A/N: Whoops I posted the wrong chapter! Thanks to the reviewers who pointed it out! I was running errands and didn't even realize until I got home.

Chapter 3

Peter swallowed as he followed Nick Fury into the underground base. He was still wearing his suit, not wanting anyone to find out who he was.

It was a secret identity for a reason.

If Fury could read his mind, he turned then to look at Peter.

"You can lose the mask. Everyone here's seen you without it," Fury told him, "You'd only be feigning anonymity and breathing through spandex for no good reason."

"Might I suggest you wear the glasses your mother gave you?" KAREN said through his suit and Peter gratefully agreed with his AI's suggestion. He put on the glasses, and Fury gave him a pointed look, though he did not say anything about it.

The mask was more than just a disguise. It was a way for him to scan points of interest, connect him to his AI directly, and have all the amazing features Toni had put into his suit.

He looked around the base, taking a deep breath.

"Come on," Fury urged him on through the underground tunnels. He looked around curiously at the makeshift lab that SHIELD had set up, filled with computers and men with guns.

"You've met Maria Hill, I assume," Fury said, pointing at the woman who'd run SHIELD while Fury was supposedly dead. And he had, in passing, he supposed. He'd definitely seen her talking to his mother around the Tower, even if he didn't know what she did.

"That is Dimitri," Fury pointed out a man with a ponytail and a gun.

"And this, is Mr Beck," Fury said, as Peter froze. He saw a man wearing the same suit he'd seen earlier turn around slowly towards Peter.

Why did the name Beck sound familiar?

He searched his brain, trying to figure out where he'd heard it before, but he drew a blank instead.

"Mysterio?" Peter questioned.

"What?" Beck said, looking at Peter intensely. As if he knew something that Peter didn't.

He wasn't all that sure he enjoyed that look.

"Doesn't matter," Peter said quickly, "It's just what my friends have been calling you."

"Well," Mr Beck said, "You can call me Quentin."

He reached out to shake the man's hand, as he looked over the new hero. The man's suit glowed a vibrant blue, similar to how Toni's had done.

He wondered if that was intentional.

"You handled yourself well out there today. I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world," Mysterio said, and Peter froze.

"Thanks. Sorry, your world?" Peter questioned.

Was Mysterio saying what Peter thought he was saying?

"Mr Beck is from Earth. Just not ours," Fury told Peter.

"There are multiple realities, Peter. This is Earth, Dimension 618. I'm from Earth 833," Quentin told him.

"I've discussed multiverse theory with Mom, Aunt Ava, and Bruce so many times, but I didn't think it was actually a thing. Cause I thought that was just theoretical. That completely changes how we understand the initial singularity. We're talking about an eternal inflation system and how does that even work with all the quantum-? It's insane-"

He cut himself off, realizing that the SHIELD agents around him were not as interested in the science.

Right.

This was not the same as talking science in the Tower.

"Don't ever apologize for being the smartest one in the room," Beck said, and he looked at the man curiously. That was something very much like what his mother would say to him.

Did he know her? Back on his world?

"Anyways," Maria Hill said, as she activated a hologram.

"They were born in stable orbits within black holes. Creatures formed from the primary elements: Air, water, fire, earth. The Science Division had a technical name. We just called them Elementals," Mysterio told them, as holograms of the creatures appeared.

"Versions of them exist across our mythologies," Hill confirmed, showing sources from history.

"Turns out, the myths are real," Quentin said

"Like Thor and Loki. Thor was a myth and now I study him in my physics class. I visit them in New Asgard on weekends," Peter said, a bit startled.

"These myths are threats," Fury said firmly, walking around the table, looking very unimpressed by Peter's commentary.

"They first materialized on my Earth many years ago. We mobilized and fought them, but with each battle, they grew, got stronger. I was part of the last battalion left trying to stop them. All we did was delay the inevitable," Quentin said, sounding pained.

"The Elementals are here now, attacking the same coordinates. Our satellites confirm it," Hill said.

"So thank Mr. Beck for destroying the other three. There's only one left: fire," Fury said.

"The strongest of them all. The one that destroyed my Earth. It's the one that took my family," Quentin said, as the earth on the hologram crumbled in an orange blaze.

"I'm sorry," Peter swallowed. He knew what it was like to lose loved ones. Probably better than most.

"And it will be in Prague in approximately 48 hours," Hill said, fidgeting slightly.

"We have one mission: kill it," Fury said, looking at Peter directly, "And you're coming with us."

He froze then.

He knew that this was bad. Like world ending bad. And if the threat really was that serious, was he even enough to contain it? He could barely hold the water monster off.

This seemed like the kind of thing his parents should be brough in for.

"I'm sorry. Did you say Prague?" Peter laughed nervously, "Mr. Fury, this all seems like bigtime, you know, huge superhero kind of stuff. And, I mean, I'm just a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, sir."

"Bitch, please," Fury rolled his eyes, "You went to space in another timeline. In this one, you certainly globetrotted enough. Plus you were Spider-Man earlier today, even without the suit."

"I know, but it's not like I went in this timeline, was it?" Peter stalled, "Mom and Dad stopped that from happening this time around. Sir, come on. I'm hardly the best choice for this. What about Loki and Thor? New Asgard isn't that far from here."

"Thor and Loki off world," Fury said, "They left Brunnhilde in charge. And she's not answering my calls."

"Doctor Strange?" he questioned, "Mom said he'd be over in an instant if I needed him."

"Unavailable," Fury said simply, and Peter balked at that.

"I'm sure I could call him and ask him to help," Peter tried, "And if this thing is really that serious, I'm sure Mom and Dad would be more than happy to help."

"They made it clear they thought we could handle this," Fury said simply.

"Captain Marvel?" he tried, remembering the woman he'd met briefly while fighting Thanos.

"Don't invoke her name," Fury said simply.

"Where are Harry and Natasha?" he said, looking around the room, "If this thing really is this serious, shouldn't you have at least brought them in as well?"

"They're doing field work for something else," Fury said, "They're in Brazil. Just because the world might end doesn't mean that everything can afford to fall to pieces in the case that it doesn't."

Peter let out a frustrated breath.

Why were they trying to corner him into this? He wasn't the only hero in the world. The reason Toni and Steve stepped down was because they both knew there were more than enough heroes in the world.

Plus everyone in the world knew Peter was on this trip. Or at least, it wasn't a secret.

And if Spider-Man made an appearance in Europe, while Peter was in Europe, it certainly would start rumours. Or at least another Buzzfeed video conspiracy.

"Sir, look," Peter said, taking in a deep breath. "I want to help you. But I can't just leave my class trip. I need to tell my parents. And we both know they aren't going to sit this out if they know I'm fighting. And what about my secret identity? If I'm seen like this in Europe, especially after what happened in Washington, my whole class will figure out who I am. The world will figure out who I am. And then it's over. There are others you can call. Perhaps you should try them again."

"Okay, I understand," Fury said simply, and Peter looked confused.

"I'm sorry, what?" Peter said, a little shaken.

"Why don't you get back before your teachers miss you and become suspicious. Dimitri. Take him back to hotel, please," Fury said simply.

"Thank you," he said a bit relieved, "And good luck. I'm sure Doctor Strange will be more help than me anyways."

As he was escorted out, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that at least it was the end of that.

Or so he thought.

Of course, it was not the end of that.

Turns out, the "tour company" had upgraded their package to send them to Prague.

He knew better than that.

He sighed, as he pulled out the glasses his mother had given him, pausing as he looked at a note on the inside. Something he'd missed in the bunker.

"For my genius oldest son," he read, "I trust you. PS don't tell JARVIS I said that."

He swallowed.

He knew he'd miss his parents, but he didn't think he'd miss them this much.

"EDITH," he said, as the screen lit up. He hadn't needed to activate them last night, so this was the first time he was really using them since his mother had given it to him.

"Stand by for retinal and biometric scan," the female voice said, as a scan of his face appeared, "Retinal and biometric scan accepted."

"Hello, Peter. I am EDITH, Toni Stark-Rogers' augmented-reality security and defense system," the AI spoke to him.

Whoa.

He knew the glasses had power, but this was some high-tech stuff.

And his mother had entrusted them to him?

"Did she make you for me?" he asked curiously.

"No," EDITH shut him down. "But you have access to all of your mother's protocols."

"Cool," he breathed out, pushing the glasses further up his face.

"Would you like to see what I can do?" she questioned, "I have access to the entire Stark Global Security network including multiple defense satellites as well as back does to all major telecommunication networks."

Well.

His mother wasn't lying when she said she wanted him to have the glasses to keep him safe.

He knew how powerful all those satellites were.

Immediately, he could see what everyone was doing on their phones.

Whoa.

"Is MJ texting?" he asked, before immediately regretting it, "No wait, I don't want to see that. That's wrong. That's wrong."

He looked over at Betty and Ned who were texting about how much they missed each other.

He shook his head, happy for his friends but not needing to see that.

The bus came to a stop then, as Dimitri, their new apparent bus driver, called out, "Petrol and toilet! Ten minutes!"

He saw Flash begin to live stream while Mr Dell frantically looked for the bathroom.

"Ten minutes, everyone!" Mr Harrington called out, "Dimitri, where exactly are we? Yeah, okay I guess I'll figure it out myself."

Peter was the last off the bus, as Dimitri stopped him. He looked at the man, who was pointing to a building where a woman was standing.

"Peter," the Asian woman said, as she looked at him.

"Do I know you?" he frowned."

"No," she quirked her lips up, "But I know your mother, indirectly. I'm Agent May. Nice to meet you. Close the door."

"Uh, okay," he said, with a bit of a frown.

"Now, take off your clothes," she said, and he took a step backwards.

"Excuse me?" he asked. Even if she knew his mother, that was a weird request.

"You told Fury Spider-Man cannot be seen in Europe. So we made you another suit," she responded, as she pulled out a folded black suit.

"Okay, that makes a bit more sense," he said, as he took the suit from her. "Uh, do you mind if I don't change here?"

"Do you see anywhere else where you could change?" she questioned him, and he knew she was right.

"Look, I just don't really want you to see me undress," he said, looking anywhere but at her. He may have been in better shape since superhero training, but that didn't mean he wanted to be one of those guys who stripped down every chance they got.

"We don't have long, Stark-Rogers," she said, "And I'm sure you don't want anyone on that bus to see you with a suit. Would defeat the point of getting you a new one, wouldn't it?"

"Fine," he said, "Can you at least turn around, please?"

She sighed, before obliging, as he pulled down his pants, right as Brad walked into the room.

He could see Agent May reach behind her and he wondered what it was about SHIELD agents and trying to shoot all his classmates.

"No! Don't!" Peter said, as he gestured for Brad to stay put.

"Whoa," Brad said, reading the situation completely differently, and Peter froze.

Well.

Crap.

"Sorry?" Brad said, giving him a scrutinizing look, "I thought this was the bathroom."

"This is not what it looks like!" he said, struggling to come up with any explanation that was not what Brad thought it was, or the truth.

"Mmhm," Brad said, lifting his phone out to take a photo.

Could today get any worse?

"What are you doing?" Peter panicked.

"I'll leave you two alone," Brad said, and Peter struggled to pull his pants up.

"I won't shoot your friend, but it looks like we've run out of time," May said, "Tell your mother Coulson and I say hi."

"Uh right, will do," Peter said, running out of the building. "Brad! Wait! It's not what it looks like!"

"Look, Peter, I'm not here to judge your life's choices, Dude," Brad said, amused, "If you wanna hook up with some random European chick on our school trip, that's on you."

He balked at that.

That was not what he wanted to do this trip.

That was not even close.

"No, that's not what that was. Honestly," Peter tried, but Brad did not look like he was buying it.

"I can't pretend I didn't see what I just saw. I know you're trying to get with MJ. It's obvious. But I like her too," Brad said simply, and Peter froze.

Was Brad going to do what Peter thought he was going to do?

"Brad. Wait a minute! You can't show her that photo, Dude! Come on!" Peter said with a sense of urgency.

If MJ saw that photo, then it was over. Any chance he had of wooing the girl of his dreams would be long gone, and instead, she'd be with Brad Davis.

He needed to delete that photo before MJ could see it.

He made his way back onto the bus, as he pulled his glasses back on. Maybe he could get EDITH's help in hacking into the glasses.

"EDITH?" he asked, and she lit up immediately.

"Hellow, Peter, how can II help you?" EDITH asked her.

"Hey," he said, a bit unsure, "There's a guy who keeps cutting into everything I wanna do with MJ."

He knew he was a bit quiet, but he

"Peter, I am having difficulty hearing you," EDITH said, "Can you please speak up?"

He looked around, and thankfully no one seemed to be paying attention to him.

"Brad Davis," he said, a little louder, quickly glancing around, "He has a photo of me."

"Brad Davis," Edith repeated, "Is he a target?"

Peter thought about it, "Uh. Is he a target?"

He looked up to where Brad was, sitting at the back of the bus, glancing over at MJ. He knew from EDITH that he had the photo of Peter open on his phone, and he was just waiting for the opportunity to show it to her.

"Yeah," he said a bit decisively, "He's a target."

"Copy that," EDITH said, "Target is Brad Davis. Initiating strike."

He froze.

What strike?

"Initiating what now?" he squeaked.

"Intercept point determined. Releasing field vehicle," EDITH said.

"EDITH!" he cut in. "Oh my God."

He looked behind the bus and saw something headed their way. As he took off the glasses, Flash, of course, chose that moment to take them from him.

"Dope glasses, Parker!" Flash commented, "Are they a gift from your parents? Cause these are great."

"Flash, give them back!" he said frantically. He needed to cancel the strike. Otherwise they were all going to die.

"No, no, no. I'm really paying you a compliment," Flash said, unaware of the catastrophe that was about to strike them all in less than a few moments if Peter didn't put a stop to this immediately.

He reached out for the glasses, trying to grab them back.

"Please, Flash! Give them back!" he reached out for them again, and accidentally slapped Flash unconscious. "I'm so sorry!" he whispered in disbelief.

"EDITH, don't kill Brad!" he said desperately, as he put them back on.

Of course, at that moment, his mother chose to call him.

"Answer call," he said, praying she'd know how to stop this.

"Peter, how come I got a notification saying EDITH saying you activated a strike on a school bus in Austria that you're apparently on, when you're supposed to be in Paris," Toni asked him, without even greeting him.

"It's a long story! Mom, I made a mistake, please, I need you to cancel it!" he said desperately.

"I'm on it already," she told him, "Now I still want an explanation. Why weren't the parents notified of the change in your itinerary? How are we supposed to keep track of where you are if the school doesn't tell us?"

"Firing," EDITH said, as Peter quickly webbed the steering wheel of the bus, turning it quickly so the bus would dodge the bullet.

Dimitri swerved the bus, as the bullet hit the mirror. The bus crashed into the guard rail, as everyone seemed to be staring at him while he stood.

"Commencing second strike," EDITH said.

"Peter, you better plant your fanny down in your seat right now," Mr Harrington said, looking up at him.

"I've almost cancelled it," Toni said to him, "Give me thirty more seconds. I added a lot of protections into those things that I need to crack because I wanted you to be the only one who could access EDITH. Of course, I have a few back doors, but I need a moment."

He needed to stall, and he needed to get all the attention off of him.

"Look at the baby mountain goats!" he said, pointing off to the side, as immediately every looked over to see them.

He leapt out of the emergency exit and webbed the drone, bringing it crashing onto the road.

"I've cancelled all other strikes," Toni said, as he landed back in the bus before anyone could notice him.

"Don't see any mountain goats," Mr Harrington said, a bit disappointed.

He let out a quick breath, "You missed them," he said simply, before sitting back down, wondering how much trouble he was in.

"Explanation, now," his Mother demanded through the glasses.

"I need to delete a photo on Brad Davis' phone first," he said frantically, as he had EDITH pull up Brad's camera roll and deleted the photo.

Toni patiently stayed on the line, and he knew she was watching him.

Once he was done, he sighed.

"We were supposed to go to France, but SHIELD took over the trip so we'd go to Prague instead," Peter said, wincing.

"I'm sorry, did you say SHIELD?" his mom said. "Perhaps you need to start at the beginning. Does this have to do with the water monster attack?"

"Yes," he said, looking around to make sure no one was listening, which thankfully they weren't. "Mr Fury showed up in my room last night and took me to his secret base. They want to bring me in. Turns out this happened on another earth, and Mysterio, the hero who fought them yesterday, came from that Earth to make sure it doesn't happen to ours."

"He's from a different world?" Toni said sharply.

"Yeah, I mean I know we talked about multiverse theory, but this is something else! Apparently there's going to be another attack in Prague."

"Why didn't they call Strange?" Toni said sharply, "Elementals seem like his kind of thing."

"Fury said he was unavailable," Peter shrugged.

"Yeah, no, I talked to him yesterday after the attack. He was going to check it out before Mysterio showed up. He promised he'd keep an eye out for you to make sure nothing happened," Toni mused.

"Maybe then he can come help out with Prague," Peter said.

"So the drone strike?" Toni probed.

"Agent May showed up to our rest stop," he told her, "She says hi by the way. She gave me a new suit and wanted me to put it on in front of her. And Brad came in when I was changing and though that I was just trying to get together with her and took a photo to show MJ, because he also likes MJ!"

"Breathe, Peter," his mother instructed, and he paused to take a breath. "It's okay. I'm going to be having a lot of words with Fury about his actions, but that's for another day. I gave you EDITH because I trust you. I still trust you. But she's a powerful tool. For more than hacking into kids' phones, okay? Use it wisely."

"I know," he said, feeling put out. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise."

"I know you won't," Toni said gently, "I also know that you're a good kid. And that MJ likes you as you are. You don't need to have some sort of dashing plan to win her over, just because that was what Steve did for me. Just be yourself and tell her how you feel. It'll work itself out."

"I know," he sighed. "Thanks Mom."

"Anytime, Sweetheart," she said, "Keep me in the loop about Prague, okay? I can fly over there in a few hours if you need me."

"I will," he promised, as he ended the call. He didn't want to have to bring her into this, when she'd retired, but he was grateful to know that she'd be by his side if he needed her.

He slumped back down into his seat, as he took the glasses off. Perhaps a nap wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Parker Stark-Rogers!" he heard a voice call out through the darkness, "Parker Stark-Rogers! Why your parents gave you such an obnoxiously long name, I'll never know."

He blinked his eyes at the room in front of him, in what once again, in another makeshift SHIELD base.

They'd arrived in Prague a few hours before, in a hotel that was much nicer than what they'd stayed at before, and he wondered if this time it were his mother or SHIELD pulling the strings. Because he'd known that she was displeased at their accommodations in Venice.

"Yes, Sir?" he asked, not entirely sure what he was doing here.

It had been Toni's idea to let him take all three names, and while it was obnoxious at times, he loved it.

"That thing's going to be here in a few hours," Fury said, giving him a dark look, while perched up on a chair, "Are we boring you?"

"He's not bored," Quentin came to his rescue, "He's just thinking about how you kidnapped him."

Because Fury had all but hijacked his trip to Europe with his classmates and taken the plan that was supposed to be his romantic Eifel Tower excursion with MJ and ripped it to shreds.

"He had obstacles," Fury deadpanned, "And I removed them."

"They still won't evacuate the city," Hill cut in, bringing them back to the topic at hand.

"Idiots. So what's the plan, Parker?" Fury said, simplifying his name.

"I will be in the cathedral tower keeping watch for the fire monster. When that shows up, I will radio you guys, and then Mr. Beck and I will-" he cut off reciting the plan as Beck interrupted him.

"My name is Mysterio," Quentin teased, and Peter blinked at him, before continuing.

"That's when Mysterio and I will move in," Peter finished.

"Peter, listen to me," Quentin said, getting serious, "The best hope you have, the only hope we have, is to stop it here and now, no matter what the cost. Keep it away from civilians if you can, but, most important, keep it away from metal. If it gets too big, it'll be able to draw power from the Earth's core. After that, there's no way to stop it."

Peter swallowed, before looking over at Fury.

"I think we should call in more firepower," Peter said after a moment. "I talked to Mom and she said Strange is more than willing to help. And she can be here if we need her. If this thing is really as big a deal as you say, then we may need her and Dad."

"You talked to your mother?" Beck said, looking startled.

"Yeah?" he said, confused. Because what kid wasn't expected to call their parents several times a day on class trips?

"Strange isn't answering my calls," Fury shrugged, "If you have a way to reach him then I'm all ears."

"I can ask Mom to get in touch," he nodded, before taking in a deep breath, "My friends are here, Mr Fury. And it seems like we're putting them in danger with this plan."

Fury stood abruptly at that.

"You're worried about us hurting your friends? You? Who called a drone strike on your own school tour bus? Stark gave you a multi-billion dollar AR tactical intelligence system and the first thing you do with it? You try and blow up your friends. Your mommy was the one who had to put out the fire. It's clear to me that you were not ready for this!"

Fury turned to leave the room, and he felt a sinking feeling in his chest.

"We'll regroup in ten," Hill said, giving him a nod, and Peter left the room, feeling like he was struggling to breathe. He made his way up to the rooftop, as he sat with his feet dangling off.

Were they right? Was he not ready for this?

He'd barely even been a hero by himself before. Toni had saved his butt with the Ferry. And his parents plus Rhodey had been the ones to help him take down the Vulture. He hadn't done any of this on his own.

He was just a neighbourhood spider guy, helping old ladies cross the street and stopping the occasional bank robber.

What made him think that he was capable of taking on earth destroying elementals?

Mysterio flew up beside him, with his helmet on, as he hovered in front of him.

"Look," Quentin started, "Fury asked me to come up here and see how you were doing. He just, he felt bad about snapping at you."

"Really?" Peter asked, hating how hopeful he sounded.

"You guys do have sarcasm on this Earth, right?" Quentin said jokingly, and he couldn't help but feel the pit in his stomach grow.

Of course Fury wasn't sorry. Why would he be when he was right?

"How are you feeling?" Mr Beck asked him gently, as he sat beside Peter.

"I didn't even want to come on this trip," Peter confessed after a moment. "I was so worried that something would happen back home while I was away and that I wouldn't be able to help keep my family safe. But instead, something happened while I'm here, and I feel like I'm all alone. Fury's right. I'm not ready for this. I'm just a guy with a fancy suit who can stick to things."

"You're a teenager," Mr Beck said sympathetically, "I bet you thought that you'd go on this trip and have a bit of a break. Win the girl over, make some memories. You didn't expect this burden to be put on you. It's a hard path, the one we're on. You see things and you do things. You make choices. People look up to you."

He paused, before continuing, "You're a good kid. There's a part of me that wants me to tell you, just...turn around, run away from all this. And then, there's another part of me that knows what we're about to fight. What's at stake. And I'm glad you're here. I'm sure your parents are really proud of you. Besides, your parents are Captain America and Iron Woman. If anyone can handle this, it's you."

"They are," he said, knowing that Steve and Toni would always be on his side, no matter what. "But-"

"You're worried about your friends," Quentin said knowingly.

"Yeah," he exhaled. "I just always feel like I'm putting them in danger."

"Look," Quentin offered, "Get them inside, and keep them in a safe place, for just a few hours. They'll be alright."

"Thanks," Peter smiled, "It's really nice to have someone else here to fight with, you know?"

"Any time," Quentin smiled, before teasing, "And when we survive this, you'll have all summer to kill Brad."

"Right," Peter said, giving a small laugh. "Did you know them, where you're from? My parents?"

Quentin paused at that, looking at the city in front of them.

"In passing," Beck said finally, "Though your parents weren't together where I was from. And your mother was a man."

"What?" Peter balked. "My mother was a man?"

"Tony Stark," Beck laughed.

"I can't imagine a world where my parents weren't together," Peter said, feeling rattled. Because his parents were perfect together.

What would the world have been like if his parents didn't have a relationship as strong as they did?

He couldn't even bring himself to imagine it.

"We need to head back in," Beck said, changing the subject, and Peter nodded.

He grabbed his backpack, before responding, "See you down there."

Beck nodded, as he flew back down, leaving Peter to his thoughts.

He took EDITH out of his bag and placed the glasses back on, "EDITH?"

"Hello, Peter," the AI said, as she active.

"I need a favour," he said, "I need a way to keep my friends inside for a few hours."

"Let's see what we can do," EDITH agreed. He took off the glasses as he put his mask back on.

"And KAREN?" he asked, activating his own AI. It had been a bit since he'd talked to his old friend, and he had something he needed her to do.

"Yes Peter?" KAREN asked.

"Can you contact Harry and Nat?" he asked her, "They were supposed to be on some secret mission, but they're not, and I feel like something weird is happening."

"I'll investigate," KAREN promised.

He looked down at the street in front of him, before taking a deep breath.

He was Spider-Man.

Whatever he was going to face in the next few hours, he'd be ready for it.

A/N: Poor Peter, all alone in Europe with Beck and Fury hijacking his trip. Of course it would be one thing for all the Avengers to come out and help them, but that's exactly what Mysterio doesn't want… the last thing he needs is Toni Stark-Rogers coming and exposing him.