Emil seemed to have chosen the worst time to assist Peter. After popping back to his apartment to administer an adrenaline shot, he teleported to Peter's location, not expecting the spider to be clinging to the side of a plane. So when he appeared in a flash of blue light, it was to an unexpected shock.

His body thudded against the steel underside of the plane as the wind knocked him off where he had landed on the wing, sending him tumbling out into open air before he could even curse. A web caught him by the wrist and Emil was left dangling against the tail of the plane like a rag doll. He could dimly see Peter sticking to the steel a few feet ahead, one hand holding the web connecting him. Trust Peter to get stuck in the weirdest situations. Ten years as a hydra assassin did not prepare him for this.

Peter seemed to be trying to move the wings. The vulture wings had formed a sort of barrier which was predictably protecting Toomes' entrance. They seemed to stuck pretty tight and were the only way Peter enter the plane.

"I'm going inside!" Emil tired to shout but his words were swallowed up by the wind. He refused to look down, knowing full well that if Peter lost his grip they would both be falling. Hastily, he released one hand from the web and pointed at the plane. Peter nodded, probably understanding the message but Emil had now way to know. So he just smiled and vanished with a flash.

The inside of the plane was gloomy. Crates of all shapes and sizes littered the floor, a few of which held iron man suits and funky looking weaponry. Emil could see Toomes at the front of the plane. He hadn't seemed to notice the blue light, but it could just be another trap. He seemed to be messing with the controls which left his attention off Emil. This allowed him to sneak closer.

Suddenly Toomes turned around and Emil ducked for cover behind a particularly large crate. "Hot dog", He could hear him speak aloud. Toomes began to make his way through the crates and Emil silently snuck around him, trying to get to the cockpit. A crash and a sudden air pressure drop caught both their attentions. Peter has succeeded in shifting the wings, disturbing the airtight barrier . Emil heard Toomes sigh loudly.

He hurriedly made his way back to his wings and detached, leaving Emil trapped inside the plane. Quickly, Emil took over the controls, trying to figure out what Toomes had done. A loud scraping disturbed him and he turned his attention to the cameras. Peter was clinging to the side of the plane and Toomes was trying to shred him with his steel wings. Emil watched as Toomes finally knocked Peter off and didn't bother to think before reacting.

Teleporting, he caught Peter in mid air as he hurtled towards the main turbine. Just before they were both shredded, he flashed and they both landed inside the plane. Peter was breathing heavily, body shaking. "Woo", he gasped. "That was not fun". Emil chuckled and sprawled onto his back. For a minute, he sighed and let his mind register all his body's complaints which throbbed horribly.

There was a sudden loud beeping from the control panel. Pushing himself up, Emil checked it and found that the turbines on the right side of the plane had failed. It seemed that Toomes was trying to bring the plane down with him. He cursed loudly.

"Damn it", He muttered as he sat down in the pilots seat. Trust Stark to have a plane with no pilot. "The plane is going to bloody crash".

Peter peered at the panel behind him. "You can fly this right? Please say you can fly this".

Emil struggled for a minute, pressing buttons and pulling at the controls. "I could. But the fin on the right wing is stuck. Without it, we are going to crash".

"Can you teleport me up there? I can steer it from above", Peter suggested.

"That is a stupidly dangerous plan", Emil scowled. "But fuck it, it's the only one we've got". Taking Peter's hand, he moved them onto the wing. Peter hurriedly caught hold and Emil let go, free falling for a second before appearing back in the pilot's seat.

"Fuck fuck fuckity fucking fuck", He chanted as he took hold of the controls again. This was probably the most dangerous thing he had ever done. If he and Peter survived this, it would be a miracle. Adrenaline was coursing through his veins, successfully starving off the pain which he was suppressing. "Here it goes", he muttered before pulling the controls left.

Peter seemed to be having the same thought as the plane successfully began to turn away from the city. However, the plane was losing altitude fast. There was really no where for Emil to safely land it. Apart from the beach that is. "Shit , we're going to the seaside", he fitted his teeth. He just hopped that there was no one there. The plane dropped. Just before it collided, Emil teleported away and grabbed Peter, moving them both safely to the sand as the plane crashed around them.

Debris flew everywhere and Peter rolled them over and shielded Emil with his body as fire coated the beach. The creates were tossed from the hold, scattering the sand. They were still mostly intact which was probably good for Stark.

"Thanks", Emil coughed as the wreckage of the plane finally came to rest several yards away.

"Call it payback for all the times you've saved me", Peter grinned weakly at him. His mask had come off and Emil could see blood dripping down his forehead. He fell slightly as he tried to get up, the adrenaline obviously wearing off. That was certainly the case for Emil, whose body was shivering. He fought the urge to throw up and let Peter to pull him to his feet.

A crash from behind them disturbed their moment. Vulture Came hurtling at them and they both fell back onto the sound. He flew straight over them and crashed into the sand. Shakily, Emil and Peter rose to face him.

His wings were obviously damaged. They sparked and jittered ominously as Toomes raised his head. "Hey boys", he greeted darkly and he flew at them again. Peter pulled Emil into a roll, narrowly missing his wings.

However, they moved too late and Toomes caught Peter in his claws. He flew up, intending to crush Peter into the floor but Emil teleported above him, landing on his back. It was not the smartest move Emil had ever done and he sliced his arm open on the sharp steel. But it enabled Peter to unlock the claws and catch a web on the end of a wings, dangling from the end like fish bait.

Toomes reached up and caught Emil by the neck, ripping him off and throwing him towards the ground. He landed with a crack and blacked out. By the time he came too, Toomes had Peter in his claws again and was lifting him up and crushing him against the ground. Eventually Peter went limp and Toomes raised him triumphantly by his hood. Emil couldn't move, body finally giving up and he watched helplessly.

"Peter!" He called desperately. "Peter!"

Toomes glanced over at him. "Oh you're still alive. I was wondering how the hell you two aren't dying". He scoffed and dropped Peter's limp body into the sand and tugged off his helmet. "I don't care anymore. You can't stop me now".

Emil groaned and forced himself to roll over as Toomes flew jerkily across to one of the crate. His wings were sparking dangerously and Emil called out in a sudden panic. "Wait. Your wings!" He tried to raise himself up but his arms gave way beneath him.

Toomes turned around as his wings pulled him and the crate up into the air. "It's time for you and your boyfriend to go home Emil", he called.

"Stop! I'm trying to warn you", Emil called desperately. He turned to where Peter was stirring. "Peter! His wings are going to explode. Wake up!"

Peter raised his head and took in the situation. Shakily, he pushed himself to his feet. "Mr Toomes stop!" But Toomes was no longer listening. He tried to fly higher only for his wings to spark and shudder. Peter and Emil both covered their face as the wings exploded into flame.

Peter waisted no time before running into the flames. Emil waited with bated breath for a few tantalising moments before Peter emerged with Toomes on his shoulders. The man seemed to be unconscious and Peter dumped him into the sand before stumbling over to Emil. He flopped down to lie next to him and grinned at him weakly.

"We did it", he sighed.

Emil coughed out a laugh which hurt his ribs. "Fucking painful but we did". For a minute both of them lay side by side panting as they felt the last of their adrenaline wear off. Then Emil was laughing wheezingly. "Ten years working for hydra and I've never done anything as dangerous as what we have just did".

That sent Peter laughing as well. Emil turned his head to catch the other boy grinning and staring at him. Neither knew who moved first but then they were kissing. It not romantic. They were lying in the sand surrounded by flaming wreckage and everything hurt. Emil's split lip stung and the kiss tasted of blood and sand. But as their lips moved in slow synchronisation, he thought that it was the best kiss he'd ever had.

When they pulled away, Emil smiled. "We should have done that sooner".

Peter groaned but smiled back. "Agreed". And he leant in for another one.

Somehow a while later, they both rose and managed to tidy up the crates and waited for Happy to arrive. They watched as the Stark employees swarmed over the sand only to find Toomes tied up with a pile of neatly stacked crates and a signed note from Boo and Spider-Man.

"Found flying vulture guy"- your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

"Maybe listen to us next time"- Boo!

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