-Peter's POV-

I swung through the city, looking around to see anything alarming.

I saw Mr Stark in a clearing, about to get pummeled by an alien thingy.

I jumped in front of it's hammer...or whatever it was, so he didn't hit Mr Stark.

"Hey man! What's up Mr Stark?" I said, holding off the bad guy, and Mr Stark was on the ground behind me.

"Kid. Where'd you come from?" He responded.

"Field trip-" I started, but I was cut off by being thrown cross the grass and over to the fountain.

I landed with an 'oof', and stood up getting my web shooters ready.

"Uh, what is this guy's problem Mr Stark?"

"He's from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard," He said, as he continued to fight the alien. "Peter, where's Y/N?"

"Um, she should be here."

"Was she on the bus?" Mr Stark grunted, as he punched the thing.

I ran up, kicking him in the chest.

"Yeah, she's coming."

"Kid, that's the wizard, get on it," Mr Stark called, as a man wrapped in a red cloak flew by.

"On it!" I yelled, and I swung up and started to chase him down the streets.

Just then Squidward threw a billboard at me.

"Not cool!-" I started, expecting to get hit, but a body flew into mine, pushing me out of the way. "Aye-Y/N?"

"Come on!" Y/N called to me, running out of the alleyway we crashed in to.

I shot another web up to a building, and followed behind her.

I managed to get close enough to reach the wizard, so I grabbed onto him, using my web shooters.

-Your POV-

"Pete! catch me!" I yelled, and I ran to a car, jumped on it, and Peter grabbed my hand, just as the lamp post he was holding onto ripped from the ground.

We were both pulled up, into the beam of blue light.

"Mr Stark? We're being beamed up!" Peter said into the comms, as he was now holding me by my waist.

"Hang on, kid. Y/N, you there?"

"I'm here," I said, just as we landed on the side of the ship.

"Give me a little juice, FRIDAY," dad said to his AI, and rocketed upwards. "Unlock 17-A."

I looked over to Peter, and he was facing me, the whites on his mask growing wide.

"Pete, Y/N, you gotta let go, I'm gonna catch you."

"But you said save the wizard!" Peter argued, ripping off his mask. "I can't breathe," He gasped.

I was starting to find it harder and harder to breathe too, while we got higher up.

I took off my mask too, letting it fall down, towards the ground.

"Y/N, Y/N, come on, stay with me," Peter said to me, grabbing my hand.

"Let go! You're too high up, you're running out of air."

"That makes sense," I laughed, feeling lightheaded.

"Peter, Peter no!" I semi-yelled, as he fell backwards. "No..."

My eyes got heavy, and I let go of the metal on the ship.

I started free falling, until something hit my back.

It's cold, and felt like metal.

It collapsed itself all over my body, closing into a helmet at the top.

I landed on the bottom of the ship, next to Peter, who had a new suit on.

"Mr Stark, it smells like a new car in here!" He exclaimed.

"Happy trails kids. FRIDAY, send them home," My dad said, landing in front of us.

"Oh come on-" Peter yelled, frustrated, as parachutes from the back of both of our suits, sending us behind the ship.

But Peter grabbed on to a part of it, and shot a web to bring me on with him. 

We got inside of an airlock, just as the doors started closing.

"We should've stayed on the bus," I sighed. The helmet on my suit retracted, so I pulled my hair out of it.

Peter's mask did the same, and he ran towards me, throwing his arms around me.

"Jesus, that was scary," he breathed into my hair, running his fingers through it.

"Yeah. You ok?" I closed my eyes, hugging him back.

"You're ok, so I am. I love you."

"I love you too," I whispered. "What are we going to do? This is some serious shit," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"For now, let's find your dad. Hopefully he won't kill us."

"Oh, he will. Nice suit, by the way."

"You too."

I looked down, to see the new suit that I'm assuming, my dad made.

(A/N): Imagine something like The Wasp's suit,,,and a mix of iron.

"We should go find your dad."

"Mhm," I nodded.

Peter dipped his head down, pecking me on the lips gently. 

I stayed on the ground, and Peter climbed up to the ceiling, crawling across.

I saw my dad around the corner, looking down onto the lower level.

A red cloak tapped him on the shoulder, and he pointed his hand at it, ready to shoot.

"Wow, you're a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren't you?"

"Yeah, uh, speaking of loyalty," Peter chuckled, standing upside down on the ceiling.

"What the..." My dad said, pointing a finger at Peter.

"I know what you're gonna say," I said, coming from around the corner, scratching my head.

"You two should not be here."

"We were gonna go home," Peter defended.

"I don't want to hear it."

"But it was such a long way down and I just thought about you on the way-"

"And now I gotta hear it," dad rolled his eyes.

"And kinda got stuck to the side of the ship. And this suit is ridiculously intuitive, by the way.

"God damnit."

"So, if anything, it's kinda your fault I'm here," Pete shrugged.

"Ohhhh, shit," I mumbled.

"What did you just say?"

"I take that back," He nodded. "And now, we're here in space."

"Yeah. Right where I didn't want you guys to be."

"This isn't Coney Island. This isn't a field trip. This is a one-way ticket. You hear me? Don't pretend you thought this through."

"No, we did think this through," I joined in.

"You could not have possibly thought this through."

"You can't be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, if there's no neighborhood. Ok, that didn't really make sense, but you know what I'm trying to say."

"Come on," dad waved us over. "We got a situation. See him down there? He's in trouble. What's your plan?"

"Um...ok, ok, uh...ok," Peter thought, analyzing what was happening below us. "Did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?"