Previously:

Peter went on a quick patrol before bed, luckily most people listened to advice and stayed indoors but there was still a few people out including some criminals. He took care of it all without a problem, and with the aid of his guy in the chair. He then went home, screwed around on the Avengers official social media account as well as his Spidey one (and his personal one), before going to bed early for once in his life. (Early being after midnight ofc)

Refer to the last chapter for Hiccup's recollection of the recent events

This is the chapter where shit. officially. goes. down!!!

Now:

I'm in the shared living room with most of the Avengers. We came back up from training and all freshened up not too long ago. So now all we're really doing is waiting to hear back from Steve and Bucky— who had went out to patrol after Natasha came back.

We're all scattered around in various and increasingly weird places as boredom takes over— for example, I'm hanging from the ceiling by a web and seeing how many poses I can pull off before it gets too weird, Natasha is sitting on the table and giving zero shits, Yelena is draped dramatically over the back of the couch and talking about Natasha's 'posing', Mr Stark is reclined and complaining about his various headaches, Kate is sprawled on the floor with arrows laying forgotten next to her, Sam and Clint are currently playing Mario cart, Dr Banner is drinking tea as he reads over a research paper of some kind. Wanda and Vision are in the kitchen trying to make self saucing pudding—but they keep doing cute couple things and it's taking them like twice as long. It's not a weird activity like the rest of us, although I saw Vision stick his head inside the (on!) oven a few times.

Oh, and Hiccup and his dragon are just sitting to the side looking at his notebook in silence. Mr Wilson told us what had happened this morning. I know how he feels, nightmares are not fun. I hope he's feeling better, he's really quiet...but he seems quite reserved as a person anyway, so it's hard to tell.

"How many flips do you think I could do consecutively before I throw up, Mr Stark?" I ask, breaking the almost silence of the room. "Cause I never really feel sick swinging around or hanging upside down, like now. I'm not sure if I even can get motion sick anymore. We should test that theory."

"Why would you willingly want to get sick?" Kate asks from the floor. I shrug, currently hanging by my feet.

"So I can know the limit. Say, if it's two hundred flips then I know I can probably do one hundred and ninety something before anything too bad happens." I respond, then pause as I switch positions to still hang upside down, except now I'm holding on with just one hand. It's starting to resemble those people who do the cool things on those long strips of fabric that hang from the ceilings. I forgot what they're called. "I've always wanted to do a flip off the tallest building, but why do just one if I could do heaps?! I'm sure the public would love it." Ned and I have talked about flipping off it before, we think it would be so cool.

"Why bother testing the limit before hand?" Yelena points out. "You should just see what happens!"

"You won't die. Probably." Natasha contributes without looking up.

"Whoa, You are SO smart!" I exclaim gleefully, letting go and just hanging by my feet. "I should—"

"Absolutely not!" Mr Stark snaps at me. "Do you WANT to break your neck?"

"You're such a dad," I groan, rolling my head back in exasperation.

"BREAKING NEWS,"

I scream in surprise and drop down from the web as one of the monitors turns on. I land on my back, luckily it doesn't really hurt but my heart is pumping dramatically from the jump scare. I look over at the tv, seeing a reporter talking to the camera in a studio. FRIDAY turns the volume down per Mr Starks request and we listen in silence to the news while I try to regain my soul and dignity. "Two storms have surfaced, one in Brooklyn and one in Manhattan. They appear to be more severe than the previous storms and public health officials advise—"
"Mute." Mr Stark directs then turns to us all. "Alright, let's see where Cap is."

"Call connected." FRIDAY informs.
"Stark." Cap greets. I can faintly hear rain from his end, which means he's probably close to one of the storms.
"Are you anywhere near Manhattan or Brooklyn?"

"We're not far from Brooklyn. This regarding the storm that's developing overhead?"

"No shit."

"Right. We're heading there now, we'll update you what we find. Be prepared, just in case." The sound of a motorbike starting can be heard. "Over and out."

"You don't really need to say— never mind." Mr Stark sighs and hangs up. Everyone makes the collective decision do go put on our gear, so we all find ourselves dispersing from the room. I head to my room to restock on web fluid and have FRIDAY run a performance check on my suit, which wouldn't have taken too long if I hadn't paused to finish off some homework. Which I'll admit is poor timing... but I really need to do it, and I know FRIDAY would tell me if anything was wrong.

After about ten minutes of essay writing I head back down to the living room to find everyone there. "Have we heard back from Cap and Mr Barnes?" I ask, standing in the doorway. I'd hate to think they were waiting for me.

"Nothing yet," Sam responds. I nod.

"Maybe we should call all the nursing homes in the area," Mr Stark smirks. "They might've gone down for a nap."

"They're not even answering calls." Dr Bruce adds.

"Can't believe they're ghosting us," Yelena scoffs, "and to think I was kind of excited to fight with all you posers."

"Maybe the storm took out the signal?" I suggest.

"That would make sense, but the Brooklyn storm ended five minutes ago." Clint informs me.

"Oh." I frown, rubbing my mask's chin to reinforce the idea of thinking. I hope they haven't gotten into trouble.

Some time passes as we all wait anxiously for word, for news, but we don't hear back from Steve or Bucky. Even the news channels aren't doing much, only talking about a dog driving a car. Sure, it's cute and cool... but aren't there more pressing matters? I tap my fingers on my leg nervously, hoping to hear back from them soon because I don't think I can take the anticipation.

"It's been half an hour," Dr Bruce sighs, crossing his arms and shuffling his weight anxiously, "they should've called, right?"

"They're old, they probably forgot how to use a phone." Kate jokes, trying to ease the tension.

I open my mouth to add to the joke— I always try to help ease tension, after all— but something stops me. I frown, the conversation fading away as the sensation increases. My spider sense, my Peter tingle, my "shits bout to go down" sensation.

"—and he still uses the flip phone even though..." Mr Stark is saying, but he trails off when I stand abruptly. I look around the room, trying to pinpoint the cause. I guess the others have caught on from seeing my tense form, as Natasha speaks up cautiously, but I cut her off as the feeling intensifies.

"Is everything—?"

"Guys—"

Suddenly, there's a huge flash of white light, which makes more than a few of us scream. The room goes dark as thunder rumbles overhead, before the lights come back on revealing several of us more than surprised. And to top it off, it's all of a sudden hammering down with rain. Pun unintended.

"I don't think that's Thor..." Wanda mutters, stating the obvious. If people weren't already standing, they are now. But I barely notice, because my sight has gone to the windows. Something is moving outside, coming closer and closer. I squint, confused. What could it be?

And then it slams into the window, really hard—it would probably shatter if it weren't a sky scraper window— before crashing to the ground way down below.

"Was that..." I hesitate. I'd seen the news, I'd seen the footage more than once, and sat through lectures and briefings. The room is dead silent, I can hear all of our racing hearts. But one is racing particularly fast. I glance at her.

"An Ultron." Wanda scowls.

Yeah but why was it purple? And oozing black goop?

'But...how?" Dr Bruce splutters. I'm right there with him, to be honest. I thought the Avengers took care of Ultron? I look around the room in disbelief.

"I don't know," Mr Stark frowns.

"Didn't we... stop him?" Sam asks.

"Yes," Mr Stark scowls.

"Then how is he—"

"I don't know!" Mr Stark waves his arms in exasperation. "I don't have the answers to every—"

"There's more of them," Kate interrupts, and I follow her gaze to see, yes, more of them. A lot more. Like a whole swarm. What would you call a robot swarm?... I don't have a punch line, I'm genuinely curious.

An alarm starts blaring, which isn't great for my hearing but it's not loud loud. Just loud.

"An attack on New York has been initiated by foreign beings, several pedestrians in danger of being collateral." Friday informs us.

"Yeah, we know." Mr Stark grunts. "Try to get in contact with Rogers, in the meantime we'll move to the meeting room and regroup."
"Attempting to call," Friday confirms.

May. I need to be sure she's safe. "I'll meet you guys there, I-I have to make sure May's safe." I explain to him. He barely nods, already walking towards the elevator. Is that safe? Should he be using that in a storm?

I head towards the stairs, opening the door then climbing onto the wall and making my way all the way up to the penthouse because it's quicker than taking the stairs like a normal person.

"May," I call as soon as I step onto the floor. "May!"

"Pe— I'm here, Spider-Man." Well props to her for covering her mistake, but I'm alone so it doesn't matter. I make my way to the guest bedroom as she steps out. "It's not looking great out there."

"May, you—" I pull my mask off, showing her my worried and determined face. That's what I'm hoping to convey, anyway. I've been told (by MJ after I worried a little too overboard) I look constipated when I'm worried. "I-I need you to go with Pepper, I can't go out there knowing you're potentially a sitting duck." I tell her, knowing that Pepper would be heading to safety because she has enough brain cells to avoid danger. She's great like that.

"Miss Potts and Happy are waiting for you in the private elevator," FRIDAY confirms, "they will take you to the reinforced bunker."

"Of course," May assures me, smiling in an effort to comfort me. "Yeah, yeah I'll go right now."

"Thank you, I just," I breathe in relief and start jogging her to the elevator, which opens as we near it—revealing Pepper and Happy on seperate phone calls. "Okay, well you go with them, I'll, uh, I'll see you later." I tell May. She steps into the elevator.

"Be safe," she warns me. "I don't want you coming back to me with broken bones."

"I will, I promise!" I assure her. It probably wouldn't be great to tell her that I won't be safe and will most definitely be in danger. The elevator door closes and no later do I take off back down the stairs.

"Good, there you are!" Mr Stark snaps his fingers at me as I run into the meeting room. Everyone (but Steve and Bucky of course, i guess they're still MIA, and there's still no Thor or Loki) is here, going through their supplies to ensure they have everything. I join in, checking my web shooters are in working order and running an analysis on the suits systems.

"There's more than just robots," Kate has the decency to inform me. "There's weird alien creatures too. They look gross."

I glance out the window, seeing a few hundred dull green creatures amongst the robots, they look bony, have one or three heads and have at least four legs— some have wings, too.

Kate's right. They're gross. "Ew. You can see their spines." I mutter.

"Has Captain America gotten back to us?" I ask, now checking my web fluids.

"No, not yet..." Dr Banner responds, glancing out the window nervously. "We-we can't track them, either. Storms must have took out the signals."

"We can't afford to wait around," Wanda exclaims, barely holding back her impatience and apparent hatred to the Ultrons. "The captain will have to catch up outside."

"She's right," Vision agrees thoughtfully, "We're wasting time." Yelena and Clint start passing out intercoms to everyone, though I pass because I have one built into my mask. Clint shrugs and pockets the extra one, claiming it as a spare.

"Can we do anything?" A nervous voice asks. We all turn to see Hiccup and his dragon standing there. I guess I forgot about him, with everything that has happened.

"No," Mr Stark responds bluntly, activating his suit. His following sentence is muffled by the armour. "The best thing you can do is not get in the way." He walks past Hiccup and out of the room.

"Ookaay then..." Hiccup responds, awkwardly rubbing his neck. We all follow Mr Stark out of the room, but I give Hiccup a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as I pass because I've been there and know how he feels.

Outside, we all gather by the large sliding door that opens up to, for a lack of better word, a launchpad. Just as Friday opens the door, a glowing orange portal appears and Dr Strange steps out.

"Do you know what's going on?" Sam asks, getting right to the point.

"Yeah," Dr Strange responds, considerably breathless. "They're— they're from across the multiverse, like I thought. The earlier storms must have been failed attempts to— to get them here."
"And these ones succeeded," Natasha observes. "Which means there could be even more." More?! No thanks. I'm good.

"So... they're not our resurrected Ultrons," Mr Stark remarks. "Good, can't blame me this time!"

"Tony no one was—" Dr Banner begins but Mr Stark cuts him off.

"You were all thinking it."

The room is silent, I look around to see who's denying it, but most of the original Avengers—except Natasha, she's unreadably looking at Tony— are looking anywhere but Tony. I frown, finding it hard to believe that they'd think that lowly of Mr Stark. So I step forward.

I raise my hand timidly. "I'd just like to say that I wasn't!"

"Can we get back to the conversation?" Dr Strange snaps. "You can blame each other later."

Mr Stark roles his eyes. Not that I can see, I just get the general ✨vibe ✨.

"Game plan?" Natasha prompts.

"Best we can do is fight them, kill them. Any means necessary. They shouldn't be here, it's going to throw our universe off-balance, could tear parts of the multiverse apart. Wong and I are trying to find a way to make a— make a multiversal portal but we don't have a lot to go off,"

"But wouldn't them being retuned to their worlds dead just make it worse?" I ask. "Throw the universe further off balance?" It's still so crazy to me that the multiverse is real.

"I'm not one hundred percent certain, but I think they'll be resurrected when they return to their universes." He pauses, then shrugs as he starts making another portal. It appears to be to the battle. "Maybe."

"Something tells me that 'maybe' isn't very confident." Mr Stark observes, his helmet retracting. He has a point. Should we risk killing and destroying them if it won't help?

"Something tells me— you know what? We don't have time. Let's go." Dr Strange huffs. Everyone agrees, and we split up. Those who can't fly (Clint, Yelena, Natasha, Kate, Bruce—who's not yet the Hulk, he'll transform outside) go with Dr Strange and those who can (Sam, Mr Stark, Wanda, Vision) go to the launchpad. I gather there, too, knowing I can swing down because I'm Spider-man and that's what I do. I bounce up and down on the spot, psyching myself up in anticipation.

"Alright," Mr Stark's helmet comes down. "Let's do this shit."

Heeere we gooooo! That was a longish chapter, Hope you enjoyed. I'd only recently rewatched Age of Ultron as I wrote this so It'd been on my mind lol, which is why I incorporated some into this chapter— although I already planned for Ultron bots cause I'm smart like that. Also it's surprisingly hard to keep track of everyone, sometimes I have to read back to see who was where last.

Okay, bye!