The image of the missile bleeped on the screen, showing it move ever so slightly towards its target.

Everyone in Doomstadt watched silently, as they've figured out that there was nothing they could do. Reed had desperately tried to shut down the missile remotely, but couldn't do it. Meanwhile, the rest of the heroes had gone quiet, sorrow in their hearts that the young hero they loved is somewhere they can't reach.

Suddenly, the Human Torch flew into the room from the opening of the ceiling, before landing next to the others, and extinguishing his flames. He had an expression of remorsefulness. "I looked all over, but...I think he went too high up for me..."

Sue hugged her brother, who buried his face into her shoulder. She tried to remain strong for her family, as the rest of them did all that they could not to fall apart.

Steve shook his head, guilt weighing him down. He helped get Peter here. If he had just admitted that this was too dangerous for him, maybe he...

The beeping on the monitor abruptly stopped, as the image of the missile disappeared. Reed's head perked up, confused at the sight. "He's...gone.." He said, unsure.

Doctor Doom, who had taken little interest in the proceedings, suddenly put his attention on the monitor. "What?" He asked, as he brushed through the group to see for himself, earning some deathly glares in the process. "Hmm. Impressive."

"What's impressive?" Natasha asked, not happy in the slightest.

"Your little lapdog is more than meets the eye, it seems," Doom stated. "He's managed to power down the missile."

"So he's-?" Ben asked, his hopes going up, as the others perked up as well.

"Don't get excited," Doom shut down. "The missile is well past the stratosphere. He has a slim chance of survival, if that."

"But he's out there," Clint stated.

Steve nodded in agreement. "We can track him."

"Hardly," Doom dismissed. "He shut down the power. Now there is no way for the weapon to be traced. It's up there, floating about space, harmless. A floating coffin for your precious hero."

Nick Fury grimaced, having enough of the dictator, as he stepped closer to him. "Doom, you have a lot to answer for, you piece of-"

"Director Fury, I have to answer to nothing," Doom cut off. "You are the ones who invaded my beloved Latveria, on a misguided attempt to save the world, or America, or whatever pathetic excuse you gave yourselves to come here. Now, since you've acted by your morals, and nothing has been irreparably damaged, I suppose I could let you go without informing the UN of your war crime. As long as you leave immediately."

Fury went silent, frowning deeply, as he knew that there was nothing he could do. "Come on team," he quietly ordered, frustrated.

The others shared looks of anger as well, as they slowly made their way towards the exit, dragging their feet in defeat. Steve walked over to the still unconscious Scott, and picked him up bridal style, before making his way out also.

"Oh, one more thing," Doom called, making everyone turn around to look at him. "It seems a rouge agent has acquired a Doombot of mine. One that's 20 feet tall, able to destroy buildings. I would hurry before they send it towards the Baxter Building...or anywhere else in New York. I'm sure they aren't picky."

Thing's face flashed with anger at the thinly veiled threat, as he took a step towards Doom, but was stopped by Fury holding his arm out. The director locked eyes with the dictator, before he and the others walked out of the room, leaving Latveria behind for good.

He couldn't feel anything.

Peter felt numb, as his body ached beyond anything he'd ever experience before. His mind was fuzzy, as he couldn't think straight. He couldn't even get himself to open his eyes.

He couldn't get his thoughts straight. What happened to him? The last thing he remembered was fighting Doctor Doom. Where was he? He...

He was thrown into the missile.

Peter tried to move, but couldn't. Not only was he weak beyond belief, but he could feel himself strapped down to something. A sudden brush of air on his face told him that he didn't have his mask on, making him that much more panicked.

Finally, he was able to open his eyes, only to realize that his sight was too blurry to actually make anything out. He tried to focus his vision, to no use.

Suddenly, two silhouettes came into view, one man, and one woman. Their skin appeared green, but he couldn't make out any other features.

"He appears to be awakening," the man stated.

"It's too early. He's not ready yet. Give him the sedative," The woman told him.

The man nodded, and reached for a needle. He looked at it curiously, not quite sure how to use it. The woman caught on, and sighed deeply.

"You're an idiot," she told him.

"I am not," he protested, earning a roll of the woman's eyes. She then grabbed the needle out of his hand, and then stabbed it into Peter's arm, injecting the liquid into him.

Peter felt drowsy again, as he shut his eyes, everything going dark again.

"All will be well soon, young one..."

"The main character of this show had to always ask...'Did I do that?'"

"Family Matters!" Tony exclaimed, as he watched his favorite game show in his living room, eating popcorn as he did so. "What is Family Matters!"

"What is Full House?"

"No, you idiot!" Tony exclaimed, throwing a few kernels at the TV screen. Blinky, the small robot, floated by, picked them up, and flew away again, getting use to this procedure. "God, I would rule at this show."

As he munched away on his popcorn, the door behind him slide open, making him turn around, to see the team file back inside, looks of exhaustion on their faces.

"Hey guys," Tony greeted through a mouthful of popcorn. "Save the world lately? I'm going to assume you did." His eyes landed on Scott, who was still in Steve's arms. "Huh, rough night, huh?"

Fury didn't answer the question, instead frowning deeply. "Stark, we need to talk."

"In a minute," Tony said, putting down his bowl of popcorn, and getting off the couch. "I have a present for Peter," he told them, picking up a tightly wrapped gift off from the glass table in front of him.

"Tony..." Steve softly said.

"Rogers, don't be rude, I just need to talk to..." Tony trailed off, as he looked at the group, to see that Spider-Man wasn't among them. "Ugh, did you guys drop him off at home already? Come on, you know he should've been here celebrating. Especially with this present that will make him love me again."

"Tony," Richards said. "Peter isn't at home."

"Is he out patrolling?" Tony asked. "Man, that kid does not know how to have fun."

"Tony, shut up," Natasha sternly said, making him go quiet. "Parker...Peter...isn't with us. He isn't here."

Tony looked at her with confused eyes. "Well, I know that, but..." His eyes widened, realization hitting him like a truck. "No. No no no no. He isn't...he's not..."

"We don't know..." Sue quietly told him. "He...he got stuck in a room with Doom, and Doom..."

"Doom what?" Tony asked, worry thick on his voice. No one looked him in the eye. "Doom did what!?"

Clint closed his eyes, incredibly frustrated. "He threw him in the missile. It wasn't a nuke. It was a space weapon. And it launched."

Tony's face fell in disbelief. "What? What!? Are you telling me...he's in space!?"

Everyone gave a sad nod, as Tony's anger flooded to the surface.

"He fought Doom!? Alone!?" He roared, directing his attention to Fury. "You sent him by himself!?"

"No, he..." Johnny interjected. "He went with Scott."

Tony looked at Ant-Man, still unconscious, in Steve's arms. "Well, that went well, didn't it!?"

Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose. "Tony, I know what this is like, but-"

"Know what this is like!?" Tony repeated, staring at the red head. "Says the assassin who doesn't really care about anyone. Yeah, I bet you know what this is like!"

Natasha scowled at the billionaire. "How dare you-"

"You were there! If you cared so damn much, why didn't you save him!?" He yelled, before turning towards the rest of the room. "Why didn't any of you save him!?"

"Tony," Reed said, stretching over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder, sad as well. "We...we tried. God knows we tried."

Tony looked at the genius, who had compassion in his eyes, feeling the same grief that he was. Tony's face softened slightly, looking at his intellectual rival. "I...I know...I just..."

"I should've been there," Steve suddenly said, surprising the others. "I should've helped him. I helped get him there, and then I..."

Natasha gave him a sad look. "Steve, it wasn't your fault."

"It wasn't anyone's fault..." Fury said. "It just...happened...and now we have to move on."

Tony was taken aback. "Move on?" He asked, walking over to Fury. "What do you mean, move on!?"

Ben nodded, angry from the comment as well. "Yeah, I wanna know too!"

"We can't track the missile," Fury stated. "And he'll be dead in the hour."

Tony shook his head. "No. No, you're wrong."

"Stark, be reasonable."

"This is Peter we're talking about!" He exclaimed. "He's a genius! He's resourceful! He's a hero!"

Fury shook his head. "I want to believe that. I really do. But Doom's technology is completely different to what we got, and SHIELD can't afford to put any more resources into this."

"So, that's it?" Stark asked, bitter. "We just let him die?"

"We don't know if he survived after the missile shut down," Fury explained. "I don't like it. Believe me, I don't. But this is out of my hands." He looked at the ground, before looking back up. "Everyone, stay on standby. You heard Doom. He's going to send a Doombot here, and he's going to make it untraceable to him. We need to be ready for it." He started walking out of the room, not looking at anyone.

"Yeah, what a real hero!" Tony yelled at him. "The protector of the world! Letting a teenager die after he saved lives! Bravo!"

Fury turned around, looking at Stark with a hard stare. However, he slowly turned away, and left, not saying a word.

The rest of the heroes, dejected, separated, leaving in different directions. On his way out, Clint gave Tony a sympathetic pat on the back, while Natasha gave him a glare. Steve gave him some sad eyes, as he left with Scott to the infirmary.

Alone, Tony fell down on the couch, looking at the present still in his hand. After looking at it for a few seconds, he started tearing the paper off, and opened the box. His eyes landed on a smartphone, top of the line. One that was going to replace that old flip phone Peter had.

Tony had a lone tear fall down his face, as he threw the phone on the couch, and put his face in his hands.

Harlem doesn't have many people protecting it. It's a small enough neighborhood, but its filled to the brim with crime and corruption. Not many people watch over it.

Luke Cage was one of the few. He grew up in Harlem. He knew how hard it was to grow up in these parts. He knew how few opportunities kids had around here. He knew the mistakes people make in this neighborhood. He made quite a few himself when he was their age.

But he learned. And now he's trying to help others to know that they don't need to do them as well.

He walked down the streets of the neighborhood, doing his nightly patrol. He was a hero for hire, sure, but sometimes people need the help for free. Dead men don't pay, and dead men aren't good for this town.

Suddenly, he heard a door close in an alley, making him turn his head towards the sound. However, it was far from innocent, as he saw a woman with platinum hair, goggles, and a tight black catsuit come out, with what appeared to be a lockbox in her hands.

She noticed him, and smiled, not caring that she got caught.

"Yo, what're you doing?" He called, as he walked towards her. "I don't think that belongs to you, does it?"

"What about it, handsome?" She asked, a smirk arrogantly placed on her face.

"Well, I'm kinda the neighborhood watch round here," Cage stated. "And I don't like it when-"

Before he could finish, the thief flipped gracefully forward in the air, catching him off guard as she landed on his shoulders, and whipped him into a nearby dumpster. While it didn't hurt him, it did give her enough time to jump up to a fire escape, leaving her would be apprehender below her.

When he got back to his feet, she just smiled down at him, flipping the lockbox between her hands. "Sorry, but I'm afraid you're a little too old and boring for my tastes. See ya around," she said, turning to leave. "Oh, and if anyone asks, tell them Black Cat sent you."

She leaped away, quickly disappearing above the rooftops, leaving Luke by himself in the alley.

He stopped the ground with his foot, and crossed his arms. "Man, girl didn't even let me finish my hero dialogue," he complained to himself. He walked out of the alleyway, and looked at the building that the door was connected to, seeing what exactly she robbed.

It turned out to be a Laundromat. He raised an eyebrow, confused. "What? She steal quarters or somethin'?"

He rubbed the goatee on his chin, thinking. There's no way she would go through that trouble just for chump change. She looked professional. He pulled out his cellphone, quickly typing in a phone number, and placing it against his ear. "Hey, Danny, you up? Something weird's going on out here."

"Ugh, dammit!"

Tony was sitting in a swivel chair, deep in his lab, doing what he normally did in situations that stressed him out. Close himself off, and start inventing things that could help him out. However, unlike those other times, he couldn't get his mind off things. He couldn't shut out the world.

Because the object of his thoughts was off of it.

"Son of a bitch," he cursed to himself, as he looked to the device he had created. It was meant to be a tracking device, homed in on the technology he put in Peter's suit. But it couldn't get a signal. Wherever Peter was, he was too far away.

"Hey," a voice called to him, gently. Tony turned around, to see it was Steve.

"Oh," he muttered, putting down the device. "Hey, Cap."

"Mind if I take a seat?" He asked.

"Free country," Tony answered. "You should know that."

Steve walked up to him, and sat on the stool next to Stark. He looked at the billionaire for a second, a sad expression still on his face. "How are you holding up?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Tony answered, not looking at him. "All I did was send my teenage intern to a foreign country so he could get launched into space. No big deal."

"Tony-"

"That's what happened though, isn't it?" Tony interrupted. "I came into this kid's life because he was interesting to me, and now..."

Tony trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"You don't know if he's alive or dead," Steve concluded, earning a slow, reluctant nod from his teammate. "I...I know how you feel. I pushed him into this too."

"Steve, all you did was inspire him," Tony told him. "You didn't make him do anything he didn't want to do. Me on the other hand, I made it a point to put him in danger..." Guilt overran Tony, sorrow evident on his features. "He didn't get how dangerous this was. How could he? He's so young. But I did everything to throw him into Latveria. I dragged you to his house, I gave his aunt an alibi, I gave him a fancy new suit, I..."

Tony shook his head, before slamming his fist down on the table in front of him, making a few pieces of scrap metal fall to the ground. "I did this..." he silently said. "I don't even know how to explain this to his friends. To his aunt. He just got a girlfriend, and now she has to find out that her boyfriend is..."

The two just sat their like that for a moment, trying hard to forgive themselves, and failing.

"Steve?" Tony said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Do you...do you think he's still alive?" Tony questioned. "He's alone in space. I mean, most people wouldn't even stand a chance."

Steve pursed his lips, thinking for a moment, before he looked back at his friend. "I have seen that kid do things that I haven't seen in my entire life. He has more bravery than most soldiers I fought alongside in the war, and twice the heart of anyone else I've ever met. He's a hero, and even when the world tells him to stop, he does what he knows is right. He disabled that missile. He found you when the Scorpion kidnapped you and Pepper when he first came into our lives. He's intelligent. And when you put all that together, you have a kid who could do anything."

Tony looked at the American Icon, as Steve stared intensely back.

"That kid is out there, fighting and scratching like never before," Cap told him. "And you're the only one who can bring him back to us."

Tony considered this for a moment, as Steve got up, getting ready to leave. "Hey, Cap?" Tony said.

Steve looked down at him.

"Thanks," Tony sincerely said. Steve nodded, as he walked out of the lab, the doors closing behind him.

Tony turned back to his work. Peter was alive. He could feel it. Steve could feel it. Which meant one thing, and one thing only.

Tony would stop at nothing to find him.

Peter could feel himself waking up again, this time with a little recollection of what happened last time. Someone had gotten him off the missile. Green people. While that thought alone was enough to make him freak out, he needed to try to use what little strength he had to get out.

His eyes opened again, his vision still unclear, as he was still strapped down to the bed he was in.

"He's waking up again," he heard the man from earlier say.

"Don't worry, I have the sedative right here," the woman from earlier responded.

"NO!" Peter yelled, not wanting to go under again. He started struggling against the bindings, trying to escape.

"Hold him down!" The woman ordered. "I can't inject him like this!"

The man, still blurry, came up to him, and tried to hold him down. He was definitely stronger than the average man, but might not be as strong as Peter. "Calm yourself!" The man demanded. "We do not wish to harm you!"

"Yeah, and I'm the queen of England!" Peter responded, still giving all of his might against the straps.

"Do not lie to me!" The man growled. "You are not even female!"

Suddenly, the bands ripped apart, and Peter was able to push the brute of a man off of him, and into the wall, making him crash with a metallic thud to the floor. He hopped up, and felt his spider sense go off.

He turned, to see the needle flying towards him. He quickly dodged, before flipping past the green woman, who wasn't able to register his speed before he was out of the room.

Still groggy, Peter kept running, trying desperately to keep his balance. He wasn't feeling well at all, but he needed to get out of here. He looked, to see multiple corridors and multiple doors. He just let his instincts guide him, as he tried to find an exit.

A door opened in front of him, as Peter tripped. He crashed to the floor, groaning in pain and nausea, as he looked up, to see the face of an angry, horrific monster hissing at him. With a gasp, he quickly jumped away, as he could feel it chasing him.

He ran down the end of the hallway, making it to the large sliding doors in front of him. They opened, and as Peter entered the room, he froze, shocked at the sight.

Through a large, glass window, was the empty, yet beautifully full vacuum of space. Stars littered themselves around, as strange, foreign planets slowly spun in the distance.

He was in space. Space. Peter got sent to space. He was fighting a dictator, he got thrown into a missile, and now he's in space. But, wait, he, how?

"Hey, pal!"

Peter whipped around, to see the figures of the large, green man, the slender, yet dangerous green woman, the creature he had tripped over earlier, and a new figure, what appeared to be a robotic man, with large, red eyes.

"Just relax," The robot man said, nicely. "No one here is going to hurt you."

Peter just looked at all of the strange figures, and with the sight of them, the discovery that he was in space, and his weak state, everything became too much for him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, as he fell to the ground, passing out.

Looking at the fallen teenage boy, Star-Lord, Gamora, Drax, and Rocket walked closer towards him, checking to make sure he was ok.

"Guess it was a bit much for him, huh?" Rocket carelessly stated.

The others looked at him with light glares, staring at the unaware raccoon. He looked up at them, to see their reaction to him.

"What?" Rocket asked, shrugging his shoulders. "It was!"