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As soon as the glass shattered, obliterating the prison, Peter gasped for air. Sharp had done something to his cell which somehow depleted any oxygen within the cell. Peter had felt his lungs burning for oxygen and until his spider-sense warned him of something he definitely thought he was going to die. He coughed hard, catching his breath and saw Tony next to him shaking off loose glass piece while Sharp was lying unconscious on the ground in front of him. Across from him, was a huge opening in the wall, which must’ve been caused by the hammer. A few seconds later, a large figure appeared in the hole in the wall.

“Thor! It’s about damn time you got here! Where’s everyone else?” Tony demanded, wiping the blood off his hands from the glass onto his jumpsuit.

“You didn’t actually think that we would let you rot in here did you Stark?” Hawkeye responded as he glided into the hole using a special type of paraglider, he was followed by Black Widow and Captain America.

Peter coughed again, his lungs still slightly burning, and stood up shakily, “Yeah, I’m fine guys. Almost died, but no biggie.”

“Right, Peter sorry! Are you ok?” Tony stammered, smacking his hand to his face, creating a light imprint of red on his forehead.

Peter nodded and looked over at where Sharp was lying unconscious, except he wasn’t there anymore, “Where’d he go?”

“Who?” The Captain asked.

“Sharp! He was right there!” Peter exclaimed. He ran over to the control panel, searching for a clue.

“Banner, get a location on Sharp now.” Black Widow spoke into her sleeve, holding the microphone to the comms unit that was answered by Banner and the rest of SHIELD at Stark tower.

Peter searched through the rubble frantically, Where is it?

Finally hidden underneath a piece of metal that had broken off from the control panel, was what he was looking for, his web shooter. He clipped it to his sleeve and  shot a web above him onto the ceiling, thankfully, it still worked.

His spider sense warned him of something else heading his way, he turned slightly and caught the object in his hand, it was his other web shooter. He looked up in the direction it came from.

“I grabbed it from evidence before we left. I figured it might come in handy.” Black Widow stated.

Peter smiled slightly, he hadn’t even gotten to spend a lot of time with the rest of the Avengers, but even now, after being held captive for a few days, and only having joined the Avengers and few days before that he already felt like a part of the team.

Peter remembered something, and his smile faltered, “What about my Aunt? Is she OK? What about Harry?”

The Captain answered, “It’s alright Peter, she’s safe and Harry is taken care of. He’s in SHIELD custody. He won’t be getting out anytime soon.”

Peter relaxed, and finally a response from Banner came through on the comms unit, Peter listened to it by his enhanced hearing, since he wasn’t wearing his own comms. It was Banner, “We’ve located Sharp. He’s in Central Park and with him is a very angry army.”

“How’d he already get down to Central Park? He was just here! And unconscious at that!” Peter exclaimed.

“Fury already has a squad of SHIELD agents en route to the scene, we need to get the ground now.” Black Widow ordered.

“I’ll meet you guys there, I have to grab something first.” Peter said.

“Wha-?” Tony began to ask, but Peter didn’t listen to him. Peter was already running towards the opening in the wall.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Peter exclaimed before jumping out into the open air.

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Peter used his web shooters to swing gracefully through the open air, between the buildings of New York, he made sure to stay high enough above the ground so that the people beneath him couldn’t see his face, or what he looked like. His identity was still a secret to them.

He dropped to the ground in an abandoned alleyway that was near his small house and ran the rest of the way. He couldn’t risk people seeing him swing into his house, that would give it all away. Once, he reached his house, he kicked in the door, not having time to worry about digging around for the spare key. Peter raced up the stairs to his bedroom where his backpack, with his costume were waiting in his closet. He quickly changed into his red and blue colored suit and sprinted out of the house.

Behind his mask Peter swung once again through the buildings of New York, finally reaching Central Park, where Sharp had gathered a small audience of people and began speaking, “Attention people of New York City, my name is Daniel Sharp and I am here to show you what kind of power the Avenger’s are keeping from you. I have created a serum that will make ordinary people like you stronger, faster, and better. If the Avenger’s, your so-called heros, are able to have these powers why can’t everyone?”

The bystanders watching, looked on, unsure of how to react, Sharp continued, “My soldiers are here to not only show you what my serum can do, but to destroy the Avengers as well. The world will better off without them, because without them everyone will be strong. Everyone will be equal.”

“Yeah, sorry pal I can’t let you do that.” Peter spoke up from where he was standing.

A few of the bystanders standing closest to Peter jumped in shock and then realizing who he was clapped and cheered. Peter bowed slightly, indirectly mocking Sharp, whose plan to turn the people of New York against the Avenger’s seemed pointless. Peter smiled under his mask at that, even when tempted with the ability to gain power, the people of his city loved the Avenger’s too much.

“Fine, destroy him and anyone who gets in your way.” Sharp ordered to his men.

“Uh-oh” Peter muttered, and jumped into the air, swinging away from the crowd that had gathered in Central Park. Sharp’s men, followed Peter easily, their speed was unmistakably enhanced. One of them had pulled out their gun, shooting the length of web that attached Peter to the building that he was currently swinging on, the bullet hit the web, snapping it.

Peter flailed in the air for a second before crashing down onto a parked car on the side of the road, not far from where he started in central park.

Peter groaned, his spider sense went wild and he rolled over until he fell off the car, narrowly missing a knife to the back from one of Sharp’s men that had caught up to him. The man stood up on the car and looked down at Peter, a dark mask covered his face, only his mouth could be seen and it was currently smirking.

“Where’s your backup?” Peter asked, thinking of a way to get out of his situation, while simultaneously wondering where the hell the rest of the Avenger’s were.

The man smiled again, and jumped down from the car, landing a few feet in front of Peter his knife glistening menacingly in the sunlight.

“Alright so not much of a talker.” Peter mumbled, suddenly Peter attacked. Shooting his webs from his wrist he trapped the guy against the car, web surrounding the man’s throat.

“Oops. Sorry.” Peter said, launching another web to bind both of the man’s hands to his face, which had been trying to release him from the web’s that entangled him.

Peter suddenly jumped up, his spider sense warning him of someone that was behind him. Using his web’s he latched onto alight post and pulled himself up, dodging the punch that was aimed at him. Peter looked down from his perch and saw the man, along with another who had joined him start crawling their way up towards the top of the light post.

“That’s not fair. That’s my trick!” Peter yelled down to the two men. Peter jumped down from his perch and shot his webs at the two men, trapping them where they were.

Peter smiled at his accomplishments, he sensed someone else coming but was too late, a knife slashed at his side, Peter had managed to dodge the blow enough for it to only scrape his side but it still burned.

Peter recoiled, covering his side with his hand, which was now covered in his blood, “Great.” Peter muttered, where were the Avenger’s?