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Peter was stressed. He was actively on a plane owned by a billionaire. To Germany. This was the start of a dystopia and/or horror movie. He should've said no but realistically what would that have done? This was Tony-I-stalked-you-in-order-to-get-here-Stark. So he went along with it. God, he should have just told May. If he'd told May he might have been banned from Spider Man-ing but at least it would have meant he would still be at home.
He fidgeted as he waited for the plane to take off. The plane itself was high class complete with a mini-fridge. He looked at the door again. He knew he could break it but again, it was owned by Tony fucking Stark. Peter liked his odds but he also had to work with the fact that Tony had more money and resources than God.
The door opened and another high shcooler walked inside. He was Asian and pretty well built for a only looking a few years older than himself. There was a tiredness in his eyes. Tony walked in beside him.
"All right you guys, this baby can get us to Germany in about five hours tops. You two get comfortable, we're equipped with full surround sound system." Tony declared before walking into a private room in the front.
The other guy visibly relaxed as soon a Tony left the room.
"You okay?" Peter asked with an underlying tone of were you also blackmailed?
"I guess the last day has felt a bit... unreal."
Peter laughed "Understatement of the century." He extend his hand to shake. "I'm Peter." At this point secret identities were the last thing on his mind.
He took his hand. "Shaun. Uh.. Nice to meet you despite circumstances."
"Yeah." Shaun sat in a plush seat across from Peter.
"You from around here?" Peter prompted. The lack of discernible New York accent definitely raised more red flags.
Shaun let out an awkward laugh. "San Francisco," he admitted quietly.
Peter choked on his drink. Okay. Wow. Tony Stark, ex-notable weapons maker, had grabbed not one but two teenagers and was not flying them across the ocean. Not good
"Does you're family know about this?" Peter asked, regaining composure.
"Eh~" His voice got quieter. "He just showed up at my foster family's shop and said there was some sort of... I don't know, contest I won? I went along with it and he said he would be able to pay off their debt if I agreed to go with him. I couldn't really--"
say no.
Shaun took a breath. "What about you?"
Peter shrugged. "Pretty much the same. I tried to tell him I had school and homework but--"
Shaun nodded. They were flying over the ocean now.
Peter switched tones when he noticed the camera in the corner. "You know what why don't we put something on. Have you seen Star Wars before?" He asked, glancing between Shaun and the camera so he would see it.
Shaun played along perfectly. "You know what that sounds great." He got up and moved to the seat next to Peter.
"Can you keep a secret?" Peter asked about twenty minutes into the movie. He was bound to find out anyways so he might as well get it out of the way now.
"Of course,"
"I'm-- I'm Spider-man."
Shaun looked mildly confused.
"Oh right, you're not from New York. A few months ago, I got bitten by a radio active spider and... I got spider powers."
"Huh?" Shaun tilted his head to the side in interest.
"Like I can shoot webs and stick to walls and stuff."
"That sounds pretty cool." Shaun took a breath. "Around the time the HYDRA files came out some guys tried to jump me and— and I fought back and some jerk got a video. It ended up becoming a part of the investigation but I guess it didn't get scrubbed from everywhere."
"I'm sorry about that." Peter had a feeling that he wasn't telling the full truth but now didn't feel like the time to push.
"And now I'm here," Shaun mused.
"Hey, I'll have your back," Peter declared. "Pinky swear."
Shaun laughed a little "Thanks," he said, completing the pinky swear. "I'll watch yours too. And if I don't, I promise I will sue Tony Stark into oblivion after this." he joked.
Peter smiled.
The next few hours passed uneventfully, the two of them trying all of the snacks they could find. About thirty minutes out from their destination Tony Stark came back out.
He emerged with two brief cases he put on the table. "Look, I can't exactly have you fighting in Jordans alright?"
Laid out before them were two suits. One was red and blue while the other was green which Shaun guessed was his. It was armored around the right places and was complete with a hood and black fox mask that looked like it would cover his whole face.
After putting the suits on it was hard to relax again, the fact that they were actively flying into combat straight in their faces.
"I think you should have a code name." Peter proposed.
"Really? Like what?"
"How about... Jackal."
"Like the animal?"
"Yeah, it's kinda what you're mask looks like, you know?"
"Hm. Jackal sounds pretty good to me."
***
"Jackal, you're on Wilson, Spider-Man, web them up." Both of them ran into the terminal fast in order to catch up with the Winter Soldier.
As soon as he saw Falcon up in the air, Shaun sent a gust of wind straight at him giving Peter the chance to land some webbing over the wings.
"Dude you didn't tell me you could air bend!?" Peter said excitedly.
"Wanted to keep it a surprise," He mused.
Peter webbed up Falcon. "Are your wings carbon fiber? That would explain the—"
"Kid usually these fights don't include this much talking."
"Stop!" Shaun shouted before launching a kick at the Winter Soldier where he was cornered against the glass railing.
Barnes tried landing a few punches but Shaun kept on slipping out of the way.
"I know that fighting style," Barnes muttered under his breath. Shaun paused momentarily. The Winter Soldier had been working with HYDRA for decades, it made sense he would know of the Ten Rings but the thought scared him nonetheless.
Barnes used the surprise to elbow Shaun in the face.
He panicked as the mask hit the floor and for a second, he made eye contact with Barnes. Shaun scrambled for it and backed up a considerable few steps. Peter saw this and swung, only for the webbing to catch in a drone and go flying through a window.
"Oh shit." .
He reassessed the situation. Falcon looked adequately tied up in webbing. Care about his friend overtook his loyalty to Stark (low bar but still) and he ran to the nearest exit to find Peter.
***
"Okay, little guy's big now." The other guy in the red suit was now way taller. He snapped the wing off of a plane and started swinging it at Iron Man.
Shaun did his best to stay out of the way and avoid getting crushed by something.
"Have you guys seen that really old movie Empire Strikes Back?" Peter asked over the comms.
"Tony how old is this kid?"
"I don't know I didn't carbon date him."
"You know the scene where they're on the snow planet?"
"Let's go with that, Rhodey I go high, you go low."
"Jackal, give me a boost up here."
Shaun took a breath. He'd need to maneuver a lot of air in order to help bring the giant down and he'd never done that much before. He had to try. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind currents around him. With focus, he changed the pattern of it swirling so that it would hit the giant straight in the face at the same time as Iron Man made impact.
It worked. The guy went down hard. Peter looked to Shaun on the way down and didn't notice the giants hand and smacked right into it. Peter fell hard onto concrete.
Shaun ran over to meet him. He put a hand on his shoulder. "Shit dude, you okay?"
Peter tried to get up and winced in pain. "Captain America dropped an airplane bridge on me." He lifted up the mask.
Shaun could feel his own adrenaline start to wear off. "Wow. Maybe we could just rest here for a minute."
Stark touched down a few feet from them. "You guys okay?"
He was met with tired nodding.
"All right, stay here, I'll send someone to pick you up."
***
SAN FRANCISCO,
Shaun was glad to be back in his own bed. Luckily, his family—mainly Katy—saw he was tired and didn't press for details. When he first got back he'd slept for like eleven hours nonstop. He rolled over and checked the notification on his phone.
Peter: I lived bitch
Attached was a photo of him with a black eye but giving a thumbs up.
Shaun: Oof. Hope it heals up soon.
Peter: Thanks. How are you doing?
Shaun: Tired, don't wanna go to school tomorrow.
Peter: I feel you fr.
Shaun: Wait, what time is it in New York?
Peter: 2 am
Shaun: Dude go to sleep!
Peter: Fiiinnnneeee. Curse you time zones.
Shaun: Good night spider man
Peter: Gn :D