"Underoos!" Tony shouted, his voice echoing in the enclosed outdoor area of the airport.

"Oh, that's me, gotta go," Peter spoke into the camera of his phone, propping it up on the wing of the airplane. He did a wide flip, grabbing the shield right away from an unsuspecting Captain America's grip, webbed his hands up, and landed smoothly on a big white thing behind Tony.

"Nice job, kid," Tony told him, and Peter had to actively keep himself from smiling. He leaned back. "Thanks! Well, I could have stuck the landing a little better, it's just, new suit, — oh wait— it's nothing, T- Tony, it's perfect. Thank you." Great, he thought. Way to make a first impression on the Avengers.

"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation," Tony replied, and a spear of embarrassment shot up within Peter. Why did i say that, he thought. "Ok. Ca- Cap'n," he did a salute with his free hand, watching as Steve Rogers stared back in amazement and confusion. "Big fan, I'm Spider-Man..."

"Yeah, we'll talk about it later," Tony replied, waving his hand as if to shut Peter up.

"Hey everyone," Peter said, regretting having embarrassed himself in front of his idols.

"Just— good job."

And the next thing Peter knew, he was flying all over the place, swinging around, fighting Captain America (that was definitely the craziest part) and he was in GERMANY (that was the second craziest part) and his heart was racing, and exhilaration was coursing through his body, and he was living. For the first time in a while, he was truly alive.

And then it only got cooler from there. Peter got to fight Captain America firsthand. He didn't know why he was fighting him per se, but it was so cool. He shot his webs at the shield and as soon as he felt it set, he grabbed the string of webs and yanked, the shield flying once again toward him. And then he picked it up — wow it was a lot lighter than he had imagined — and threw it like a frisbee at Captain America. It caught him by surprise and he had to jump backwards to catch it and he fell onto his back and before Cap could get up, Peter had shot his webs into the air and flown off. He grabbed his phone, which was still recording on the plane, and pointed it toward himself. "Ok, so the craziest thing just happened," he yelled into the phone over the sound of the commotion behind him, "I was in a fight with Captain America and i stole his shield and i threw it at him, and um-" A particularly loud mechanical sound behind Peter interrupted him and he turned around. That one guy whose name he didn't know was, like, thirty feet tall. "What the hell, he's big now. i gotta go, hang on." He set his phone face up, and flew toward the huge man.

The big guy picked him up with his fingers and tossed him carelessly.

Peter threw a web but before it landed his back hit onto something hard.

A building.

And he crashed through it, the force of his body breaking through the brick wall. He felt tenderness on his back where the impact was strongest. "That's gonna leave a bruise," he groaned, even though no one was listening. He stood up cautiously

and then

it exploded. the building exploded.

and everything went back.

BOOM

The explosion knocked everyone out of their stances.

Immediately, the fighting stopped.

Tony Stark instinctively ducked.

He had heard explosions way too many times before.

He had learned the hard way that they brought nothing good.

And a second after the initial shock faded, he stood up.

And then a single thought popped into his head.

"Peter"

And then he was sprinting toward the building. "FRIDAY, where is Peter?" he asked, hoping and praying and begging that his fear would not be true.

"Peter is underneath the collapsed building that exploded."

And like a lead weight his heart sank.

he ran to the building.

he was shaking.

he couldn't see anything. his vision was blurry. why was there water in his eyes? where did that come from?

And he was pushing, pushing, pushing so hard but it wasn't working.

Adrenaline was now pumping through him, and anger. And he channeled it into his hands, into his body. He shoved the whole of his body weight against the building and, with the help of his suit, he felt it move under his touch.

But not enough.

Drenched in sweat and already filled with panic, he realized that even with the suit he could never move the building.

Not without help.

And then another set of hands were there, pushing along with him.

And another.

and another.

and finally, they got the crumbling cinderblock pile to move enough for them to see

a smallish body

wearing a red and blue suit

lying on the ground

as still and silent as the rocks around him.