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Chapter 39

Peter turned off the phone, looking around the room filled with shocked people. He looked at them all as silence filled the room.

"So," Peter finally spoke up. "Anyone have anyone an idea as to what that was about?"

He was met with people shrugging their shoulders. Sam stepped forward, a bit hesitant.

"I don't know enough Dutch to tell exactly what it was about, but I can confirm that it was about your friends and ours," She said, looking straight at Peter. "And it's nothing good,"

Peter suck in a breath, forcing himself to stay calm. Everyone shifted uncomfortably, even Dr. Strange seemed taken back by this news. Harley balled his fists but kept the anger at bay as he spoke up.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, translate the phone call if you will." He asked through clenched teeth. It was silent for a while, almost as if the AI was debating the question asked.

"Translating phone call," the voice came from the ceiling. Stephen tried not to look startled by it, instead just staying quiet to listen to the translation.

Something went wrong. With the rescue operation, I mean.

What happened?

I'm not sure, I was just working when they suddenly dragged a beaten up man, a fighting girl and another unconscious dude through the halls.

But that's not the problem, the problem is that they were just dragged away, and I don't know where. But it can't mean anything good...

"That man, he-he knew them?" Harley asked, looking pale. Peter nodded.

"Seems like it," he answered, looking equally as pale. Dr. Strange stepped forward, clearing his throat.

"Alright, no time to waste. Where were they taken?"

--

Not even a day later, they were all seated in a plane, on their way to Schiphol, an airport in Holland. They had decided not to use Strange's portal-like magic, because of the risk of appearing in a sea of HYDRA agents. That was really the last thing they wanted right now.

Peter was sitting next to Harley, staring out the window. Harley kept twitching with his hands, which should have annoyed the living crap out of Peter if he wasn't used to it already. He'd seen Mr. Stark do the same thing, he guessed it was just something mechanics did.

"So," Harley spoke up, a few minutes after the plane had taken off. "Why did you get to go along on the mission again?"

Peter looked up, a bit surprised by the question. He suddenly remembered he hadn't even told Harley who he actually was. Tony had told him to just keep it to himself for a while until the two had warmed up to each other a bit. Peter figured they had, so he looked around if anyone was listening before leaning in to whisper:

"Well, do you want to know my secret?"

Harley arched an eyebrow in confusion but nodded.

"Well, I'm actually Spider-Man," Peter whispered with a slight grin. Harley looked at him for a moment until he barked out a laugh, leaning back in his seat.

"Dude, you're nuts bro. You're nuts,"

Peter just shook his head with a laugh, continuing to look out the window. This was his first time flying on a plane. Wait, that wasn't true, he had flown on a plane before. Let's just say; this was his first time actually flying inside a plane.

He stared at the clouds surrounding them, it was a beautiful view. He thought about how awesome it would've been to see this with aunt May and uncle Ben, maybe Ned, without having to worry about being Spider-Man. The way it used to be. With that thought in mind and his head in the clouds, he fell asleep.

--

When Peter opened his eyes again, he was still on the plane. A quick glance out the window told him they were flying above the ocean. He forced down a small feeling of fear as his mind flashed to past experiences with planes. Or rather, his only experience with a plane before this.

He looked around, everyone was seemingly asleep. He tried not to think about how weird that actually was, literally everyone sleeping at the same time.

Peter decided to look back out the window again. But instead of seeing the ocean like he expected to, he now saw New York. He blinked and the wing of the plane was on fire.

"No, not again!" He exclaimed, fear taking over. He started to shake Harley, trying to get him to wake up. "Harley, Harley the plane! It's on fire, we're gonna crash!"

He kept shaking the older boy, but Haley didn't wake up. Peter kept yelling in fear, but no one seemed to hear him.

The seatbelt sign popped on, and Peter suddenly felt his seatbelt strap tightly around him. He immediately started trying to get loose, but no matter how hard he pulled, the belt wouldn't budge.

He soon gave up on trying to break free, looking around the plane instead. Wanda was seated a few rows in front of him, out of reach.

Too bad, Peter thought, she probably could've broken the belt...

The few people who were seated closer to him, MJ's friends and Dr. Strange, didn't wake up when he called for them, so that wasn't an option either. He tried to wake Harley up again, but the teenager didn't even blink. The only indication there was that he was even alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Defeated, Peter looked back out the window. He immediately regretted it. The ground had come in closer, the large buildings not far away. The wing of the plane was still on fire, and small parts started to fall off the plane.

And then he spotted him.

At first, it seemed like nothing, just a dark spot in the corner of his eye. And when he turned to it, there was nothing there. He figured he had more important things on his mind when his Spider-Sense suddenly went haywire. Something big appeared in front of the window, two red eyes staring directly at Peter. It was him.

Peter was frozen in his seat as the Vulture's red eyes seemed to stare right into his soul, locking him in place. He could do nothing but stare back as the plane lost altitude, crashing towards the ground.

One of the Vulture's claws lifted up, crashing into the window, almost in slow-motion. It pierced straight through the glass, sending pieces flying around. But Peter couldn't feel the pain as they sliced his skin. He couldn't feel the pain as the claws grabbed him, pulling him out of his seat, not even caring about the safety-belt, it simply broke. Another claw closed around his throat, cutting off his airways. Tears were streaming down Peter's face, immense fear leaving him paralyzed. And as the plane made its way towards the ground, Peter croaked out his last word before the inevitable end.

"Tony,"

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