#he also shot at his friend to test the energy shield from a new alien knickknack they found

[i-suggest-weed]

*likes a smart and cunning character* oh thank god the curse has been broken I can finally li- *another character with absolutely zero brain cells pops up* oh for fucks sake here we go again

[pineapplebread]

Can we talk about a Pacific Rim AU where Steve hasn’t piloted a jaeger in years and retired from public life since his last drift partner Bucky died on a mission? And then Fury calls him back to the Shatterdome when a new invasion attacks and he meets Tony? And they’re both sad and too gay to function but there are giant robots and aliens and soulmatism? Okay, buckle up:

Steve Rogers was part of the first groups of pilots for the experimental jaeger program headed by Nick Fury, Howard Stark, and Peggy Carter and sponsored by SHIELD. It was a group created to fight the threat of alien invasions that came out of a rift in the ocean floor, monsters called kaiju. Jaegers (giant robots) were built in response to fight these threats.

It was with Steve that they discovered that it takes more than one pilot to successfully run a jaeger, and with two minds joined with the robot, it is significantly more powerful and better controlled. The catch is that the pilots must be completely in sync with one another, or “drift compatible.” By being in the drift together, they have access to each other’s thoughts, memories, intentions, and it takes a lot of trust to drift.

Steve’s co-pilot is Bucky Barnes, his childhood best friend. Together they pilot Captain America, the most advanced jaeger of the fleet at the time. They’re one of the most successful teams, with the highest kaiju kill count. They become national heroes and are often sent out to take care of the most difficult and dangerous missions. 

On one such mission, everything goes horrifically wrong, and Bucky dies in action. Steve is devastated. They were still in the drift when Bucky was ripped out of the cockpit by the kaiju, and the severance of his mind where it connected with Steve’s nearly drove him crazy. It took everything he could to finish the kaiju and survive. After that mission and Bucky’s death, Steve swears he will never pilot another jaeger again, he can’t. He disappears from the public eye and lives a quiet life in the wilderness, until the day Nick Fury comes knocking on his door.

The invasions are coming in quicker succession, he’s told. SHIELD has lost many good pilots, and there are few who can do what Steve and Bucky did. He’s needed again. There’s a war to fight. It takes a lot to convince Steve, but it’s been over ten years, and while he still misses Bucky, maybe Steve can fight for the greater good again. He agrees to meet with Fury in the New York Shatterdome.

There, Steve meets young Tony Stark. He’s the son of the late Howard Stark who had co-founded the jaeger program (Howard and his wife were assassinated by anti-jaeger extremists who think the existence of jaegers invite kaiju invasions). Tony is the head of the Jaeger Advancement Research Venture Institution Syndicate and he’s rebuilding the old jaegers as well creating new ones with better weapons and defense. He created arc reactor technology to pilot new jaegers with more efficient clean energy. He got his hands on Steve’s old rig, Captain America and not only fixed her but made her a new shield with a magnetic return and better recoil as well as an updated AI system Tony built himself.

Tony is intelligent and sarcastic and ridiculous and Steve is painfully reminded of Bucky. Tony takes no shit and doesn’t pull his punches, and he’s sharp as a whip, but he’s also kind and understanding, and his big brown eyes are so sad. Steve can’t help but be drawn into Tony’s orbit but he can’t pay afford to attention to that because he needs to find a new partner and he was told Tony isn’t an option. He’s not a pilot.

Steve runs through a gamut of potential drift partners and none of them work. He’s not drift compatible with any of them. He misses Bucky, and he doesn’t think it’s possible to drift ever again. His mind is too loud to let anyone else in. Fury finds him more candidates. They aren’t compatible either. 

Meanwhile Tony has been on the sidelines taking notes to collect the data. Steve has a sudden idea, and maybe maybe maybe. Why not?  He wants to try with Tony. Tony recoils. He says no. “Apparently I'm volatile, self-obsessed, and don't play well with others.” 

The newest kaiju horde they named the Chitauri are at their doorsteps. Steve still doesn’t have a partner. He’s at a point where he thinks he’s just going to get into Cap by himself. At the last moment, as he’s suiting up for the final test run, Tony comes in and says he can try to see if a drift with Steve would work, but he warns him he’s not the kind of guy to lay down on the wire for others. Steve smiles and doesn’t believe him. 

They’re drift compatible. Their connection is stronger than anything Steve has ever felt and there are a few bumps in the road when they train, they often clash and they fight a lot, but this is it. This is the bond he’s looking for.

When they’re in the drift together, Steve realizes that Tony’s reservations about being a pilot are because his best friend, James Rhodes had been a jaeger pilot, now retired after his injuries. Tony had been in War Machine with Rhodes when the mission had gone horribly wrong and Rhodes was injured, resulting in the loss of the use of his legs. Afterwards, Tony became obsessed with building more powerful jaegers to keep his friends, and the world safe. Tony just wants to build suit of armor around the world.

They end up piloting Captain America together. The battle begins, and they’re part of the front line with Thor and Bruce Banner who copilot Thundering Hulk, and Natasha Romanov and Clint Barton who copilot Widow Archer. They almost all get destroyed in the first wave of the invasion. They survive, but just barely. 

After Steve is knocked unconscious during the initial battle, and they’re surrounded by Chitauri with no way out, Tony ejects Steve from the cockpit in a lifepod and stares down the horde himself. He still has a nuclear payload strapped to Cap but her autopilot function is shot, and there’s only one way to get the payload close enough to have any effect. Tony knows it’s going to be a one way trip but he needs to manually pilot into the portal the Chitauri had opened in the tectonic plates deep in the ocean and detonate it there. 

Somehow, Tony manages to send Captain America into the portal and just barely survives after ejecting in a lifepod at the last moment. The old jaeger is lost, but the mission is successful, and the nuclear detonation in the portal manages to close the wormhole and kill the remaining kaiju. 

On the surface, Steve regains consciousness thinks he’s just lost yet another driftmate and copilot when Tony’s pod bobs up in the water. Steve rips open the door of the pod to find Tony unconscious, and he fears the worst, but Tony wakes after CPR. After Tony says, “please tell me nobody kissed me,” Steve could weep with relief. 

Tony babbles, apologizing that he destroyed Cap, he’s sorry, he’ll rebuild her again, even better this time, but Steve doesn’t care. He’s just so happy Tony is alive, he hauls him in for a kiss, and for the first time in a long time, his mind quiets.

And Tony does rebuild Captain America. He adds rocket launchers, repulsors, and gold to her red, white and blue. Her new call sign is Iron Patriot.

[ask-purpled-and-blued]

Crimsoned

Honestly? This could’ve turned out a whole lot worse.

Really, it all started with the invitation. He knew Dream decently well and they had mutual respect. Why would Purpled not check out his server? Especially when people were making content and making connections there.

Personal and some business. Win-win.

—

He accepted the invite to the SMP and intended to make an impact. Built a super cool base, got decently stacked, tamed some dogs. He even got to make some friends.

So what if he was a bit out of the loop sometimes. He’d show up to back up his friends when they needed it. He’d stand up to anyone trying to trick him or make him the butt of their joke. He’d be a good samaritan and help people out from time to time. He didn’t need much more than a thank you and some iron.

It’s also just easier to “borrow” things if he doesn’t come to mind easily.

—

Sure, missing huge events sucks.

He leaves the server for one (1) day to have lunch with some friends and his communicator is blowing up with the SMP’s open chat and VCs.

By the time he makes it back, the fighting’s being settled with a duel before anyone even tells him what the stakes are. It’s frustrating to have his dms and voice call attempts ignored in the aftermath, but he gets it. It’s fine.

It’s also fine when he finds out about the new country and they don’t let him join. Being neutral’s suited him so far and even if the thought was nice, he’s only on speaking terms with like three people there. It’d be awkward and he’d rather not insist on that.

So he flies solo for a bit. Just his dogs, sometimes Ponk, and his bedwars squad.

He builds, he mines, he breaks beds. Life goes on.

Then he gets another invitation. Hand-written by Tubbo.

There’s a festival. And honestly he wasn’t expecting to even be invited. Things were sort of tense between everyone else at the moment, he wasn’t sure if he should even show up to a large event in unfamiliar territory.

...

Fuck it, he has pearls. Tubbo’s giving a speech and it’s been forever since they’ve talked. Maybe they’ll have some time to catch up before spats inevitably break out and emotions boil over. Then he can pearl out and check off his monthly human interaction quota.

A safe plan that goes not at all to plan.

Tubbo walls off to talk to someone away from everyone else. Schlatt pulls the twist of a lifetime. Technoblade was apparently on this server and killed Tubbo in front of everyone.

At least the speech was nice. He’d tell Tubbo that if he hadn’t just gone into auto pilot and killed Tommy because someone yelled to.

He, he should probably get home. Dogchamp was still waiting for him.

Yeah, he’ll do that.

—

It’s odd.

After this long doing mindless busy work on the server and grinding bedwars, he’s almost in shock when someone turns up on his cabin doorstep.

Karl, apparently. He’s asking if Purpled would like to help Dream and Schlatt defend Manberg. Offers up a shield.

And Purpled’s indecisive about it.

He takes the shield, accepts and promises he’ll be ready. But then turns around and starts wondering who he should be loyal to.

He’s been neutral this whole time. It would’ve been so easy to just turn Karl down and bite back if they tried to force him to help them.

But he hasn’t seen anyone on this server in ages. Hasn’t sat down and had a chat for even longer. What did Manberg stand for? Why was it being attacked? Who did he just ally with? Who would he be fighting?

He has no details and Karl and Schlatt have offered him none. Dream’s dm to stay away from Manberg is pretty pointless now, considering he’s already signed up for whatever this is.

It takes him until after the first shots are fired, but he’s made his choice.

He sides with L’Manberg’s people and hopes it doesn’t bite him.

It’s a win until it isn’t. He’s glad his pearl reflexes are still up to snuff, otherwise he would’ve been done for for sure.

He witnesses a murder and says nothing about it. Kills a wither and pockets its star. Watched Technoblade threaten some children.

Maybe it’d be best to stay away from anything government-related for the time being.

—

New era, new home!

He’s got a really cool base idea in mind and he’s tested out the basics of the redstone on a pocket single-player world.

He terraforms, builds, and adjusts things until the sun goes down. And even then he keeps busy.

Farming, building, bedwars. He hasn’t seen anyone in a while-

There’s a dirt platform.

There’s an ugly fucking dirt platform that’s right over his cove. And apparently it’s a whole other country right over his home.

He wonders if it’d be worth calling up those anarchists in the woods about it.

He decides to just leave and hope it goes away.

—

He spends a lot of time away after that. Recharges in the company of friends and even takes a break from the grind too. It’s just him in Hypixel Housing with his dogs having a little vacation.

—

He comes back to the server with a lot of energy and a need to use it.

Calls up Ponk about a new business venture.

Real estate.

During his time away he had plenty of time to think about the server and distance himself from it to do so.

People value their stuff so much.

Their pets, their disks, their builds. They well and truly care about them all.

One thing they don’t really care about is the land.

It gets blown up by creepers and burnt out ex-politicians. It’s fought over, sure, but so was a goddamn cow. People will take any excuse for violence on this server.

But the point is that land claims are very valuable and very subjective. No one’s writing up deeds by the coordinate, and he and Ponk will take advantage of that.

—

It could’ve gone worse.

They technically won that duel. Antfrost owes them iron now. Scam successful.

But it raised a lot of issues.

How are they going to handle people who they can’t overpower? Can they use the law angle without getting targeted by Technoblade? How big do they want this scheme to get? How are they going to sustain it?

There are so many complications he didn’t think about before going into it. He doesn’t regret any of it, but damn he wishes he’d planned for contingencies.

Like what to do when Ant’s ally, BadBoyHalo, comes walking up to him and asks if he’d like to see something cool.

He wants to say no. He is probably going to be lured into a room and spawn trapped by the Badlands until he agrees that Ant doesn’t owe anything.

Or maybe he watches too many movies.

Regardless, Bad is over a foot taller than him and hunts Dream down on the side for fun and the content. Purpled is not in a position to resist, PvP experience means jack shit right now.

So he follows Bad to the spawner and down some more stairs.

—

Alright, he’d take the spawn trapping over whatever this situation is. This is actual horror movie shit.

There’s an egg and apparently it’s the source of all the shit that’s growing on the surface right now and Purpled does not want to be this close to it. He’s seen the alien horror movies he knows that thing has bad vibes and it’s totally gonna-

...

It’s gonna make a terrifying amount of sense.

No, no no no no. No!

He is not about to get mentally and emotionally and morally dissected by a fucking egg. He wants no part in this. He doesn’t wanna be here. This is all crazy and this egg can’t do any of those things!

He doesn’t care that Badboyhalo would probably yeet him across the room. He’s struggling and trying not to hyperventilate because the air in here is fucking disgusting and he doesn’t want that shit in his lungs.

He tells Bad he hates this and that he’s weird and crazy and that the egg’s going to ruin everything and leave nothing behind.

...

Yeah, fat fucking chance of that. The egg just wants to take over everything and spread all over the place, it doesn’t actually care about any of them. Bad is being played like a fool and whatever it offered him it won’t give him.

...

It can’t give it to him. It is a fucking egg.

That’s not even what Purpled wants! No amount of wealth is gonna make him ever tolerate this mess.

...

No.

If Bad or any of the egg’s other puppets even look at Dogchamp, Purpled will TNT Machine every chunk on this goddamn server to bedrock.

L’Manberg will look like a creeper hole in comparison.

...

Bet. Think it’s a bluff, Purpled has a surplus of sand already. He just needs to cut a deal with someone for the gunpowder and he’ll be set.

...

This is getting no one anywhere. Purpled refuses to be a part of this fucking cult and the egg can’t make him.

Why not just let him go and try again elsewhere?

...

That wasn’t a challenge. It was a statement. A fact, if you would.

...

He’s not trembling, it’s just hot in here. He has no reason to be scared of an egg.

This is a waste of time and they should just all pretend it didn’t happen.

...

He’s not scared- he just-

It’s hard to breathe, how can Bad stand it? It’s so hot and humid and miserable.

It’s not hyperventilating, it’s Purpled trying to regulate his breathing.

The egg’s seeing things. This isn’t working. It’s a waste of time. They might as well just let him go.

He’s never going to bend to the will of an egg.

...

How is it not bending to it’s will if it demands obedience and compliance? Is the egg stupid? Is that why it still insists on keeping him here?

Purpled’s not going to help an egg cover the server in its gross ass vines. Not now, not ever.

...

Obsidian walls won’t make this work any better.

...

It really won’t.

...

It’s not- Are they even still there?

The egg can’t move, but Bad is definitely not here. He’d be all loud and annoying about it.

...

Purpled does not miss Bad. Not when he’s being a creepy cult member.

He’s hardly better at conversation than the egg itself. It makes no difference whether he’s left or not.

...

That’s just fucking rude. Purpled’s not even gonna humor that one.

“Does it matter if you’re gone?” What a fucking joke.

...

This is just his life now, isn’t it? Stuck in this hole because an egg’s being a stubborn loser about having a shitty pitch.

...

That pitch was absolutely shitty.

Not in any way persuasive. Purpled’s honestly surprised the egg even has Bad with how terrible its tactics are.

...

Oh haha. Asking the captive for tips on how to better indoctrinate captives. Yeah, sure!

...

That’s not even his area of expertise. All he knows is math, bedwars, and now a bunch of loopholes.

...

It wants to talk real estate? Why on God’s green earth should Purpled open himself to conversation with this thing?

...

It did work. It totally worked.

...

The egg’s approach was worse! And no Purpled will not explain why!

...

Why does the egg even want this SMP? The land’s all gone to shit anyways and it’s constantly getting wrecked.

...

It’s serious? It is 100% serious about this right now?

...

Fuck. That’s-

...

Purpled still doesn’t want a part in this. He just wants hang out with his friends and not deal with this server’s bullshit anymore.

...

That’s fair but also the egg makes people lamer. Having egg friends is worse than not having friends.

...

That’s. Well, he could do that. Have the egg and also not have friends. Have a part in taking all that land and be able to make the most of it. Be able to-

Nope, pump the breaks. Nuh uh.

...

Shouldn’t have given it that much shit about its approach then. Purpled has to concede that much at this point.

...

Even if it seems inevitable at this point, the egg shouldn’t get ahead of itself.

There’s always the chance that someone busts in right now and pulls Purpled out before he loses the rest of his sanity down here choking on humid, tainted air. That someone will notice he’s missing without having left the server and they’ll go looking.

...

Yeah, it was a weak hope.

—

It could’ve been so much worse.

But there’s still time to make it even worse.

He’s got a base no one ever checks that has sewer access. It’d be the most use he ever got out of Area 51 and it’d be hella ironic.

They can plant more vines in there or even move the egg itself in there to keep it safe. It doesn’t seem like a very good idea to have it where people with ill intent can fuck with it.

There are places on the server where no one goes or walks by. They can plant more there and let it run as wild as it pleases.

If they’re strategic about their placement, they can take over so much of the land. The people in it can be converted after.

He didn’t want to be here and on some level he probably still doesn’t.

But he’s not one to half ass things.

He didn’t want to be here and neither will anyone else they’re going to convert.

He can’t bring himself to care anymore.

The egg’s easier. As much as he hates giving up, why was he even really trying? What was worth resisting for?

He remembers, but it doesn’t seem all that worth it anymore.

Maybe it never was.

[somedayonbroadway]

*spits out coffee* first of all, wow the avengers thing and the car chase thing were a m a z i n g, second, i’m intrigued by tony stark jack and spider-man race uwu

Thank you so much! I am really excited about this one! I hope you all like it!

TW Suicidal thoughts, violence, murder, child abuse, and much angst!

Read more below!

OKAY SO

In this AU, Tyler James Higgins, or Race, as he’s more affectionately known by some of his social workers, is Spiderman. When he was born, his parents gave him up for adoption. He grew up in the system, running away from several homes, eventually being taken in by a Mr. Kloppman when he was about thirteen. Kloppman introduces Race to pop culture, old movies and shows that Race loves so much. Kloppman takes a liking to him and tells Race he is going to adopt him. A couple weeks before the paperwork can be finalized, Kloppman is shot and killed in a home invasion. Race is in the house when it happens. He gets locked in a closet by the man who saved his life, only to break out and hold his foster father in his arms as he dies.

Race is placed in another home. A home with a man named Wiesel. Obadiah Wiesel.

Suffice to say that Race spends as little time in the house as he can when he’s fourteen. Weasel was never kind to him. Not from day one when he didn’t so much as give Race dinner.

There are two other boys who live there. Oscar and Morris. Brothers who take what they can get and tear down whoever gets in their way. Race included. They are both older than him and bigger than him.

Race sleeps in the streets sometimes. He often finds odd ways to roam around the city with his only friend, Albert DaSilva who he meets at school the first day he goes after moving in with Weasel.

One night he’s out alone. And he’s just done. Weasel had done it all again. He’d made Race feel inferior, like he was nothing.

Like Kloppman’s death was his fault.

The kid has nothing but a can of spray paint on him as he’s walking through alleys towards the Brooklyn Bridge.

The boy is smart. Very smart. Kloppman had called him a genius when he’d been alive. Race loves science, math and history. He loves to learn new things and he has an unhealthy obsession with science fiction and anything related to it.

He loves the superheroes he grew up hearing stories about. Especially the famous Iron Man. A hero that surfaced when Race was only twelve. Jack Kelly. A prodigy, genius, billionaire kid who was named Iron Man when he was only twenty two.

On this particular night, Race is just walking, intending on spraying some kind of note on the side of a building. A note of what, he isn’t sure. Maybe someone will find it someday. Someone will care.

He goes stops at an alleyway. It looks like it’s near a lab of some kind. And he freezes. He has nothing to say.

Maybe it’ll be better if he just disappears. He goes to walk away, never to be heard from again when he feels a pinch on his back.

He reaches back to figure out what it was, coming back with a spider crawling on his finger. He gasps and throws it to the ground, stepping on it and killing it immediately.

But he feels a little different.

He thinks maybe the spider is poisonous. Then, as he continues walking, he finds he’s not dying. His senses are heightened, his reflexes are ridiculously fast and he sticks to surfaces without trying to.

He initially tries to figure out what happened to him but then comes to embrace it, thinking about helping people like Mr. Kloppman who didn’t deserve what happened to him.

The man who killed Kloppman was never caught. Race wants to make it ultimate goal to kill the man, at first. But as he embraces his new self, he tries to change his mind, determined to help people rather than focus his energy on hurting the bad guys.

Anyways, he makes his own suit, his own web shooters.

Oscar and Morris know something’s up. Race always manages to get out of beatings, to get food, to not drop things like he used to all the time. But they can never prove anything.

CIVIL WAR

One day, when Race has to actually go home after school, per Weasel’s orders, he finds a really fancy looking car outside the apartment building. He never expected to find the one and only Jack Kelly sitting on Weasel’s couch with a cup of crappy coffee in his hands that he was absolutely not enjoying. Weasel was trying to be friendly to him, making small talk and even trying to discreetly clean up around the filthy apartment.

Race freezes. He has no idea what to do. But Jack’s fake smile turns into a grin when he sees the kid there. And Race almost runs away before Weasel asks him very pointedly why Race didn’t tell him he applied to be an intern at Kelly Industries. And Race doesn’t have an answer. So, Jack asks if he can talk to Race in private. Race takes Jack back into one of the only two bedrooms in the apartment. Oscar and Morris pretend to be friendly to Race on their way out.

Jack can see him flinching the whole time.

Race tries to explain to Jack that there must be some kind of mistake, but Jack brings his arm up. He’s wearing a piece of his suit. He shows Race a video. A video Race is in.

Spiderman.

Jack asks him if it’s him. Race tries to deny it. He says no. Spiderman has to be at least twenty five. Jack says he’s probably right and then reaches up towards the vent in the ceiling, pulling it down and revealing Race’s homemade suit that Race immediately grabs and tries to hide.

Jack laughs and asks him again. And Race says yes. He sees Race’s small collection of computers and asks where he got them. Race admits he and his best friend found them in the garbage and were fixing them up. Jack approves. He asks who else knows that he’s the Spiderman and Race says no one. Jack asks him if he has a passport and Race gets a little nervous.

He insists that he can’t just leave. He has school and tests and--

Jack stops him right there.

“Ya got a foster dad who puts on a show for rich visitors, two foster brothers who don’t give a damn whether ya come or go, teachers who don’t notice the bruises or the way you’re practically begging for a real meal everyday when you go to school. But now? Now ya got a gift. Ya got a big brain in that head a’ yours n’ ya got an opportunity ta help out someone who happens ta have a lot of money n’ a lot of computers to play with.”

Race can’t argue with that. And Jack takes Race to Berlin.

Jack takes a liking to Race. The kid is nervous around him. Jack gets him on a private jet and Race is almost terrified to move around him, however with his right hand man, Specs, Race seems to be completely comfortable. He’s still an energetic kid, which Jack learns he hides from Weasel because if he talks too much, Weasel hits him. But with Jack and Specs, Race opens up quick.

In Berlin, Race learns he is needed to help Jack talk some sense into Captain America, a man Jack calls “Davey.” Jack makes Race a new suit. Race almost cries when he sees it. He doesn’t get many gifts.

Jack walks him through what will happen, tells him to keep his distance and lay low.

Race goes into battle against Davey. He steals the famous shield and Davey goes easy on him, his intentions good. He stops Race as gently as he could, for a kid with super strength.

Jack sees Race continuing to put up a fight, eventually being thrown far and getting the wind knocked out of him. The only way he can stop Race from getting back up to fight is by threatening to tell Weasel who he was.

He apologizes for it so much later. Race won’t admit it. He won’t admit that he’s Weasel’s favorite punching bag.

After this whole ordeal, Jack takes Race back to Harlem, where he lives with Weasel. He offers to let Race stay in his guest house. But Race turns him down, telling Jack that he’s still available whenever Jack needs him.

HOMECOMING

Only a couple weeks later, Race is back into his rhythm, going to school and then being the friendly neighborhood spiderman afterwards. He loves helping people with any problem they might have. He eventually accidentally outs himself to Albert who does become his “guy in the chair.”

Race constantly calls up Specs, wanting to work with Jack again only for Specs to constantly ghost him. One day, Race stops a bank robbery where he discovers that these criminals have very powerful, very alien looking weapons and he barely makes it out.

Jack calls him, telling him not to engage again.

Race can’t listen. He’s getting bullied at school by his foster brothers, he avoids going home because Weasel has been getting more and more irritable lately. He doesn’t know what else to do with himself.

He follows these guys again, getting fought by a man with a winged suit. He almost drowns. Jack saves him. Well, Jack’s suit. Jack scolds Race from the other side of the world while also trying his best to convey his worry for the kid.

Race still doesn’t stop. He doesn’t know how.

Eventually, Race tracks down a weapons sale that happens to be happening on a boat. Long story short, the boat is eventually cut in half by one of the dangerous weapons. Jack, who had called Race before and heard him in trouble, showed up to help. He saves the ship and Race and takes Race back to his tower and Race accuses Jack of not caring because if he actually cared, he’d be there instead of sending a machine in his place.

That’s when Jack steps out of his suit.

He tells Race he needs the suit back and Race breaks. He begs Jack not to take it away from him, claiming that he’s nothing without the suit.

Jack says if he’s nothing without the suit, then he shouldn’t have it.

Jack buys Race some ridiculous clothes to wear and tries to take Race to Albert’s house. But Race doesn’t want to have to talk to Albert, so Jack takes him to Weasel’s.

Jack knows Weasel is going to hit him. And he very discreetly threatens him.

Weasel doesn’t hit Race that night. But that doesn’t make anyone feel better.

Race eventually figures out that the dealer of all these weapons is actually Weasel himself and ends up facing Weasel in his old, homemade suit.

Weasel nearly kills him.

Albert does what he can to help Race and ends up calling Specs who hangs up on him.

Race gets himself out of it all and gets Weasel arrested.

Jack tries to make him an avenger, but Race declines, telling him that he’s still just a kid and he’s still learning how to do all of this. And then he tells Jack that’s he’s being placed in another boy's home in Queens.

Jack intercepts this.

He and Katherine (his girlfriend) takes Race in.

Months go by. Race and Jack are as close as ever, even if Jack isn’t truly raising Race, his hired nanny is. Miss Medda. She is the one really taking care of him while Jack does his Iron Man thing.

(Someone breaks into Jack’s tower at some point and tries to take Race hostage. Someone remind me to write this)

Anyways,

Infinity War happens.

INFINITY WAR

Race is on a bus, on a field trip when it happens. He sees aliens attacking and he sneaks away to help Jack, meeting a Spot Conlon and a Myron along the way.

Jack tells him to go back, to get away when things get out of hand.

Race gets beamed up to the spaceship, Jack saves him when he starts to lose oxygen and gives him a new suit he’d been working on for him. He tells Race to go home to Katherine and Medda.

Race finds a way back on that ship.

Jack is angry when he finds out that Race did the exact opposite of what he was told. Race jokingly blames him. Jack argues with him, but eventually lets him help.

Jack and Race save Myron and Myron gets angry at them, telling them that if they’re going to take their fight straight to the bad guy, then he needs them to know that he would let both of them die to save the time stone that he had.

This upsets Jack. Race is just a kid.

But he makes Race an avenger.

The ship they’re on crashes. Race, who loves old movies, is quoting and making references to movies the whole time just before they are attacked by the guardians of the galaxy. Race is held at gunpoint by the leader of them, a man named Kenny. Jack flips and threatens to shoot one of the other men they were attacked by, only to find out they’re all on the same side.

This mini team forms a plan to defeat Snyder (yes, it’s still Snyder) and Jack reluctantly lets Race help, telling him to keep his distance. Snyder gets a hold on Race at some point, choking him, almost killing him.

They almost stopped him. Kenny messes it up. Snyder killed his own daughter. The love of Kenny’s life.

Eventually, by threatening Jack’s life, Snyder gets Myron to give up the time stone.

Snyder snaps his fingers, destroying half of the universe. A random half of the universe.

Jack watches almost everyone around him turn to dust. He looks around for Race only to feel the kid crash into him, shaking and hardly breathing.

And his heart drops.

Race begins to cry. He’d say he didn’t wanna go. That he didn’t feel good and he didn’t want to go. Jack would grip onto him, just as Race is clinging to him, promising that everything would be alright, that he was going to be just fine.

Race calls Jack “Dad” as he fades to dust.

Jack screams.

ENDGAME

Jack is lost in space for some time with only Graves there with him, a created daughter of Snyder. Eventually they are rescued and brought home.

Jack expresses how he wishes he’d just died up there with him and Davey calls it survivor's guilt.

Jack doesn’t want to hear it.

Jack tries to move on. He really does. He and Katherine have a kid. A little girl.

But that doesn’t make anything else go away. It doesn’t make the pain go away.

The team reaches out to him when they find a possible solution.

It’s been five years. And Jack still thinks about Race everyday. He has nightmares every night for a year, reliving Race disappearing in his arms.

When they reach out to him, Jack is reluctant. But he agrees.

He agrees because of Racer.

Spoiler alert, Race comes back, along with the other half of the universe. All in the middle of an epic battle. And the second Jack sees him, beat up and all, he runs to him. There’s chaos around them. But Jack just hugs him. And he holds him for a long time.

Until they have to fight again.

The battle is long and Jack makes it his mission to protect Race the whole time.

Up till the very end, when Jack has to snap his fingers.

Race is watching it all happen. And he screams when Jack falls to the ground. He runs to him and falls to his knees in front of him and cries, begging him to stay with him. He lets Jack cradle his face and run a hand through his hair and kiss his head while he sits there dying. And Katherine comes over to tell Jack that they’re gonna be okay. That he can rest.

Jack dies that day, knowing he saved Race and protected his family. And he’s okay with that.

Race however is completely heartbroken.

He wants to build a time machine.

But that’s a story for another time.

Anyways, I love this RP so much. Let me know if there’s any scenes you guys wanna see or any questions you guys have! Thank you so much!

[marvelmando]

tempest [p.parker x o.c.] - eleven

notes: part two y’all! thanks for sticking with me :) i have a new one-shot in the works, so keep an eye out for that!

contains: swearing, most likely

pairing: peter parker + fem! o.c.

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PART TWO  — AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR

MARIN FROST NODDED APPRECIATIVELY DOWN AT THE MAN WORKING THE RECEPTIONIST DESK, AFTER LOFTILY FLASHING HER ALL-ACCESS BADGE WITH A GROWING SMIRK. It had been only a few months since she’d last been at the old Avengers Tower, and although the staff knew her face and identity well-enough, Marin still liked showing off her badge to anyone she met.

She weaved through the thinned crowd of the Tower’s lobby, making her way to the main elevator, the one that would take her straight into the living space of Tony’s old penthouse. It was nearing lunchtime, which meant that the building wasn’t as busy as Marin suspected it normally was. Despite the Avengers headquarters moving upstate, the Tower in Midtown Manhattan was still a hub for workers of Stark Industries.

Glancing around the mass of people passing her, Marin couldn’t help but search for a familiar face. She entered a half-filled elevator car with only a slight mix of disappointment and embarrassment, for having caught herself feeling disappointed for not finding him. After all, it was a weekday, and Peter Parker was most likely still at school.

Marin chewed down on her lower lip. The upstate headquarters were nearly two hours away from the city, and despite having an arsenal of Quinjets at her disposal, Marin simply never had the time to visit. Between constant training sessions with Natasha, and the hours she spent tinkering on various gadgets with Tony, Marin managed to go several months at a time without seeing her friend. In fact, the last time she’d seen Peter was Christmas, also coincidentally the last time she’d been at the Tower, when Tony and Pepper had hosted a small Christmas day gathering and invited Peter and May along for dinner.

As the elevator approached the ninety-seventh floor, Marin mentally cursed Tony for sending her forth alone. Tony hadn’t said what they were doing in Manhattan, only that there was a surprise planned for later that night.

A voice chimed, “Welcome back, Marin Frost.”

Marin smiled. “Thanks, FRIDAY.” Her smile twisted into a curious frown. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know what Tony’s got planned, would you?”

“Mr. Stark has ordered me not to divulge any information pertaining to his surprise for this evening.” FRIDAY answered, her robotic voice pleasant and, if Marin didn’t know any better, the AI even sounded slightly conspiratorial.

Marin huffed a laugh. “Of course, why do I even bother?”

She moseyed around the room, making her way into the open kitchen where not two years ago, she’d met Tony for the first time and propositioned him for a spot on the Avengers team. She plucked an apple from the fridge and took a bite. “Hey, FRIDAY, why’d Tony send me here first, anyway?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that either, Miss Frost.”

“Figures.”

Marin sat in silence as she finished her apple. Her mind wandered, from the possibility that Tony’s surprise was offering Marin a spot on the Avengers, to what Peter could be doing at the moment. Five minutes went by, and without something to chew on to keep her busy, she picked up another apple, this time for practice.

As far as her training went, most of the first year was discovering what she was capable of. She practiced her flying and energy assaults most of all, then moved on to discover that she could create solidified objects, and even drain the energy from most electronics. Tony did a lot of research on what exactly made up her energy, and after months of observation and digging, he surmised a couple of theories.

He said her energy resembled something called Cosmic Energy, which was the energy usually found in space, or specifically, stars. Except that theory wasn’t as accurate, because Marin didn’t draw the energy from anything besides herself, and certainly not from celestial bodies. Another theory was that she manipulated Quantum Energy, which was more likely than Cosmic Energy, but still not definitive enough. All they knew was that the energy came from inside her, and took a lot of concentration to control it properly. Hence why she’d been recently working on her control.

Flying came surprisingly naturally to Marin, but it was the precise, focused directions with her energy that tended to swerve her aim.

Marin focused on the apple in front of her, forming a small blade of energy in her hand, shaping it to resemble some sort of knife. She sliced carefully at the apple, taking off a chunk. Smiling, she went to cut another, but her excitement made her control waver, and instead of cutting into the apple, it sent the fruit flying violently through the air, knocking over a lamp next to the couch. Wincing, she thought that at least the aim was accurate.

Walking over and leaning down to pick it up, she noticed the band of her wristwatch chime and light up with an incoming message.

Before she could read it, FRIDAY’s disembodied voice interrupted, “Miss Frost, you’d better take a look outside the window.”

Furrowing her brows, Marin glanced over at the ceiling-length windows lined on the opposite wall. In the distance, toward Greenwich, she saw a donut-shaped aircraft ominously hovering over the streets of Manhattan, stirring up dust and debris as it moved closer and closer to the ground. Marin thought she could see the echo of a beam of blue light, but a voice called through her embedded earpiece.

“Marin, you’ve gotta get down here.” Tony’s voice sounded hushed, yet urgent.

“Tony! What the hell is—”

“No time to explain kid, just get in your gear and get down here now, you—I’m sorry, Earth is closed today.” He raised his voice, evidently not speaking to Marin anymore. With a shift of sudden silence, Marin knew he cut the transmission as an indication to get ready.

Despite the situation, Marin buzzed with excitement at the prospect of wearing her new suit. Even with her old suit, she never got to actually use it in public, as Tony never sent her on missions. She sometimes wore it during training, as a way of getting used to summoning her energy with the odd material. But the new suit, she had only ever tested it out to make sure the nanotechnology didn’t interfere with her powers, and that was only twice, and in a controlled, isolated environment.

Marin pressed the button stuck to the skin behind her ear, and shuddered as the nanoparticles expanded over her body, clinging to every curve and crevice like a second skin. She was even surprised to find that she couldn’t even feel the jeans and t-shirt underneath, and the metalized material left a slight chill on her exposed skin.

Now that she was faced with entering the public as her alter ego, Tempest, she noted the distinct lack of a mask on her suit. But before she could come up with a solution, an explosion caught her eye. She could figure out a solution later, she decided, and ran to the entrance of the balcony. Once outside, she summoned the energy and took off towards the spacecraft. 

Rocketing through the air, Marin weaved and dodged flying debris as she approached the spacecraft. But just as she arrived, she noticed Iron Man being thrown back and through a nearby building. She didn’t bother to assess the scene where she thought she saw an alien but instead followed Tony. As she approached, Tony was battling a larger-than-average being with a weird hammer.

“Tony!” She yelled down at her guardian, as the beams from his repulsors reflected off of the shield carried by the alien and sliced into nearby trees. She began to go and assist him, but Marin heard a yelp come from under a fallen tree. She landed near the noise, shoving the tree to the side with a flippant wave of her energy.

Underneath, a body was revealed, causing Marin to gasp.

“Shit, are you okay, sir?” She cried out, grabbing him by the arm and hauling him up from the ground. The man straightened, and Marin’s eyes widened as the recognition immediately set in. “You’re—”

“The Hulk, yeah I know—”

“Bruce Banner!” Marin breathed in awe, and her body rustled with excited energy. “You’re brilliant, sir, I’ve read all of your papers on anti-electron collisions and gamma radiation effects! You’re one of the most renowned scientists of this generation!” She said in one breath, eyes wide with admiration and respect. Bruce Banner did not return the look, only appearing confused and a little startled by the young mutant’s enthusiasm. It also probably didn’t help that Marin was currently glowing, her entire body emanating a vibrant cerulean light and her eyes purely white.

“Um. I-I don’t—do I know you?” Bruce Banner stammered, hunching slightly on his left side. Behind them, the battle continued, but Marin wasn’t paying it too much attention.

“Marin, Marin Frost, I’m—”

Suddenly, the battle went silent with a final clank. Marin pivoted to see Tony on the ground and, of all people, Spider-Man between him and the alien with the hammer.

“Hey, Mr. Stark. And Marin!” Spider-Man said, almost too casually as he was holding back the alien’s hammer. “I-I mean Tempest!”

“Kid, where’d you come from?” Tony asked incredulously.

“A field trip to MoMA—!” Spider-Man was cut off as the alien grabbed hold of his midsection, and yanked him out of Iron Man’s path, sending him back toward a nearby fountain.

Marin turned to Bruce Banner, who was watching the scene with wide eyes. She held her hands out, “Please stay here, Dr. Banner.” She hovered in the air, calling out over her shoulder, “It was nice to meet you!”

Spider-Man had launched himself onto the alien’s body, shouting, “What is this guy’s problem, Mr. Stark?”

“Uh, he’s from space,” Tony answered. “He came here to steal a necklace, from a wizard.”

Marin, who had just landed a solid blast to the alien’s right arm, yelled, “What?!”

But in her moment of distraction, the alien grabbed her just like he had Spider-Man, and threw her across the lawn. She tumbled through the grass, finally coming to a stop as she bumped hard into a tree. Massaging where her neck came into contact with the bark, she was startled to feel contact at her shoulder. Instinctively she whipped her arms up, but relaxed when she realized it was only Dr. Banner helping her up.

“Sorry,” she muttered as the doctor helped her to her feet. Glancing over at Tony and Peter, she saw that they were handling themselves decently with the alien. Turning to Dr. Banner, she furrowed her brows, letting her energy simmer below the skin, no longer shining through. “I hate to ask, but where’s your Hulk side? Shouldn’t you be fighting right about now?”

Dr. Banner huffed, looking exasperated. “I’ve tried, but he just doesn’t want to come out.”

Marin’s forehead only creased in further confusion. “Why do you talk about the Hulk like he’s a different person? Isn’t he you?”

“I—” Dr. Banner looked struck, like he couldn’t find the words to answer her.

“Kid, that’s the wizard.” Tony’s voice cut through Marin’s earpiece. “Get on it.”

Marin turned just in time to see a body shoot through the sky like a ragdoll, and Spider-Man swinging off to catch him. “Sorry,” she said to Dr. Banner as she summoned her energy again. “Gotta go!”

She was about to follow Peter, but Tony stopped her. “Kid! Need you here!” He grunted, fighting off the alien’s grip and dodging the hammer’s swings.

Marin huffed but obliged, flying over to help Iron Man defeat the alien. She fired careful blasts into the alien’s exposed midsection, but it didn’t appear to be doing much damage.

She had just nearly missed a particularly brutal swing of the alien’s hammer when Peter’s voice sounded in her ear. “Uh, Mr. Stark, I’m being beamed up!”

Marin made the mistake of looking upward and was struck in the stomach with a piece of broken concrete from where the alien had just landed a blow into a statue. She fell backward but didn’t lose control of her energy, and looked to Tony. Then the alien trapped him in a section of metal and was charging to attack. Marin rocketed forward but was interrupted by a portal forming just in front of the alien, tricking him into a trap. Before she could try to fight it, the portal closed, cutting off the alien’s arm in the process.

Dr. Banner yelled in disgust as the severed arm landed at his feet, and Marin turned to see an Asian man in weird robes with his hands outstretched in front of him. Marin’s eyes widened.

“Whoa, are you a mutant, too?” She breathed.

Before the man could respond, Tony said, “Wong, you’re invited to my wedding,” and shot up into the air. “Marin, with me! I need you to catch Pete if the suit doesn’t make it in time.”

Marin looked between the man called Wong and Bruce Banner and grimaced. “Nice meeting you both!” She said, before flying off to follow Tony.

The spacecraft was ascending in the atmosphere at an alarmingly rapid pace and even Tony had to instruct FRIDAY to give him more power to his boot thrusters. To catch up, Marin summoned as much energy as she could, channeling it through the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet to boost herself upward.

As they drifted farther and farther away from the Earth’s surface, she could feel the air beginning to thin out.

“Pete, you gotta let go, we’re gonna catch you.” Tony told Peter, who was still clinging on to the exterior of the ship.

“But you said ‘save the wizard’!” He protested, and Marin rolled her eyes, forcing herself to go faster. “I can’t breathe,” Peter said into the headpiece before his end went silent as he yanked off his mask.

“Peter!” Marin chastised. “Put your mask back on! We’re too high up, you’re running out of air!”

She could even feel herself getting a bit lightheaded, but without thinking of it, the energy surrounding her suddenly covered her face. She took a deep, startled inhale, relishing in the lungful of fresh air. When could she start doing that?

But Peter was not so lucky, and Marin saw that he was beginning to lose his grip on the ship. Without warning, a large chunk of blue and red metal flew past her, and straight toward Spider-Man’s falling body. It was his new and improved suit, she realized, the one that Tony had made for him a couple years ago and the same one that Marin had been tinkering with since then.

Marin couldn’t see from her vantage point, but she knew when Peter perked back up when he exclaimed, “It smells like a new car in here!”

Tony had surpassed him, flying straight past Peter and right up to the ship. “Happy trails, kid. FRIDAY, send him home.”

Before Peter could protest, a parachute exploded from the symbol on his back, yanking him away from the ship. 

“Marin, you make sure he gets back safe, alright?”

Marin was hesitant to leave Tony all alone on the craft but knew that disobeying him was not the smartest thing to do. “On it!” She went to follow Peter, expecting to see him shooting back towards the surface of the planet. But when she couldn’t catch sight of him or the parachute, she looked back at the ship and sure enough, Peter was clinging to the side by a line of spiderweb.

“Peter!” She yelled. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“I don’t know!” He yelled back, moving to grab the web with both hands. “I just thought about shooting a web and it did it for me!”

Rolling her eyes, Marin flew up next to him. “We’ve got to go back!”

But they were already so high up, Marin noticed. Peter’s body flailed about as he struggled to hold on, and with a snap, the parachute detached from his back, flapping back to the ground. If Peter let go, Marin wasn’t sure she could catch him, not without Tony’s help.

So when she noticed that Peter was climbing his way back onto the ship, Marin huffed with reluctant agreeance. She flew up next to where he tucked himself into a closing bay door, giving him a look of annoyance.

“I really should’ve stayed on the bus,” Peter lamented.

“And I should’ve stayed at the Tower, but here we both are.” Marin ground out, her brows furrowing as the panels closed around them, and trapped them inside the ship. The floor lurched under their feet, presumably as the craft accelerated into the depths of space. As the wall opened up behind them, Marin followed to find a long-stretched hall. “C’mon, we gotta find Tony.”

As Peter followed close behind her, Marin silently stewed. What the hell was Peter thinking, sticking a web to an escaping space ship?

“Are you mad?” Peter said behind her.

Marin observed the interior of the spacecraft. The walls and floors looked to be made of the same ebony metal, solid and clanking underfoot as the two of them walked the path Marin hoped would lead to Tony and the wizard. The hall was nearly pitch black, save for the small lights embedded into the edges of the walkway. Lighting just her fist with her energy, Marin held her hand up in front of her face as a sort of makeshift torch.

“Why would I be mad?” She said sarcastically. “You only got us stuck on an alien spaceship, headed only god-knows-where.”

At his silence, Marin felt a pang of guilt. She stopped and turned to face him. He wasn’t wearing his mask, she noticed, and looked apologetic, shadows cutting his cheeks and making them look gauntly sunken, and his normally warm honey eyes black from the lack of light. Marin dropped her hand to cross her arms over her chest, spreading the glowing energy across her upper body so they could see each other better.

“I’m not mad, I’m just worried.” Marin sighed, uncrossing her arms just so she could pass a hand through her hair. “We’ve got no plan, we have no idea where the hell we are, and we don’t know where we’re going or if we’ll even get back to Earth. And I doubt that Tony’s the one piloting this thing, which means there’s at least one other alien on this ship, and we have no way of knowing if they have backup.” Peter grimaced, looking positively grim as she laid it out for him. “But we can’t do anything about it now, I suppose, so we’ve got to find Tony. He’s our best chance of finding our way back.”

Peter nodded, still looking unsure about something. Marin exhaled, and drew him into a hug. Despite her lingering irritation with him, Marin hadn’t seen Peter in months, and still felt a rush of peculiar calmness at the reunion, the feeling that she always seemed to get around him as of late. He was taller now; where they were once the same height, Peter now stretched a couple inches taller. “It’s good to see you, Pete. Even if you got us trapped on a one-way ticket into the depths of space.” She pulled away, quirking an uneven smile at him. “If anything, at least we’ll be able to say we’ve been to space, right?”

Peter laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling a bit. His face was washed with the gentle blue light of Marin’s energy, giving him an ethereal glow. Marin’s breath hitched in her throat, and she coughed uncomfortably at the sensation.

She turned away from him, her face growing warm. She tried not to think about the implications of the fluttering in her stomach or the tightness of her chest, instead, forcing herself to focus on finding Tony. Blood rushed through her head at the thought of Tony being threatened by an unknown enemy without backup to help him.

“What about May?” Marin asked. “Did you at least consider what she’d think of this before you stuck yourself to an alien space ship?”

Behind her, Peter scoffed. “Of course I did. At least she knows about Spider-Man; it would have been kinda hard to explain where I went if she didn’t know.”

That’s right, Marin thought to herself. After Tony returned Peter’s suit, May caught her nephew with it on. Marin remembered getting a call that night, the first call she received on the cell phone Tony gave her, freaking out that May wasn’t believing any of the inane excuses Peter tried to come up with to explain why he was wearing a Spider-Man suit. It had taken nearly three months for May to accept the fact that her only surviving family was going out every night to fight bad guys, and Marin still wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with the idea.

But it’s not like Peter had filled her in, they hadn’t really talked since Christmas. Even before that, it had been at least two months since they’d seen each other.

Marin was still lost in her ruminations when Peter suddenly grabbed her arm.

“Whoa, you hear that?” He whispered, and she turned to look at his wide-eyed expression.

Tilting her head to concentrate on her surroundings, she furrowed her brows. “No? Peter, you know I don’t have enhanced hearing abilities, right?”

But Peter wasn’t paying attention; he was covering his face with his mask again and leaping onto the ceiling of the hallway. Crawling ahead, Marin hurried to follow. They came to a small opening, where she saw Tony Stark, unmasked, holding a hand thruster out to a hovering burgundy cloak. Glancing up, she saw Peter hanging onto the ceiling above them.

“Wow, you’re a seriously loyal piece of outerwear, aren’t you?” Tony said, lowering his arm.

Peter lowered himself on a web stuck to the ceiling, upside-down. “Yeah, uh, speaking of loyalty…”

Tony turned, looking surprised and incredibly angry. Peter flipped down, peeling back his mask again. “What the—”

Peter held his hands up defensively. “I know what you’re gonna say—”

“You should not be here—”

“I was gonna go home!”

“I don’t want to hear it—”

“But it was such a long way down and I just thought about shooting a web—”

“And now I gotta hear it.”

“—and kinda stuck onto the side of the ship. And this suit is… ridiculously intuitive, by the way, so, if anything, it’s kind of your fault that I’m here.” Realizing his mistake when Tony looked at him with a furious expression, Peter’s eyes widened dramatically as he tried to correct himself.

Marin shook her head where she stood in the threshold, half-hidden by the shadows cut from the dim lighting. “But to be fair, Marin’s here too!” Marin’s head snapped to Peter, jaw dropping as her expression hardened with betrayal, while Tony directed his irritation to her.

Marin marched over to Peter, hurrying out an excuse. “Well Peter got himself stuck to the ship without a parachute, and I wasn’t—”

“It wasn’t my fault! This stupid suit—not stupid, sir, I didn’t mean—it’s just—”

“You weren’t even thinking, and now we’re stuck in space because of you—”

“Knock it off, both of you!” Tony commanded in as hushed a voice as possible. Peter and Marin fell silent immediately, but Marin was still staring daggers at him. Peter at least had the grace to look abashed. Tony stepped towards Peter; whose eyes widened with barely concealed fear. “This is exactly where I didn’t want you to be.”

Peter puffed up his chest, mouth opening to probably protest, so Tony cut him off. “Don’t pretend you thought this through.”

“I did think this through!” Peter dissented.

“He didn’t think it through.” Marin glowered at Peter. Tony whipped his head around to give her a pointed glare.

“I’ll deal with you in a second, missy.” He clipped.

Peter cut Tony off before he could continue berating him. “You can’t be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man if there’s no neighborhood.” At Tony’s blank stare, Peter relented. “Okay, that didn’t really make sense, but you know what I’m trying to say.”

Tony exhaled shakily, then turned to Marin. “You. What’s your excuse?”

“I…” Marin’s gaze shifted to Peter, who looked at her with pleading eyes. “I didn’t want to leave you behind. Especially without backup. Peter’s just a stowaway.”

Tony looked at her for a solid thirty seconds, before caving. Possibly due to the fact that he realized nothing could be done about it now. “Come on. We got a situation.”

They followed him to the edge of the platform, overlooking what appeared to be the main deck of the ship. “See him down there? What’s your plan?” A couple hundred feet below them, Marin saw the wizard guy suspended in midair with a couple dozen razor-thin spikes pointed at him. Walking beside him was an abnormally large-bodied individual, most likely an alien and the pilot of the ship. She didn’t see any other aliens around, and she had no way of knowing how big of an army this dude had.

In front of her, Peter crouched to the ground. Marin stood behind him, and Tony to her left. To her right hovered the burgundy cloak, almost as if an invisible body was keeping it upright. She looked it up and down. The cloak seemed to do the same, the front of it widening in a posturing stance like it was puffing its invisible chest.

“Okay, okay, uh…” Peter thought out loud. He stood up suddenly, causing Marin to back into the cloak, which up-righted her with a slightly gentle nudge. “Okay, did you ever see this really old movie, Aliens?”

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Samus Aran vs Master Chief

So, I saw this question and found answers to both sides, but I wanted to weigh in

Who would win in a fight? Samus Aran vs Master Chief

Well, before we can answer that, we better look at their capabilities

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Samus Aran - Galactic Bounty Hunter

At a young age, Samus Aran's life was forever altered when her home was attacked by Space Pirates. These clone-happy aliens were lead on this galaxy spanning rampage by a powerful alien known as Ridley and secretly guided by the living super-computer, Mother Brain.

Luck was on her side even back then as she survived the attack and was found by some of the last known members of the ancient Chozo race. Though most of their technology and empire had fallen into myth, their greatest achievements lived on: Mother Brain, Metroids, and of course, the Power Suit.

Samus wasn't able to wield this impressive suit just yet though. She had to undergo intense physical and mental training just to handle the suits basic functions, but more importantly, her DNA was altered to include Chozo sequences, which allowed her to access all of their technology. When she came of age, she was given the suit and told of its abilities, and though many were lost over time, she could harness countless abilities and powers through the suit over the years that followed.

The basic suit allows her to fire off blasts of energy and survive hits that could crush a car, but only so long as its energy lasts. These basic abilities aren't to be counted out though, as both can be enhanced with minimal effort.

Sadly, her new family wasn't meant to be either, as Ridley returned to her life under Mother Brains orders and killed the Chozo that had saved her. Samus then set out on a mission that would become her life: Destroy the Space Pirates once and for all.

She's travelled across the galaxy in her ship, gaining access to countless powers and abilities as she went: The Morph Ball - The suit was able to suspend her physical form in energy and shift her down into a sphere, capable of moving at high speeds, placing energy bombs, power bombs, and using extraordinary powers. The morph ball was later powered up into various new forms, which granted abilites such as speed boosts, wall climbing, and more. The Varia Suit upgrade - This power-up allows the Power Suit to survive in even the most extreme of conditions, pushing through extreme heat and cold that would cause other metal to scorch on contact or become chillingly brittle. Some additional power to this suit can even allow her to submerge in lava and acid, allowing her to explore any area that she comes across. The Gravity Suit - This upgrade is actually an enhanced version of the Varia suit that also allows her to move unimpeded through liquids as well as resist gravity altering effects, just to name a few features. Charge shot and other beams - While her normal weapon is powerful in its own right, it can be enhanced with a charge function. Once charged, these shots can deal massive damage to targets. Along with her regular energy blasts, her arm-cannon can also be charged with elemental energy, radiation, and much more. With it, she's used fire, ice, kinetic, and even light. Missiles - Her cannon is capable of holding an entire gunships worth of missiles, super-missiles, and more. Super-missiles and Power-bombs can also be combined with a Charge-shot to create powerful abilities that range wildly in use and damage capabilities, including an ability capable of surrounding her in a powerful energy field that completely restores all of her energy tanks. Energy Tanks - Along with her natural suits power, Samus can find additional Energy tanks that grant her suit more power. So long as it has at least 1 energy, it can protect her from a blow. Along with all of these powers packed into the suit, Samus can also hold her own out of the suit. Once the Power suit is turned to energy, it can be stored in her body-suit, also known as the Zero-suit. This bit of clothing is surprisingly strong and durable, can be altered in appearance, and is no heavier than standard fabric. Once out of the powerful but clunkier Power Suit, Samus' training and genetics are shown off. She becomes deceptively fast, agile, and is dangerously strong compared to regular humans. Samus has been shown as able to jump over ten feet in the air with ease, pull doors on a starship open with her bare hands, and has gone toe-to-toe with armored enemies with nothing more than a stun pistol.

Using this massive arsenal, focus, and luck, Samus took the fight to the space pirates at every turn. She's destroyed Ridley and his clones several times, blown up Mother Brain, and even wiped out an entire species known as Metroids.

One thing Samus knows how to do is finish a fight

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The Master Chief - The Halo-breaking Demon

Spartans are known in human history as some of the strongest, most dangerous soldiers to ever walk the Earth, so of course the name was used for the newest program of the military: The super-soldier Spartans.

These Spartans were taken as kids and experimented on, augmented physically, and tested mentally. Only the strongest would survive this process, cutting down the already limited pool of candidates. The survivors were considered successes and given their armor, making them go from human to Spartan.

Master Chief was one such specimen. Though he wasn't the strongest, fastest, or smartest of all the Spartans, he was versatile, stable, and most importantly, lucky. This allowed him to catch the attention of a special AI named Cortana.

Together, the two of them brought war to both the Covenant, the Flood, and more, though Cortana was mainly support, leaving all of the 'heavy lifting' to Master Chief.

As he travelled across the Galaxy on missions, he dealt with massive hurdles and used powerful weapons, though typically he keeps either an Assault Rifle or Battle Rifle on him while holstering a pistol on his hip. Other weapons he's used include things like: - Rocket Launchers - Plasma Rifles - Grenades - Energy Swords - Spartan Laser The only problem is that he relies on other sources to get these weapons as he only carries two weapons at a time with limited ammunition for each. When his ammo runs out, his Spartan enhancements come into play.

A Spartan is capable of incredible feats of strength and speed in their armor, smashing their way through doors and outrunning their fellow soldiers on the battlefield. The armor assists them by holding them together while exerting forces that would shatter their bones, letting them kick with enough force to jump over a car, or even single-handedly flip over vehicles.

With all of these skills, abilities, enhancements, a little help from his friends, and a load of luck, he's survived his way through intergalactic war and brought down countless foes.

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Battle time!

To make it fair, we'll give both combatants plenty of their gear and litter the field with ammo and weapons.

The fight will be between only the two, so no random enemies to do damage to the two, and it will be on a random planet, giving neither of them a home-field advantage.

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Blow-by-blow breakdown

With a collection of weapons and gear, Master Chief has his versatility, but this is over-countered by Samus and her abilities, allowing her to use her arm cannon as well as many weapons Chief has available, her lack of ammo requirements, elemental effects of her beams, and charge-shot powers.

Master Chief has Samus beat in melee strength, but her speed and mobility far out-matches his, and with her own melee capabilites and experience against melee-focused opponents, she'd have the advantage here as well.

When it comes to armor and shields, Samus outclasses Master Chief in every aspect. A fully shielded and armored Spartan can take, at most, 3 grenades to kill, and a direct rocket-hit can often prove lethal on its own. Samus on the other hand has multiple energy-tanks that can take hits from missiles, high-powered energy blasts, and even allow her to submerge in lava for short bursts. Even if Samus were to lose her armor, Chief wouldn't be out of danger, as Samus can shed her armor and use her Zero-suit to gain even faster speed, extreme mobility, and now has both hands free to fight with.

With their genetic enhancements, both have heighted senses, but Samus' suit also has a full scan-visor which is capable of analyzing any weapons, gear, and opponents she comes across, letting her pick her targets and find their weak spots in mere seconds. Her photographic memory allows her to use this information of the fly and means she's never out-classed for long.

Lastly, Samus' has the advantage built into her suit of gaining new weapon abilities that are energy based, so things like the plasma-rifles, Spartan laser, and possibly even the Energy Sword could potentially all be copied and used by her at will.

With all of this in mind, Samus would likely have little to no problem at taking down this Spartan