It took a few minutes of careful shifting before Tate and Peter managed to move the walkway enough so that Peter could let go without crushing himself. "You okay?" Tate asked as Peter shook out his arms.

"Yeah. You?"

"A few bruises and battered pride", Tate replied. Gestured towards the airplane hangers where the rest of the fighting was taking place. "Come on". Peter held out a hand and Tate eyed it. "What".

"It's quicker", Peter replied. Before Tate could argue the boy wrapped a arm round under his shoulders and was pulling him up into the air. Tate didn't have time to scream before they were swinging across the airport. It was like being on a rollercoaster. The dropping of the stomach as you fell then the swoop of adrenaline as you soared upwards. Tate inwardly marvelled at how easily Peter balanced their combined weight, hitting the right amount of momentum on each swing.

"That's terrifying", Tate gasped as they landed safely on the ground.

"Pay back for the piggy back ride", Peter chuckled. Tate flipped him the bird. He would have said more but a series of yells down the comms made them both jump. They turned towards the fight and jerked in surprise. "Holy shit!"

"Okay so the small guy is big now", Rhodey commented nervously in their ears. Tate blinked. The man with antenna on his helmet who could shrink, was now the size of a office building. He had a hand gripped on Rhodes' leg. The jets on his suit straining to get free.

"Fucking hell", Tate muttered as the giant swung his hand and threw him through the air.

"I've got him!" Peter called. The boy jumping up and webbing a line to Rhodes' suit. For a minute he was dragged along but Peter managed to latch onto a truck and stop Rhodes' momentum. Rhodey twisted in the air and hovered.

"Thanks kid".

"Okay", Tony voiced down the comms as he evaded a exploding airplane. "Anyone on our team hiding any shocking and fantastical abilities they'd like to disclose. I'm open to suggestions".

"Sorry dad", Tate replied. The wheels on his feet folded out. He skated in a wide circle around the giant man. Above him Peter was swinging from his arms like the spider he was. Rhodes flying around and occasionally pelting him with missiles. Beneath the giant's feet, T'Challa and Clint were engaged in a vicious brawl. Tate sped past, pushing Clint heavily as he passed. The man stumbled and T'Challa knocked him to the floor.

"Made you look!" Tate crowed. Clint glared at him as he sped away.

Unfortunately the little shove got Wanda's attention. Tate yelped as a red glow surrounded him. "I've had experience with fast boys", she snarled, very obviously pissed off by the whole fight. She jerked her hands and Tate was thrown against a pile of crates. The impact knocked the breath out of him and he crumpled to the ground.

"Hey Tate", Tony's voice echoed through the comms. Tate could just about see his red suit in the distance as he weaved in a complicated dog fight with Wilson. "You okay".

"Yeah", Tate groaned once he got his breath back. "Just having a breather". Around him came through sounds of explosions. The giant guy was yelling and swatting at Pater.

"Hey Guys!" Peter shouted as he avoided a massive hand. "You know that really old movie Empire strikes back?"

"Amazing movie", Tate wheezed as he pushed himself to his feet.

"Jesus Tony how old is this kid?" Rhodes grumbled.

"I don't know. I didn't carbon date him. He's on the young side".

"You're just old", Tate retorted. He began skating in blurring circles round the giant guy's legs. "Hey Peter! Pass me a web!" As he swung above him, Peter shot out a web. Tate caught the end as Peter connected the other side to the giant's knee.

"You go clockwise!" Peter yelled. Tate listened and began skating in clockwise circles round the giant. The circles becoming rapidly smaller as he wound the web around his legs. Peter was swinging around in the opposite way over his head.

"I think the kids are on to something", Rhodes commented. "Tony go up!" The giant stumbled as Tate and Peter tied his legs together. Rhodes and Tony flew up and smacked against his helmet. The impact sending the giant man stumbling back to the ground.

"That was awesome!" Peter crowed. In his moment of distraction the giant's arm caught him and he went flying. Tate watched as he hit a stack of crates, breaking through the wood and skidding across the ground like a stone. Tate sped after him, falling to his knees at his side.

"Yo Pete. You okay?" Peter groaned as Tate helped him sit up. The impact had pushed his mask half up and his one visible eye blinked at Tate in slight confusion. "Friday, scan for injuries". The screen on his helmet turned blue as Friday scanned Peter's form.

"Two fractured ribs and multiple bruises. Possibility of slight concussion", Friday's robotic voice replied. Tate breathed a sigh of relief. At lest it was nothing too major. With Peter's metabolism, he should heal up pretty well on his own.

There was a clang as Tony landed at their side. His helmet lifted up and Tate was greeted with his father's face. "You guys alright?"

"Hey man", Peter wheezed. "That was scary".

"We're cool dad", Tate nodded. "Just battered".

Tony sighed. "You're both done alright. Good job but stay down now".

"What?" Peter's voice was half slurred from the concussion. "I've got to get him back".

"Steady down or I'll call aunt May!" Tony threatened. Peter visibly deflated at the mention of his aunt. "Tate keep an eye on him". Tony ordered as the helmet reformed. Tate nodded and watched as his father flew away.

"Come on Peter", Tate huffed as he pulled Peter's arm over his shoulders. "Let's get you treated".

"Yeah. Okay I'm done", Peter huffed as he leaned heavily on Tate. Together they began limping away from the fight and towards where Tate knew the ambulances were waiting with Happy. In his ear he could still hear everyone's voices through the comms. On his order hall his screen was covered with camera feeds of the others. Steve and Barnes had made it to the quinjet and were attempting to escape. Tony and Rhodes were giving chase. Wilson on their tail in a bid to stop them. Nat and T'Challa were arguing. Clint and the giant guy were out. Wanda cradled in Vision's arms.

"Vision", Rhodes called. "Target Falcon's thrusters. Turn him into a glider". Tate watched on screen as Vision looked up and fired a yellow burst at Wilson. It missed, Wilson having seen it coming and dropped out of the way.

"Shit!" Tate cursed as the beam hit Rhodes instead. It burst the arc reactor in the chest of his suit, shortening all power. He dropped like a stone.

"Rhodey!" Tony dived after him, Wilson following.

Tate looked at the cameras, then turned and looked at the distance between himself and the small silver pin prick in the sky. His brain whirled. "Sorry Pete!" He called as he dropped Peter unceremoniously to the ground. The boy barely had tie to yell in surprise before Tate was rapidly skating away. His legs burned with exertion as he rapidly built up speed. Thirty miles an hour, fifty, seventy, one hundred, a hundred and fifty, two hundred.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, Tate collided with Rhodes. The speed at which Tate was travelling allowing him to catch Rhodes mid fall. Unfortunately there was the issue of weight. Rhodes, a full grown man in a heavy metal suit, hitting a skinny fifteen year old boy. The momentum of Tate's speed carried them forwards for quite a distance before they collapsed into a painful jumbled of limbs. The two of them rolling and skipping across the grass for a good two hundred yards before they fell still.

"Tate!" Tony's voice was desperate as he landed at his Son's side. Wilson landed behind him, checking on Rhodes.

"Fuck", Rhodey moaned as Wilson pulled his helmet visor off. He blinked at them, conscious and alive.

"Tate?" Tony gently pressed a button on the side of Tate's helmet. The metal disassembled and fell away. Tony cradled his son's head gently in his hands. Tate's nose was bleeding but he blinked up at his father hazily.

"Dad", his voice was soft. "Is Rhodey alright?"

"Extremely battered!" Rhodes called out from where he was lying. "Everything hurts but I'm fine kid!"

Tate closed his eyes, passing out. "Friday. Update", Tony ordered, taking care not to jostle the boy too much.

"Heavy damage to lower legs sir", Friday responded. "Multiples breaks and internal bruising to the abdomen. Ambulances are on their way". Tony buried his hands in his son's hair and let out a choked breath.

In the distance a siren wailed.

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