Kill me if you want (don't actually) but hey this is what my head does 40\8. Yes, 40 hours in one day (LiNg lInG 40 hOuRs) and 8 days a week (EIGHT DAYS A WEEK- its a lit song ok)

SO yah

Blerble

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Screams echoed down the remains of the school hall as Peter dragged Ned and Mj out of the rubble.

"Peter! You gotta do something!"

Peter's eyes darted to the dusty sky, watching for any incoming missiles. The Chitauri swarmed overhead, attacking anything in their paths.

"I can't! I don't have my suit and my web-shooters are jammed!"

"Seriously!?" MJ screamed over the racket. "Of all the days for you to be unprepared, it would be today!?"

"I can't see the future!" Peter yelp, collapsing into a ball, his hands covering his ears. Noise and chaos swarmed around him, tugging at his brainpower and energy.

Liz, Flash, Betty and Jason rushed over to the group.

"What's happening!?" A panicked strain laced Flash's voice, his rivalry with Peter forgotten in the fear.

Peter pulled himself to his feet, tuning out the constant alarm in the back of his mind. "Over there, the ledge in the rubble, go!"

They crouched in, hearts hammering against ribcages in terror and fear. The ground trembled, sending tremors through the air in loud explosions. Despite the lack of energy, Peter kept an ear out for anything nearby.

"We'll be fine," Betty said breathlessly. "The Avengers will save us. Right?"

Through a gap in the concrete, it was clear that the world's mightiest heroes were failing. Clint was trying desperately to collect arrows, but was nearly pounded to dust before Natasha took the brunt. Clint stopped and moved her unconscious body somewhere safer and attended to her. Thor was going head to head with a leviathan, smashing Mjolnir through the snaking body. The god swerved an attack, then swung, leaving an opening for a strike. Captain America fought tooth and claw against the extra-terrestrial creatures, forced to retreat after a blast to his exposed torso. Tony tried in vain to prevent Wanda from any damage, resulting in his helmet being ripped off and him skidding across the glass-strewn road. Wanda, now exposed, was struggling to keep the snaking aliens away from herself, her team and civilians all at once.

"How are they going Peter?"

Wanda's fore field crumbled and she joined Tony, too injured to move properly. Bucky want for offence but was beaten back by an overwhelming army of the enemy.

"Not good," Peter replied.

Betty's face paled. "What are we going to do?"

MJ and Ned turned to Peter. The teenager sunk to the ground, trying to think of a way to help. His mind wandered back to an encounter he had had with his mentor.

"Pete, can I ask you something?"

Peter turned to his mentor. "Yeah?"

Tony unclipped the housing unit for his nanosuit, admiring the way the light bounced off the blue. "If anything happens and you need your suit and your web-shooters but you can't get them, and this is in reach, use this."

"But- Mr Stark, that's your suit! What if- what if you're wearing it?"

"Double tap the arc reactor. FRIDAY will let you. I'll even add an a protocol for you." The billionaire got to work, programming the protocol.

"But that's your suit."

"Kid, it's fine."

"But-"

Tony turned to his mentee. "Peter, I want you to take all of those doubts in your head and... how would you say it... yeet them out to oblivion." Strong hands rested on Peter's shoulders. "If there is anyone I would trust with this. It's you. And I'm not saying that you're going to be the next Ironman, because you're Spider-Man, I'm just providing this as a tool for you. Okay? Capisci?"

"Si, capisco." Peter smiled at Tony. "I promise I'll use it. Maybe."

The decathlon team watched as Peter rose, removing his jacket.

"I have a plan."

And this time, it didn't involve sitting next to someone on the flight.

"Ned, MJ, tell May i love her if I don't come back. And tell Mr Stark that I thank him for his time."

"Peter, you are going to come back." MJ shot him a death glare despite her panic.

"I'll try." He gave his team a mock salute before sprinting into the crossfire. The hero located his mentor quickly and checked his breathing. "Okay, he's still alive. Sorry, but... well, this is your fault." He reached for the blue diamond, retracting the suit and pulled it off the shirt. Fingers traced the metal edges as he watched the particles dance inside, rethinking his decision. No, he had to do this.

"What is he doing?" Flash asked, elbowing his way to get a better view.

Putting the unit to his chest, Peter activated the suit. Cool metal spiraled across his ribs, sending tremors through his veins as the metal crawled down his arms. Particles swarmed up his neck, forming the recognizable helmet around his face. Peter inhaled deeply. The suit felt... kinda clunky. A lot less graceful than his own, that's for sure.

Liz watched as Flash backed away from the crack. "What is it?"

Flash could only point.

"Oh my gosh," Betty said. "he's wearing Ironman's suit."

"Hello Peter."

"Hey FRIDAY. Hope you're doing well, sorry to rush but there's a bit of a problem. Can you activate the protocol Mr Stark has for this situation?"

"Activating the Iron Spider Protocol."

The display in the helmet switched, revealing a much clearer view of Peter's surroundings. The noise was noticeably quieter and bearable, enough for him to hear but not overwhelming.

"Hello Peter!"

"Karen! Okay. We need to analyze their fighting tactic."

"Shall I activate Enhanced Combat Mode?"

"Karen, no, we are not using Instant Kil-" Peter was cut off as a swarm of aliens launched for him. "Actually that might be a good idea!"

"Activating Instant Kill Mode."

Peter spun away from the oncoming hoard, trying to figure out a way to get out of the situation. "Wait... I can fly in this, can't I?" He activated the rockets and shot into the sky. he could almost hear MJ wheezing as he yelped. "TOO HIGH TOO HIGH HOW DO I IRONMAN HEEEEEEEEELP."

"Activating Autopilot." The suit hovered in the air, waiting for instructions.

"Oh." Peter panted, trying to catch his breath. "Thanks. can you too analyze their fight patterns please?"

The two AIs were silent for a split second.

"Aim for the head then-"

"The abdomen area is the best place to attack-"

"FRIDAY, the head is the best-"

"No, no, you aim for the least defended area-"

Peter growled, rolling his eyes. "Combine the two results please?"

"Fine."

"Coming right up."

The spider almost laughed at the amount of sass from the two. But he was kind of trying not to die, so not a good time.

The suit was incredibly intuitive, reacting to the slightest thought he had. FRIDAY and Karen pitched in wherever possible, despite their constant disagreements.

The iron-clad teenager studied the snaking creatures above him. "I'm going to need something strong and sharp to penetrate that..." He trailed off as he spotted the star-spangled frisbee lying in the dust. "Perfect." The shield flipped in the air as he stepped on the edge, a gauntlet reaching instinctively to grab it. Scanning the leviathan, Peter determined the weak spot and sent the pizza cutter of a weapon flying for the spot. It wedged deep into the metal, cutting off the ties and sending the monster plummeting for the ground.

"That wasn't so hard."

"There are five more behind you."

"I take that back."

The sound of metal against metal ricocheted off walls and buildings as the shield took down several more flying worms. With each alien he fought off, Peter could tell the suit was beginning to run low on power.

"The suit is running out of power."

"Nah Sherlock."

"Dr Strange is not here."

"Wh- never mind. How do I power it back up?

"A power source."

Peter through his hands in the air between blows. "WHERE!?"

Almost as though it was planned, Peter heard a low metallic hum. He whirled around and spotted the Norse hammer on the ground.

"Lightning. Duh." He scooped it up, threw it in the air and felt the lightning course through the suit.

"Suit is at 300%."

"Well would you look at that." Peter summoned the hammer, feeling the thrill of power as it landed in his palm. "Let's get to work."

The decathlon team watched in awe as their teammate soared through the air, shield in one hand and a god's weapon in the other.

"I am never messing with him again," Flash blurted.

MJ nodded approvingly. "Next, we work on apologizes."

Flash mumbled something but turned back t the fight. He couldn't help but watch in awe as the supposedly weak nerd fought like it was a natural everyday thing for him.

Peter was incredibly grateful that he fought on a natural everyday basis or else he would be pulverized spider with a side of frisbee. Every time he thought he had finished, a new fleet would attack. It was getting hard to keep up with them all, but he had to keep fighting. New York was depending on him.

The world was depending on him.

Metal boots landed with a clang, Peter breathing heavily inside. He was sporting a black eye and several other wounds, but none of that mattered.

The big hulking alien thing above him mattered though.

"Tiny human," it boomed. "I advise that you succumb to my power."

"What, and have you tell me that this entire fight was pointless and have my planet ruled by some psychotic alien? I'll pass."

"You annoy me." A massive hand reached down but Peter ducked away.

"You wanna know something? You're slow."

"He reminds me of Spider-Man," Flash whispered.

"The massive alien or the loser out there?"

"Shh!"

Peter exhaled heavily. he was exhausted. Like, about to collapse, feeling dead exhausted. "Look, I'm really tired so can we please wrap this up and go home?"

A hand knocked him out of the sky, sending him sprawling to a crash landing on the ground. peter almost didn't get up. His body was screaming at him, telling him to both move and to stay still. The hand grabbed his helmet and pulled it off viciously, crushing it with brute strength.

"They sent a child to protect them." With an unknown force, the hand, now a fist, drove through the air.

"PETER!"

The fist stopped. Peter glared from under the shield, using all of his strength to keep the monster from crushing him.

"I'm. Not. Some. Kid."

He pushed the hand off, aware that he now had no protection to his head, but aware that he was the only one to take down this intruder.

The alien looked down at the young hero in front of him. windswept locks danced in the slight breeze, covered in grime and dirt. In the middle of a black eye lay a fierce look, one of determination, courage and a little bit of anger. Despite his small size, the kid was strong.

"If you're so strong, then let us engage in battle."

The boy reached out a red and gold hand, summoning Mjolnir without tearing his eyes from his foe's. "Try me."

In a swirl of titanium alloy and lightning against a metal triple-edged sword, a battle emerged, one on one, mortal human against a powerful being. Peter often found himself on defense, his limbs moving instinctively to protect him from blows. He kept up his stamina, adrenaline flowing through his body like blood. At long last, he got a hit. The alien monster was struck by a fierce bolt of lightning.

Peter dropped to the ground, watching as his defeated opponent crumpled. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "But I had to. For my planet, my people. I hope you understand."

The alien turned his eyes to Peter. "You are strong, human. i give you credit."

Peter bowed his head respectfully and stepped back. The adrenaline stopped and everything flooded to his brain. The sirens, the people, the dust in his throat, clumping on his skin. And the soft sound of clapping from someone.

"GIVE IT UP FOR THE KID!"

Applause and cheers erupted all around him as people celebrated the victory. A laugh of relief escaped the hero's lips as he looked down at his attire.

"Captain Iron Lightning. Nice."

"PETER!" MJ laughed with shock as she nearly bowled her friend over. "You need to sort out that eye of yours."

"It'll heal."

"Well Parker, that was... impressive."

"Thanks Flash." Peter shook hands with his former enemy before turning to the soft groans of his mentor.

"Mr Stark! Tony! Oh my gosh dad you are never gonna believe what just happened! Okay, so I put on the suit, like you asked me to, activated the protocol, nice name by the way, then i started taking down the alien dudes, then I used Cap's shield to destroy the weird snakes, then the suit was running low on power so i was like "why don't I use Thor's hammer" so I did and it work and then there was this really big guy and he nearly crushed me but then I fought him and won- what is this- oh this is nice." Peter leant into the hug his mentor gave him, relaxing.

"First up, you will repeat that slowly later. Second, you look really good with that suit on-"

"Thanks-"

"-Thirdly, did you call me dad? And finally, HOW ARE YOU LIFTING THAT HAMMER!?"

"... I pulled it off the ground?"

"No no, only those who are worthy to rule Asgard can lift the hammer of Thor or something.

"Oh. OH. OH WOW." Peter blinked and turned to the god who had just regained consciousness. "Is that true?"

"Look Stark! Your son is worthy!" Thor patted peter on the shoulder.

"I'm not even going to argue with that statement." Tony placed an arm around his son's shoulders. "Let's get you and the team cleaned up and then we'll go out for shawarma."

"Sounds like a plan. I'm starving."

"THREE CHEERS FOR PETER PARKER!"

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Lol don't murder me byeeeeeeeeeeee

Imma actually sleep now cause its 9 pm and yah gurl is exhausted (Deaf and blind life amaright)