The lethal electricity sparking from the hand around his throat stunned him, locked his muscles from moving. He hit the asphalt, hard.

The ground cracked with electricity, somehow he had moved away in time, the blast flung him into a couple of trees nearby, the impact made him lose his breath.

He bumped down in the grass, gasping for air.

Harry clawed at the grass, the tree, he had to get up, he had to—his eye met a blooming fire. He gasped and reached out to shoot a web… his body was thrown helplessly by the explosion, further away from the house.

For but a moment he saw a darkness being pulled over his eyes like a blanket. His thoughts were a whirlwind of noise and voices.

Rushing water went past his ears, it felt like being pulled under water… but it was comforting to focus on the noise in his head.

He saw a hazy image of Ron and Hermione laughing with him, slamming together their mugs of steaming butterbeer in the Gryffindor common room… celebrating something with the other Gryffindors. They were overjoyed, sending red and golden sparks everywhere, letting them rain over the room.

Clearly there had been some sort of victory… but what kind of victory? It reminded him of a dream… but yet it couldn't be.

Harry waved his own wand haphazardly in the air, but instead sent a small blizzard all over Ron and Hermione, sprinkling their clothes and hair with flakes of snow.

The three of them laughed at Harry's botched spell, the loudest was Hermione, he did not know why but despite how loud Ron was, she drowned him out.

Seeing her smile made his heart almost jump out of its chest and in his excitement, he kissed her.

Vibrant fireworks swirled up around them… and Hermione's lip suffocated him.

It was freezing, strangely.

Water filled his nostrils, his mouth. He opened his eyes and realizing where he was, he waved with his arms and got out of the water by holding onto the straws of grass near the bank until his entire body was on land again.

Freezing, he rolled over on his back and caught a glimpse of the swaying trees above him.

Spots of water covered the parts of his glasses that weren't broken. His soaked clothes dragged him down, so he ditched everything he had on him except his wand, underwear and for sentimental reasons, his glasses.

He had to move.

He crawled along the grass, bumped into a tree. He could barely see anything anymore through the pain.

Bones were broken… blood choked him… his ribs clawed at him… one of his arms unusable.

Yet… he clung onto the tree, heaving himself up… because he had to.

His head spun around. He swayed, nearly lost his footing but kept himself standing, all because of the sodding tree.

What was he supposed to do? Fight naked or in clothes that would just slow him down?

Tony Stark's voice spoke in his head, a voice from many months ago. "And hey kid, being an Avenger now and all… you have access to the Stark Industries Satellites. Of course very limited access, but still, it's something right? If you somehow find yourself without a suit, call for a new one. Think of it like a drive-in, except from space. And free of charge, all you need to do is..."

Harry held up his palm in-front of him, aimed towards the sky, just like he had seen Tony do before to demonstrate the satellite's functions.

"FRIDAY… suit up."

Nothing happened. Not at first. He waited, and waited… the pain ebbed through him, digging into his head and for a while that was all he was left with.

Soon enough a boom rippled through the sky, leaving a trail of white rings behind.

Harry smiled weakly. His vision was darkening… a nap sounded great right about now.

His eyes shut.

Fabric hugged his cold skin, a sudden warmth swept over him like a hot blanket, it expanded outwards from his chest, over his arms, legs, fingers, toes and finally his head was covered over with a mask.

"Much better."

The suit resembled the old one Hermione and Tony had designed for him except for a transparent, light blue meter in the corner of his eye-lens showing the remaining count of webbing in his current web-cartridge.

A soft female voice spoke into his ear, spooking him at first. "Welcome – Spider-Man. Do you wish to run a diagnosis first?"

"Uh, hi. And no thanks, I'm good."

"Affirmative."

Harry lunged himself up in the air, latching webs onto branches, hurrying back towards the house.

"What a right mess you've got yourself into this time, Potter" he mumbled to himself, assessing the situation. "My uncle from another universe is trying to murder me, a jolly flying elf wants to tear me from limb to limb… not to mention the man with eight limbs calling himself 'Doctor Otto Octavius', that's just my luck."

He landed on the steps of the house. It closely resembled a ruin after the intense skirmish that had taken place inside.

Harry looked on the exact spot where Hermione and Ron had been just minutes before… now they were gone. His stomach twisted itself into a knot, his heart felt like it was shooting up his throat, restricting his breathing.

They had left him then.

Alone.

He didn't feel anger, just a vast amount of disappointment and feeling dejected, that his friends had left him to fend for his self. Or more precise – Hermione had left him with an unconscious Ron.

Harry swallowed, trying to get some air into his lungs but it seemed impossible.

But he had to find them.

He clenched his fists, spurred on by the single thought of Ron and Hermione.

Loud, mechanical steps neared him. It didn't sound friendly.

"Spider!" roared a voice down the street. "Fight me!"

He turned his head, just at the end of the street stood a massive, hulking metallic mech vaguely resembling a rhino, except this one was able to stand on two legs. The head of a bald man poked out from some sort of cockpit, angrily screaming at him.

"Oh c'mon", he lowered his head in frustration, shaking his head. "Yeah of course, that's my regular luck, a rhino. Why not a guy dressed up as a teddy bear who gives hugs? How about that, huh?" he leapt in the air and used a lamp-post to let the momentum carry him forward. "Just once, a giant huggy-bear instead of a big rhino or-or an octopus?"

He was about to reach the massive rhino, but something stopped him. Someone cackled and caught him in mid-air, dragging him away from the rhino and up into the air.

"I've got news for you, spider-boy!" the Goblin laughed. "Your little friends have left you, and this time you have nowhere to run off to! Just me – and you!"

Harry was pulled along, helpless waving in the wind like a flag. The speed prevented him from doing anything except watch the soar beneath him.

"Just stop being so stubborn and die!"

The Goblin let go, Harry shot out a web to catch himself but it wasn't reaching fast enough and his body went through a window.

He found himself dazed and scrambling on the floor. Glass shards cut up his hands, the rupture in the suit healed seconds later.

His legs pushed him off the floor but he scarcely had time to collect himself – a hole blew open in the floor, the blast made him hit the ceiling like a bounce ball and he flew down through the hole.

A metal claw seized him mid-fall. His body was slammed against the floor, the ceiling, then a wall… he shot out a webbing to stop the crazy carousel of destruction.

He did, but not for long, the string of web slipped out of his hand as the metal arm flung him violently to the side.

"This old trick again?" sighed Harry, landing on the side with his feet on a railing. He shot out a web, evading the arms striking through the wooden railing.

Splinters flew past him in slow-motion… spidersense, an alarming creek and wood snapping reached his ears like darts, every other sound muffled if but for a second. The house have had enough of a beating and just as he landed, Octavius too had realized this and made his escape.

Harry threw his head upwards, something heavy hit his head. He bumped down on the floor, the air was pushed out of his lungs; the house was falling down!

Panic stirred in his chest. A string of web shot out from his webshooter, it caught onto the ceiling. He pulled, hoping to flee before he was crushed.

That pull was what broke the proverbial house of cards, boards cracked and fell down around him.

A deafening sound boomed in his ears.

The upper floor came crashing down, wood, metal and whatever else rained down. He did not know what made him let out a tiny scream when everything collapsed in on his head.

Most of the weight fell down onto his hands, arms and shoulders.

The small scream grew louder, even more mass pushed him down, he clenched his teeth, his muscles trembled and he heard a guttural roar come out of his mouth as though he wasn't in control of it.

His broken arm gave out. He was thrown into a disarray; he made an attempt to use his shoulder to support the rubble and push it away.

He realized it was no good and was simply hopeless. All light coming from outside was replaced by darkness, he felt himself being buried alive, pushed down towards the floor.

So much for that, Harry thought.

He was going to die here, held back by his injuries and despite everything… despite the fight he had put up, it still wasn't enough.

He cursed loudly. His voice was muffled by the wreckage weighing down on him.

His mind wandered places, mostly to thoughts that really did not matter or what they even meant.

It was easy to give up and give in to the drowsy feeling spinning around in his head.

A few final thoughts went through his head, many of them about Ron and Hermione. Why they had left him behind. Were they were heading, if they were okay.

In the darkness, his mind went completely blank, for how long he didn't know. He just saw a black void staring back at him.

Time passed. His crushed body ached. He was numb and alone with his thoughts, buried alive under the rubble.

Crickets rubbed their legs together outside, muffled. An owl hooted in the night.

Memories stabbed him like tiny daggers in his stomach. Images, vivid in the dark appeared before him… he was heading down from the Divination Tower, Ron was next to him, laughing at something but he heard no sound.

Hermione, having given up Divination years ago, was waiting in the floor hallway. In her arms she was clutching a book against her chest, as if afraid to let it go. She turned and lit up as soon as she spotted them, rushing over to greet them… her arms went around Harry's neck.

Harry blinked away the memory, it became but a blurry mess inside of his head.

"Move", the words stumbled over his mouth in a hoarse tone.

But despite his attempt to break free, the weight on top of him was just too much.

Hagrid's massive hand patted him on the back… he sat in Hagrid's hut, breathing furiously as he was fighting back against the tears that threatened to explode out of his eyes at any moment.

A well of tears tickled his lips.

Hagrid said something, patting him again. Again, no noise. He lifted off a teakettle off the stove and was about to pour it into two large cups when something by the door disrupted him. His giant brow furrowed and he went to fling it open.

Hermione stepped in, looking apologetic, burrowing her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

She approached him carefully and sat down, immediately hugging him.

He saw the goofy but satisfied grin on Hagrid's face through the mass of brown hair in his face.

The memory faded away.

"What… what am I thinking", he mumbled to himself. "Let's go, Spidey. You've got this… just a few dozen broken bones… probably a punctured lung… and an entire house on your back… easy."

He pushed his back up against the rubble using his one good arm to steady himself. The stabbing feeling in his side felt like it was tearing his flesh apart.

Harry let out a drawn-out scream along with the blood coming out of his mouth. The rubble moved ever so slightly.

His head and bones were tearing him to pieces and yet he fought to get out. It wasn't enough. Ebbing through his body a strange feeling passed like water on a beach… he quite enjoyed this cradling feeling.

It was comforting and peaceful.

Comforting and tickling his body… he didn't want it to go away. His eyelids drooped shut.

Somewhere, somehow, his mom sung to him, her voice gently rocking him to sleep. The song was kind of sad. But still soothing.

And he didn't want it to end.

Suddenly, he heard someone struggling somewhere above, around or ontop of him. He opened his eyes with the tiny bit of strength he had left.

Something moved.

Tiny rays of sunlight peeked through the rubble. Bit by bit, the rubble moved away from him. Someone grabbed him by the collar and lifted him out.

Metallic, cold claws lifted him into the air.

His body dangled lifeless in their grip. He knew he was going to die, there was no way he could fight back. His jaw touched his chest. He couldn't see, for the life of him he couldn't see.

All he heard was a mechanical whirring and people arguing.

"Where's Osborn?" said Sirius.

"He's gone rogue, he wanted the spider dead. That madman can't be trusted, I've made that very clear to all of you!" Octavius spat.

He titled his head slightly, eyes on Harry, as if fascinated by him.

"So where are we taking him?" Sirius sounded very impatient, Harry could almost hear how he itched for blood.

Harry could almost hear the smirk on Octavius' face when he heard him speak. "We're going home."

Harry managed to move his fingers, slightly. The two fingers on his palm twitched, reaching for the trigger on his webshooter. He struggled and felt something metallic clasp around his head, lifting him higher.

Author's notes: Sorry for the very long wait but I had to update this chapter because I didn't find the original ending satisfying and too much of the same. I got stuck so many times re-writing this and coming up with something that would move the plot forward.

I had tons of different versions, one involving the Guardians of the Galaxy, believe it or not. But that came at a abrupt halt as well, so this is what I'm going with.

Again sorry if this confuses you!