"Kid, wake up. Wake up, Kid, come on-"

Peter woke with a start, coughing violently- he was covered in ash. Dr. Strange was kneeling next to him, patting his face.

"Good, he's up."

Suddenly he was engulfed with a flurry of arms and blonde braids, and he felt bad for having to pull away slightly to avoid coughing into her chest. "Myshka?" He managed out.

She pulled away so they could make eye contact, her face beaming. "Yes, it's me, I'm right here-"

Thankfully he'd stopped coughing, because she pressed a long, hard, kiss to his lips. Peter kissed back, putting the free hand that wasn't propping himself up on the back of her neck, pulling her to him. It felt like the first kiss they'd shared in years.

"Okay, all right, you guys done now?" Dr. Strange asked impatiently. He began to form a portal. "It's been five years, they need our help- get ready for battle, guys-"

They pulled away reluctantly, sending each other the same questioning glance. Battle? But they followed Strange through the portal anyway, the orange light spitting-

And directly back onto earth. Except, not the earth they knew- they were in the middle of a vast, open space somewhere, surrounding a sinkhole of some sort, punctuated heavily by wreckage, each free inch taken up by either an Avenger or Avenger-related warrior, or alien races on the attack. In the middle of it all, stood Thanos.

Portals were open everywhere, new figures stepping through every moment- but friendly portals, they were orange, so these must be friendly figures- and even though it looked like any type of battle had yet to start, Peter's adrenaline was already running-or more, still running, the kiss alone had gotten him started-

Katya grabbed his hand and pushed their way to what looked like the front line, where they found themselves next to the Guardians of the Galaxy- last time Peter had seen Quill he was dissolving into ash, that didn't make sense, he seemed fine now- but he crouched into a fighting position anyway, Katya falling into a stance next to him.

Something happened, and Captain America must have cued them, because suddenly everyone was running at each other, alien races- including these weird, alien dog-like things- flooding from all sides. Spaceships- or more like space whales- blacked out the sky, much like he'd seen on the television back when the Chitauri had invaded- wait, were these all Chitauri? Peter didn't have time to think, as an alien dog came running up to him and he webbed it up immediately- glancing at Katya, who was mid fight with another one- or no, she'd killed it with a dagger to the back of the neck, okay, she was going to be okay- and he webbed up another, using a larger alien's shoulder as leverage to swing himself deeper into the battle.

It was carnage. Peter hated to admit it but, having never met most of these people before, he was having a hard time telling who to web and who to leave alone. Finally, a giant of some sort squashed a slew of bodies in front of him, and from his position he could see Mr. Stark in full Iron Suit on the floor. He sprinted to him. "Hey, hey! Holy cow-" he started to ramble, helping Mr. Stark up, "you will not believe what's been going on." Mr. Stark looked at him like he was watching a ghost, which was odd. "Do you remember when we were in space? And Katya dissolved, and I got all dusty? And I must've passed out because I woke up and you were gone, But Katya and Doctor Strange were there, right, and Doctor Strange was like "It's been five years, c'mon, they need us- and he started doing that orange sparkly thing that he does, you know-" He was cut off by Mr. Stark stepping forward to hug him. A long, deep hug, the kind you only give someone you haven't seen in a while. Peter let himself sink into it, his racing mind halting momentarily. "Oh. This is nice."

It lasted a few more long seconds before Mr. Stark pulled away. "And Katya? Is she-"

"-Here? Yeah she's-" Peter scanned the chaos around them to spot her form, currently busy between two space dogs, stabbing one in the face with a dagger and using her leg to hook the other one around the neck and flip it over so she could whirl around and slit its throat. "-She's right over there."

Safe in his position at least for now, Peter watched Mr. Stark run up to Katya, who was surrounded by nothing but immobile bodies at that point, and scoop her into a hug, as well. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but both of their eyes were red-rimmed, and Mr. Stark went in for another hug, smoothing her hair down, wisps of which had fallen out of her twin braids. Katya clung back.

Peter couldn't watch them for much longer, though, as a giant, lumbering figure came at him from his left side. "Oh no you don't-" He webbed up the figures arm before using that to sling himself around onto the figure's shoulders, webbing his eyes shut before webbing his other arm to his side. The creature fell, and he rolled off it's back. "Have fun getting out of that one!"

He glanced back over to where Mr. Stark and Katya had been, only to find them both gone.

He felt a bump against his back and tensed for a moment- another alien?!- before realizing he recognized the shoulder that bumped his.

"All right, Pauchok, let's do this." He could feel Katya fall into stance so they were back to back.

Together, they fought through the onslaught, Peter webbing up creatures and Katya following close behind to deliver killing blows. Though it felt like ages, it must have only been minutes.

"Pauchok!" Katya called from behind him, backhanding him against the bicep to get his attention, "Look!"

Hurtling through the air, not too far from where they were, was the gauntlet, all stones in place. Before he could think, Peter shot a web at it and followed it through the air, wrapping himself around it. His Iron Spider legs broke his fall. "Activate instant kill!" he finally told Karen, who seemed all too happy to obey. His Iron Legs became blades and his eyes lazers, and everything he touched did, in fact, die. He'd've felt worse if he wasn't so inundated by aliens, hugging the gauntlet to his chest with both hands. He had no clue what to do with it, other than keep it away from Thanos. "I got this," he told himself encouragingly, as he was beginning to be overtaken by the alien creatures. "I got this-okay, no, I don't got this, somebody help!"

His cry was answered by Thor's hammer flying in his direction, which he webbed to and used it's momentum to fly away from the horde. An Iron hand grabbed him, but when he looked up, it wasn't Mr. Stark.

"Hey, I got you, kid." Pepper's voice came in through comms, and she flung him onto the back of some woman who was on a pegasus, which would've been so cool if he hadn't almost slipped off.

"Hey, nice to meet you," he said in a rush, "My names P-Oh my god!" He cut himself off with a yelp as the pegasus took a nosedive directly into enemy territory, barely dodging the lasers that were shooting down from the Chitauri whales. They were hit by one and he was blown off the Pegasus's back, rolling as he hit the ground to distribute his weight as Katya'd taught him, before sprinting through what empty terrain he could find, Gauntlet still firmly in his grasp. Another laser hit where he was about to step and he was blown back, his Iron Spider legs flying off him, and it was all he could do to protect the gauntlet with his body until he finally rolled to a stop. He ducked to avoid the rest of the debris, tighter into the crater he found himself in that one of the lasers must have caused.

After a few moments, a woman with cropped hair landed in front of his crater. "Hey," he said weakly, "I'm Peter Parker."

"Hey Peter Parker." She smirked, "Got something for me?"

He stood up to meet her, every part of his body aching, his eyes drawn to behind her where hordes of aliens continued to swarm. He handed her the gauntlet. "I don't know how you're going to get it through all that."

Wanda then landed beside her, as did a black woman with a shaved head he didn't know, and the pegasus lady from before. "Don't worry-" Wanda said.

"-She's got help." finished the woman with the shaved head. A few other women joined her, circling her in a protective formation before running directly into the swarm. The woman he'd given the gauntlet to took off like a literal rocket, leaving a trail of light behind her and everything, as the others cleared her path.

"Whoa."