A/N: Hey everyone, nice to be able to update again. Before I get started, I would just like to say that I've seen the new Spider-Man movie (3 times) in theaters, and I absolutely love it. While some things are very different from the comics (Ned, Flash, even Vulture) I thought it works very well for the MCU, and that Spider-Man really adds to it.

For those of you who may be worrying about me changing things to fit the movie, since this is unfortunately a common thing in stories about these characters, let me just say that the story is going to keep going just the way I've had it. Aunt May is an older woman, not a really attractive Italian woman, the Vulture is an old, former, government agent with an axe to grind, and not a construction worker who's disillusioned with super heroes, Flash is a big bully and not a smart bully, etc.

At this point, this story is its own little universe, and while I will keep making references to the MCU, keep in mind that it's only up to a certain point, which is Age of Ultron and Ant-Man.

Thank you again for your patience, and hopefully it won't be too long until the next update.

"Dammit...I can't believe he got away again."

"I can."

Captain America was standing next to his dear friend Sam Wilson, the Falcon, disappointed. He was in a warehouse in the middle of Australia, frustrated. "We were too late. Again," he stated, as he looked around.

He saw the dead bodies of Hydra agents all around them, strewn about, splotches of blood staining everything in the room. Crimson coated various crates full of strange looking materials, some of which appeared to be chemicals. Bullet cases covered the stone floor, as it was obvious that the soldiers were trying to fight something off. Cap had a pretty decent idea to what it was.

"What was he doing here?" Steve asked himself, aloud, as he scratched his chin. "There's no way he's still under Hydra control. Unless..."

"Unless something went wrong," Sam finished his thought. "Very wrong."

"Hydra doesn't make mistakes," Steve said, as he walked up to a bloody and broken body. He crouched down, and quickly studied it. "At least not like this." He looked over at Sam, who was looking through some of the stuff on the tables. "Widow was able to dig up some files a while back. Hydra had their brainwashing technique down to an exact science. No one under their control would do this."

"Which means he isn't under their control anymore," Sam deduced, as he noticed a small computer terminal. He walked over to it, and started fiddling around with it.

Steve, meanwhile, couldn't help but look around at the wreckage. He couldn't help but wonder why this happened. Was Bucky just out for revenge? Or was there an actual purpose to this? Was he here for something specific?

"Hey, Cap!" Sam called. "You're gonna want to see this."

Rogers perked up, as he got up and walked over to the Falcon, looking over his shoulder to see what was on the screen. His eyes slowly widened as he read what was on it. "Oh my God..."

"So, you're the guy Cap was trying to keep under wraps."

Tony was in the kitchen of his tower, working on Bucky Barnes' arm with a portable blowtorch, and a few mini screwdrivers. The possibly former assassin was sitting still in a chair, looking dead ahead, not bothering to make eye contact with the billionaire.

"It wasn't hard to figure out what Cap was doing," Tony stated, looking at him with goggled eye. "I'm always looking at SHIELD files, and it was pretty obvious why he was trying to find the 'Winter Soldier'."

"Don't call me that," Bucky said, shortly.

Tony looked at his visitor again, a bit quietly. "Didn't realize it was a sore spot," Tony, in his own way, apologized. He kept working, sparks flying up every once in a while, as he was still a bit curious as to why the man was here in the first place. It couldn't just be because of his arm, could it?

"I...apologize..." Bucky slowly let out. "It's just been...confusing, lately. I'm not ready to hear that name right now. I don't know if I ever will be."

"I guess I understand," Tony said. "But what should I call you? Because I'm smart, but even I have trouble getting someone's attention if I don't have a name."

The man with the robotic arm went silent for a moment, thinking. Finally, he made a decision. "Bucky will be fine. I like it."

"Ok, Bucky," Tony started. "Want to tell me why you're in my kitchen?" He put down his blowtorch, as he was picking at the arm with his screwdriver. "It can't just be because of a tune up."

Bucky narrowed his eyes at Tony. "You are smart," he simply stated.

"Really?" Tony sarcastically asked. "What makes you think that? Spill it Helicopter Removal."

"I've heard about your Spider-Man issue."

Tony went dead quiet, as he froze. He stared at the man with steely eyes, a very serious look on his face. "How?" He simply asked.

"I was a spy," Bucky said. "Do you think you're the only one who can hack into SHIELD's files?"

Tony stood straight up, looking right at the known Hydra agent. "How much do they know?"

Bucky's jaw clenched, the thought of the terrorist organization still raw. "They know that Spider-Man is a person in New York. That's it."

Tony frowned, relieved, even though he knew there had to be more on him. "Why were you looking at those files anyway?"

Bucky just looked at the billionaire, unsure brown eyes gazing a hole right through him. "I was...looking for Steve's files."

Tony furrowed his brow. "Rogers? Why? I thought you two were buddy-buddy in the war? Well, until pseudo-Nazis grabbed you and made you part Terminator."

Bucky scowled, silent, obviously not appreciating the comment.

"Look, you broke into a stranger's house for a quick fix to a robot arm," Tony snarked. "If you don't like my clever remarks, you can see if Reed Richards would help you. He won't, by the way. He's busy."

Bucky thought about it for a moment, before sighing. "Fine. Just try not to be an asshole anymore."

"No promises," Tony said, as he walked over to a counter, and wiped his hands off with a cloth, getting some sweat off. "You should be all set. Although I'd wait about a week before you arm wrestle anyone."

Bucky moved the fingers on his mechanical side, and while still stoic, was pleased. "...thank you," He quietly said, not used to saying the words.

Tony simply stared at him. "Why are you here?" Tony asked again, wanting to know what the assassin wanted with Peter.

Bucky then opened up a compartment on his vest, pulling out a flash drive. He tossed it towards Tony, who caught it, before giving it a curious glance. "Hydra was making a computer program to take over satellite systems," he explained, as he stood up. "I don't know what they were going to use it for, but I destroyed all data for it after I downloaded it. I figured you would like it."

Tony's eyes widened. His own satellite systems weren't enough to find Peter. But if he was able to get a few more...

"I...I don't know what to..." Tony trailed off, as he looked up, to see that Bucky was gone, without a trace. He looked around him, only to see that he was alone once again. "Right, super spy. Of course." He looked down at the flash drive in his hand. "JARVIS."

"Yes, sir?" The AI chirped.

"Get the lab ready. Now."

"Morlun. Morlun the Space Vampire. Morlun the Space Vampire that specifically eats Spider-Men."

Peter was pacing around in the cargo hold of the Milano, mask in hand, freaking out as the reality of his situation had seemed to finally kick in. He was in space. He was in space with strangers. He was being chased around by a super powered alien who's trying to eat him. Oh yeah, and the strangers had the idea to kill him at first.

He would write a book, but he sucked at writing.

"Oh man," he groaned to himself, as he stared out a small window, looking at the stars effortlessly floating in the void, trying to find the calming effect that they should of given him, only to find paranoia and distress.

The Parker luck was kicking into overdrive. He got shot into space by a dictator and then started getting hunted down like an animal. By an alien vampire monster man. Did he mention that part? Because that seems like an important thing to mention.

"Star Trek had it waaay off," he weakly joked to himself, zoning out.

"Star Trek?"

"Ah!" Peter jumped, startled. He quickly turned around to see the large, scarred frame of Drax, who was watching the human with great curiosity. "Oh, it's you," Peter calmed down a bit, still on his guard. "So, did you guys change your mind? Are you going to kill me now?" He asked, as he stared blankly at the duel knives that Drax had stored in his boots.

Drax just shook his head, brushing off the thought as if it wasn't as serious as it was. "Quill and Groot never wished to kill you. And Rocket, Gamora, and I also do not want to kill you. Anymore."

Peter quirked an eyebrow at the destroyer. "What changed your mind?"

Drax smiled. "Your actions today, of course!" He bellowed, laughing slightly. "Without anyone asking, you went in the heat of battle to save the lives of the people around you! And when you grabbed Groot from under that monster's nose? HA!" He celebrated, making Peter jump a bit. "Priceless!"

"Oh, well, that's just what I do..." he quietly explained, not quite sure how to respond.

"Of course you have!" Drax exclaimed, still excited. "Tell me, you're a fierce warrior, how many enemies have you slain?" He asked, as he sat down on a crate in the room.

Peter's eyes widened. "Slain? Whoa whoa whoa, no, I-I don't kill people."

Drax furrowed his brow, before realization washed over his face. "Oh, you paralyze them. That is also acceptable."

"No!" Peter yelled, frustrated. "I don't paralyze them!"

"Cripple?"

"No!"

"Maim?"

"NO!"

"Then what do you do against your enemies?" Drax asked, beside himself.

"I just...beat them up," Peter answered, simply.

Drax stared at the foreign hero like he suddenly grew a second head, as he was absolutely confused.

"Like, with punches," Peter clarified. "And kicks. And I usually web them up."

"You...render them unconscious?" Drax asked.

"Yep."

Drax thought for a moment. "That's stupid."

"What?"

"They can just come back to hurt you again. They will continue to come after you. It is much simpler to kill them."

"But, that's not right," Peter defended.

"What do you mean?" Drax said. "Are you questioning my morals?"

"What? No! Of course not!" Peter quickly backtracked.

"I am a very moral person."

"I can tell."

"I love helping weaker people. Like Quill. Or an infant."

"Right, but, for me, it's wrong," the brunette continued. "I want to help people. And some of the guys I fight, they aren't bad. Not really. Some of them are just having a hard time and made a stupid choice. I have to fight them, and I have to stop them, but they can try to be better. They can't do that if they are dead."

Drax tilted his head. "And what of the ones you fight that are truly bad," he questioned. "The ones who can't be redeemed?"

Peter looked down at his feet. "They still deserve the chance."

Drax mulled over what the teenager said. "I don't agree with your code," he started. "But I can respect it."

Peter gave a slightly relieved smile, as he sat down next to Drax on the crate. "Ditto." Peter then noticed the questioning look on the green brute's face. "Oh, I mean, same for you."

The two sat in silence for a moment, staring straight ahead of them. Peter's mind was wandering, wondering if he'll ever get back home, if he'll ever see Aunt May again. Or Gwen. He really does miss her. He wished that he had figured out that he liked her a lot sooner then he did. They would've had more time together. Now he might die in space. That was a scary thought.

Peter looked over at the alien he was sitting next to, only to notice that Drax had been staring intently at his costume. "Uh, what?"

"Your suit," Drax said. "What do the markings on it mean?"

Peter looked down at his suit, taken a bit off guard with the question. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Where I'm from, we mark ourselves, to tell our stories," Drax explained, gesturing towards his body. Peter observed the grim designs of the red marks on his body. "Each symbol tells a story. Each victory, each defeat. Each loss...the deaths of my wife and child are forever on me, and it reminds me what I have to do."

Peter frowned, as he looked at his costume. "I guess I have that too," he said, thinking about his Uncle Ben. He looked at Drax, who seemed melancholy suddenly. Peter couldn't help but feel bad, he knows what it's like to lose people you loved. He wasn't quite sure what to say, or if there was even anything he could say. Instead, he just put his hand on the destroyer's shoulder, trying to show some form of comfort to a person that obviously wasn't used to it.

"So what was that trek you mentioned?" Drax asked.

Peter didn't get it. "Trek?"

"You said something about a 'Star Trek'. What is that?"

Peter smirked. "My friend, let me tell you a tale."

"All of our fronts on the eastern side have been hit."

Wilson Fisk had his arms crossed behind his back, as he looked out the window of his penthouse office in Fisk Tower. The Kingpin of Crime had a grimace on his face, not happy about the news.

"Mister Rose, I'm going to ask you to repeat yourself," Fisk said, his voice low and dangerous. "For a moment, I thought you said that all of my fronts for drugs, weapons, and other frowned upon activities have been stolen from."

The Rose, his purple mask covering the frown on his face, stood still. "...I am sorry sir."

Fisk whipped around towards his right hand man. "Sorry!?" He boomed. "Sorry!? Someone out there knows every single location for my fronts, has been stealing from them, and all you can think of is 'sorry!?"

The Rose didn't react at all, as Fisk came closer to him, the crime boos fuming as he towered over him. The Rose's eyes were steely, as he felt any emotion at all from him would provoke Fisk even more.

Evidently, he was right, as Fisk scoffed, turning back around, walking back towards the window. "Find everyone in charge for each of those locations. Make an example of them. Tighten up security for the places that haven't been hit yet," Kingpin curtly ordered. "You're dismissed."

"Yes, sir," Rose confirmed, as he quickly made his way out of the office, closing the large double doors behind him.

Kingpin, meanwhile, was still contemplating. Who would be brave enough to attempt this? Who would so openly go against him like this? He hasn't had many problems since he took over Silvermane's territory, which only made these attacks frustrate him even more.

There's only one thing he was sure of. Someone knew about his operations. And they were using that to their advantage.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was sure of two things. That someone knew of his operations, and that once he found out who it was, he was going to have them killed in the most painful way possible.

"Ugh, how much farther is this place?"

"I don't know, but shut up."

"That's rude! You jerk."

Quill, Rocket, Gamora, and Groot were in the cockpit of the Milano, soaring through the cosmos, as Quill and Rocket were bickering like usual, both at the controls.

"You keep asking every five minutes!" Quill replied. "It gets aggravating."

Rocket rolled his eyes. "Well, sorrrrry that I'm bugging you! Ya know what bugs me? When you drive like a Grandma!"

Quill just looked forward, paying attention to his flying. "We need to make sure we have enough fuel to get there and back."

Rocket scoffed. "We have enough to go faster than this!"

The terran looked at his copilot. "For a two way trip across the galaxy?" He questioned, unimpressed.

"Uh, yeah, obviously," Rocket smugly replied. "Which is why we're able to go there in the first place!"

"If we keep a steady pace, and don't speed!" Quill argued.

"That's not how fuel works!"

"That's exactly how fuel works!"

"That's how fuel works," Gamora agreed.

"Stay out of this!" Rocket spat, turning around towards the warrior.

"Stay in this!" Quill urged, also turning towards her.

"I'm starting to regret staying in this room," Gamora sighed, as she slightly shook her head, her hands on her hips.

"Wow, ain't that something," Rocket said, turning back around. "She just doesn't appreciate us."

Quill focused back on steering. "Pfft, right?" He agreed.

"I am Groot," the plant added.

Gamora groaned in annoyance, before being interrupted by the sound of Drax, laughing loudly as he walked in with his arm around Peter's shoulders.

"So he killed all of those robots, just by asking a question?" Drax asked, still laughing.

"Well, it was a paradox, but yeah!" Peter said, earning another howl and a big slap on the back from Drax.

"This Mister Spock, I would love to fight alongside him!" He announced.

"Spock?" Quill asked, as he perked up at the name. "Are you talking about Star Trek?"

"Yes he is," Drax confirmed. "And I am very disappointed in you Quill. Why would you not tell me the greatest story of your people?"

"Well, I mean, it's great, but I didn't think you'd like it," Quill said.

"Plus, I don't know if it's the greatest story we have," Peter added. "There's Game of Thrones. Ugh, seriously, I must be so behind. I'm never going to catch up."

"I have no idea what 'Game of Thrones' is," Quill told Peter.

"Oh, right...80's..." Peter scratched the back of his head. "It's good though, trust me. Although Aunt May thinks it's a bit too...adult..."

"Anyways Quill," Drax interrupted. "I think that the 'Captain Kirk' of that tale had more of an effect on you than you realized."

Peter's eyes widened slightly, as he realized what Drax was getting at. He started flailing his arms wildly and shaking his head, urging Drax to quit it. The destroyer, however, didn't notice him.

"What do you mean?" Star-Lord asked.

Drax smirked. "Kirk had an affinity for women with green skin, as do you."

Peter facepalmed, as Gamora threw her eyebrows up. Quill froze for a second, before spinning around in his chair. The entire room stared at Drax, in shocked silence.

He noticed the looks on everyone's faces, which only confused him. "What?" Drax asked.

"I am Groot!" Groot informed him.

Drax rolled his eyes. "Embarrassed. You guys are too sensitive."

Suddenly, the ship slightly shook, catching everyone off guard. "What was that?" Peter asked, voicing everyone's thoughts.

"Did we hit something?" Rocket asked his copilot.

"I didn't see anything," Quill answered, as he checked all of his readings, making sure nothing was wrong.

Before he could do anything though, the ship rocked violently, more intensely than before, knocking everyone standing off their feet, having them crash into the chairs as they fell. Groot slid off his counter, landing on Drax's chest. With the ship still shaking, they barely got back on their feet, completely confused. The sound of metal being torn apart suddenly filled the air, each noise coming with another giant shake of the ship. Peter threw on his mask, as his spider sense was tingling

"What the hell!?" Quill cursed, as he held tightly on the controls, trying unsuccessfully to steady the ship.

"I am Groot..." Groot stated, shaking in Drax's grip.

Suddenly, the top of the cockpit ripped apart, as a blur flew in at an incredible speed, knocking back Drax and Gamora to the floor once more. The blur then stopped in front of Spider-Man, revealing itself to be none other than Morlun, who was staring at him with an intense hunger in his eyes.

"Oh no..." Peter muttered, before quickly jumping out of the room, running for his life as Morlun quickly went after him.

"Oh crap!" Rocket cried, as the vacuum of space was entering the ship, as the things around the cockpit started flying into the hole that Morlun made.

"I am Groooooot!" Groot yelled, as his pot was starting to float towards the hole, before a force field covered the hole, blocking out the vacuum and having him fall back to the floor, only for Rocket to catch him.

"Well at least that's still working," Rocket stated, looking at the force field covered hole.

"Well it's not going to for much longer," Quill yelled, doing his best to keep things under control. "Rocket, keep this ship from completely exploding. Drax, Gamora, find Morlun and keep him from eating the kid!"

"I am Groot!?" The plant asked.

"You're with me, Groot!" He said, as Drax quickly gave the potted plant to Quill, who placed him on his lap. "I'm going to adjust the intercom systems so we can hear each other at all times. Go!"

"Drax!" Gamora shouted. "Hurry up before we all die!"

"Ugh!" Drax groaned, quickly running after her. "Cease your nagging, woman!"

Meanwhile, Spidey was quickly moving through the Milano, going faster than he ever thought possible. Leaping from the wall to the ceiling as he was constantly moving forward, only barely keeping his pace as Morlun was right behind him, and a hair away from catching him. Peter was doing everything he could to remain calm, but inside he was panicking. If he gets caught, he's dead, and so is everyone else. He needs to keep moving.

"You might as well stop running," Morlun snickered, malice flooding off his voice. "It doesn't matter. I can smell your fear. I can sense your energy. I can feel your soul in the air. And I won't stop until you're mine."

"Sorry," Peter managed to say, breathing heavily as he called his robotic spider arms out to keep going as fast as he could. "But I'm just not that into you. Man I hope I haven't used that one before. Or at least too much. Quips are hard."

"I think I'm going to rip your jaw out before I eat you," Morlun thought aloud, as Peter could hear his grin.

"I'd prefer if you did-AH!" Peter cried as Morlun finally caught up to him, striking him in the back as the teenager tried to make another leap. Peter fell to the floor, rolling away from Morlun as the vampiric entity simple stood still, observing his prey. Peter sat up, seeing that he was at the end of a hallway and the only way out was blocked by the person trying to kill him.

He stared at him, the two locking eyes as Morlun slowly stepped towards him, ready to end things. The vampire's eyes glowed bright red, as it seemed he could barely contain his excitement.

"Weird monster man!"

"What-?" Morlun questioned, before Drax appeared out of seemingly nowhere, tackling him through a door into another room.

"Oh my god," Peter gasped, finally breathing as he got to his feet, with Gamora running up to him, and dragging him away from the scene. "Wait, what about Drax?"

"We don't have time, move!" Gamora demanded, as she tightened her grip around Spider-Man's arm, the two running away.

After a few moments of struggle, Drax flew back through the hole he made when he knocked down the door, crashing hard against the wall, stunned. Morlun stepped through, and took a quick look around. He scowled, as he realized that his food was escaping. He flew towards where he sensed Peter was, quickly moving through the spaceship.

"What are we doing?" Spidey asked the daughter of Thanos, as the two reached the cargo hold.

Gamora shut the gate to the room, as she pushed Peter to a certain spot.

"Whoa!" The red and gold clad hero let out, not expecting the forceful display. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up," Gamora ordered.

"But-"

"Shut. Up."

"If you knew me you'd realize how hard that is for me," Peter half-joked.

There was a loud bang at the solid steel door, and another. Eventually, a large dent popped out, as Morlun was trying to get in.

"Just stay there, and you probably won't die," Gamora told him, before she jumped behind a large pile of boxes, hiding.

"Wait, what do you mean 'probably'?" Spider-Man asked, scared.

Suddenly, Morlun broke through the gate, treating it like it was nothing more than a mild inconvenience, which wasn't far from the truth for him. "You are starting to annoy me," he growled.

"I annoy everyone," Peter told him. "Including my friends! So, since we're friends now, you don't have to kill me and we can play Xbox or something."

Morlun smirked again, approaching him. "You're still terrified of me."

"Yeah, terrified of your fashion sense," Spidey nervously quipped. "You look like an evil time lord."

"Prepare to die," Morlun said.

Taking him by surprise, Gamora leapt off the stack of boxes she was hiding behind, her sword in hand, as she landed on Morlun's back and started choking him out with her weapon. The vampire struggled to throw her off of him, trying hard to whip her off, the sword starting to cut into his neck. After a moment, Morlun grabbed her, tossing her hard against a crate, breaking it in the process as her sword flew away from her, embedding itself into the floor.

Morlun glared at Peter, once again moving towards him, as it looked like he was only getting more frustrated.

"Hey Morlun!" Gamora called. The vampire turned to see the green warrior, holding a large laser gun that she had gotten from the crate. "Thanks for this," she said, before firing at will, as she let out a mighty battle cry.

Peter jumped out of the way, as searing hot beams of light flew all around the room, hitting almost everything inside, leaving black burnt marks on whatever it touched. Morlun was dodging impossibly fast, as he almost effortlessly avoided all of them. Gamora didn't let up however, as she did have a plan.

Eventually, she saw her opportunity, as Morlun jumped on a particular crate she had her eye on. She immediately shot the crate, and stopped firing, confusing Morlun a bit. Soon, a high pitch sound rang from the crate, before it exploded, destroying the wall to that section of the cargo hold, exposing them to the vacuum of space once more. Morlun was desperately clawing into the floor, trying to stay inside, only to get dislodged when one of the many boxes that were flying out hit him in the face, as he was sucked out into the void.

Gamora had grabbed onto her sword, still stuck in the floor, as Spider-Man was sticking to a wall, using all of his will to stay in the ship. Eventually though, that wasn't enough, as the suction of space pulled him towards the hole.

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god!" Peter panicked, before shooting a few web lines at the floor at the last second, tethering him to the ship as he floated in the air, flailing around partly because of the ship shaking from the damage it's received, and partly because he was being sucked into space. He was already finding it a bit hard to breath, as he tried to pull himself back into the ship, as the force field repair system of the ship was slowly covering the hole Peter flew out of. Peter was just thankful that the system seemed to be damaged a bit, as it was not moving nearly as fast as it should be, giving him a small chance to get back inside.

Inside the cargo hold, Gamora was still holding tightly onto her sword, as she kept looking behind her to make sure the young hero was still with her. Soon though, she felt the sword starting to come loose from the floor, making her eyes widen. "No..." she groaned, before the sword dislodged itself, making it and her fly out of the same hole. She held on tight to her weapon, hoping it would stick into something else, to no avail.

She thought she was doomed until she felt something tugging on her arm. She looked to see that Peter had let go of one of his lines, and shot another one to save her. He held on for dear life, as he slowly pulled her closer, grabbing her when he was able to. She was piggybacking on him, as he was pulling himself back to the ship with as much effort as he could. He was moving as fast as possible, the force fields still closing in over the hole. He knew he had to hurry, because if they weren't inside when the force field finally closed, they'll be dead.

Inch by inch Peter climbed, as the field continued to grow. The hole continued to get smaller and smaller, as Spider-Man continued to push himself. At the last second, Peter and Gamora was able to squeeze through back into the cargo hold, collapsing on the floor, both coughing and trying to regain their breath.

"That-ugh- that sucked," Spidey coughed, as he tore off his mask to breathe easier.

"Hey!" A voice over the intercom shouted. "Cargo hold!"

Gamora coughed a few more times. "Rocket?" She asked, as she slowly got back upright. "What's happening?"

"Oh, nothing much," Rocket started. "Except for the fact that I'm trying to keep the ship from falling apart, and it's getting harder and harder, because someone is BLOWING GIANT STINKING HOLES IN THE HULL!"

"It's cool,Gamora did a cool thing and shot Morlun into space," Peter defended, smiling at Gamora, who gave a small grin in return.

"That doesn't help that all the systems are going nuts and the ship is shaking like Quill when he's had one too many."

"He does shake a lot when he's drunk," Gamora informed Peter.

"I can hear you!" Quill chimed in.

"Kid, I need another brain up here," Rocket said to Peter, "Go to my workshop and get me as much scrap metal as you can, then meet me in my room," Rocket ordered. "I need to build so much crap to keep us from exploding right now."

"You're the raccoon boss!" Spidey replied, throwing his mask back on.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" The teenager said, as he and Gamora quickly made their way through the ship, eventually getting to the same hallway where Gamora and Drax had saved him in the first place.

They crossed Drax, who had just started stirring again. "Spider!" Drax happily greeted, still a bit out of it. "Glad to see you're ok! Why is the ship shaking?" The two ignored him, as they kept running to Rocket's workshop to get him the stuff he needs to fix the ship. Drax blinked at them, before he figured it out. "Oh right, we're all going to die," he slurred, as he started to stand up.

Spidey and Gamora went into Rocket's workshop, as the two quickly started grabbing every piece of metal they could find, cleaning off the table. Peter quickly webbed up a bag, as he threw every semi-important looking material into it. "Please, Rocket, I hope you know what you're doing. "

Peter saw something that looked like a motherboard leaning against a wall. Figuring it was important, the teenager quickly moved over to pick it up. When he bent over though, he felt a sudden intense flash of his spider sense. Confused, he stood up, only for a hand to break through and grab him tightly around the throat. It could only be one person.

"GAK!" Peter choked out, as his extra robot arms quickly came out of his back, and stuck themselves in between Morlun's fingers, prying them open. Peter fell down to the steel floor, breathing heavily as he tried to get the air back into his lungs once more, the little hole made by Morlun's hand quickly covered by a force field.

Gamora, seeing Morlun was still on the ship, frowned deeply. "Dammit," she cursed, before she pulled her sword out once more, ready for a fight. "Rocket!" She yelled at the intercom system. "Morlun's still on the ship!"

"What!?" Rocket chirped over the speakers. "I thought you shot him into space?"

"Well obviously that doesn't really matter to him!" Gamora shot back. Suddenly, the wall that Morlun's hand broke through was being bent, as the vampiric monster was bashing hard against it, the ship feeling like it's on its last legs. "He's going to get through again!"

"He can't break that wall!" Rocket yelled. "If he does the ship is done for, and so are we!"

"Ugh..." Quill groaned over the speaker. "I'm gonna regret this."

"Regret what?" Peter asked the green warrior next to him, before the ship suddenly flew at incredible speeds, flinging the two against a wall. "What's happening!?" Spider-Man cried.

"That idiot just went into hyper-space!" Gamora answered, as the ship unstably flew forward. After a few moments of uncontrollable speed, the ship crashed into something solid, having the two hit the floor hard, head first.

Peter could feel himself blacking out again, as the world around him spun until it disappeared.

Tony worked harder than he ever worked before in his life, as he was rearranging the code he had received from the Winter Soldier in his lab, desperate to finally find Peter. While incomplete, the code was still enough for him to build off of. However, the entire situation was a little dubious to him.

An apparently ex-terrorist gave him a flash drive that he had stolen from Hydra, an organization hellbent on dissolving all governments and taking over the world, in order to take over other people's satellites, and giving him enough power to trace Peter's suit across the cosmos.

Or, it was a virus that was going to destroy all the satellites and give Hydra enough of a chance to restart and take over.

"Well Rogers," he muttered to himself. "This is your friend I'm betting on. JARVIS?"

"Yes sir?" The AI chirped.

"Run maximum optimal settings on all Stark Industries satellites."

"Right away."

The billionaire was able to figure out how to properly use the code Bucky gave him, and now had the power to take over any satellite system he wanted. He just had to figure out which ones. If he did this wrong, there's a very good chance that SHIELD will crack down on him, and stop the signal before it can pinpoint Peter.

"JARVIS, send the code to every non-essential government satellite."

"Of course. The signal is now at 3%."

"Great, keep me updated," he ordered, as he brought up a few holographic screens and started to swipe through them, with another smaller screen with a bar on it appearing next to them. The bar had a few small red bars filling the bottom of it. "Next, take over every satellite connected to a cell tower. We gotta hurry after this, people are going to notice that they can't send emojis to each other. "

"Right, sir," JARVIS replied. "Signal is now at 54%."

Tony frowned, as the bar went up, the inside now yellow and covering a little over half of it. "I was hoping it'd be stronger. Fine, we'll just have to step it up. Take over Oscorp's systems."

"With pleasure. Signal is now at 72%," he stated, as the bar went up again, turning a darker yellow inside.

"Damn. We're already raising a lot of red flags. Eh, what's a few more I guess," he rationalized, intent on finding his intern. "Take over SHIELD's satellites."

"Sir, are you sure?"

"Do it, JARVIS."

"Very well." The bar on the screen went up again, turning light green. "Signal is now at a strong 86%, but it still can't seem to focus in on Mister Parker's location," JARVIS stated. "It seems we still need one more system."

"But there isn't anything else!" Tony said, extremely frustrated as scrolled though the holographic screens, trying to find anything. "Except...JARVIS?"

"Yes sir?"

"I don't want to hear any back talk about this."

"Sir?"

"Hack Latveria's satellites," Tony ordered, stone faced.

"Sir, I have to advise against doing that," The AI argued. "Doom was very clear about what would happen if we crossed him again."

"This is the only system that we don't have under our control right now," Tony argued back. "We're doing this."

"...very well," JARVIS gave in. After a few moments, the bar completely filled up, turning dark green. "Signal is now at 100%. Young Mister Parker's location has been locked on. I am also getting small flickers of his vital readings. He's alive, sir."

Tony let out a deep breath, a smile coming on his face as he started chuckling. "I finally found you..." he said to himself, almost in disbelief.

"I must warn you sir, he is...extraordinarily far away," JARVIS told him. "Any attempts from the Avengers to retrieve him would take weeks."

Tony considered this for a minute, thinking hard. "It's ok, JARVIS," he finally decided. "I know a faster way to get to him."

Tony pressed a few things on the holographic screen, as a few workbenches moved out of the way, a panel opening up in the floor, and a large tube coming out of it.

He realizes now that he can't get out of this. He wanted to, God did he want to, but he just can't. There was more heroes popping up by the day, a lot of who can take care of people and the world.

But there's always going to be something that someone can't do. Peter had said it best. With great power comes great responsibility.

The tube opened up, to show a sleek suit of black and gold armor. Tony stared at it, a smirk and a look of determination on his face.

There was also going to be heroes.

But there was only one Iron Man. And he is back.