No Way Home for a Spider, in a Galaxy Far, Far Away Chapter 2, a Star Wars + Avengers Crossover fanfic

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The story I was referring to in the last chapter is by the author "Spiderfan626" the story is called "Star Wars: The Last Avenger" It is an excellent story! You all should check it out.

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(Peter Parker's Point of View)
(In a Galaxy Far, Far Away)

I ran into the forest jumping from treetop to treetop. I was unsure of what I was hearing. I heard voices yelling in an alien dialectic with other voices yelling in what sounded like English.

It sounded like a warzone with explosions, cries of pain, and the smell of smoke and burnt bodies. I tapped my chest, and the Iron-Spider Suit roared to life and covered my body from head to toe.

I saw what to be either a high-tech cosplay of Stormtrooper Armor, though there were some differences, the colors were far more than just white. The helmets were also different. The eyes things were different. Instead of having two eye holes, it had a 'T' like thing made out of something that was see-through in one direction but not in the other.

I watched them fight in awe; they had Jetpacks, they had guns that acted an awful like a blaster from the old movie(s) Star Wars (New Hope through Return of the Jedi). They had Flame Throwers and other types of weapons.

I was wary of speaking to Karen because I was unsure if I could be heard, though I highly doubted that I could be heard over the battle below me. After a few minutes, I asked my A.I. "Karen, where are we and what are we going to do?"

She replied in her usual calm voice, "Peter, the answer has not changed since the last time you asked me fifteen minutes ago. I suggest avoiding the fight."

I nodded my head as I watched the clearing where the battle was taking place.

I slowly began to backtrack away from the battle when my Spider-Sense went off. I jumped down and did a backflip before I landed on the ground in a crouch.

I looked up and saw where I was had been turned to splinters from what could have been an RPG or something like that. I looked around and saw that a few people began to walk towards me, about three in total.

I said to them, "Is there any way we can talk about this?" I really did not want to fight them.

"Enough talking, Jedi, now time for you to die!" The middle one said as she shot at me with a wrist-mounted rocket launcher.

I dodged it with a limbo move as I exclaimed, "I am not a Jedi!"

The one on the right drew his pistol and fired six shots at me, but I managed to dodge every single blaster bolt.

Finally, the one on the left charged at me with a buzzing knife that seemed to vibrate in his hands. I side stepped his first thrust as I grew angry. Then, I lashed out with a kick denting the armor in his chest as I sent him flowing through the tree, breaking it down. Finally, I snarled and said, "I just lost my Aunt to a Homicidal Maniac! I am in no mood for games!"

Karen spoke to me in my ear and said, "Calm down, Peter, before you do something that you regret."

The female of the group frowned and asked, "How old are you, kid?"

I said, still in a fighting stance, "Seventeen."

She said, "You are on Mandalore."

I replied to her and said, "I was on the planet, Terra, also known as Earth."

The person who I had kicked through the tree came limping out of the lumber. He asked, confused, "Who in the seven circles of hell names their planet dirt?"

I chuckled softly and shrugged my shoulders, and said, "I did not name it."

The second person tilted his head to the side and asked, "What are you doing on Mandalore, Kid?"

I sighed and thought up of a lie as I said, "Slavers."

The woman growled and seemed to cuss in another language that I did not understand, nor did Karen understand it. Finally, she took a calming breath and asked me, "Do you have any family left?"

I growled softly and said, "No, the person who I tried to help killed the only family member I had left. I have nothing left on my homeworld. I have nothing here. I have nothing and am nothing." I was going to continue to belittle myself, but my Spider-Sense went off. I blitzed past them and threw a grenade as high as I could, but it blew up going into the air.

The woman said to me, "We are the New Mandalorians, we fight for peace, and we do not like violence."

I gave her a slight nod and asked her, "May I know your name?"

She said, "Satine Kyze, future Dutchess of the System Mandalore."

The boy groaned and said, "The name is Korkie Kyze. She is my Aunt."

I gave them a nod and said, "Okay… pleasure to meet you all." Once again, my Spider-Sense went off, and I pushed Satine a few inches as a Blaster Bolt missed her by a couple of inches. I asked them, "Perhaps we should either leave the battle or maybe focus on it?"

"Roger, that." Said the third person in the group as he charged headfirst into the battle.

I asked the remaining two, "Who are you fighting?"

Satine said, "The Death Watch."

That name sounded familiar… as if I had heard it from somewhere. I gave her a nod and said, "Okay, I will try to stay out of the way then."

I jogged back to where I had come from. I did not want to kill anyone… except for Norman Osborne, also known as Green Goblin. I clenched my fists in anger and pain.

Well, here is the Second Intro Chapter.

I still have not planned this story out yet.

I have put Peter between Pre-Prequels and Rebels. What should Peter become? I was thinking maybe a Bounty Hunter or something like that. What do you readers think he should be?

I once again own nothing. All of the rights belong to Disney.

Death Fury Signing off for now.

P.S.
I have another story, "The Chronicles of Cain", please check it out.