Once both Peter and Tate were suited up, Happy escorted them down to the car park. Both boys wearing huge hoodies over their suits. Luckily the street was unusually quiet, probably Stark security somewhere. A plain black shiny vehicle was waiting in front of the hotel and they all got inside. Peter and Tate animatedly discussing each other's super suits the whole journey.

Peter's fit really well. Tate was pleased at how cool it looked on the other boy. Surprisingly red and blue didn't clash as much as he had thought. The black web pattern riding everything together smoothly and emphasising the curve of Peter's body. Tate spent most of the drive quizzing him on how he felt in it. How warm was he? Was it chafing? Could he move easily? Were the goggles effective? Eventually Peter had laughed and turned the focus on to Tate's suit.

Tate was pleased with his suit too. The boots, which were his favourite part, reach fully up to his knees. The silver and red design mixing well. The body suit underneath was skin tight for aerodynamics and movement. As soon as he had put it on, parts of the material had hardened into metal pads on his elbows, each side of his hips, and his knees. Obviously Tony had noticed that those were the places where Tate fell on the most. The gauntlets covered his wrist and fingers. After careful prodding, Tate found that they could shoot concentrated laser bursts just like the Iron Man suit. The thought made him bubble in excitement.

Happy dropped them off at the entrance to a airport. Everything was silent and still. The huge glass buildings and towering levels of concrete car parks empty and hollow. Peter and Tate pulled off their hoodies and left them both on the back seat. As they got out, Tate stuck his head back inside. "Keep all ambulances and medical care on alert", he ordered. "I'm sure dad has already said but I would rather not want this to turn nasty".

"Got it kid. See you later". Happy waved and the car pulled away.

Tate turned to face the grey area, eyes narrowed nervously. The wind was light and it tugged slightly on hair. "Have you got your comm?" He asked. Peter jerked, but nodded. He pointed to the white dot in his ear. "Turn it on".

Tony's voice echoed through as both boy's commas sparked to life. "Hello boys. Come meet the team. We're on the runway".

Tate grinned and pulled on his helmet. Once it was on properly, the thing tightened securely round his neck and skull. Blue holoscreens danced in his vision as Friday's welcoming voice sounded. "Let's try this out huh?" Tate muttered under his breath. "Friday, wheels on". On the bottom of his feet, wheels folded out. Two sets of four down the sound of each foot. The wheels themselves were smaller than the ones on Tate's rollerblades at home. They were thinner, living up to the name roller blades.

Tate beamed under the helmet. Next to him, Peter had also pulled on his mask. The bug eyes large against his head. "Want a lift?" Tate offered. "Let's see how fast I can go".

Peter gave the wheels a nervous glance. "Um how?"

"I'll give you a piggy back of course. Come on Pete".

Peter huffed but walked over. He hopped up and Tate caught each of his legs under his arms. Peter was slightly heavier than he expected and both of them grunted with the effort. Peter wrapped his arms around Tate's neck. "Is this safe?"

Tate shrugged. "Probably not. Let's go".

He began skating. One foot in front of the other until he had a rhythm set up. It took a little while to adjust to Peter's additional weight, but soon enough he was building up speed. Peter gave a little gasp behind him as he began to go faster. A little number on his holoscreen showed his speed. Five miles per hour, ten miles per hour, fifteen. Tate could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Stairs! Stairs!" Peter gasped as they rapidly approached the end of the path way. The path followed the main building round then stairs lowered down a small level to the run way below. Tate sped up. The boots adding power to the wheels as they blurred along.

"Shit! Tate! Stairs!" Peter clung closer to Tate's back, legs wrapping round his waist. As Tate's wheels reached the edge of the first stair, Tate jumped.

For a breathless half a second, they were air born. Peter barely had time to scream as Tate flipped them over in a somersault. The concrete stairs flashing below their heads. Then they were the right way up and Tate was landing smoothly on his feet with barely a grunt. The pair speeding off down the runway.

Peter rested his head on Tate's shoulder in relief. "I think that was the scariest shit I have ever done", he breathed.

Tate laughed, the sound echoing through his helmet as he turned a corner. Across the airport complex, the red and gold suit of Ironman became visible. "You swing around the city, crawl up buildings and jump off of roofs on the regular. And that was the scariest shit you've ever done?"

"It's different when you're being carried", Peter grumbled, audibly pouting.

Tate laughed again as he slowed to a stop next to his father. Peter bounced from his back, stumbling slightly on shaky legs. Adrenaline from his stairs scare still in his system. The wheels on Tate's feet folded back up and the visor of his helmet raised. Tate grinned at his dad, cheeks flushed with joy.

"Ah, hello boys. Like the new suits?" Tony greeted. He was facing a semi circle group. They consisted of Natasha, Rhodes, both of which Tate was friend with. Rhodey was basically a uncle to him, while Natasha had taught him hand to hand combat on several occasions. Between them was a dark skinned regal looking man in a black cat suit. He had the helmet tucked under his arm but there was no mistaking the cat ears. Or the claws on his fingers. Next to cat man, a brightly coloured humanoid person with a gold stone in the middle of his face stood. He had a red face, dark blue body and a gold cloak. Tate couldn't tell it the whole thing was a really colourful suit, or that was just his skin. Whatever it was, it was weird.

Tate greeted them with a smile and mock salute. Natasha smiled slightly back as Rhodey chuckled. "Hi".

"Oh my god", Peter squeaked next to him. The bug boy was looking more sure on his feet now. "You're all so cool. Big fan. Huge fan. Hi! I'm Spider-Man".

Rhodey 's grin widened. "Hi Spider-Man". Peter practically died. Tate elbowed him in the ribs to get him to shut up.

Tony coughed pointedly and they all turned their attention back to him. "Right. This is Spider-Man. And this is my son Tate. Most of you know him. Have you chosen a name yet?"

Tate blinked. "Uh, I don't know? Haven't really given a name much thought".

"Oo! Oo!" Peter perked up. "What about spirit? Silver? Silver Spirit?"

Tate shrugged and Tony sighed. "Okay. On comms he's Spirit. Boys, this is war machine. Or Rhodey if you want". Rhodes saluted them, mimicking the one Tate did earlier.

"That's black widow, or Nat". Natasha nodded.

"The red faced guy is vision. And no, he's not blushing". Vision smiled at them politely.

"And cat dude is T'Challa, king of Wakanda. Ignore his grumpy expression. His dad died the other day". T'Challa places his helmet on the ground and preformed a weird salute to them. He crossed both arms over his chest and tapped his fists against his shoulder. Tate copied it and the ghost of a smile made it's way across the mans' face.

Tony clapped his hands. Face looking tired and the purple bruise under his eye standing out in full glory. "Okay folks. This is the plan. We aim to subdue them, not kill. They may have chosen a different path but they are out friends. Unless they use deadly force, we aim to capture. Got it? Cool. Spidey, Tate, you both need to try and keep out of the action as much as possible. Spidey, web them up and try and keep your distance. Tate. You managed comms and keep and eye on the situation. If either of you go up against Barnes or Rogers, bring them to us. Okay?"

Peter and Tate nodded. Tony appeared satisfied.

If either of them do go for you, aim for Roger's legs. Steve believes what he is doing is right. And that makes him dangerous. The jet is in hanger six. Our aim is not to let them get there".

Tony gave them all a assessing look. Tate and Rhodes pulled down their visors. T'Challa fitted on his helmet, his suit forming to absorb the structure seamlessly. Natasha and Vision both nodded. Vision raising a few inches up in the air. Tony sighed.

"Vision. You're the big guns. Don't come until Tate has given you the word. Peter. When I give the signal, On the roose, flip in and do something distracting. Steal Cap's shield or something. Think you could do that? Okay. Nat and I will be going in first to reason with them. Tate, hang back and try to stay safe".

Tate nodded and Tony huffed, visibly steeling himself. The iron man visor came down, obscuring his face from view.

"Let's go and knock some sense into them".

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