A/N: To the guest that asked when I was going to update-how about… riiiiiiiiight now! Haha. But to answer the question I think you were asking, I'm going to try to update every 1-2 weeks. I'm not sure how long this will end up being, because Loki just likes to do whatever he wants, and Peter will talk all day if I let him, so it's like managing two children. I shamefully confess that Peter's still calling them space-guns because I'm too lazy to make up a name for them. The Pangorians, however, I have borrowed from comic-book canon. Also, if anyone was curious, the chapter titles are all from 2000 Light Years From Home, by the Rolling Stones.

"So, are you, uh, gonna let me know what the plan is?"

Loki was peering out the window of the cargo hold into the hallway on the other side. His double had vanished after letting them out of their cage. Peter had been grateful (and more than a little surprised) that Loki's escape plans included himself. He'd definitely been very worried about his future for a bit, there.

Apparently, Loki's plans didn't include telling him the plan, though. Peter had scrambled to follow him out of the cage, perplexed at how confidently he strode through the unfamiliar stacks of storage containers.

"This is a standard Pangorian ship," said Loki, surprising Peter.

"What's that?"

"Were they blue?" Loki pressed. "The ones that put us in there?"

"One of them was, yeah," said Peter, slowly. "Why?"

"They're pirates."

"For real?" Peter couldn't believe he'd been right. They were space cowboy-pirates! Minus the cowboy bit.

"Yes, 'for real'," Loki said. "Some of them must have escaped the Celestials."

Peter didn't know what 'Celestials' were, but the space-pirates were bad, so he was guessing the Celestials were the good guys.

"The hangar should be right above us," Loki was saying. "That will be where my ship is."

"Your ship?"

"Circular, yellow and red, you can't miss it."

Peter thought maybe he could have mentioned that important little tidbit about having a spaceship earlier.

"Now," Loki said abruptly, and he silently opened the door, and slid out into the hall. Peter followed, on edge, as the trickster boldly walked ahead.

On instinct, Peter whipped around and threw a web, hitting a space pirate-Pangorian, he corrected-that was just rounding the corner into the hall behind them. He (or she?) dropped in a spasm of electric webs.

"Anything a spider can do?" Loki said, humming thoughtfully.

"It's, um, I call it my Spidey sense," Peter tried to explain, as they continued. Loki briefly turned, to give him a glance that clearly indicated that Peter had just spewed a bunch of nonsense.

"It's sort of… precognition?"

"How curious."

Loki stopped in front of some metal panels that looked suspiciously like elevator doors, and pressed a little round button on them. The hallway was dead silent as they stood, waiting. Peter was opening his mouth to ask what they were waiting for, when the doors dinged, and opened.

It was an elevator, and Peter was disappointed at how… non-spacey it was. He didn't have any idea of what he'd expected a space elevator to look like, but it looked almost exactly like an Earth elevator.

The doors opened to a hangar, crammed full of small spaceships. The wing of one came right up to the elevator door, and they ducked under as they stepped out.

"Someone's got a collection."

Loki scoffed. "All stolen or scavenged."

"I'll get a better look from up here," Peter said, running and shooting a web line up to the ceiling.

"No, don't-" Peter didn't hear the rest of Loki's protest, the rush of air blowing it away. He scanned the hangar, looking for the ship Loki had described as he swung, and spotted it almost right away, the ostentatious colors popping out among the bland ensemble. He spun out another web, turning his momentum back toward Loki.

"I found it! Over there!" He cried, pointing out the direction to a resigned god of mischief. Loki immediately took off, but Peter sensed something, just in time to see a Pangorian yell and shoot at him. He flung another web just in time; these weren't Stormtroopers, apparently. A few blue dudes, as well as the feathery guy from the cargo hold, came running in behind him.

Peter didn't think their space-guns were set to stun, this time.

He dropped off his line, rolling onto the hard metal floor, shots bouncing off the tops of the spaceships above him. He couldn't see Loki, but he sprinted in the direction of the colorful ship, hoping he'd find it before they found him.

He heard pounding steps off to his right, just as he caught a glimpse of Loki through the distorted glass of a weird bubble-shaped ship.

"Loki, we have company!" Peter cried, leaping over the bubble-ship to find that Loki definitely already knew that.

The god was fighting, knives dancing, against a gigantic Pangorian that looked like he'd prove a challenge to Hulk anyday. The two other Pangorians and the feathery guy burst out from between the ships.

"Hey, let's get rid of those," Peter tossed his webs, and managed to decommission the two Pangorian's space-guns before the one in front had reached him.

"Watch out!" Peter twisted the strands he was still holding, and the second guy's space-gun knocked the first one out before he could reach him.

"Guess he didn't have eyes in the back of his head."

He could hear the sounds of fighting behind him, so he wasn't too worried about Loki. The second Pangorian was brandishing a knife now, and the feathery guy still had a space-gun pointed at him. Peter dodged the blast from the space-gun, hitting the barrel with a web, but it threw him in the path of the swinging knife, and it slashed into him, slicing through his suit easily, just below his ribs.

He didn't really feel it at first, the adrenaline pumping as he blocked a punch from the feathery guy, threw the knife guy flying up into the air on a web, and flipped to kick the feathery guy headfirst into the wing of a metal spaceship.

Space-pirates: zero; Spiderman: four.

"No hard feelings, guys," he panted, "I just wanna go home."

A crash sounded, and Peter saw the Pangorian hulk go crashing down. Loki, breathing hard, glanced at Peter's felled opponents and nodded sharply in approval.

The temporary high from the fight was receding, and Peter was really starting to feel his stab wound. He squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of dizziness swept over him. Awkwardly fumbling, he hissed as he pressed his hand onto his bloodied suit. It felt distinctly damp.

Loki was already up the ramp to the ship; Peter took a staggering step, and paused, realizing his injury might be a tiny bit more serious than he'd assumed. His senses were tingling, however, and he knew that could only mean more Pangorians approaching, so he took a deep breath, and quickly limped onto the ship, gritting his teeth.

"I recommend taking a seat," Loki said from a pilot's chair, fully absorbed in all the fancy buttons and control thingies.

"Shields up," a vaguely feminine disembodied voice announced, as laser guns were fired at them from outside.

Peter finally processed what Loki had said - not that he could stand up by himself anymore, anyways. He stumbled as Loki swung the ship jerkily out of the hangar, avoiding shots from the laser cannon, and it was only luck that he fell back onto a bench, and not the floor.

Jump to lightspeed, Peter thought deliriously, his vision tunneling out to black.

I'm so sorry, I can't seem to stop injuring Peter…