Peter didn't care about his field trip, which was strange, because for two weeks, it had been all he had spoken about with his friends, but it seemed dull in comparison when you've proven the existence of the multiverse and can't even tell anyone.

The bus was filled with rowdy teenagers, who were all too spritely and energetic for a Monday morning.

Peter didn't care, usually, the sound would overload his senses, but he was texting to Ava regarding all of his doppelgängers as millions of questions fill his phone about how they live their lives from her.

Thankfully, Ned sat in front of him on the bus, stuck in his own little world. Ava didn't come along saying someone needed to stay and protect New York with Spider-Man out of the city for the day.

Peter was relieved that MJ was on the other bus because she would know that he was hiding something, and the way she tilted her head to her shoulder and glared at him, through narrowed eyes, made him melt and he would admit the truth in a second.

He still had no idea how he hadn't accidentally told her about Spider-Man yet, it was a miracle. But if she discovered the bruises Goblin left on him that haven't properly healed yet, she would put it together easily.

Peter was half way through his billionth text to Ava, when his perfect day took an unexpected dark turn as his stomach churned and the hairs on his arms stood on edge.

That means something bad is about to go down...and it's huge.

He dropped his phone onto his lap and he moved his hand to cover his arm as he reluctantly turned to look out the window.

Hovering over the city was a ringlike spaceship, Peter knew the threat was serious, but his first thought was that the ship resembled a doughnut.

He might've skipped breakfast, he was hungry.

Peter's shoulders deflated and he let out a solemn sigh. Usually, he would be more than eager to hop off the bus and swing over to help, but today, he didn't want to. He wanted to relax and spent the day after everything he's been through with protecting the spider-people and stopping the Goblin.

Nevertheless, he was going to go because this was his world and he vowed to protect it. He soon remembered that his uncle and Ava were in the middle of it.

Everyone else on the bus were too engrossed with their conversations and cell phones, so they hadn't even noticed yet.

Peter had to admit, New York had grown unnervingly comfortable with alien invasions, but at the same time, it didn't mean that people should be this unbelievably ignorant.

He had to do something, he kept his eye on his classmates as he leaned forward and tapped Ned's arm, he moved to hit his shoulder and cheek, frantically attempting to gain his attention. He resorted to pulling out his earbud,

"Ned, Ned, hey." He said softly, though his voice trembled at the prospect of coming face to face with aliens again after everything.

As Spider-Man, he had only faced people. When he was Agent S, he had briefly come face-to-face with the Chitauri. But he's faced worse than a donut.

Ned finally turned to look at him, "I need you to cause a distraction." Peter pleaded.

Ned did exactly that, "Holy shit!" He stumbled to his feet, Peter absentmindedly balled his hand around Ned's hoodie, as he moved away. Peter needed to go, his senses were screaming for him to get off the bus, but he hated leaving his best friend, on the outskirts of an alien invasion. It was a heavyweight on his chest, but one he had to learn to deal with.

"We're all gonna die!" Ned exclaimed, everyone looked at him like he was insane, but they soon saw what he did, and jumped up, screaming among themselves, "There's a spaceship!"

Peter kept his eyes on his friend until he slipped away into the crowd of teenagers all huddled together towards the rear end of the bus.

Ned kept shouting as loudly as he possibly could, and yes, perhaps he was a little too animated, but Peter loved him for it because it gave him time to escape unnoticed.

Peter shoved his cell back into his backpack and took out his web-shooters, he slapped them onto his wrists.

He made sure his classmates weren't looking his way, before connecting a line of web to the emergency exit window handle, he pulled it open.

Peter rushed over the aisle and leapt out of the window, he clung onto the outside of the bus.

"What's the matter with you kids? You've never seen a spaceship before?" The bus driver sang to the startled group of teens as Peter let out a small breathless chuckle, before he covered his face with the Spider-Man mask, he wished he could be that optimistically blasé about an extraterrestrial threat.

This was the endgame. The one he knows that Gwen warned him about a long time ago. The fight for their universe, this has to be it.

Peter grabbed his backpack, closed the window and leapt off the bus, he swung under the Queensboro Bridge, and headed toward the city, towards the danger.

He hoped, no matter how daunting this was, that they could stop this.

He landed on a rooftop, he quickly tore off his clothes and put his suit on, "Hey, Peter." Karen greeted. "You should be on your way to the Museum of Modern Art. Is this activity to do with the spaceship that is currently hovering over Manhattan?" She asks him.

"Yes." Peter rolled his eyes as he bounced over to the ledge, "What do you know?" He jumped down onto the street below, civilians were clumsily running around, bumping into each other, screaming as they went.

"Friday has initiated evacuation on forth-third street." Karen informs him.

"Got it." Peter scanned the area to make sure he helped those who needed it most. He helped a few civilians who had been knocked over during the chaos, he informed as many people as he could about the evacuation.

He headed toward the epicentre of the fight, knowing that was where he was truly needed.

"Contact Ava, tell her where to go." Peter tells his AI as he swings off and swung over to another roof. He followed Friday's signal, the location kept changing rapidly, it seemed like Tony was being tossed around by whoever had descended onto the city.

The signal finally calmed for a second and gave Peter enough time to catch up with Iron Man.

Tony was somewhere over, or in, Washington Square Park. Peter landed on the edge of a building, to give himself a few moments of surveillance time, to see what his best possible move was.

The air was knocked clean from his lungs when his eyes spotted a familiar face but, no, that was impossible.

Bruce Banner.

He hadn't seen him in years, and there he was. Alive, crouched down on the ground, talking to himself. So, nothing had really changed, apart from a few grey hairs. Peter's mouth twitched into a smile, aside from the current invasion, today was shaping up to be a pretty good day.

That optimism was pulled from underneath his feet when he noticed the fight occurring a few paces away from Bruce.

Tony was fighting something, well, someone. The creature was built like the Hulk, though his skin was scaly, and he was dressed in armour. He was a footsoldier, Peter could tell by the way he was fighting.

Peter quickly named him 'Bad-Hulk' because he needed a name to match to the enemy before he swung in there without a plan.

Ava comes in full White Tiger and sees what's happening. "We do not get paid enough for things like this." Ava tells Peter.

"You get paid?" Peter asks her.

"You're saying we're not getting paid?" Ava questions.

The alien was holding onto a large axe-like weapon, that he was swinging haphazardly in an attempt to hit Tony.

Peter swung forward, sensing what was going to happen next. Tony was down on his hands and knees attempting to move away and get ready for the next bout. He was recovering from a heavy blow.

Peter moved faster than he ever had before, and he got there, in the nick of time. With ease, he caught the creature's weapon before it had the chance to strike Tony, he leaned his head out to look the beast in the eyes.

"Hey, man." He sang, masking his anxiety with his signature exuberant, borderline sing-songy voice. He swiftly turned back to check on Tony, "What's up, Stark?"

Tony flipped around, Peter couldn't see his face because it was hidden behind the mask, but he could imagine his shock, "Kid, where'd you come from?"

The creature wrapped its hand around Peter, and tossed him aside, he screeched as he shored through the air. He crashed landed and rolled a few times before settling on the ground, next to a water fountain.

Peter was back on his feet faster than he was knocked off them, he bounced into action, using a nearby tree as a guide as Ava comes leaping in to help.

"What's this guy's problem?" Ava asked, as Tony circled the creature, trying to take it down with his blasters.

"Uh. he's from space. And he came to steal a necklace from a wizard." Tony explained, and the two took his word as gospel, but even by their standards, that was unbelievable.

Aliens? Yes. Enhanced people? Yes. Giant hulking creatures? Yes. Robot hands? Yes. Wizards? Yes. Peter felt like all his childhood dreams and nightmares had all revealed themselves as truths. It isconfirmed that nthing was impossible in their world anymore.

Peter tried to attack the Bad-Hulk from behind.

Unfortunately, it seemed the beast also had a sixth sense like he does, as it swung its weapon, and caught Peter with it, trapping him inside the contraption. Peter sucked in a sharp breath, winded by the blunt hit to his ribcage.

The weapon extended, and the creature swung him around.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Peter tried to wiggle free but to no prevail as he's spun around. Peter was released, and sent flying back again.

Bad-Hulk tossed the tail end of a cab, Peter was able to web up the cab and hurdle it back towards the unexpecting creature. It hit him in the head and gave Tony the perfect opportunity to target it again.

"Peter, you all right?" Ava yelled over as she watched Tony push the creature back with a shield created by nanotechnology.

Peter gulped, as he fell back onto his heels, preparing for the next round, "Yeah, I'm good! You?"

"Fine." Ava grunted as he pushed against the creature's hand, "Why'd you ask?"

Before Peter had the chance to say anything else, a man wrapped in a red cloak flew by, Peter narrowed his eyes as he watched him go, that was not something he saw every day, even in New York.

"Kids!" Tony exclaimed over the deafening sound of his blasters, "That's the wizard! Get on it!"

"On it!" Peter followed behind the unconscious floating wizard and an alien that shared an uncanny likeness with Squidward from Spongebob Squarepants.

"Be careful!" Ava shouts to her brother.

"When am I not?" Peter asks as he swings off.

"Not enough time to debate that." Ava mumbled and goes back to helping Stark fight off this guy.

He tried to close the distance between them, he just needed to get the wizard and get to safety. It sounded easy, but then he realised that Squidward was using telekinesis, which frankly, was blatant cheating.

The alien sent a billboard flying back, it hit Peter, but he used it to his advantage and leapt off it.

"Not cool!" Peter states, only making these jokes to hide the terror he's feeling.

Squidward used his powers to bend a bunch of streetlamps together to narrow the wizard's path.

Peter watched as the cloak became stuck between two lampposts, leaving the wizard unprotected. Peter leapt forward, and caught the wizard with a web before Squidward had the chance to catch him.

"Gotcha!" Peter changed his direction and focused on getting back.

His victory was short-lived, as a blue beam from the overhead ship caught the wizard and started pulling him up.

Peter webbed up a streetlamp, and held onto it with all the strength he had while trying to hang onto to the wizard at the same time.

His eyes widened at the sight of the cloak flying up. it was definitely not the wind. Wizards and aliens, Peter could easily see. Sentient pieces of cloth is where he had to draw the line, but there was one, right above him.

The streetlight was torn from its home in the ground, and before Peter knew it, he was following the wizard and cloak into the jaws of the war, "Uh, guys! I'm being beamed up!"

"Hold on, Pete!" Ava's panicked voice cracked through the comms.

Hold on.

Peter could do that, he held on plenty of times before when his life was on the line.

He had never been this high before, or as terrified to fall. Half-way up, the wizard was torn from his grasp, and he didn't have the strength to get him back.

At the top, he webbed up the side of the ship, and shored over, landing on the inside of the disk. He stuck to it, holding on for dear life, as he waited for somebody to catch up with them.

He pressed his forehead against the ship and let out a heavy shaky breath. This was not what Ava meant by 'be careful.'

Actually, it was the polar opposite.