With a single command from Captain America, his team of six began marching forward.
Their steps represented an unshakable resolve.
Across the field, Peter and the others followed suit under Iron Man's lead—also advancing, step by step.
The walk turned into a jog.
Then a sprint.
And finally—impact.
The two sides clashed.
Right away, Peter was approached by none other than Ant-Man.
"Hey, you're Spider-Man, right? I'm Ant-Man. You think we're, like… genetically related or something?"
He cracked a joke—right before swinging a whip-like kick at Peter.
Peter raised his arms to block, then swiftly countered, slamming Ant-Man to the ground.
"Well, technically we're both arthropods, but there's a pretty big difference between us. So, nah… I don't think we're related, Mr. Ant."
"Oof, that hurts my feelings," Ant-Man groaned—but just before he hit the ground, whoosh!—he shrank instantly.
Peter couldn't see him with the naked eye, but his spider-sense gave him a vague feeling of where Ant-Man was.
"Little brat!"
Ant-Man popped up behind him, aiming for a sneak attack—and let out a loud shout, trying to startle him.
But Peter spun around and fired a web without hesitation.
"Wha—?!"
Ant-Man was shocked.
How did Peter know where he was every time?
Did his suit have thermal sensors like Iron Man or Falcon?
SPLAT!
Ant-Man was webbed straight to the ground.
He quickly grew in size and tore free from the web—but by the time he did, Peter had already vanished.
---
Across the battlefield, the Winter Soldier had locked onto Black Widow.
Even with her enhanced serum, Natasha didn't have anything that could go toe-to-toe with Bucky's metal arm.
She was left dodging and weaving, relying on agility just to stay ahead of his blows.
"Hey! We meet again!"
Peter swung in right as Bucky threw a punch, latching a webline to his arm and launching himself overhead.
"You again?!" Bucky shouted, yanking his arm to try and pull Peter down.
That gave Natasha the opening she needed.
She slipped in close and used a grappling technique—a mix of Brazilian jiu-jitsu—to flip Bucky hard to the ground.
"That move was awesome! Can you teach me that sometime?"
Peter landed nearby and started layering webs over Bucky, pinning him down.
"Sure," Natasha grinned. "After the mission, if there's time, I'll teach you some moves."
FWOOSH FWOOSH—
Two arrows suddenly shot in from a distance, slicing through the webbing with surgical precision.
Bucky rolled to his feet instantly.
It was Hawkeye—he'd seen the fight and came to assist.
He gave Peter a hard look.
"Kid, aren't you a little young for this?"
Peter blinked.
"Uh—I'm not a kid. I'm basically a man!"
"Your voice sounds like a little girl," Hawkeye smirked, nocking another arrow.
He fired—and the two rushed toward Peter together.
BOOM!
Just as things got dangerous, a black blur slammed into Bucky and sent him flying.
It was Black Panther—he and Bucky immediately began a fierce, close-range struggle on the ground.
Peter caught Hawkeye's arrow mid-air and was about to say something smug when—his spider-sense went berserk.
Danger.
He instantly flung the arrow away—
But it was too late.
KRA-KOOM!
The arrow exploded in midair, rattling his skull.
Luckily, Hawkeye hadn't used a full charge—it was more of a flashbang than a lethal blast.
After all, they were still technically "teammates."
Black Widow shot Hawkeye a glare.
"Clint! Were you trying to kill him?"
Hawkeye looked awkward.
He'd only meant to give Peter a jolt with the explosion's shockwave.
Who knew the kid would catch the arrow and practically flash it in his face?
He fumbled for a response—but Natasha wasn't waiting.
She lunged at him, joining the fray.
Peter rubbed his head as the ringing slowly faded.
That hurt.
He realized something important:
He still lacked combat experience.
Even with the enhanced spider-sense from fusing with Shadow Spider-Man, the danger sense wasn't perfect.
It could warn him of immediate threats aimed at him—but it didn't sense dormant threats.
Like Hawkeye's explosive arrow—it didn't register as dangerous until it activated.
This time, it was fine.
But if it had been an enemy with a real kill-shot?
He wouldn't be standing.
Peter made a mental note.
He wouldn't make that mistake again.
---
With a moment to breathe, Peter glanced around at the battlefield.
Above, Vision and Wanda were trading blasts—magic and energy exploding midair in colorful bursts.
But… anyone watching could tell.
Neither of them was using full power.
War Machine and Falcon circled in the skies, constantly shifting positions and exchanging fire.
Down on the ground, Iron Man had abandoned his ranged advantage and was locked in a close-quarters fight with Captain America—maybe still hoping to talk some sense into him.
Nearby, Black Panther and the Winter Soldier were exchanging brutal blows.
Unlike Peter, who favored agility and finesse, both of them were close-combat powerhouses.
It was a clash of titans—blow for blow, neither giving ground.
Black Widow and Hawkeye were locked in combat too—an even, rapid-fire duel of agility and reflexes.
Overall?
It looked like Iron Man's team had the upper hand.
But something was bugging Peter...
Where was Ant-Man?
He glanced around but couldn't find his "arthropod relative."
His gut told him—Ant-Man was definitely up to something sneaky.
Probably hiding somewhere again, waiting to pull another trick like he did with the shield earlier.
---
And then the battlefield changed—fast.
It was Wanda.
She had noticed the tide turning against them.
In a sudden burst of power, she launched Vision backward with a blast of red magic.
Then she fired again—BOOM!—knocking Iron Man off of Captain America.
Before Natasha could react, magical bindings snapped around her wrists and yanked her off the battlefield.
Wanda then turned toward Black Panther—
And with a massive wave of magic, slammed him into a shipping container dozens of meters away.
Everyone froze.
While the others had been "pulling punches"—Wanda had clearly decided not to.
Hovering above the battlefield, her body crackling with red energy, she looked down coldly.
"There's no point wasting time here," she said. "We have our own mission."
"She's right," Steve nodded. "We need to move."
But Iron Man wasn't giving up that easily.
He soared back into view—ready to blast them.
Only—
Nothing happened.
He looked at his palm.
The repulsor cannon was dead.
—End of chapter—
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