!
Before the plane landed, Peter obediently climbed down from the ceiling and got ready to take off the suit and put it back in the case.
That's when Happy spoke up.
"You don't need to take it off. It's yours. Tony gave it to you. If you like it, keep wearing it."
"Huh? It's mine?"
"Yes."
"Seriously mine?"
"Yes."
"Whoa!" Peter's eyes lit up as he waved his arms excitedly. He suddenly remembered—this must be part of that 'September Foundation' support Tony had mentioned earlier.
Still, this Spider Suit had completely exceeded his expectations, so much so that he hadn't even made the connection at first.
He'd been used to living frugally his whole life. And now, out of nowhere, he'd gotten a suit worth at least a few million dollars. It honestly didn't feel real.
"The plane's landing. You sure you don't want to buckle up?" Happy pointed to an empty seat not far away.
After six hours of Peter bouncing around the cabin like a caffeinated squirrel, Happy was developing a mild case of PTSD. All he wanted now was to finish this assignment, get back to Stark Industries, and stay far away from this kid.
Kids are chaos incarnate.
Peter, to his credit, listened and quickly settled into his seat.
He already knew that the noise during landing would be another sensory overload. But this time, he was ready—and thankfully, the suit's design helped dampen a lot of the outside chaos.
"Once we land, we'll head to the hotel," Happy explained. "You can rest there. Either tonight or tomorrow, whenever Tony gives the word, you move out. Got it?"
Peter nodded.
Got it.
He figured he'd just treat this like a free international vacation.
After all, he'd never been out of the country before!
And as for the suit? He wasn't taking it off.
He had a better idea.
He'd wear it like thermal underwear—tight and hidden under his regular clothes. The mask? That would stay in his pocket. That way, if anything happened, all he had to do was strip off his outer layers and bam—Spider-Man, ready to go.
Genius idea!
Peter mentally high-fived himself for the clever plan.
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Meanwhile, under an overpass near Berlin...
Captain America had just said goodbye to Sharon Carter—with a kiss. (Ew. Moving on.)
From Sharon, they'd gotten a car, a jet, and all their gear: Cap's shield, Falcon's wings, the whole package.
Basically, it was gear giveaway day.
Since snapping out of his brainwashed state, Bucky had also started to recall certain things...
Turns out, the Winter Soldier program hadn't created just one super assassin—there had been five others. And they were stronger than him.
The imposter posing as a psychiatrist knew how to activate them.
Earlier, that fake psychiatrist had infiltrated the facility holding Bucky, brainwashed him right under the global media's nose, and made him escape in a violent, chaotic scene. That chaos? It had only made the rift between Steve and Tony worse.
Cap didn't know what that guy's endgame was—but right now, he didn't have time to figure it out.
If those five enhanced soldiers were unleashed, it could lead to something far worse.
That's why he had to stop him.
Agent 13, Sharon Carter, knew that too. That's why she helped him—despite his now-fugitive status.
And she wasn't the only one.
Cap had also reached out to Hawkeye, who in turn broke Wanda out from under Vision's watch and brought her along. He also recruited Scott Lang—the Ant-Man.
Now, Cap's team of six was fully assembled at the airport.
As Cap jogged toward a helicopter, ready to take off—
ZNNNNK!
A small EMP device dropped from the sky, landing squarely on the chopper's rotor.
BZZZZT!
The blast fried the system. The chopper was dead.
And then, BOOM—
Iron Man landed.
Right behind him, a black, sleek armored figure slammed down with a metallic THUD.
It was War Machine.
"Never thought we'd bump into each other at an airport," Tony said through his helmet. "Weird, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda is," Cap replied.
He was used to these two guys—wrapped in cold metal on the outside, but full of sass on the inside.
"Tony," Cap started, "that psychiatrist—he's the real enemy here."
SWOOSH!
A powerful figure leapt down from the airport's second floor.
Dressed in a black suit with a metallic sheen, the man was tall, muscular, but graceful.
It was King T'Challa of Wakanda—Black Panther.
"Captain."
"Your Majesty."
They nodded at each other.
They had no personal grudge, but T'Challa believed Bucky was responsible for his father's death. He was here for vengeance.
Tony spoke up again.
"Ross gave me thirty-six hours to bring you in. Twenty-four have already passed. Can you please just cooperate?"
"You're arresting the wrong guy," Cap replied firmly.
Tony's tone hardened. "Your judgment is compromised. Your pal killed innocent people yesterday."
"But there are five other super soldiers just like him out there," Cap said. "And I can't let that shrink get to them first!"
"Steve, you know how this ends," said a familiar voice.
Black Widow stepped into view.
"You really want to fight your way out?"
Seeing their formation, Cap understood—it had been a trap from the beginning.
They'd planned this.
They were waiting for him.
Tony sighed. "Alright, enough talk. I don't have time to argue. Pajamas Boy!"
SWOOSH!
A red-and-blue blur launched out from behind a car.
Peter.
In fact, he'd arrived at the airport even earlier, per Tony's request. While Cap's team was making their move, Peter had been hiding, waiting for the right moment.
Tony's orders were simple: as soon as the fight started—take the shield.
THWIP!
A web shot out and latched onto Cap's shield.
Peter yanked—hard.
Cap instinctively pulled back, but Peter's strength was greater. The shield flew from Cap's hand.
In midair, Peter grabbed it, spun in a graceful flip, and—
THWIP!
Fired another web at Cap's wrist.
Duang!
The impact exploded into sticky webbing, binding Cap's hands with a makeshift spider-handcuff.
"Nice job, kid," Tony praised.
"Thanks! Appreciate it. I think I could've made my landing even cooler, though," Peter grinned. "Oh—by the way, Mr. Stark, could you not call me Pajamas Boy anymore? I mean—look, no pajamas!"
"Can we talk nicknames later?"
"Sure!" Peter turned to Cap, excitement bursting out of him. "Hi! Captain America! So cool to meet you! I've seen you on the videos we watch in P.E.! This is the first time I've met you in person, and—you're my fan! No wait—I'm your fan! Or... wait, what did I just say—?"
—End of chapter—
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