[ New York ]

Happy tried to start his car quickly, as the footsteps of heavy armour began to be heard throughout the parking lot. It wasn't starting quick enough. There were now armoured men that were surrounding his vehicle.

-This wasn't good.

When the car was able to start moving, it was blocked by the armed men. He was pretty late in life, so he wasn't planning on killing anyone now. He put on the brakes and placed the car in an unusual position.

Stumbling over the dashboard, Happy grabbed his phone and began phoning Peter again. He knew that he was on the run, but he also knew that Peter would at least respond to him. He assumed there was a sense of trust between them because of Tony... and May.

"C'mon..." Happy frustratedly waited as Peter was still ringing. "What teen nowadays doesn't check their phone every five minutes!"

Hearing the sound of a grenade launcher being pumped, he looked to his right and saw a man aiming at the car. The armed men then stood back, waiting for him.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting m-"

Suddenly, the car was pushed to the side due to the immense force of the grenade. He felt the aftermath-feeling like his entire world was shaking. Loosening his head a bit, he looked as the armed individuals started approaching the car.

"Why do you only answer back when its Avengers crap." Happy kept on talking to calm himself from the situation at hand.

At a certain point, the soldiers stopped. When he looked in front, there was a body forming out of literal sand. He was serious-he was out for something.

"The code for the Avengers facility upstate. I need it." The sand-man said. "Or else..."

"Or else what?! You're going to kill me?! Try it!" Happy threatened with courage, something he rarely gets to show off.

"No... but Ms. Parker will." He looked at him with serious intent. Happy's face turned into a frown, not believing it. "She's at FEAST, right? You might want to give her a call."

"..." Happy hovered over his phone.

He wasn't going to put May in danger. This was coming as a friend. There was a reason Tony chose Peter to be his student-that meant having a responsibility with the Parker family. If he wasn't going to continue what Tony tried so hard to keep safe, then he was just failing him.

"0-5-2-9-7-0." Happy muttered, not being able to say it outright. "That's the code."

"If it isn't, I'll see Parker myself." The sand-man turned away, grabbing a phone from one of the men's pocket. He dialled a number, having someone receive it immediately. "052970... yeah. That's what he said."

Happy searched his surroundings for an opening-but there wasn't. All sides were covered with armed individuals that could fire at him at any moment. Even if the car was barely damaged from the explosion, a few magazines is enough to tear open a window. At this point, only mercy could keep him alive.

The sand-man turned around with the phone dropping to the floor. He broke it by stomping it, and menacingly looking back at Happy. Mercy was not at his side.

"He has no use... kill him."

They aimed their assault rifles at the car without a target, just unloading the first mag onto it. The sand-man added additional damage, forming his hands into two giant hammers and smashing it onto the car's hood. The car went slightly upwards, making Happy have to hold on tightly.

It wasn't going to hold up any longer. There was nowhere to go.

In his heart, he was sorry to Tony. He wasn't going to be able to be there for Peter-and what about Morgan? It's too unfortunate that things had to end this way.

Looking to his left, the glass began to become fractured from all the bullets penetrating it. It was only a matter of time now.

The sand-man formed a wrecking ball with spikes and aimed for the car's windshield. It was already on the verge of breaking. This was only going to complete the process. Closing his eyes, he accepted what was to come.

-Until a bundle of webs pulled the large ball back. It was strong, stable webs that threw the sand-man off.

Trying to look through the crowded, he saw the figure who had saved him hanging on the wall.

-Of course, it was Peter.

"Just stay put!" Spider-Man instructed to Happy.

Spider-Man launched to the sand-man, kicking him away. He fell on the hood of the car, shocked to see that Spider-Man was to rescue. The armed men were still under a trance and did not mind the web-slinger-opting to shoot at the car even more.

Spider-Man webbed the sand-man to the hood, disabling him from moving. He then stood over him, making sure he didn't escape. Shooting web at the guns of the attackers, he yanked them at opposite sides and hit the men in the head.

"PETER!" Happy shouted with such relief in the car.

"Huh?!" Spider-Man was caught off-guard, to say the least. "What Peter?! Who's Peter?!"

"The hell are you talking about?!" Happy shared the same feelings as him.

The sand-man broke from the web and knocked Spider-Man to the side. He fell off the side of the car, looking to the last remaining men. "Shoot him! Shoot the Spider!"

Immediately, the armed men heeded the order. They turned to Spider-Man and began opening fire. Using his sixth sense, he dodged all of the bullets that were sent to him. One by one, he started yanking the guns away from them so forcibly that they fell to the floor.

As the sand-man got into position, Spider-Man slid and kicked his face into the side of the car. With the sand-man dazed, Spider-Man started punching him without thinking. The groaning and the grunts were enough to stop him from continuing.

"Ma-Marko?" Spider-Man looked at him intently. "What-?"

"I missed you too, Spider." Marko laughed, head-butting him in the face. Spider-Man was seeing three, shaking his head to get his head right. When his eyes finally saw one of everything again, Marko was already falling apart into sand. "We'll meet soon."

-And like that, he was gone.

Spider-Man struggled to walk straight, feeling the aftermath of their fight. It was true that it had been a while since he had gotten to a fight of this caliber, but he didn't remember it being this hard. Leaning onto the damaged car, he tried to catch his breath.

The continuous action left him out of breath. At least the armed men who had been fighting alongside Marko were now sound asleep-not dead, of course.

With that, one of the car doors were slammed shut. Spider-Man turned to the side, as Happy approached him.

"One hell of a fight, huh?" Happy noted.

"Yeah, you could say." Spider-Man agreed, taking in the fresh air. "You alright?"

"Never better." Happy reported. He lent a hand, in which Spider-Man happily accepted. "New suit, new height, new voice changer? Hell's up with you, Peter?"

"I-um..." Spider-Man kept on looking around, trying to avoid contact with the desperately grasping questions of Happy. "I don't know what you're talking about. I think you're mistaking me for somebody else."

"I think I'm not. Look, they're trying to get May at FEAST. You know the way, right?"

"May? What May? The month?" Spider-Man tried his best to play dumb.

"No! May! Your aunt! You got hit in the head or what?!"

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"ON THE GROUND, NOW!" A woman commanded.

About a couple dozen S.W.A.T. and FBI units surrounded the area. More notably, there was a familiar woman leading the charge. It was Detective Moss.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN, PARKER!" Moss reminded, as everyone aimed at him. "Mr. Hogan, please step aside!"

She knows my name too? Spider-Man thought.

Everyone was now aiming their guns at Spider-Man. This was quite the event; it was something not even he imagined would happen. It was almost an inescapable situation. However, it was only 'almost.'

Spider-Man noticed the small fire that was burning a piece of metal just near the car. It was near the dishevelled engine, that was already leaking some of its contents. It was the perfect escape plan.

"Guys! If we could all just calm dow-" Happy was cut off.

Moss interrupted, "That's a highly wanted criminal right there, Hogan. Court's tomorrow, and I don't want you to be up there."

Hogan glanced at Spider-Man, biting his lip. "It isn't right. He saved me! How more obvious could it get?! Peter's not a murderer!"

"Stand down, Hogan! Hands up, Par-"

Spider-Man shot a web and raised the hood of the car. Kicking the flaming metal up, the car exploded instantaneously. As the flames scattered everywhere, the S.W.A.T. and FBI were not able to hold their positions. Out of the distraction, Spider-Man escaped.

As Moss stood up, she looked around. Her target was already gone. Similarly, Happy expressed the same thoughts as her.

"Goddamit, Hogan. This isn't going to look good on court." She frustratingly spoke, wiping the dirt of her suit. "If Parker isn't back behind bars by midnight, he'll be seeing life in the Raft."

"..."

"So, I suggest you give him a call." She began to leave, joining her fellow comrades.

Happy was left in the burning parking lot, as the sound of sirens were coming ever so closer. Before leaving the car, he did manage to grab his phone. If it was only a small chance, he decided to do it.

Placing the phone on his head, he patiently waited. "C'mon, kid. Give me something."

...

Dropping to an alleyway nearby, Spider-Man landed quite roughly. He didn't realize that there was a puddle from where he sat-which only added to the incredible luck that day. Even if he dodged all the bullets, it felt like he was shot.

Checking the side of his leg, he was right; however, it wasn't from a bullet. It was probably a part of the car that grazed his leg as he went to go after Marko. It stopped him from twisting his leg properly, not a good sign from someone like him.

I swear, I was just sitting on the couch.

The place he was in didn't seem familiar. The streets, buildings, and even the surrounding islands looked the same-but not the feel. It didn't feel like the New York he fell in love with and wanted to protect. There was something that was... unique to this place.

Taking off the mask, he let out a large sigh.

"That wasn't Marko, right?"

Peter (Tobey) saw that face before many years ago-the man who killed Uncle Ben. Now, he was back there? Marko had promised him that he would leave that criminal life behind, and yet he was out there trying to take the innocent lives of others. So much for a promise.

-And now, they were on opposite sides again.

Feeling the determination to go out and find him, Peter (Tobey) tried to stand up. That is, until he heard a crack on his back.

On second thought, that could wait.

Peter (Tobey) dropped back to the ground, wincing in pain.

Peter. Peter. Peter.

"They called my name..." Peter (Tobey) said out loud to try and process that. Those people in the parking lot recognized him. Did they really know him? Was it a wild guess? Did he have his mask on? "It can't be..."

No, only a few people knew that he was Spider-Man. It was probably a wild guess. Maybe someone had tipped them after seeing Peter (Tobey) unmasked, unknowingly. Did MJ tell the world he was Spider-Man after their breakup? Maybe... he couldn't let that fact sli-

Spider-Man / Pe-

-Were the only words he could make out when he saw a newspaper flapping quite furiously on the wall. Seeing it being from a Daily Bugle-albeit a different logo-looked rather promising.

"Didn't know Jameson was going under renovation." Peter (Tobey) talked to himself as he took the newspaper from the wall.

Spider-Man / Peter Parker - Missing in Action Again! Day Before the Trial of the Century!

Peter (Tobey) opened his mouth, "What..?"