The morning air was still cool when Peter Parker stepped out of the apartment building.
A sleek black luxury sedan waited at the curb, its polished surface reflecting the sunlight like a mirror.
The vehicle looked expensive enough to buy an entire neighborhood, which immediately told Peter exactly who had sent it.
Tony Stark.
Peter adjusted the straps of his backpack and cautiously approached the car.
Through the tinted window, he spotted a familiar face behind the wheel.
A large man with a stern expression sat in the driver’s seat.
“Hello…
are you Happy?” Peter asked.
The man glanced at him briefly before giving a short nod.
Click.
The door unlocked.
“Get in, Mr.
Parker.”
Peter climbed into the back seat.
The leather seats were softer than his mattress at home.
“So…” Peter began, looking around curiously.
“Where are we going?”
Happy started the engine without answering immediately.
The car merged smoothly into traffic before he finally spoke.
“Didn’t Tony tell you?”
“Told me what?”
“You’re going to Germany.”
Peter blinked.
“…I’m sorry, what?”
“Germany.”
“The Germany?”
Happy’s expression remained completely serious.
“There is only one Germany.”
Peter stared blankly.
“Wait, wait, wait.
Germany is in Europe.”
“Correct.”
“And Europe isn’t in America.”
“Also correct.”
“And nobody thought this information was important enough to tell me beforehand?”
Happy simply shrugged.
Peter dropped back against the seat.
Unbelievable.
Tony Stark had somehow managed to recruit him for an international mission before even telling him he was leaving the country.
“There’s one problem,” Peter said.
“What?”
“I don’t have a passport.”
Happy’s lips twitched slightly.
Without looking back, he reached beside his seat, grabbed a small bag, and tossed it over his shoulder.
Peter caught it.
Curious, he opened the bag.
Inside was a passport.
His passport.
Complete.
Official.
Ready to travel.
Peter stared at it in shock.
“How…?”
Then he stopped himself.
This was Tony Stark.
A man who built flying armor, created artificial intelligence, and occasionally saved the world before breakfast.
Compared to that, obtaining a passport was probably the easiest thing he had done all week.
Still…
A strange feeling settled in Peter’s chest.
Everything had happened so quickly.
The suit.
The recruitment.
The airport trip.
The international flight.
It felt as if invisible hands were pushing him forward before he had time to think.
Not necessarily in a bad way.
But it still felt strange.
Especially when those invisible hands belonged to billionaires.
The car continued toward the airport.
Soon, the skyline opened up.
And then Peter saw it.
His jaw dropped.
A private jet.
A massive silver aircraft sat on a secluded runway.
Peter had seen photos online before.
Tony Stark’s personal jet.
Worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
Maybe more.
“Wow…”
Happy parked nearby.
The moment the vehicle stopped, he stepped out and opened the trunk.
Inside sat a silver suitcase.
Without saying a word, he grabbed it and started walking toward the aircraft.
Peter quickly followed.
As they approached, Peter couldn’t help studying Happy.
The bodyguard clearly wasn’t very talkative.
And if Peter were being honest…
Happy didn’t seem particularly impressed by him.
Peter understood why.
From Happy’s perspective, Peter was just a skinny teenager carrying a backpack.
Nothing about him screamed superhero.
Nothing about him suggested he belonged on missions involving Avengers.
Peter couldn’t exactly blame him.
After all, most days Peter still forgot to do his homework.
A few minutes later, they boarded the plane.
The moment Peter stepped inside, his eyes widened.
The interior looked less like an aircraft and more like a flying luxury hotel.
Polished wood.
Soft lighting.
Leather seating.
Large screens.
Private rooms.
Everything radiated wealth.
Tony Stark-level wealth.
Peter slowly turned in a circle.
“This is insane…”
“There are seats everywhere,” Happy muttered.
Something else had caught his attention.
“There aren’t any pilots.”
“Correct.”
Peter looked around again.
“No cockpit either.”
“Correct.”
Peter stared.
Happy sighed.
“The plane flies itself.”
“Oh.”
Peter paused.
Then another pause.
“THAT’S AWESOME!”
Happy immediately regretted answering.
Tony Stark’s aircraft operated using advanced autonomous systems connected to his artificial intelligence network.
For Stark technology, it wasn’t unusual.
For Peter?
It was the coolest thing he had ever seen.
Well…
Almost the coolest thing.
The lack of flight attendants was disappointing.
Movies had lied to him.
Peter eventually found a seat.
Unfortunately, he chose the one directly facing Happy.
The bodyguard opened one eye.
“You’re sitting there?”
Peter looked confused.
“Is that bad?”
Happy stared at the dozens of empty seats surrounding them.
“No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
Nothing.
Nothing was wrong.
Except Peter apparently possessed the social instincts of an excited puppy.
Happy stood up.
Without saying another word, he relocated several rows away.
Peter blinked.
Did he smell bad?
No.
He showered this morning.
Weird.
Happy sank into a distant seat.
“If you’re bored, look at the silver suitcase.”
Peter looked toward the overhead compartment.
“The suitcase?”
“Yes.”
“Can I open it?”
Happy stared at him.
“It’s yours.”
“Oh.”
Peter scratched his head.
Right.
That was probably a stupid question.
“Wait until the flight stabilizes.”
“Okay.”
The aircraft began moving.
Moments later—
ROOOOOM!
The engines thundered.
The plane accelerated.
Peter’s enhanced senses instantly picked up every vibration, every shift in pressure, every roar of machinery.
His face immediately turned pale.
This was terrible.
Absolutely terrible.
The ground disappeared beneath them.
His stomach seemed determined to stay behind.
The vibrations rattled through the entire aircraft.
Peter gripped the armrests.
This felt worse than fighting criminals.
Worse than swinging between skyscrapers.
Worse than facing an angry Aunt May after forgetting chores.
Actually…
Maybe not worse than that last one.
But it was close.
Eventually, the plane climbed above the clouds.
The turbulence faded.
The vibrations weakened.
Peter finally relaxed.
“Okay…”
He exhaled slowly.
“Flying is terrifying.”
The experience reminded him of the first morning after receiving his spider powers.
Back then, he had awakened to a completely different world.
A world filled with overwhelming information.
He could hear people talking blocks away.
Hear insects crawling across walls.
Hear water moving through pipes.
Hear electrical currents humming behind outlets.
Thousands of sounds.
Thousands of details.
All crashing into his brain at once.
The overload had nearly broken him.
This flight felt strangely similar.
After several minutes, Peter finally recovered.
Then he remembered the suitcase.
Curious, he stood up.
The silver case felt surprisingly heavy.
He carried it back to his seat and carefully placed it on the table.
Click.
The locks released.
The lid opened.
Peter froze.
Inside rested a suit.
A beautiful red-and-blue suit.
For a moment, the cabin disappeared.
The world disappeared.
The fabric possessed a subtle metallic sheen.
The spider emblem stretched proudly across the chest.
Every seam looked perfect.
Every line had purpose.
Every detail radiated sophistication.
Compared to his homemade Spider-Man suit, this looked like technology from the future.
Even the suit worn by Spider-Man Noir seemed primitive beside it.
Peter carefully touched the material.
It felt smooth.
Lightweight.
Powerful.
Almost alive.
His heart started racing.
“Is…”
He swallowed.
“Is this really for me?”
Happy didn’t even open his eyes.
“Yes.”
“For real?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously?”
“Peter.”
“Yeah?”
“There’s a restroom in the back.”
Peter nodded.
“If you’re going to try it on, go there.”
“Oh.”
“And please…”
Happy rubbed his forehead.
“…be quieter.”
Peter immediately lowered his voice.
“Sorry.”
“I haven’t slept in sixteen hours.”
“Right.”
Peter grabbed the suit and hurried toward the rear cabin.
Inside the restroom, he carefully changed clothes.
The process was surprisingly simple.
The suit slid onto his body effortlessly.
Then he pressed the spider emblem.
Immediately, hidden mechanisms activated.
The material contracted smoothly.
A perfect fit.
No wrinkles.
No looseness.
No discomfort.
It felt as though the suit had been designed specifically for him.
Peter flexed his fingers.
Rotated his shoulders.
Bent his knees.
Performed a backflip.
Then another.
And another.
His eyes widened.
The suit moved perfectly.
Not only did it avoid restricting his agility—
It actually enhanced it.
His movements felt sharper.
More responsive.
More efficient.
“This is incredible.”
Peter stared at his reflection.
For the first time, he looked less like a kid playing superhero and more like a real hero.
A real Spider-Man.
The realization sent a powerful thrill through him.
He couldn’t stop smiling.
For the next several hours, Peter explored every feature he could find.
He tested flexibility.
Balance.
Mobility.
Reaction speed.
He quietly bounced across the cabin, climbed walls whenever nobody was looking, and practiced acrobatic movements.
Despite his excitement, he remembered Happy’s request.
Not once did he wake the exhausted bodyguard.
Outside the windows, clouds drifted endlessly beneath them.
Hours passed.
The Atlantic Ocean vanished behind them.
Europe drew closer.
Eventually, the aircraft began descending.
Peter pressed his face against the window.
Below him stretched a sprawling city.
Modern buildings.
Historic architecture.
Busy roads.
Foreign landscapes.
Berlin.
Germany.
A place he had only seen in textbooks and documentaries.
And now he was actually here.
His stomach tightened.
Not from fear.
From anticipation.
Because reality was finally setting in.
This wasn’t a school trip.
This wasn’t tourism.
Tony Stark hadn’t brought him across the ocean for sightseeing.
Somewhere in this city, something important was happening.
Something big enough to involve the Avengers.
Something dangerous enough to require Spider-Man.
The aircraft descended through the clouds.
The city grew larger.
Closer.
Closer still.
Peter adjusted the mask resting beside him and stared out the window.
A nervous grin slowly appeared on his face.
His first international mission was about to begin.
And he had absolutely no idea what awaited him on the ground.
But one thing was certain.
The moment he stepped off this plane, Peter Parker’s life would never be the same again.
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