A/N: Trigger warning airport terrorist attack

THIS IS NOT A TAKE ON CIVIL WAR

He had hoped his trip to Germany would have been a bit better than this. The second he walked out of the plane and into the Frankfurt airport, he had a gun to his head. The man then pulled the trigger.

Peter being Peter ducked just as the bullet left the gun. It was left embedded in the wall right next to him.

"Great," he thought sarcasticlly, "I would love to die again."

Alarms soon sounded in the airport, telling everyone to get down and stay calm. Police officers pilled in from the security check point and pointed there guns at the man who had Peter in a head lock.

"Drop the weapon," an officer said in a thick German accent. The man just smiled. Gun shots could be heard, but thankfully Peter wasn't dead yet. Many officers dropped to the ground dead from fellow officers who were working with the terrorists.

The man who had Peter ran him out of the room as bullets flew, missing the kid who was being held captive. The man pulled the young boy into a bathroom. Before the man could pull the trigger, Peter backflipped over the terrorist, pulling him to the ground. His head hit the tiled floor, but wasn't enough to knock him out. He pulled up the gun, and with a smirk on his face said, "So, your the one we are looking for. Better go save your friends Spiderman." He then tried to shoot the newest Avenger, but missed and was webbed to the floor. Peter then ran out and back into the main fight, to see Ned with a gun to his head.

The man yelled, "Drop your guns, or I shoot." All the officers had no choice to oblige. "Now, give me Spiderman." Peter could see Ned gulp, and hear it from across the airport.

Abraham yelled back to the man, "Spiderman is a New York vigilante, why would he be in Germany."

"I will shoot! Hurry up Spiderman, your friend counts on it." The terrorist looked right at Peter when saying these words. He shoved the gun closer to his best friend's head.

Mean while Peter was having a talk with himself.

"You have lost so many people because you were to slow to save them. Do you want that to happen to Ned?" It didn't take much convincing to get Peter to run into the middle of the airport, hands in the air.

"Good choice, now drop the shooters. We aren't going to have any tricks." Peter then tapped his wrists, where the high tech web shooters resided on him almost 24/7. He then dropped the now metal plates to the ground. "Crush them." Peter looked down sorrowfully at his beloved shooters and sighed. He dropped his hands, looking down and wiping a fake tear away.
"As you wish." (A/n: I understood that reference.) He then stomped on the thousand dollar tech.

"Perfect," the terrorist said as he pushed Ned away who proceeded to run back to his classmates. 'Thor no. They are all gonna know,' Peter thought to himself. The terrorist then pointed the gun back towards Peter, and pulled the trigger.

Peter being Spiderman, jumped up and shot a web to the ceiling. The terrorist stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds. "But Tombs said it was mechanical. That little-"

"Language!" Peter called as he kicked the man in the face. "Wouldn't want an angry Captain America now would we?"

Peter tossed one of his old shooters he was using towards Ned, who caught it and shot the man at the same time Peter did from another angle. The man proceeded to pull out one of Adrien's old guns and blast the webs that had him stuck to the ground.

"Why wouldn't you have one?" Peter mumbled to himself as he crawled along the ceiling. Purple blasts landed behind him as he scurried across the roof. The officers had recovered from shock and picked up their guns and began shooting. Their shots missed however, and a blast knocked all the officers off their feet.

"Get them into the plane Ned!" Peter yelled to his best friend as he recovered his left hand shooter and sent them into the United plane they had previously exited. The students obliged and rushed back into the boarding area, making their way to the plane.

"You know," the terrorist said with an evil grin, "you need to come up with better plans."

"Why's that?" The enhanced human asked as he punched the man in the gut before yanking and disassembling the weapon he held.

The man just laughed. Peter stuck the him to a wall before rushing to see his friends. That's when he heard it. The sound of a plane leaving.

"Now why is a plane leaving at this time of day?" The teen asked to no one in particular as he rushed to the now empty boarding dock. The door to the plane had been closed and it had started to take off. "I am never flying United again," he mumbled as he shot a web onto the airborne plane. He flung himself towards it as it flew higher and higher. He was soon attached to the plane and decided to make a quick call.

~|•|~

Ned was shaking as he was pushed into the airplane seat next to Flash and MJ. At least it was first class. Everyone seemed to be in a state of shock. Whether it was from Peter's big reveal or being in a hijacked plane, Ned wasn't sure. He was shaking because he could have died.

He heard a small thump, followed by a louder one that was barely audible over the roaring engines. He looked up when he heard a quiet ping, and saw the fasten seatbelts sign on. Glad to know they cared about safety. He sat there and tried to compose his mind. He was about to start hyperventilating again when a red line started to dance around the ceiling. A section of the roof then fell in and Iron Man along with a metal looking Spiderman appeared. They jumped in just as Ned started cheering. He was positive Peter was smiling beneath the mask.

~|•|~

Peter was begining to loose his breath when he felt something attach itself to his back. A metallic sound followed by a new car smell soon enveloped him, as he turned to see his reenforcement.

"Thanks Mr. Stark for coming to help me out."

"I am in China kid, let's get this over with." With that the remote controlled Iron Man suit began slicing a hole into the roof with it's lazer feature. The roof collapsed and the suit followed by Peter hopped into the cabin. The suit proceeded to spray ice onto the gap as oxygen masks fell from the ceiling.

Ned began cheering and Peter smiled. The two goons who were lingering in the back of the cabin pulled out guns and began shooting. Since Peter still wasn't used to the Iron Spider suit, he dodged the bullets before remembering he was bullet proof.

"Ya' know," the hyperactive teen said as he threw a ball of white at the goons, "this suit gives me wierd feelings. I mean, I died in this thing."

Even though Mr. Stark was controlling the suit from China, he could sense the suit tense up. "Too soon kid. Too soon."

"I'm sorry. Shoot I mean I have a want for forgiveness from you. Sorry." The teen replied, before turning around to head to the front of the plane.

"Just, stop talking kid."

He nodded.

~|•|~

Ned watched eagerly as the two heroes captured the terrorists. He was surprised when the small white blob his friend threw at the terrorists exploded and stuck them both onto the wall. He watched quietly but happily as his best friend had a conversation with The Tony Stark. The conversation was inaudible over the sound of the engines. Ned relaxed a bit. He knew he was safe.

The two, now suddenly quiet, made their way to the piloting area of the plane. He looked around the corner to see the 'pilot' out cold with white foam oozing from his mouth. The plane was going to crash. But Tony Stark knew how to fly a plane, so Ned didn't worry. He looked over at MJ and Flash with a grin on his face that seemed out of place with Flash's "I just pooped my pants." face and MJ just reading a book. The young genuis girl was reading one of Bruce Banner's books on gamma radioation. He decided to use the bathroom, a very random action, he thought, and headed to the back of the plane. He passed the goons who were unconscious probably from the lack of air, and decided to strap the oxegyn masks around them. Oxegyn levels had returned to normal, but he thought they could use the extra air. When he finished that, he went to the bathroom. During his small expedition, he heard a few screams, a very loud thump, groans, and then quiet. He left the bathroom to find everyone's hair messed up, most had gone pale, and Ned was 100% sure that Flash actually pooped his pants.

~|•|~

Peter made his way to the front of the plane to see the terrorist had taken some sort of pill to kill himself, and the plane was rappidly loosing altitude. Peter didn't know how to fly a plane, but he knew his boss did. He looked over to the Iron Man suit to see it had gone still.

"Mr. Stark has lost his connection, please stand by."

Uh, oh. He looked around nervously, to come up with a plan. He went back into the cabin, somehow making the mask fold up and disappear from his face, shocking his schoolmates more. He hadn't thought it was possible. A nervous smile was plastered on his face.

"So um, please don't panick guys, but do any of you know how to fly a plane?" No response. He groaned and looked up to see the ice Mr. Stark had used to keep all the oxegyn from leaving. "Ok. I need you all to get in crash formation and don't get up." He then left his petrified peers and broke the ice. They were low enough that oxegyn levels were normal outside.
He made his way to the back of plane, and he rushed since he saw the ground coming into view. They were luckily going to crash in some field. Peter then shot two webs at the front of each wing, remembering his classes on flight and lift, he pulled. The wings bent upwards, causing the plane to level out a bit. Only a bit. They were still heading down and fast. So Peter stopped the engines by using most of his web fluid. They stopped working, and he went back to pulling the wings. It worked, sort of. They still crashed, but no one was injured. Well, except for Peter. He was flew forward when the plane hit the ground, and rolled head first into the grassy field. The suit broke his fall for the most part, but he still got countless bruises and the wind knocked out of him.

As he layed staring that the blue sky, he thought, "Why is it always a plane?"