They fought. They nearly lost, but they fought. The Captain flinging his shield, somehow bending it to his will, completely ignoring the laws of physics. The Black Widow, a terrifying force, shooting, and using her Widow Bites, among other weapons from her vast arsenal, not to mention the fact that she can be considered a deadly weapon all on her own. And Iron Man, somehow still alive, back with them. Shooting the Golems with his repulsors, using his bulletproof armor to divebomb them, much like Captain Marvel had done in the battle only a short while before.

Peter tried not to think about it, knowing if he got to distracted by the ghosts that were assisting him, he may end up dead as well, and he couldn't do that to May or Pepper, and especially not Morgan. Not so soon after they'd lost Tony. They didn't deserve that. So he didn't think of it. He shoved it into the furthest corner of his mind, trying to ignore the screaming of the civilians as well, knowing that some of them were his classmates. He knew that if he wasn't at the top of his game and one of them got hurt because of it, he would never be able to forgive himself.

It wasn't until after they had finally managed to subdue Magic Man, Peter trapping him in a cocoon of all things, that he turned on those who had helped him. They hadn't been expecting it, so he had them tied down quickly as well, with the iconic shield attached to a wall forty feet away. They may have helped, but what right did these imposters have to take the face of those who had given everything already? The resemblance was uncanny, but there was no way that these people were anything but imposters, right?

By the time they had even realized they were being tied up, Peter already had Nick Fury on the other end of his comms, telling him to stand down, that these were allies, and that he would be along shortly. Peter was reluctant, but he soon released their feet from the binding to allow them to walk on their own. As a precaution, he cocooned their arms to their sides. Even if Nick Fury says that they are safe, he's not gonna take the chance of him being wrong again, as he was with Magic Man.

When 'Captain America' tried to talk, to explain himself, Peter shot a web across his face, sealing his mouth shut. 'Black Widow' remained quiet, her face thoughtful, and the Mr. Stark look-alike appeared as if he was struggling internally. As if he wanted to say something, but couldn't quite bring himself to do so. Maybe he was afraid of the webs, maybe he just didn't want to provoke Spider Man. Whatever it was, Peter was grateful. He didn't want to feel like he needed to web his mentor up any more than he already had.

It only took a few more minutes of waiting before Nick Fury got to their location. He was already talking when he stepped out of the black SUV that he had arrived in. "Mr. Parker. I told you to stand down, why are these INTERNATIONAL HEROS still tied up? They fought alongside you, and this is how you treat them?"

Peter shrugs. "In my defense, these people are dead or old. I watched Mr. Stark die. I heard his heart stop beating, and when I tried to revive him, I heard it refuse to pump blood for over an hour before Mr. Rogers forced me to stop and realize that there was no way I could succeed. I've seen Captain America since he returned the stones, and he looks nothing like this, and the Black Widow died and was left on an entirely different planet. Forgive me if I'm a little cautious, especially since the last 'hero/' you sent to help me turned out to be the very guy I was fighting!"

(A/N: I accidentally turn to first person (Peter POV) here. I write best, in my opinion, when it's first person, so instead of changing the whole chapter, I'm just gonna leave it like this now. Sorry!)

The intimidating man shook his head at my outburst. "Untie them, get in the car, and we'll fill you in on everything. Okay? Hurry up. I don't got all day to wait on you. Places to be, people to avoid and all that."

I move slowly at first, but quickly finish taking my webs off of the three Avengers. We get into the vehicle and speed off. The inside is set up differently than a normal model. The two benches in the back seat are facing each other, rather than both facing forwards. I can see Ned and Flash in the distance, looking through the wreckage, and I can hear both calling for Spider Man, each for different reasons. I feel guilty for a moment, but there is nothing I can do. My phone is waterlogged and damaged by one of the Golems. You'd think after giving the world an additional five years to advance technologically, waterproof phones would be the standard by now. But no. Of course not.

I have an idea. I pull my mask back on, "Karen?"

"Yes, Peter?

"Is there any way you can contact Ne- my Guy in the Chair, and tell him that I'm okay? I don't want him to worry any more than he already is." For some reason, I don't want to give his name to the strangers that I am with. "Can you send him a text or an email or something?"

"Of course, Peter. I can access your facebook. Sending facebook message now. Is there anything else you need? Your heart rate is surprisingly high, would you like me to alert Aunt May or Pepper Stark?"

"No! That'll be it. Thanks, Karen!" I take my mask off. Iron Man looks as if he had just seen a ghost, while the Captain and Black Widow were both looking at me as if I was crazy. "What?" My curiosity overwhelms me, and instead of ignoring them as I had intended to do, I actually invite them to talk to me. Oh well.

Mr. Stark speaks up first. "Underoos?" His voice cracks on the single word. There are tears in his eyes, but he is refusing to let them drop. "Peter? Is that you? How did- What? You died. I found your body torn apart, one of your arms was completely eaten off. You were ripped apart by the aliens, and I had to find and bury you. I had to tell your aunt what happened, and she- she- just. Gosh, kid. Holy fuck. I don't know how you're alive, but I am so glad that you are. Can I introduce you to my kid? Michael has heard all sorts of stories about you, and I bet he'd love to finally meet his brother."

I'm confused. None of this is making sense, I clearly did not die. I don't know who Michael is, and how the heck is Mr. Stark here? "Hold up." I put my hand up. "No. No, I did not die. You heard what I told Mr. Fury. I watched YOU die. Not the other way around. You," I point to Black Widow. "You jumped off a cliff to save Hawkeye. You're dead. Your body isn't even on this planet. It's not even in our solar system. So no. You guys don't get to show up here and ask how I am alive. Nope. And he, " I jerk my thumb in Captain America's direction. "He left us to clean up the pieces." I turn toward him, jabbing my index finger into his chest. "You left us to clean up the pieces. You left us when we needed you! It- we, How could you leave us, leave Bucky like that?"

He starts. "Bucky's still alive?"

I look at him calculatingly, before nodding slowly. "Yes. And you left him. Alone. Don't act so surprised. Don't act so high and mighty right after you do something like that. You don't get to do that." We pull into a parking garage, and automatically, I shrink back into my seat. My voice is quieter as I repeat what I just said. "You don't get to that."

Mr. Fury pulls into a parking spot near the elevator, and gets out of the car. The rest of us follow him, and I bring up the lead. I'm not letting these people walk behind me, no matter how much they helped in the fight, or how similar they are to our world's heroes.

We enter the elevator, Nick Fury eyeing me amusedly, before he blocks the buttons with his coat and pushes them in a strange pattern. His attempt at secrecy is in vain, though, because a feminine voice echoes through the elevator. "Six, two, four, four, two. Access granted. Going down." He stands tall, and I can practically smell the sheepishness rolling off of him in waves, but neither of us says anything.

We begin to descend. He leads us through a maze of corridors and into a conference room. He gestures to us to sit down, but he remains standing. "Alright. There's been some conflict. Based on the fact that half of you came from a different Earth, and you," He points at me. "Just fought Mysterio, a villain, from another Earth, which I told you about, I feel like it should be obvious. Does anyone wanna take a guess as to why exactly this conflict is so ridiculous? No? Okay. Fine." He rubs his forehead with the thumb and index finger on his right hand, looking down. He mutters under his breath, but my sensitive ears can still hear him, clear as day. "Gosh, I want Carol back. So straight forward. So easy to deal with. So simple, she knew how to get shit done." He looks back at up at us without taking a moment to let us answer his question. "There's a multiverse, as Mr. Parker so eloquently put it. You guys are from different Earths."