Sooo, I didn't put up a chapter in 2 weeks and I'm sorry about that and my Xbox done died on me, but on the bright side I went to Comic Con and that helped Kickstart me into writing, er typing this chapter. So as always enjoy.

Overwatch Base, Watchpoint: Gibraltar

To Peter, it felt like it was taking forever to build this rocket. Mostly because only Winston had the knowledge to actually build a rocket. Peter could give the density of the rocket, how fast it can go, hell even say how long it could get into outer orbit. But building one? That was one thing he couldn't do. Not well anyways.

It also didn't help that Winston, being the brilliant mind he was, couldn't even be specific about what to do to help build the rocket. Miraculous, they were able to get a fully functional rocket. All that was left to do was put in Max's hard drive and they were in business. Assuming the rocket actually takes off.

"Well Peter, you've brought us to this point..." Wrench started saying. He threw Peter the hard drive and continued. "Only right you get to do the honors."

Peter caught the drive and turned back to the rocket. It was about the size of a regular person, but it should've been enough to do the job according to Winston. Peter opened a hatch outside the rocket and plugged the hard drive into a USB slot. It fit perfectly.

"Alright. Now all we have to do is launch it into space and hope it doesn't blow up." Peter said. Winston inspected the rocket and seemed pretty impressed considering the time it took to build.

"Everything seems to be sturdy and in place. Gonna be another hour before we can launch it...why don't you go ahead and relax for a while Peter? I'll let you know when we're ready to go." Winston said.

"Relax...the one thing I wanted to do this month. But I just had to go to a diner in Bayville, didn't I?" Peter said sarcastically. He nodded and hoped Winston wouldn't ask about what he just said. He walked out and was greeted by the guy he saw that had the medieval-looking armor. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was given a futuristic upgrade.

"So, you're a member of Overwatch now?" The man asked. Peter could tell by his accent that he was definitely European.

"I don't know about that. Still trying to get my life back together." Peter said. The man nodded and smiled.

"At least you're not our enemy. Otherwise I would have to show you how I feel about terrorist in battle." The man said almost dramatically and excited. It was clear that he was one of those people that said "back in my day" a lot. Peter couldn't help but laugh.

"I'll keep that in mind. What's your name?" Peter asked.

"Reinhardt. Yours?"

"Peter."

"Nice to finally meet you Peter. I know you probably want to have some time to yourself but if you ever want to hear some great stories, don't hesitate to find me." Reinhardt said.

"I'll keep that in mind." Peter said as he walked off. He wanted to try to find Widowmaker. He hadn't seen that often since he was helping work on the rocket and she was getting help for her little "psychotic killer" in her head. They had brought in a omnic monk to try and help Widowmaker with the voice. Turns out it sort of worked, but it's being halted by the fact that the voice is starting to get more leverage on Amelié since she's more calm. Mercy was hoping they could get rid of the voice before the week ended. Unfortunately it wasn't the case.

Peter thought to himself the many years it took to get so much as a lead on Stryker and how it was finally about to be a reality as he went into the Medbay area. He saw Widowmaker with Mercy and the Omnic Monk. They all stared at him when he entered. It was quiet for a few minutes.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your guy's ritual thing. Just don't sacrifice her to the wrong gods." Peter joked. Mercy rolled her eyes and Widowmaker just chuckled. He couldn't tell how the omnic was feeling about his joke, mostly because of the way his face was built to look always in pain.

"Don't worry. She's here to get rid of her inner demons, not to be sacrificed." The omnic said.

"It was a joke Zenyatta." Mercy said. "We should give Amelié some time to relax, we can continue later."

"Very well. We'll leave you two be." Zenyatta said. "Remember Amelié, detachment from the physical world will help you find peace in the spiritual one."

Peter, in classic Parker fashion, raised his hand and asked "Could the spirits make me a metaphysical Ham on rye if I meditate hard enough?" Zenyatta ignored him and left the room with Mercy. He turned around to see Widowmaker leaning back into the chair she was sitting on.

"How you feeling?" Peter asked.

"Like shit, but what else is new?" Widowmaker responded. "How's the rocket coming along?"

"We actually finished building it, all we need to do now is launch it. And hope to God we get a connection up there."

"That's good, I guess." Widowmaker said sadly. Her fight with her inner demon started to take it's toll on her. At least mentally.

"Can I ask you something Peter?"

"Shoot." Peter said.

"Once we save these X-Men, what are you going to do? Go back to being Spiderman?" Widowmaker asked. Peter was conflicted about this question. Ome one hand he could be Spiderman again, but on the other hand he's killed people. No amount of superhero-ing was going to change that.

"Honestly I don't know. What about you?" Peter asked.

"I can't be a brainwashed terrorist anymore, not that I had a choice or that I wanted to be one. I know I can't be a member of Overwatch, not with what I've done." Widowmaker said. "It would be better for everyone if I just disappeared. Stay in the shadows like a spider."

"And I thought I was dramatic about the spider references." Peter said. He got up and started to walk out of the room before he turned around to Widowmaker. "It took me a while to realize it, but trusting people who could always fuck up is better than dying as someone who has been right their whole life."

Widowmaker gave him a confused look that he immediately recognized. "Shit I was trying to be inspirational and I fucked up the quote."

She couldn't help but laugh. "It's alright Peter, I know what you meant."

"And I know that we're about to be the best heroes in the world." It was none other than Wrench. "Now if you two are so inclined to do so, we're going to watch the rocket take off."

Peter smiled and said "Let's see if we can be the first hackers in space." The three of them left the medbay and headed to the common area, where everyone was waiting for the launch. They found a spot next to Sombra and Tracer. The two of them saw the three musketeers (that's what Sombra called them anyway) and waved them over when Wrench put his arm on Peter's shoulder.

"Get ready Wesley crusher, launch waits." Wrench said.

Peter scoffed at it. "Bitch please, I'm clearly Sisko."

"Jakkke Sisko?"

"Captain Sisko." Peter shot back. Wrench's mask lit up to show a winky face as they all stood and awaited the launch.

"How you love's all feeling about this?" Tracer asked.

"Eh, 70/30." Wrench said. Everyone rolled their eyes and laughed.

"I don't really know how I feel about it. Happy I guess since we're getting close to rescuing the X-Men." Peter said.

"I'm fine." Widowmaker said plainly. Winston got everyone's attention over the intercoms. Seeing as it was old Overwatch members and everyone else was from Peter's group, it was safe ro say that crowded was an understatement.

"Now I know not alot of you know why we are launching our surveillance rocket after the world leaders said we weren't responsible enough to help the world. But we're not doing this to prove them wrong. What we are doing is what we were always meant to do, be heroes. Talon has become a extreme threat after what happened in New York, Italy, and France. With the help of a few new friends..." Everyone immediately stared at everyone they knew wasn't part of overwatch. "...we are closer than ever to bring Talon to justice. That is why I'm proud to count down and show you all the successful launch of the rocket." Winston ended the speech and a big screen turned on and started to count down.

"20, 19, 18..." Tracer started counting down until Wrench butted in.

"17, 95, Qwerty, googolplex." He continued. "Just imagining that big data load is enough to get me to half mast and touching cloth, at the same freaking time." Everyone in response, looked at Wrench like he was insane, expect Peter, who was laughing.

"It's better if you don't ask."

The screen then counted down from 5, to 4, 3, 2, 1, then lift off. Everyone expect Jack, Amelié, and Gabriel celebrated.

"Liftoff!" Peter, Sombra, Tracer, and half the room yelled.

"Happy New Year!" Yelled Wrench. Everyone was pretty excited about it. But another person was less excited in another part of the world.

Unknown location, Helicarrier.

Stryker was pacing back and forth. The tracking device in Widowmaker's gear wasn't traceable since what happened in the casino and he knew Peter got away with the hard drive. Moira could tell that Stryker wasn't in the right mindset to be conducting experiments on mutants.

"You need to calm down." Moira said. Stryker chuckled at the statement.

"Calm down, she says. Maybe you don't understand how dangerous Peter is now with the information he has now." Stryker explained. "Everything I've sacrificed, and now it's all going to shit."

"We still have the upper hand. How you can't see that I don't understand." Moira said. Stryker looked at her, very confused.

"Obviously you've inhaled too many chemicals. Doomfist is in jail and everyone else turned to Overwatch and The Avengers." Stryker said. He saw Moira turn away and look at the X-Men in the cells. Stryker followed her gaze and realized what she meant.

"Of course. As long as the X-Men are still under my thumb, Peter wouldn't try anything crazy." Stryker said.

"Plus I was able to get Doomfist out of jail, but only Doomfist." Moira said.

"That's fine, he's all we need. This little meeting is over." They began to separate when Stryker spoke up again. "And get a team to collect Cyclops, we're going to need all the help we can get once they find out where we are."