I had Peter attach a web to my metal arm as I used my abilities to fly so we could catch him. Where we were heading, there was nowhere for Peter to swing from so I became it.

We remained quiet as we followed, close behind but not too close. Peter let out a small yell and I looked at him to see that he was looking down. "Don't look there, just focus on the above!" I called out to him. I looked back to see Vulture attaching himself to the bottom of a huge cargo plane. It was weird in the sky, possibly because it was 'invisible' at the moment but I was able to get up to it.

The Vulture went to the bottom of the plane and his wings came around him and stuck to the plane. "What the hell is he doing?" I yelled down to Peter.

"It's probably a high-altitude vacuum seal! It's so he doesn't do what we're doing!" Struggle to stop from plummeting to the ground below, is what he meant.

Peter detached from my arm and stuck to the plane itself. It took a couple tries, but he managed to stick. I, on the other hand, made an airlock around myself similar to Vulture's so I could save some of my energy.

"Hang on!" I called to Peter when I saw him struggling.

"What do you think I'm tying to do?!" Right after he said that, he started to fly back. I gasped, ready to do something, but he shot out a web and it attached and caused him to hit the plane.

I let out a sigh of relief. "What's the plan now?" I asked. He crawled his way over to me and then went by me to the wings. "Peter!"

He stopped. "I need to stop him and to do that I have to get inside!" he called back. Peter turned back to the wings and started to try and pry them off with his hands.

Surprising us both, a small drone came off the wings. "What?" Peter mumbled.

Then the plane started to move. "Shit, Peter, he's in the control room!" I called up.

"I gathered that!" he snapped back. I raised my eyebrows, shocked at the outburst. "Sorry, I'm just kinda stressed out!"

Despite what was happening, I laughed. "Peter, you're fine, just hurry!" He struggled for a few seconds more before I carefully started to come up to him. "Let me!" I yelled over the noise. He stopped kicking and I reached my metal arm out to pry it off.

I started pulling on it, and with a yell, got it to move just a bit. "Do you think that did anything?" I asked Peter. He was a nerd, he knew this kind of stuff and how it worked.

"Well, hopefully it broke the air-tight seal and is causing him issues, meaning he's mad and will cause us more issues!" he answered.

My face blanked. "Oh joy." I started to try and pry it off more, Peter joining in and kicking it, when the wings started to move. Two of the winged parts came out and we knew Vulture was back in his suit.

The man flew off and Peter started to crawl again. "Just a typical homecoming on the outside of an invisible jet fighting my girlfriends dad!" he shouted. It was obviously not to me, but I couldn't help but hear certain details.

"You have a girlfriend? And he's her dad? Damn," I responded.

"Not helping!" He barely dodged a wing from slicing into him. It instead went through the side of the plane and screwed up the panels and it's invisibleness. Peter stuck to Vulture and then shot out a web to the jet.

He looked at me quickly. "Get somewhere safe!" he shouted. He was right, I was way out of my element fighting in the sky, so I carefully made my way to the hole that was created and slipped inside. The air was still being sucked out, but at a certain distance away I was fine.

I ran to the control room to see what I might be able to do and found a bunch of tech I didn't understand. Not one bit. "Shit," I mumbled. The flashing buttons and switches and cords were weird and different from what I saw back at the tower or the compound. I didn't know it.

Suddenly, a bunch of alarms started blaring. "What do you mean!" I screamed and tried to find any indication of what was happening. I found a message flashing saying that there were engines down. "Oh, that's... that's not good."

I ran back out to the cargo hold, where I came out from, and saw a sudden hole and the Vulture coming through. He was trying to grab and box as the plane dramatically tilted to the side.

"Hey!" I yelled. His attention was grabbed. I hurried over and kicked him away from the box of what looked like arc reactors Tony had in his suits. "Those aren't yours!"

The plane jolted, throwing us both around a bit. He was better off connected to his stable wings. I got thrown into the side of the plane. It wasn't a great feeling.

I looked up to see Vulture trying to get out of there before we suddenly crashed.

Hard.

I barely had time to think let alone get any sort of shield up around me. My head hit something and my vision went hazy before it went dark.

It only lasted for a moment because I opened my eyes again and saw not much had changed, just a few added flames. I groaned and carefully got up from where I was. There was jagged metal everywhere I had to avoid unless I wanted to start bleeding out. Sand was sticking to me and getting everywhere, causing my cuts and other abrasions to sting. I must've been thrown out of the plane. Well, to be fair, there wasn't much plane left.

There was a lot of wreckage and fire just everywhere around me. I hoped to God that Peter was okay, and that neither the wreck nor Vulture had gotten to him. There was noise off not too far away, so I followed it.

What I saw was... well, I didn't like it. Peter had his webs on the Vulture and the Vulture's wings did not look very stable and he was carrying a huge box full of Tony's stuff. The kid was also covered in lots of gashes from either the crash, the building incident, a fight with Vulture, or all of the above.

I faintly heard him yelling something about the wings would explode. That freaked me out so I ran over and just as the wings were about to, I made a bubble of protection around Peter and I.

Stuff hit our shield and caused us both to flinch, but otherwise we stayed unscathed. Well, from getting scathed any further more like. I looked over at one point to see Peter looking at the shield in awe and smiled lightly to myself.

Once the explosion stopped and debris stopped coming at us, I released the shield and saw Vulture engulfed in flames of his own making. Peter, with only a second of hesitation, quickly ran over and into the flames to save him. "Peter!" I yelled, but he didn't stop, so I just made him his own little bubble to keep him safe.

There were a couple moments where I felt him trying to get through it, so I allowed him to pull (I assume) Vulture into the bubble, too.

When he came back, he had Vulture in his grasp like I thought he would. Peter was working on getting Vulture out of the pieces of suit that were on him that were also on fire. I dropped the bubble and hurried over to help however I could.

"We need to grab all the moving boxes and web them up here with him," Peter said. I nodded and went around finding boxes and Peter restrained Vulture with his webs. "Those should keep him at least until authorities get here, and I doubt they're very far away at this point."

"True, that was a pretty big plane crash."

The two of us used our strength and I used my abilities to grab huge boxes and bring them over to where Vulture was and made a huge pile behind him. It was all in a huge clearing, away from flames and other debris.

"Peter," I called after we both dropped off a box. He stopped and turned towards me. I was going to continue, but I looked at the Vulture (now maskless) and decided to walk a few paces away. Peter followed, waiting to hear what I had to say. "I'm proud of you."

He stopped and tilted his head. "You went in and saved him," I gestured to Vulture, "even though he's a bad guy. It takes a lot to do that and I'm proud of you for it."

It was a second, and I thought I had broken the kid, but then he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my mid-section. A hug.

At first, I was unmoving and confused. But after a moment I reached my arms around and hugged him back. I tried to ignore the fact that we were about the same height for my pride's sake.

"I was scared, but I couldn't let him even if he is bad," he mumbled. "My conscious wouldn't be able to take it." We pulled apart and I ruffled his hair.

"You did good- no, you did great, Peter. Now let's finish the clean up before the police, FBI, SWAT, and whoever else come by," I said with a laugh. Peter laughed, too, and we hurried around and finished collecting the last few boxes.

Once they were all in the huge pile, Peter and I hurried off and sat on top of a nearby (and luckily undamaged) rollercoaster to watch as Happy and other authorities saw what Peter and I did. The kid wrote a note, too, and I told him to leave me out of it. This was his big moment and I don't exactly think Tony would be thrilled hearing me be a part of it.

We sat for a second longer before I turned to him. "Go home, get some rest, and maybe try and fix yourself up a little bit. You deserve it, Spiderman." He beamed at me and then nodded. With a 'thwip' from his web shooter, he was out of there.

I, sadly, had to make my way back to the newly demolished building to grab my bike and then I could get home. The walk back was fun and I made sure to stay in the shadows (the government hasn't given up looking for me yet...) but managed to get to the motorcycle unscathed. And luckily it was also still there.

As I was getting back on, I got a phone call. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw the screen was nearly shattered- I'd definitely have to get a new one from Tony. The problem is finding out how to explain it to him.

The phone ringing brought me back to the present and I quickly answered it without glancing at the caller ID. "Hello?" I greeted.

"Rey, do you know what happened with the Spider kid and the plane?" the person asked on the other end. It was Happy. "And don't lie because I already know the answer."

I sighed and sat on the bike in defeat. "Well, if you already know, then why call and ask me?" I countered. There was a silence so I continued. "But yes, the kid has a friend who contacted me and asked if I could help. Seeing as how Peter is just a child I thought it would be good that I go."

Happy was quiet again before quietly saying, "He did pretty good, didn't he?" he asked.

The question surprised me and I took a moment to respond. "Yeah, he really did. You need to have more faith in him, Happy," I suggested.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you back at the upstate facility."

I smiled. "You got it. Oh, and I'm going to need another phone." I hung up and put the phone back in my pocket.

A second later I was speeding off into the night back upstate.