only planets would fight back more, then this wouldn't have been such a big deal to him.
He glanced over to Ebony, who had taken the stone-keeper from him and began to cut his webbing off, shooting him glares occasionally as the substance stuck to him. Peter shrugged. If Ebony wasn't so impatient, then Peter would have simply given him the antidote he kept in his suit. Dissolving the webbing was far more efficient than trying to rip it off after all.
After a few minutes of struggling, Ebony managed to untangle the stone-keeper, who was still unconscious at this point. He hoisted the stone-keeper into the air with his telepathy. Peter inwardly cringed at the hundreds of sharp glass-like pieces that hovered around the man's body. The pieces and stone-keeper were then held in place by Ebony's telepathy. Peter cringed yet again as the man was nicked by pieces that happened to move slightly too close to his face. A groan was released from the stone-keeper's mouth.
Not at all eager to see more, Peter used his webs to launch himself into the upper rafters of the ship and laid down on one of them, his back facing the ground. He heard Ebony grab the ship's controls and blast them quickly past the atmosphere. He clearly did not want to stick around. Coward, Peter's mind said.
Peter knew it would take forever to get to Titan, so he lifted his arm and swung it over his face, covering his eyes. He folded his extra legs into his back, a special section of his suit opening up to house them before closing back up and covering them snuggly. He let a leg dangle over the edge of the rafter and commanded his mask nanos to shift over his ears only. This essentially cancelled out all of the noise in the ship. He did not want to hear the results of what Ebony would do to the stone-keeper, he had confidence that the man (despite not liking him) would be able to obtain the time stone before they made it to Titan.
He let out a sigh of relief and allowed his breathing to even out. He would take a nap until they got to Titan, Ebony could wake him up when they were almost there. After all, what was the worst that could happen before they got there?
Meanwhile, a rather good-looking man in a goatee and a familiar red and gold armor had found himself aboard the ship. He had gotten in by cutting a hole in the side, providing easy access to the inner workings of the ship. The man proceeded to make his way up through the ship, guided by a sentient red cape.
"Wow, you're a seriously loyal piece of clothing, aren't you?" The man asked the cape. The cape merely shrugged in return.
Peering around a large column of metal, the man looked down at the wizard's predicament. The ledge he was standing on did not reach the ceiling, but he was safely out of view of the squidward since his back was turned and he was focused on the wizard. The Iron Man knew that if the gray squidward got his hands on whatever the wizard possessed, it would be bad news. He just… didn't know how bad that news would be. He crouched at the ledge and pondered a plan, holding his chin between his thumb and forefinger.
He also had one other problem. Wasn't there someone else with the Squidward? He asked himself, eyebrows bunching in thought. Yeah, I threw him at Squidward. It was some kind of metal, armored spider-person, he concluded. But if that's true, then where is-
His thoughts were cut off as he looked up. He couldn't see completely what was in the upper metal workings above, but he could see a black, armored leg dangling over the side of one of them. He quickly wracked his brain of what the spider-person had looked like. Black armor with a red spider emblazoned on the front. Black metallic spider legs that seemed to be attached to his back. A black mask with white eye lenses. The one in the rafters above must have been the same spider-person he had fought on Earth. It would probably be best to avoid a full drawn-out fight, especially since the spider-person had some white substance in his wrists that could easily subdue them before the fight could even begin. He had no idea what that substance was made of and would rather not test its strength in the middle of battle.
Ah well, he didn't have much time to plan out a whole fight, considering the state that the wizard was in. So, he launched himself down onto the main platform, making himself known to the Squidward. He mentally noted that, with a quick glance upward, that the spider-person hadn't moved an inch.
"-and any one of them, could end your friend's life in an instant." The Squidward stated, turning to face the Iron Man as his repulsors were charged up.
"I gotta tell you, he's not really my friend," Tony stated, not moving his hands from where they were aimed at the Squidward. "Saving his butt is more of a professional courtesy," Iron Man finished.
"You'll save nothing," the Squidward stated, using his telepathy to move a large piece of metal to his right side. "Your powers are inconsequential in comparison to mine," he continued, moving another, smaller piece of metal to his left side.
"Yeah, but I've seen more space movies," Iron Man stated, a small blaster emerging from the shoulder of his armor. It quickly turned to the (surprisingly thin) wall of the ship and blasted a large hole in the side.
The Squidward and his two pieces of metal were quickly sucked out. Tony thought he also heard a wilhelm scream, but that may have just been his imagination. Too many movies.
Peter woke up with a startle and a very sudden pull to the side. He quickly reshifted the nanos of his mask to completely cover his face again and extend his extra legs. He grabbed onto the rafter he had been lounging on and looked towards the source of the pull, only to watch Ebony and a few pieces of metal get sucked into space. He felt no grief, he never liked that man.
Without thinking, he quickly grabbed a few pieces of metal and secured them over the hole, using his webs to seal any still-escaping air. Coming down from the quick bit of adrenaline, he took a moment to look around to find the cause of the hole. He clearly didn't need to look very far.
Beneath him, the Iron Man (the actual Iron Man) was standing, repulsors aimed in his direction. Looking around a little more, he noticed the stone-keeper was shakily standing up, the sentient cape having happily rejoined with it's friend.
"So.. you like Aliens then?" He asked, his voice breaking the tense silence that had emerged. He knew this would likely break out into a fight because, obviously, the tables had been turned while he was taking a nap. It's always during the nap that exciting things happen, always.
"I'm more of a Star Wars kind of guy," Iron Man responded. "Now, are you going to come down on your own or do I need to blast another hole in the wall?" He finished, the sound of his repulsors starting up echoing through the ship, momentarily silencing out the familiar hum the ship made.
"I mean, you kinda blasted my co-worker through the wall…" Peter glanced towards the stone-keeper before continuing, "..and kinda stole my objective, so..". Peter slowly shifted his wrists to aim at both men, his legs sticking to the side of the rafter.
"I'll take that as a no, then," the Iron Man stated, firing his repulsors at Peter.
At the same time, Peter launched himself off the rafter seconds before it broke. He fired his webs at both men. It caught the Iron Man right over where his eye spots on his mask were, but the cape managed to cover the stone-keeper, rendering the web ineffective there.
While the Iron Man struggled to get his webbing off his mask (Ha! Good luck, his mind supplied briefly), Peter launched himself at the stone-keeper and the cape. The stone-keeper was still recovering, but unfortunately, the cape was not. Peter extended his legs, stabbing into the metal around the stone-keeper encasing him. However, before he could do anything, the cape rushed him and wrapped itself around his face.
Peter stumbled back, flailing slightly. His arms flew to his face, trying to wrench the sentient piece of clothing off of himself long enough to subdue it. Right as he managed to get the darn thing off, he heard the familiar sound of a repulsor charging up. Sure enough, when he whirled around, the Iron Man fired right at him, hitting him square in the chest. Peter briefly raged about the Iron Man being able to remove his webbing (Seriously, how?!) before the impact struck. His armor was able to absorb most of the blast, but he was still thrown back a few feet.
His legs scraped against the metal flooring, causing a screeching sound that physically hurt his sensitive ears. The cape flew at him again, but he wasn't going to be caught by surprise by that thing again. He used one of his legs to pierce the cape and pin it to the ground, while focusing his face back onto the Iron Man.
Peter emitted a growling noise and ran at the armor-covered man. The Iron Man fired off multiple more repulsor blasts, but Peter was able to dodge him this time, since he could actually see where his hands were aiming. Once he was at a close enough range, he launched himself at the Iron Man. He struck the man in the chest, pinning him to the metal ground with his body weight and his legs. He began to strike at the man with his fists and his legs, causing more scraping noises and dings.
The man finally managed to throw him off, launching him at a nearby wall. The Iron Man's armor was barely dented, but a few spots were ripped (likely where his legs had hit). His lenses narrowed at the man and he prepared to launch himself at him again, but was stopped by an orange whip wrapping around his wrist.
Crap! I forgot about the stone-keeper! He thought and tried to wrestle his wrist free from the whip. He even shot his webbing at the man, but he was easily able to evade it.
He was then tackled from behind and pinned to the ground, his legs being squashed uncomfortably between his own armor and the armor of the one pinning him. He turned his head to look at the Iron Man and let out a growl, his lenses narrowing even further. At least the orange whip had let go he supposed.
He attempted to buck the man off, but the Iron Man used propulsors attached to his back to keep him pinned to the ground. After a moment of futile struggling, Peter finally went lax. Not because he was tired out, but because he knew that he would not be getting up unless these two humans let him. He was able to turn his head and glare at both men though, so at least there's that.
"So," the Iron Man said, retracting his iconic mask and staring down at Peter's masked face. "Do you know how to fly the ship?"
So, hey everyone! So sorry that it's been a while since I added a chapter. This chapter isn't entirely new if you also follow this story on ao3. I just forgot to post it here! Again, sorry that it's been a while and enjoy this (extremely) late chapter!
