A Request by ChildOfChaos714
(Alright y'all, this is a chapter that is pretty intense and new, it's something I've never done and I'm taking it head on! Challenge accepted Chaos. Btw this one takes place in different times. For example, the first part is homecoming and the rest are just random lol.)
Anyway, on with the story.
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Peter's heart was racing immensely, he had to stop Toomes from hijacking the plane holding the avenger's valuables. If he didn't, millions of lives would be in danger. He got the abandoned building after totaling Flash's car, well, his dad's car, and he ran into the building. Seeing Toomes, the room is filled with computers and gadgets. Monitors showing Avengers Tower and the blueprint of Stark's plane. Peter spots Toomes vulture's wing suit and goes deeper inside. The teen really wished Tony hadn't taken his suit. "Hey! Surprised?" He shouted.
"Oh, hey, Pete. I didn't hear you come in." Toomes said as he turned around.
"It's over. I've got you." Peter told him as he stalked closer to him.
Toomes chuckled, "You know, I gotta tell you, Pete, I really, really admire your grit. I see why Liz likes you. I do. When you first came to the house, I wasn't sure. I thought, "Really?" But I get it now."
"How could you do this to her?" Peter asked, once this thing would end, Peter knew Liz would be devastated. No matter how mad or hurt she would be, stopping her father was the right thing to do.
"To her? I'm not doing anything to her, Pete. I'm doing this for her."
That's a twisted way of looking at it, he thought, "Huh, yeah." Peter shoots his web and glues Vulture's left hand against the desk.
Toomes sighs, "Peter, you're young. You don't understand how the world works."
"Yeah, but I understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong." Peter retorted.
Toomes scoffed, "How do you think your buddy Stark paid for that tower? Or any of his little toys? Those people, Pete, those people up there, the rich and the powerful, they do whatever they want. Guys like us, like you and me, they don't care about us."
"We build their roads and we fight all their wars and everything, but they don't care about us. We have to pick up after 'em. We have to eat their table scraps. That's how it is. I know you know what I'm talking about, Peter."
"Why are you telling me this?" Peter asked.
"Because I want you to understand. And... I needed a little time to get her airborne." Vulture takes a folding knife out of his pocket. Vulture's wingsuit flies out from behind Peter's back, which he avoids. In the confusion of the moment, Vulture cuts free from the web. The wing suit continues to attack Peter, but he avoids it with quick movements.
"I'm sorry, Peter." Toomes muttered.
"What are you talking about? That thing hasn't even touched me yet." Peter laughed.
Toomes nodded his head, "True. Then again, wasn't really trying to."
Peter realizes that the wingsuit wasn't attacking him; instead, it was chopping down the pillars. The building collapses, its wreckage raining down on Peter and burying him. Vulture picks up a walkie-talkie and talks to his right hand man Mason. "Chief, they're powering up engines."
"Okay." The other man replied.
Mason hurried, "Come on, come on, come on."
Toomes waved him off, "Yeah, yeah." He takes one last look at the pile of debris covering Peter, then walks away. He pauses to stare at the Avengers tower, while his wingsuit attaches itself on his back. Peter grunts and cries, as he feels the weight under the debris, still alive. He panics, struggling to breathe, and takes off his mask. "Oh, god. Okay, ready?" He struggles to get up but fails.
He sobbed, dust from debris filling his lungs, making it hard to breathe. "Hello! Hello! Please. Hey, hey, please. I'm down here. I'm down here. I'm stuck. I'm stuck. I can't move. I can't..."
Peter takes a moment to catch his breath and looks down at his reflection on a puddle. The Spider-Man mask in the puddle covers half the reflection, making it look as if Peter is wearing the Spider-Man mask on half his face. "If you're nothing without this suit, then you shouldn't have it." Tony's words echoed through his mind,
Once again, Peter tries to push the debris off his back. Repeating who he really is to himself, "Come on, Peter. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man!" Peter finally frees himself from the debris and gets up amongst rubbles. He spots Vulture perching on top of a stripped billboard. He was going to stop him, with whatever it took in him.
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Peter's patrol night was quiet, he had stopped a couple muggings, and stopped by MJ's place for a little late night chat like they always did. Just as they were going to share a kiss his super hearing picked up the screams of people begging for help. He paused, told MJ he had to go help and would text her when he got home, he rushed to the scene to see the entire apartment complex on fire. He spoke to Karen telling her to alert Tony as he was in need of assistance before rushing into the building.
Getting the variables on how to get everyone out without any casualties Peter began getting civilians out to safety. He got almost everyone out but when he went back, he found a woman yelling for help, she was surrounded by fire. She saw the young hero and begged him to help her as her leg was caught trapped under a beam. She was coughing a lot and Peter rushed to her aid, he lifted the beam up just enough for her to move and go to the exit.
Just before he was about to leave, more of the room started to collapse and if he moved he was risking his life even more, he found it harder to breathe, his vision was blurring. Luckily the sounds of Tony's thrusters and the clang of Steve's shield were heard. The two men immediately saved Peter and got him to paramedics to treat him for his minor injuries. Peter promised he was okay, of course the adults didn't believe him so he spoke up. "I've got a secret identity, can we take this somewhere else Mr. Stark?"
Tony agreed although paramedics were reluctant to let him go, Tony picked him up to go to the quinjet and head back to the compound. Once they got there Tony had been worried about the kid, he got checked out by Bruce who said he was okay but needed a lot of rest. Tony insisted Peter stay over, already on the phone with May who threatened Tony by saying: "If my boy doesn't come back in one piece, it'll be your head Stark." Peter sighed, his bones were aching, but ultimately when he got to his room he collapsed in his bed and slept till morning.
Tony made sure Peter was okay to get home and ready for school, Peter insisted he felt better and soon left continuing his day.
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Today had been going great, Peter did all of his homework before the end of the day out of boredom, he Facetimed Harley who was back in Rose Hill, and he got to pick up Morgan's birthday cake for her birthday party for the upcoming weekend. He felt insanely happy, he headed into the Avengers Tower greeting everyone with a smile. He went down to the lab to meet his dad and uncle Bruce. They were working on experimenting with some vibranium that King T'Challa gave to them, all was fine and dandy, Peter then went up to his room to watch some movies while also occasionally texting MJ.
About two hours pass, all is well, when Peter gets this weary feeling in the pit of his stomach. He walked out to the kitchen, seeing the rest of his family come out to see what the rattling noise was. And that's when they all heard it, the ear deafening roar that was all too familiar. Peter's eyes widened, as he ran towards the stairs to get to his father, his suits weren't online, they'd been on the fritz and that's what he'd been working on when Peter got home.
He ran as fast as he could and got to the lab, seeing a hole in the ceiling and Tony trying to get up, coughing as the dust got to his lungs. Peter ran to Tony and helped him up, they went to the stairwell and began going up, hopefully able to help the team in any way possible. Peter questioned Tony about what triggered Bruce, but the older man had no clue how. The two of them only make it halfway across the hall when Hulk landed in front of them and charged towards them. Neither of them could run, so Tony shielded his boy from harm as the floor crumbled from beneath him and Peter.
When he came to, Tony sat up, remembering the events that just took place. Peter, where was his son? Panicking, Tony got up on his feet and started limping as he tried searching for Peter. He called out his name, his voice almost hoarse, "Peter! Where are you?!" He shouted. Getting no response, he yelled again. "Peter! Bambino!"
He continued walking around and then his eye, his chocolate brown hair, Peter was unconscious. Tony got to his boy, desperate to wake him up, seeing as shaking wasn't working. He reeled back his hand and slapped Peter across the face, and he gasped waking up readying himself to fight. "Hey, Rocky ease up with the punches. You're okay." Peter looked up at Tony and his expression changed from fear to discomfort.
Tony realized it and looked at Peter's leg, it was lodged under a bunch of heavy debris, which meant he couldn't move. Peter rivaled in pain, Tony tried calming him down but nothing was working. He couldn't lift the rubble off him as it was too difficult. So unfortunately, they had to just wait it out until someone found them and rescued them. Tony ran his fingers through Peter's hair, hoping to distract the young boy from the unbelievable pain.
"Pete, how's your super healing?" He asked.
Peter grunted in pain, "I mean... I'm not dead. So I'd say it's fine." He replied. Tony didn't like that response but ignored it and nodded his head. He had heard Hulk roaring again some minutes before, so the team was probably still busy taking him down. He sighed, hoping someone would find them soon, thankfully, by the grace of the gods, he heard Steve's voice.
"Tony! Peter! Where are you guys?" Tony yelled as best he could to get his friend's attention, luckily he did and Steve jumped down the hole they fell in and found the two. Steve got the piles of concrete off of Peter and got both him and Tony to the medbay to be treated. Bruce tried to apologize but Peter wouldn't accept it, he told his uncle it wasn't his fault.
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Harry had finally made the trip from London to New York, Peter was extremely excited, he couldn't believe his best friend was coming back after months of being so far away. He went all out for Harry's arrival, knowing his father Norman Osborn wasn't necessarily joyful about his son "neglecting" his duties to help him with the company. But Harry didn't care, he was just happy to see Peter. Peter hung up a banner in big bold letters, saying: WELCOME HOME HARRY! He made all of Harry's favorite foods, and grabbed his favorite films and set them up to watch after they ate.
Harry didn't know this of course walking up to Peter's apartment door, he knocked and it swung open, to reveal a smiling Peter. He smiled back and walked in, and when Peter closed the door, the two of them hugged, then Harry looked around seeing all the effort Peter put in for his homecoming. "Wow Pete, you really outdid yourself. I'm impressed." He complemented.
The two teens headed on with the festivities and were having a grand time. Watching movies, eating good food, just chilling out. Harry was glad to be home, being in London with his dad only talking about business all day twenty four seven. And the time difference between him and Peter made it difficult to call him and rant about how insane Norman was while Peter listened intently.
Peter was surprised Harry wasn't even mentioning Norman at all, it would only be a matter of time before he started talking. Hours passed as the two of them got on the topic of a teen drama show that Harry had never watched called: Teen Wolf. Peter was both shocked and highly offended at this revelation. "You're totally Stiles!" Peter exclaimed.
Harry chuckled, "If you think I'm offended by that, you're sadly mistaken my friend." Both of them laughed, but the fun was coming to an end when a blast shook the entire apartment. And everything went black, Peter woke up to absolute chaos, his vision came back but the ringing in his ears was still going, he groaned, but then he realized Harry was with him. He rose to his feet and began searching for his friend, his apartment wasn't even recognizable.
Peter stumbled around trying to find Harry, when his eyes got their focus back he saw two men attempting to drag Harry out of the front door. He bolted towards them and knocked one of them to the ground, the other tried to attack but Peter punched him, he went down on the ground, the other one went and rammed his body into Peter, Harry quickly gathered himself and ran to pick up a piece of debris. He hit the guy over knocking him out and grabbing Peter's hand, hoisting him up off the floor, "Who are these guys?" He asked his friend.
"They work for my dad's rival company. Why the heck did they blow up the complex? They could've knocked like normal people." Harry pondered.
"People who kidnap and kill people aren't normal." Peter replied. Luckily the two tied up the men and got outside to get help, as they most likely suffered from minor concussions.
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Peter crouched on the water tower, scanning through the bustling streets of Manhattan. He was waiting on a certain fellow Spider-Man who was late, as usual, but he didn't mind. He was just glad to finally have help instead of doing everything by himself. It would burn him out every once in a while, but training the new kid was like teaching himself all over again. He sighed, checking the time once more when he felt an all familiar presence. "Hey Pete, sorry I'm late. Had to help my mom with something."
Peter chuckled, "It's alright Miles, should be quiet out there tonight."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Miles said before getting up and swinging away, they kept swinging around, helping people, but the biggest threat they have is King Pin. That man never quits, Peter's been dealing with him ever since he was a teenager, he was running a drug trafficking ring, sending his men around the city to other crime bosses importing and outporting different substances.
Peter couldn't fathom how insane that entire operation was, once he and Miles got to Fisk tower, that's when everything went down. They entered the building and were surrounded by King Pin's men, Miles turned to Peter, "I've got them, you go get Fisk." He said, Peter nodded and headed to fight Fisk. Peter quickly made his way to the man's office and found him sitting at his desk. Fisk sneered at the man, meanwhile Peter was just wanting this guy to go back to jail. Fisk looked up at him, "You never give up do you?"
Peter found himself chuckling. "Maybe if you chose a different career path, I probably wouldn't be here to catch you every other month." Fisk angrily slammed his fists down as Peter got into a fighting stance. The brawl began, punches were thrown, weapons were drawn and used, Peter was doing his best, Fisk had thrown Peter down on the floor. He heard his gasps for breath, Peter could feel the metallic taste clawing its way up his throat but he desperately pushed it down.
Fisk smirked, knowing he'd beaten Peter badly. As a last ditch effort Peter webbed Fisk's hand but he tore it off like it was nothing, he could barely stand, but he forced himself to, he couldn't back down, not now, not yet, and not ever. He ran at Fisk and landed some more punches, but when Fisk held him by his neck, choking him Peter's vision started clouding. Then Miles showed up, using his electricity and knocking Fisk down, making him let go of Peter.
He fought the bigger man and almost won but was stopped when Fisk ran over to his safe room behind bulletproof glass and stared at Miles who was on the other side. He grimaced, wiping blood away from his chin, but he held up a clicker with a red button. Miles' spidey sense went off and when he turned to get back to Peter, it was too late, an explosion went off and knocked him to the floor. He almost blacked out but got up and made his way towards the older man.
He moved pieces of rubble and debris off of him, seeing that Peter was groaning in pain. "Pete, hey are you okay, can you get up?" He asked. Peter reached to take off his mask along with Miles' help, his breathing was rattled, something was wrong, but he didn't know what. He tried helping Peter get up but the man couldn't move. "Peter, you have to get up, please."
Peter coughed, "I can't Miles, I can't move." At this point tears were pricking the corner of Miles' eyes.
"Where does it hurt?" Miles asked.
"It's cold, normally my healing would be working but I don't know." Peter groaned in pain. Miles knew he had to get help, but he didn't want to leave his mentor.
"I'm gonna get help okay. Don't close your eyes, okay? Promise me you won't." Miles demanded, he watched Peter nod his head after putting his mask back on, and that was his cue to go. He rushed outside to see police and paramedics, getting their attention and immediately asking them to rush in because Spider-Man was hurt. When he got them up to him, they rushed over to him and worked on him.
They rushed him into an ambulance and to the hospital, they had to take his mask off but swore they wouldn't release his identity to anyone and Miles trusted them. An hour later MJ rushed into the building alongside May and Ned, all of them were worried. Miles had slipped into the bathroom to change into normal clothes and met with them. Peter had been taken into the operating room, they waited a few hours before a doctor came out to talk to MJ and May.
Unfortunately, the news wasn't good, judging by the way MJ was crying and May was doing her best to console her. Miles it was bad, so he decided to let them go in the room, Ned had joined them. The three of them walked out and May tapped Miles on his shoulder, she gave a sad smile and walked with him to Peter's room. That's when he saw just how terrible it was, Peter was hooked up to so many machines, a ventilator being one of them. Which meant he wasn't breathing on his own, Miles sat in a chair next to the man laying in the hospital bed.
He sighed, "You promised you wouldn't close your eyes. I'm sorry Pete, I'm so sorry. I should've gotten there early, if I had maybe you wouldn't be..." He hated to think Peter was dying, Peter was actually going to die because of Wilson Fisk. Looking at the man his body laid completely motionless, he will definitely get Fisk and bring him to justice. "I don't know if you can hear me or not. But if you can, just know I love you Peter. Thanks for being my mentor, my brother, my best friend. Just.. thank you for everything man."
Tears were rolling down Miles face as he held Peter's hand, he felt Peter squeeze his hand, and a few seconds later, but that's when he heard it. Peter flat-lined. Doctors did all that they could but Peter's time of death was four fifteen in the afternoon. The world was shocked to not only learn who Spider-Man was, but were saddened by his passing. Thousands showed up to his funeral, thanking him for everything he's done for not just the city but the world.
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The End of Chapter 1