This is a request given to me by coffee_____________ , as shown above. This is really different from what I usually write and I had no idea how to end it.

Yay, it's my birthday🎉! I'm one year close to me inevitable death...

Warnings: Swearing, blood, murder, death

Ships: IronStrange, Spideypool

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Peter was in the middle of a very boring English class when his Spidey Senses went off. Normally Peter, the hyper child of amazing-ness, would jump at the opportunity to get out of class and beat up some bad guys. But not today.

He sighed loudly before walking up to his teacher and asking for a bathroom pass. The teacher agreed, it was one less student he would have to teach for the next couple of minutes.

The brunette teen made his way out of the school in a grumpy mood. He didn't want to have to fight some random person that thought it would be a good idea to terrorise Queens at all, much less during school hours.

Changing into his Spider-Man suit and swinging angrily around for a couple of minutes, he came across someone he hadn't wanted to see for a very long time.

The Vulture.

Spider-Man sighed, swearing in his head that Fate is a bitch. That did not make Fate happy.

Peter Stark-Strange did not want to spend his Friday afternoon fighting the dickhead in front of him. He didn't want to arrive home covered in cuts and bruises. He didn't want to loose valuable planking time. But, even if he didn't want to, he knew he had to.

The Avengers and Deadpool, who had all been informed of Toomes's break out, were only minutes away from joining the fight.

"Pedro, vengeance shall be mine for what you have done to me!" The Vulture cackled madly. His eyes and hands were twitching, giving the impression to Peter that he was no longer mentally stable.

It seems that Adrian Toomes has been driven insane from his time in prison. What a pussy.

Peter groaned before trying to web up his ex-friend's father. Much to Peter's disappointment, the Vulture did not go down that easily.

Unlike every time that the hero and the villain fought, something in the universe shifted. I guess Fate really didn't like Peter cursing them out.

Just as Peter punched Toomes in the face, a burning acidic pain went through both of their skulls. It was as if someone had soaked skewers in vinegar and rock salt then shoved them slowly into the brains of the fighting duo.

Time itself seemed to slow down as Peter opened his eyes to find himself no longer in his own body. Somehow both of them had switched brains for no apparent reason.

While Peter was used to the agonising feeling seeing as he had a very high pain tolerance, Toomes was most certainly not. Toomes, in Spider-Man's body, fell unconscious from the agony his brain was going through just as the Avengers and Deadpool turned up.

Gasping in shock, everyone ran over to who they thought was Spider-Man. From the look of it, Toomes would definitely not awaken for a while.

Half of the Avengers took Toomes back to the tower while the other half, and Deadpool, turned to who they thought was the Vulture.

"How dare you hurt my Baby-Boy!" Wade shouted, even with the mask on, everybody could tell he was fuming.

"No, no! You misunder-" Peter stopped trying to explain as Thor's hammer was thrown at him.

Peter, in the Vulture's body, made a high pitched shriek and ran away. The heroes and civilians looked at the Vulture in shock, not thinking that a villain would make such a noise.

Disappearing into a dark alleyway somewhere in Midtown, Peter decided that the best way to figure out what was happening was to stay hidden until his family and boyfriend stopped looking for him.

That was easier said then done, especially since the Avengers brought in back up.

Venom, the Guardians of the Galaxy, Deadpool, T'Challa, every police officer in New York, and most of the Avengers were stalking the city for who they thought was Adrian Toomes.

The moment the heroes had been notified that Spider-Man had been injured due to some American lowlife, the amount of murderous intentions in the universe seemed to double.

Stephen, Bruce, Shuri, Mantis, and Peter's friends were looking after an unconscious Spider-Man at the tower. They had run test after test, examination after examination, to see what was wrong with him but came up empty handed.

Physically he was fine. No poison, stab wounds, gun shots, loss of blood, broken bones. Nothing

He was also mentally fine. Compared to any other brain, his brain activity was completely normal, if not a little heightened. But that could just be caused by his superpowers.

Toomes had been completely out for nearly 24 hours by the time that the heroes had found Peter.

They had checked every single bar, warehouse, street, and shop within 100 miles, only for them to find him in an alleyway right near the 'crime scene'.

The sound of a dozen guns could be heard reloading as Peter, in the body of the Vulture, turned around. The angry, positively blood thirsty looks on the faces of the people Peter considered family made him wince. He'd only ever seen them this angry when he disappeared for two weeks with Wade.

"H-Hey guys, look this is all a big misunderst-" Peter started, this time being interrupted by twelve of Natasha and Gamora's throwing knives.

Ducking away from the blades, Peter decided to recite one of his favourite vines. "Ah fuck, I can't believe you've done this!"

The entire group of heroes ignored his reference, immediately running towards the Vulture in hopes of drawing as much blood as possible.

"Eek!" Peter squeaked, trying to escape.

Venom attempted to grab him but Peter, even in the body of an old man, was much quicker.

Tony was attempting to blast him with his repulsors as Clint was shooting Peter with arrows.

Bullets seemed to fly at him left and right, most of them coming from Bucky, Rocket, Deadpool, and a couple of random police officers.

Random lasers, knives, Thor's hammer, and Captain America's shield flew at him all at once, making Peter do a series on indescribable flips and jumps. While he didn't have his normal body, he know exactly how to position himself gymnastics wise.

2 minute before a full 24 hours had passed, around 25 minutes of them fighting, Loki appeared out of thin air and stabbed the Vulture harshly between the ribs.

A loud, pain filled gasp echoed through the alleyway as everyone stopped their attacks. Peter fell to his knees, red blood coming out of his mouth as he coughed and clutched his stab wound.

"O-Oof!" Peter cried out, a small amount of blood dribbling down the sides of his mouth.

1 minute before a full 24 hours had passed, Peter, aka the Vulture, was loaded into an ambulance and sped away, a dozen police cars surrounding the ambulance.

Even though he was mortally wounded, no one wanted to take the chance that the Vulture would escape.

10 seconds before a full 24 hours had passed, the superheroes had all arrived back at the tower. It would have taken them a lot longer if it wasn't for Loki's magic.

1 second before a full 24 hours had passed, everybody surrounded Spider-Man's unconscious form.

24 hours had passed.

Peter, after opening his eyes from the pain that once again filled his skull, noticed he was back in his own body

The heroes all gasped in shock and happiness, surprised and thrilled that Peter had woken up.

"Name twin!"

"Baby-Boy!"

"Man of Spider's!"

"Peter!"

"Kid!"

"Spider boy!"

Tony and Stephen were about to jump forward and hug their son when they noticed a strange red stain starting to grow on the sheet covering Peter.

Peter turned his head towards his stab wound, which had somehow appeared on his own body and not remained on Toomes's.

"P-Peter?" Loki said, a horrified look covering the god's face. The mood in the room immediately turned from joy to horror.

The brunette teen looked up with big, brown, tear filled eyes. He knew enough about stabbing people that he would bleed out in less then a minute. Especially since Loki was the best stabber in the world. "It was all a misunderstanding."

The heroes were frozen in shock as the blood stain continued to grow. They were broken out of their shock by Pepper, who screamed bloody murder when she walked into the room to see her nephew bleeding out.

Everybody immediately rushed to get him medical attention, Gamora and Bucky running over to put pressure on the wound.

As they started to rocket around the room like chickens with their heads cut off, Peter's quiet voice made everyone freeze. "I love you guys."