Okay before we really begin with this long-awaited chapter. I just want to explain why it took me more than year to upload a chapter.
... I got nothing.
Truth be told I just got too lazy and ended up procrastinating every chance I got. So yeah, greatest apologies to all those who have waited.
Also, greatest thanks to all those who kept asking if I forgot about this. I didn't completely forget don't worry. And you guys actually had to look for this story to leave your reviews (which are on guest accounts no less), so props for the effort, my friends.
Now unto the reviews:
ALPHAomega239: Glad you loved it! Which Peter tho? ;)
OniHika68: The Quantum Realm can do anything in the Marvel films to be honest. I'm just making stuff up on my own while sticking close to the canon, so my version of the QR isn't completely accurate.
Pipe: Loki still dies unfortunately and I can't really find a way to fit the Skrulls into the story, so apologies for that.
Guest: The Guardians will still definitely have a roll on here. I love em too much not to include them.
PrincessStarberry: Glad you noticed the parallels! They were one of the things I really loved doing. The different power sets that the other half held was one of the main reasons I wrote this in the first place. There's so much possibilities imo.
CandyGirl999: Wow, you've guessed a bunch of the things I planned (what little those may be). Also I'll def be using the Winter Soldier idea, that one's just way too cool. Really great suggestions and I hope I don't disappoint!
tom123asdf: They're totally still winning, I don't have it in me to write a story where the protagonists completely lose. I don't think Strange is that big of a d-bag. Peter's accusation was mostly cause of the guilt and anger.
FireSpartan5: I definitely do know that. But without the time skip everything would be real anti-climactic, so with the power of BS and drama, I have concocted a way to have a time skip.
Other guest: I'm pretty sure there's been a a few stories with a similar concept before and after I posted mine. Really hope mine won't disappoint.
RYJAN: Glad you really enjoyed it! I've already had ideas for who I should sacrifice for the Soul Stone. I hope you enjoy the rest of the fic!
MDL1: I'm not really planning to replace the heroes with people with similar powers because it would just make the fic repetitive. I did however find someone to replace Hawkeye, who was a super late edition.
mynameisevan: ask and you shall receive... after a year.
McHodges713: How dare you accuse me, I totally did not forget about this at all.
avidnarutofan: From the other reviews, you're definitely not the only one who wants to see more and I'm really glad for that.
For all those asking about Scott the first part of this chapter answers your question.
To everyone else who was asking for another chapter. Here it is. Really hope I don't disappoint!
And of course...
Rest in Power, Chadwick Boseman.
When I heard the news, I couldn't even believe if it was real. It just came out of nowhere. I can't say enough how strong he truly is, working hard for 4 years knowing how sick he was, it's really inspiring to see how passionate and great he still was.
My condolences go to his family and friends.
I know that was kind of a mood breaker, but I just wanted to put that in case anyone asked and he was such a great guy, he deserves the best.
Now without further ado. Here's the second of chapter of The Other Side.
"I used to be a respected scientist," Hank Pym grumbled, the clacking of keys stopping momentarily. "had my name on the sides of buildings." He continued, a hand raised in the air for effect. Hank turned to look at the rusty brown van. "...now I got this."
"Well you wanted a smaller quantum tunnel." Janet followed her husband, a sorry look coming across her face as her eyes met the van. "This is smaller..." She didn't know Scott well, considering she'd only really met him a few days ago, but he was quite the odd choice to take up the mantle.
The sound of a customized horn interrupted the two.
"Whoops!" Scott said from the driver's seat of the van. "Sorry, my bad."
"I think it has flair." The elderly woman quipped as she turned back to her screen.
"Alright, control's online." The hero stepped out of the van and walked to the back, his eyes landing on his partner.
"The collection unit activates when you decouple it." The heroine said, holding the cylinder... collector thingy. Scott didn't pay too much attention during Hank's little info bomb. Not like it mattered too much, it seemed easy enough. "It should automatically start absorbing quantum healing particles."
Scott grabbed the device from Hope before Janet had spoken up. "Also, make sure to stay away from the tardigrade fields. They're cute but they'll eat you." The elder woman sneered. Scott nodded in response. "And don't get sucked into a time vortex. We won't be able to save you." She added, her tone much more serious this time.
He nodded again, but a worried hum followed with it. He'd definitely keep that in mind.
Scott's helmet snapped into place as Hope began to count down. He stared into the glowing tunnel, drawing a deep breath. Sure going into the Quantum Realm wasn't exactly new to him, but he didn't really enjoy his only other time down there, considering he barely remembered it at all.
Hank told him this wouldn't be as drastic as his last trip, that he might as well enjoy the view while he was there.
He didn't know how to feel about that to be honest...
The machine began to pulsate faster and it's hum grew louder. Breathing out heavily, Ant-Man readied himself before getting sucked into the growing light. The first thing he saw were a bunch of flashing colors and light, creatures and structures alike passing him by.
Eventually he stopped shrinking and ended up in a sea of blue, red, and purple. The yellow dancing lights was something he took note of. Scott would've appreciated the view if he weren't reminded by the fact that if anything were to go wrong, he would be stuck here for the rest of his life.
'Probably should've packed those growing disks...' He thought. If it weren't for them he'd still have been inside the Quantum Realm.
"Alright Scott, this is a mic check." Hank Pym called in from the radio. Scott chose to keep quiet. Who said he couldn't have any fun while he was down here?
Scott dragged out the silence as appropriate as possible before finally speaking up.
"Mic check: one, two, one, two." He said, trying his best to sound like an announcer or some 40's radio host. "How's everybody doing tonight in the quantum realm?" In hindsight, he probably shouldn't be messing with his literal lifelines.
"Scott, we read you." Hank said in an annoyed manner.
"I just- you wanna make sure." He said, trying his best to hold back a chuckle as he brought the canister up. With a twist, the particle thingy sprang open. Bright yellow lights seeped into the canister and Scott locked them in with another twist. "Okay. Particle's secured for our ghost friend." He was friends with a ghost, the hero reminded himself. Maybe not for long once they cure her, but he was friends with a freakin' ghost.
Hope smiled at the news. The transceiver brought closer to her face. . "Great, preparing for re-entry in five, four, three-" a static cut through her countdown. With a raised brow, the heroine spoke onto the device again. "Scott, you there?"
No response.
She sighed annoyingly. "Look, if this is another one of your jokes, you're just being repetitive." She half-joked but was only met with more static.
"Something's wrong." Janet spoke up, the two turning to her. "I think we lost the signal." She tried to say calmly, but neither of the two missed the panic that seeped in.
The family trio continued to reconfigure the machine hurriedly. "That can't be it. I know this machine inside out." Hank said, fidgeting with the controls. "There's now way the signal could have been cut!"
"I'll just pull him out." Hope said. Her fingers barely touched the surface of the button before her dad had pulled it back. She glared at the older man. He didn't really hate Scott that much right?
"No. If you press that button and Scott's not in position, you could kiss your little boyfriend goodbye." Hope's glare softened and she nodded in response. She hadn't thought of that.
"Right." She sighed in frustration. "I think I should go after him." Hope spoke up. She trusted her dad well enough to believe what he said. There was no point to what they were doing here.
Without another word she left the control panel and made her way to the van. She had only taken a few steps before Janet spoke up.
"We didn't bring your suit." Janet reminded her and Hope mentally slapped herself for that. They hadn't thought of bringing her suit because only Scott was supposed to go through the the tunnel. Why did it have to be him in the first place? It would've been the much safer bet.
She shook her head. This wasn't the time to be wondering about what ifs. Scott was in danger, she could scold herself later.
Their house wasn't too far, she could make it there and back in time, probably.
"I'll try and get-" Before the younger woman could finish her sentence, the sound of whirring blades caught their attention. As the seconds passed the sound grew louder and they all turned to the source.
Above the trio, a helicopter rapidly descending helicopter came closer and closer to the elevated parking lot. They couldn't even process the fact that the dust-filled cockpit was empty before it came crashing into side of the van, sparks flying out. The sound of metal screeching was almost deafening.
There was no explosion. The only sound that followed the groan of the metals and the shattering of glass was the fading hum of the tunnel. It's lights eventually died out with a spark and there was nothing more than a violent mess of metal and glass, a pillar of smoke rising in between them all.
All they could do was stand and stare at the remains of the van.
~O~
2 Years Later
Spider-Man swung through the buildings of New York, shivering at the cold winter air. He released the web he clasped onto, the arc of the swing carrying him higher. "Karen, could you turn up the temp-" Oh right. While in the air he raised his arm and stared at the spandex.
The very normal, not high-tech Stark branded, spandex. Nearly a month ago, in what seemed like another normal patrol, he ran into a bunch of animal-themed supervillains trying to steal something from a museum. They called themselves The Menagerie, which Peter thought was kind of clever.
He'd have thought they were one of those low brow villains who only took up a minute of his time. While the hero wasn't wrong, he definitely didn't have the last laugh. He'd webbed up the Bugs Bunny cosplaying woman and was about to deal with the walking hippo if it weren't for the fact that one of them literally ripped his costume down to its threads.
One second he was dressed head-to-toe in a very comfortable fabric, and in the next he was buck naked with only his mask left. The next minute was spent cleaning up the rest of the group with a makeshift underwear made of webs (lest Jameson started ranting about public indecency).
And he definitely didn't enjoy picking up the pieces left of his costume while people laughed and took pictures of him.
He had no spare Stark-built suit and he couldn't exactly ask for a new one. His much older suit was torn to shreds during his fight with Toomes, so he couldn't exactly use that either. So with no other choice he spent a whole week sewing up a suit from scratch. Though, he was glad May already knew about his secret double life. At least he didn't have to hide anything from her and it made it much more easier to ask for help so he could make something halfway decent.
"What was that, Peter?" The synthetic voice rang from the mask. Oh and he was able to put Karen into his suit. So that was cool.
"Sorry, Karen. Not exactly used to this suit yet." He grumbled, pulling at the tight fabric as he swung through the air. If he ever came across the Menagerie again that Skein girl better not take his costume again. "Why'd they even let her into the team? She's not even animal themed!" He had a better chance at joining the team.
Not that he would, mind you.
Spider-Man landed onto the roof of the new F.E.A.S.T building, the snow crunching beneath his feet. Quickly pulling his mask off, the cold air immediately grazed his face and he shivered at wind. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have used spandex, but Peter couldn't help but think that having his suit under his civvies was much more convenient than the sweats he had for a suit. It was much more stylish too.
lifting the wooden board on the roof, Peter stared at the worn gym bag, which was thankfully not covered in wet snow. Zipping it up, he grabbed any piece of clothing that wasn't covered in wrinkles and didn't smell like dirty gym clothes. He should probably start investing in air fresheners.
Maybe he could get the strawberry scented ones...
After a quick change of clothes Peter jumped down the roof and into the small garden area by the back, checking beforehand if there were any hints of bystanders. Probably not the safest way of getting in the building, but it beat having to explain how he got in without anyone noticing.
Plus his spider-sense, or Peter-tingle as May would call it, hasn't failed him yet.
Stepping out of the garden, the teenager walked over to the front of the shelter, passing by a number of people bundled up in their coats. His Aunt May had volunteered working for F.E.A.S.T. way before half of all life got dusted and he didn't miss out on how much more tired she got as the time passed by.
He wasn't surprised. People disappearing didn't just hurt emotionally, it took a toll on everything. Before he knew it, a ton of people started living in the streets. It was slow, but he definitely didn't mistake it when he was out on his patrols.
Peter was lucky he and May were barely affected, but that didn't make him feel any better. Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the pair in front of him. He bumped into an older man, both of them grunting in surprise.
"Thanks a lot, spider-sense..." Peter muttered to himself.
"You know it's not really safe to talk about that in public, kid." The man said, his voice familiar to the teen. "The wrong kind of people might hear you."
Looking up Peter caught himself face to face with- "Mr. Wilson?"
"I told you to drop the formalities kid." The Falcon chuckled.
"May always told me to respect my elders." He mumbled. The boy shook his head. "Wha... what are you guys doing here?" He said, turning to the red headed sorceress, who gave him a small smile in response.
"Like I said, we'd come back to help you and May." He shrugged, his coat shifting from the movement. "Not like there's much Avenging to do these days." Plus it definitely beat sitting on their tuchus the whole day.
"Despite what you think, the compound can get boring real quick." Wanda added.
Peter chuckled. "Is uh... Mr. Barnes coming?" He hadn't seen him since they went back from their mission. Actually, he hadn't seen a bunch of them since then now that he thought about it. King T'Challa and his sister went back to Wakanda and the Guardians probably returned to space.
The only other person he hadn't seen was Strange, and he made it an effort to keep away from the guy who lived a few blocks over.
"Nah, he's not really in a socializing mood." At all. Sam wanted to say. "I'm sure he'll come around some day."
Truth be told, him running into Peter a week ago was a total coincidence. He'd try and get Wanda and Bucky to start getting out of the compound more. He was only lucky enough to convince Wanda.
Sam opted to start helping the shelters, considering they were the reason that a whole lot of people lost not only their families, but their homes too. He knew F.E.A.S.T. was one of the busiest shelters since their owner, Mr. Li, made it an effort to help give everyone a home.
If Sam was being honest, this visit wasn't purely out of the goodness of his heart. While he did plan to help, he was mostly here to check up on the kid. He hadn't heard much about him in the past two years. Only from what he saw on the news and what their mutual friend told them about the vigilante, was Sam's only clue as to what the Spider-boy was up to.
He had grew fond of the kid from the short time the two spent together. Their first meeting wouldn't garner the greatest of first impressions, but Sam could tell the kid had heart. The brat was way too passionate to help people out, it worried Sam out.
Not even adults burdened themself as much as Parker did.
He shouldn't have been to surprised to see the kid helping out here. Sam had thought the brat would be too busy Spidering around and dealing with high school BS to even get a job, much less a volunteering one. He also hadn't expected another familiar face to be working here. "Is Kate around?"
The teen nodded "Yeah, May said she was here." The trio made their way up the steps and to the door. The light spilling onto the dark, the warm air crashing against their cold bodies. Peter sighed in relief as they stepped in.
They immediately entered the old gym building, hanging their respective coats on the rack. "They should probably in there." Peter pointed to the kitchen. "You guys go ahead, I promised to help Bernie with the T.V.." he separated from the group and headed to the grumpy old man.
Sam and Wanda entered the kitchen, a raven haired woman turning to look at the pair in surprise, a grin spreading across her face. "Couldn't get enough of the place, huh?" She sneered. Kate picked up a plate full of sandwiches, the smile not leaving her lips.
"Yeah, yeah... anything we could do, Bishop?" Sam replied. He also hadn't expected his fellow part time Avenger to be working here.
"Bishop? Dude, that makes me sound old..." She grimaced at the name. From what they knew, she was around the Parker kid's age, though she definitely didn't act like it. The archer gestured to the multitude of food-filled plates on the table. "Grab a plate and help me give these out." She said, walking out of the kitchen and into the cafeteria.
Peter had joined them eventually and the band of heroes had retreated back to the kitchen when all was said and done. Biting into the sandwich, Peter looked at the company before him, a small smile playing at his lips. Their little group sat by the table, digging into their own sandwiches, chatting about something Peter couldn't make out.
He could live with this.
Never had he expected that the Avengers would be a part of his life, even after the bite. Peter always thought that he'd never make it big no matter how many videos on YouTube he was on. Super-powered people were starting to become the norm, so why would a teen in sweats be anything special?
Peter was glad Tony thought otherwise.
'Heh, almost forgot for a second.' A frown had replaced the smile he wore. It had been two years and he still wasn't over what happened. Who was really? Kate lost her mom, Falcon and Wanda lost the team. Everyone had lost something that day, and not everyone knew why. That's kind of hard to forget.
The sound of footsteps had thankfully interrupted his thoughts. "Thank you for coming over again, you two." May nodded at them thankfully. "We really needed the help, and to get them from the Avengers no less..."
"-I know it must be weird to have two superheroes barge in here," Kate glared at the older man while Peter raised a brow. Sure, two Avengers coming to help, it seemed normal. They were superheroes, they helped people all the time. Though, Sam thought it would be weird to see your nephew and his friend being buddy-buddy with the Avengers so casually. "but I assure you that there is a perfectly good explana-"
"Uh, May knows..." The teenager interrupted, "About my, er, other life." He added in a whispered tone. "There's no need to cover up for me."
"Well that's a relief." Wanda sighed. She knew Sam meant well, but for all the fighting and espionage he did, he was a pretty lousy liar. "When'd you find out about your nephew's secret hobby?" The mutant asked, resting her head on her right hand.
"About 3 years ago, if I remember correctly." May answered, tapping her finger on her chin. "Oh, but the best part was how I caught him!" The eldest woman chuckled while Peter's eyes widened. "I saw him-"
"Ah! They really don't need to hear that, May!" The teen interrupted, almost slipping off his seat. His Aunt May was embarrassing him in front of the Avengers... that was something he never thought would happen.
"Pete was trying to do a superhero pose when May caught him." Kate finished, biting into the sandwich, "He was in full costume and everything." She added, her mouth full of food.
Peter glared at the girl almost immediately. "Dude!" Kate shrugged, her mouth tinged with a smirk. "So not cool..." he mumbled as Sam and Wanda's laugh rang throughout the kitchen.
The group continued exchanging more of their personal stories. Wanda told them stories about her adventures with her brother (the fact that she had a sibling shocked Peter), Sam told tales about all the shenanigans that happened in the compound, and Kate talked about trying to start up work as a P.I..
And May told the all too familiar story of how she met his Uncle Ben. The whole time she was telling it, a bittersweet smile had spread across his lips.
His joyous moment had been interrupted by his phone vibrating. Whilst everyone else was busy listening to another one of Sam's stories, he pulled the phone out of the pocket of his jeans.
It was a text from one Captain Stacy. It was only a year ago when he and his daughter Gwen, who Peter may or may not have a crush on, moved into New York. For someone who looked way too tough for his age, Peter had to admit he was actually pretty nice, and he wasn't just saying that because he had a thing for his daughter, no siree.
At least the captain supported Spider-Man, that he was really glad of. He had enough people slandering Spider-Man already, thank you very much.
"I-uh, gotta meet up with Captain Stacy." Peter got up from his seat. He'd wished he didn't need to go, that he could just finish the night with this before he and May went back home. Sadly, the universe just wasn't on his side at the moment.
"Why's the captain calling you?" Sam asked.
"Oh, not me." He raised a hand, closing his middle and ring finger in a mock thwipping pose.
Sam shook his head, "No wonder May found out. You're basically showing the world you're Spider-Man." He said, the second half being in a more whispered tone.
"I do not." Okay, he could be kinda careless at times.
"Better hurry up, Pete." Kate chimed... he didn't like the tone of her voice. "Best not to keep Mr. Stacy, waiting. It leaves a bad impression." The archer teased.
Peter stared at the other teen, shaking his head slowly. "Don't." He mouthed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Wanda spoke up, looking at the younger woman.
Kate turned to Peter with a grin before she looked back at Wanda. "Pete has the hots for the captain's daughter." She said nonchalantly.
Peter's face went as red as his mask "Dude!" Kate shrugged once again.
May shook her head in confusion, "Hold on, I thought you liked that Michelle girl?" May questioned, slight disappointment in her features.
"I'm not even sure if she likes me like that." He didn't fail to notice how soft his voice got as he spoke. "Plus, I can be with more than one girl." Peter joked, but the unappeased look his aunt gave him made him cringe. "I was just kidding, May."
"Sure." May rolled her eyes jokingly as she stood up. "Oh and don't forget to check the mail, Peter." May reminded him, picking up the empty plates and placing them on the metal sink.
"I can come with you if you'd like, Pete." Kate offered. It's not like her dad really cared if she got home late. "I'm not busy or anything."
Peter waved a hand and shook his head. "Nah, it's fine. I don't wanna waste your time." The teen was almost out the kitchen before Kate could even interrupt him. "It's probably nothing, so don't worry."
The boy said his goodbyes to the group, promising they'd all see each other again. Going back to the garden, jumped onto the roof and unzipped his coat.
He was already dreading the cold night air.
~O~
"Haha guys, I get it. I shouldn't make jokes like that when I'm in the Quantum Realm." Scott said dryly. He'd been waiting for them to pull him out for minutes, believing it was just a joke that dragged out way too long. "Seriously, I've learned my lesson." He held up his hand in a mock gesture "Scott's Honor."
The man chuckled at his little joke.
The silence that followed made him cringe. He knew something was off, but he was too scared to believe it if it meant he was stuck here.
He didn't like where this was going. Was it really just a joke? Surely they wouldn't be too upset with the joke he pulled a few minutes back. "They're adults, of course they wouldn't take it too seriously." He mumbled to himself. What if something happened to them up there?
Now he was really wishing he'd stock up on those growy disk thingies. His breath hitched, the reality of being stuck in the Quantum Realm becoming all too real. "Don't panic, don't panic." Scott said. "It's probably just some radio interference." He said, but he knew it was just a shallow attempt at comfort.
It had to be something else right? He knew Pym tech wasn't super wonky. As makeshift and old as some of the tech Hank used, even some of the details went over Scott's head and he was an electrical engineer. Granted his new suit had shrunk him to half his size for a few hours, but all in all he could trust what Hank was doing.
The sea around him started glowing with even more dancing yellow orbs. Weird. Cool, but weird. Taking a deep breath, he allowed himself a moment to think. He was smart, he got out of the Quantum Realm once, he could do it again.
Absolutely nothing came to mind.
"Oh man..." was this really it for him? "Please be alright guys." He held the canister closer to himself and curled himself into a ball as he drifted into the empty space. Janet survived in this place for like, thirty years before someone came to save her. He could do the same thing, no biggie.
Thirty years being alone in here as the world continued on without him. How bad could it be? Maggie and Jim would probably have kids by then, Scott didn't doubt they'd be a great family. Luis and the rest's business would end up being successful and they'd become a household name. Ava would probably end up ghosting herself out of existence without the healing particles he held in his arms.
That didn't sound too good...
Hope and the Pym's would move on eventually and he'd just be the dude they lost in the Quantum Realm. Scott was confident they wouldn't forget him, but he didn't know if that was better considering that the alternative was living with the fact that someone they knew was stuck somewhere in the Quantum Realm for the rest of their life.
And Cassie...
Thirty years. She'd probably already be working hard with whatever job she ended up on. Scott chuckled to himself. One day Cassie would go up to him, saying she'd want to be a treasure hunter, thirty minutes later she'd come back and say she wants to be an astronaut. She'd probably be already married too and have a couple of kids.
His grandkids...
What was he saying? He couldn't stay here for thirty frickin' years! He couldn't miss out on that, any of that. He'd promised himself he would always be there for her and he was damn sure he wasn't going to leave her without a dad again. Never again.
He'd already missed out on so much...
Shaking those thoughts out of his head, uprighted himself and held the canister tighter. He had to find a way out and he didn't think Hank and the others could help him at the moment.
Like Nana Lang always said: If things don't go as plan, always expect a worst case scenario.
Why she said that he didn't remember, but that wasn't important. The hero began to look around the vast sea, hoping to find anything, anything at all, to help him.
The loud humming had caught his attention. Turning to the source of the noise, Scott saw the ever growing light a few feet behind him. The white and orange whirlpool had eventually ceased its swelling, its pulse present and mesmerizing.
Guess this was his worst case scenario. End up stuck here or go through whatever that is and hope it was somewhere better.
"A time vortex..." Scott murmured to himself, remembering what Janet said. He didn't know if he just lucked out or if the universe answered his prayers, but he wasn't complaining. He kicked his legs out and began to paddle them, attempting to swim in the colorful space. "No... come on!" He stopped kicking eventually, a sense of dread overcoming. He him wasn't going anywhere at this rate and he didn't think the portal would just kindly wait for him.
The portal was just a few feet away from him, one push and he was home free. Now he thought the universe was just mocking him.
And even then, was going through a portal that would lead him who knows when really a great idea? For all he knew, he could end up in the stone age with no way back. All Scott knew was he didn't want to go out like this. Floating in here for the rest of his life until his body gave out.
If he was going down, he was going down swinging.
Scott looked at the canister in his hands and an idea popped into his head. He could throw it and use that momentum to reach the portal. Easy as pie. With one hand he raised his arm, hand held tightly on his ticket home.
His arm flinched.
No... this didn't feel right. Sure he was desperate, but he wasn't willing to just throw Ava's last chance at a cure to save his own hide. What kind of dad would he be if he'd let another girl die because he was scared?
The humming began to fade and the glowing vortex flickered.
He stared again at canister guiltily, his eyes practically boring holes into them. "Last chance, Scotty." His life for another? Could he do it?
Shaking his head, he gripped the container tightly. He couldn't do it, but he wasn't giving up either. Another idea had come mind. Thinking of the only other object with weight in his disposal, he unbuckled the belt, his grip on it almost slipping. The thick gloves and shaky hands weren't helpful.
Holding the belt as tightly as he could, he began spinning it overhead, as would a cowboy with their lasso. "Please work, please work!" He loosened his grip on the metal belt and threw it out in front of him. The force was enough to push him towards the closing portal and away from the floating belt.
He reached out to the portal, his fingers almost grazing the light, its warmth comforting.
'I'm coming, Cassie'
In less than a second, Scott disappeared as he and the canister were sucked into the time vortex.
Well, at least he hoped it was a time vortex.
Yeah, Scott lives in this fic, because Paul Rudd.
Honestly, Scott wasn't meant to survive in this fic, but I couldn't find anyway to make the story progress without the time travel bs. So yeah, Paul Rudd.
Also other things I've changed and added. I lessened the time skip to just two years, because five years of them doing nothing doesn't feel likely especially with Hank and Janet around.
Kate Bishop was also never meant to be in the story, but after reading through Matt Fraction's Hawkeye (great read btw), Young Avengers, and her own run, I just couldn't help myself. More info about her on the following chapters because I didn't want to dump to much in this one and it was already long as is, over 5000 and that's not even counting the Author Notes.
Also if any of you are wondering what Spider-Man's new suit looks like, just imagine Alex Ross' art. The reason why I removed the Stark suit was because Peter would be a little too OP if he kept either of the suits and it helps with the feeling of loss as it shows Tony's really gone(for now) and that everything is a little more scarce now.
I also hope none of you mind that I basically mixed elements of Spider-Man PS4 into Peter's story.
Reviews and feedbacks are much appreciated!
Tune in next year for the next chapter. Kidding...
Hopefully.