~Iron Family~

Game of Catch

"Albrecht!" Peter screamed. He'd only known the man for a few hours, but he had tried to help them. He had to get home to see his family.

Ehvil tossed Albrecht to the ground, a snarling.

"Now," he started. "Where was I?!"

Without even thinking, Peter shot out a strand of webs faster than he ever had, ripping the controller from his grasp. The only thing he could see behind his eyes was Albrecht's hopeful smile.

If it was a lucky shot, it was the luckiest he'd ever seen in his life.

"MY CONTROLLER!" Ehvil wailed.

Peter gripped the controller tightly in his hands as all of the appliances turned their attention to him. He tore apart as many as he could with his free hand as they started to charge towards him, but eventually it became too much and he had to toss it back to Mr. Stark.

"Keep it away from him!" he shouted gleefully.

***

They started an epic game of keep-away. He and Mr. Stark tossed the controller back and forth, destroying as many appliances as they could. The battle probably didn't last longer than fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours.

"Kid, catch!" Mr. Stark called, hurtling the controller in Peter's direction. He caught it easily, ducking to avoid a blow from two coffee pots stacked on top of each other.

He sensed something big approaching. Turning, he blanched as he caught sight of a car racing towards him. It was a black SUV with angry, flashing headlights. He made the mistake of shooting webs at the front and trying to flip it to the side.

It turned to the other side and skidded towards him. He smacked face-first into the passenger side window.

"Oof," he mumbled, sticking to the side of the car as it screeched to a halt. He scrambled up to the roof, panting. The six-ton vehicle was lurching and bumping along, randomly reversing and speeding forwards as it tried to buck him off.

It hit a pothole and succeeded.

"Woah!" he yelled as he slid down the roof, slipping until his legs were dangling over the back window. He extended his arm to shoot out webs and slow the vehicle down, but he was bucked off.

He pitched sideways, the world spinning below him. He tried to stick a good landing, but almost all of his weight landed on his left foot as he slipped into that huge hole. He grunted as it slammed into the ground at an odd angle, pain sparking up his leg like a flame.

He didn't have time to get over his shock, though--the car was barreling towards him again. This time he shot webs at the front, using the car's own momentum to fling himself over and behind it.

He dug his heels into the ground, ignoring the searing sensation, and tried to stop the car. It groaned, wheels spinning up dust in his face. He heard a click from inside the car as it changed gears. He jumped on the roof as it shot backwards.

His ankle throbbed. Somehow he clung to the car as it accidentally plowed through its own forces, flashing its blinkers angrily. The other appliances paid no attention to the hazard lights and scrambled atop the car, grabbing for him.

"Mr.--!" he caught himself. "Iron Man! Catch!" he threw the device into the air in Iron Man's direction, hoping it would make contact.

"Got it," Mr. Stark's voice played in his earpiece. "Jeez, kid. You've got a hard throw, you're just missing the aim. I feel like I've said that before..."

"Sorry!" Peter grunted, grabbing an oven and chucking it at a refrigerator. "Let me just go work on that right now!"

Ehvil stumbled back from a blow Iron Man had dealt, his mech groaning to make adjustments. Peter spotted a little toaster crawling up his arm and embedding itself in his shoulder.