AN! Ok, so I don't really want the reader in this small series... so, I won't actively add reader, but if there is a point in which I can... then I will. This is mainly Peter Whump with MJ and Ned.

𝐿𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃- 𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜 / 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓈.

Peter managed to recover slightly from his battle in Berlin... not much, but enough for him to gather enough balls to fight Mysterio.

Peter somersaulted from the jet and into the new illusion, activating his parachute and gliding into the illusion. Peter landed on one of the drones and stuck a splitter web on it before jumping to the next one.

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Peter fell down from his drone-jumping and hit the ground, hard. It knocked the wind out of him and he laid there for a minute, cradling his still healing ribs. Thinking to himself, he came up with a Tony-worthy plan.

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While his plan with the drones worked, Quentin grew more and more furious as Peter defeated him bit by bit. Peter swung in through one of the gaps on the Tower Bridge and in front of Quentin, who had the decency to look slightly scared and wary. Peter found himself limping from an unknown injury (probably one of the drones knocked his still-healing knee) towards Beck. Peter's mask had long since been shed as he stalked towards him. "FIRE ALL THE DRONES, NOW!" Quentin yelled at EDITH. Peter took a deep breath as the drones slowly moved forwards, creating an illusion meant to throw Peter off.

Peter closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. He closed his eyes and allowed his "Peter Tingle" to take over.

He spun and twisted and smashed over the drones. He stood still and an illusion of a hammer threw down over him. Peter used the already dead drones and threw them at other drones coming his way, very quickly demolishing them. Peter was so close to finishing when his "Peter Tingle" blared in his head and Peter swung around to grab a drone that was about to shoot him. He spun the drone around to get momentum, (accidentally) allowing a torrent of bullets to fire out, and threw it at one of the metal poles of the bridge, the drone instantly exploding.

The illusion died and Peter saw Beck on the floor, clutching an obvious bullet wound. "BECK!" Peter yelled as he limped over, his knee seriously hurting him now. Buck glanced up from his position on the floor and held up a pair of glasses.

EDITH

"Stark was right," Beck said, "You do deserve these." He finished handing Peter the glasses. Peter stared at them as if they were poison. Suddenly, his "Peter Tingle" blared and he shot his left-hand out just as a bullet was shot. He gasped out as he strained against the force. The Beck on the floor dissolved into blue sort of things. The Beck who's wrist Peter was holding struggled against Peter's grip, a look of pure surprise on his face. Peter twisted the wrist slightly so Beck dropped the gun. Peter snatched the glasses off of Beck's face and he fell backwards, as though Peter had forcibly pushed him.

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Peter felt his strength slowly dwindling as he made his way down with Beck, who felt heavier than normal. The police swarmed over as Peter dropped Beck unceremoniously on the ground, his grip weakening. Peter stumbled away, limping heavily over to where he could see MJ running towards him. His vision blurred enough for him to grab his head in his hands. He felt soft but strong hands on his shoulders, checking if he was ok.

Peter couldn't help it, but he whined in pain and felt his head suddenly tip forwards as he passed out.