With a single command from Captain America, the six members on his side stepped forward in unison.
No hesitation.
No uncertainty.
Their actions spoke louder than words.
They had made their choice, and they intended to see it through to the end.
Across the tarmac, Iron Man led his own team forward.
For a brief moment, the two groups simply advanced toward one another.
Walking.
Then jogging.
Then running.
Finally, they exploded into a full sprint.
The distance between them vanished in seconds.
And then—
The clash began.
Peter barely had time to react before someone targeted him.
A figure in a red-and-black suit launched forward.
“Hey, you’re a spider, right?” Scott Lang shouted cheerfully.
“I’m an ant.
Doesn’t that make us family or something?”
A spinning kick came flying toward Peter’s head.
Peter raised one arm and blocked it effortlessly.
“Pretty sure that’s not how biology works, Mr.
Ant.”
Before Scott could respond, Peter grabbed him and slammed him into the ground.
Hard.
BOOM!
The concrete cracked.
Yet instead of panicking, Scott grinned.
“That really hurts my feelings, kid.”
Just before impact, his body suddenly shrank.
Peter’s eyes widened.
Scott vanished.
The ground shattered beneath him, but Ant-Man was gone.
“Again?” Peter muttered.
His vision searched frantically.
Nothing.
No sign of him.
Yet deep inside, his enhanced Spider-Sense continued to whisper warnings.
A tiny presence.
Moving.
Circling.
Waiting.
Then—
“DIE, LITTLE SPIDER!”
Scott suddenly reappeared behind him, launching a sneak attack while yelling at the top of his lungs.
Peter spun instantly.
THWIP!
A web shot exploded outward.
“What the—”
Scott’s eyes widened.
SPLAT!
The miniature hero found himself glued directly to the pavement.
“How do you keep finding me?!”
He struggled furiously.
This wasn’t the first time Peter had located him.
Not even the second.
At first Scott suspected luck.
Now he was genuinely confused.
Did the kid have thermal scanners?
Motion sensors?
Some Stark tech cheat code?
He didn’t know.
All he knew was that he was stuck.
Scott immediately enlarged.
CRACK!
The webbing snapped apart.
But by then Peter was already gone.
Because another fight nearby had caught his attention.
A metallic fist sliced through the air.
Bucky Barnes was relentlessly pressuring Natasha Romanoff.
Even with the enhancements in her body, Natasha had no desire to trade blows with a cybernetic arm capable of punching through steel.
She dodged.
Pivoted.
Slipped past attack after attack.
Yet Bucky kept advancing.
Like a machine.
Like a soldier who never stopped.
Then suddenly—
A strand of web attached itself to Bucky’s metal arm.
“Hey!
Nice seeing you again!”
Peter swung over his head.
Bucky’s expression darkened immediately.
“You again.”
His voice carried visible irritation.
Apparently Peter had already become one of the most annoying people in this battle.
Bucky grabbed the web line and yanked violently.
His plan was simple.
Pull Peter down.
Then punch him.
Very hard.
Unfortunately, Natasha was waiting for exactly that opening.
The instant Bucky’s attention shifted, she struck.
Fast.
Precise.
Deadly.
She slipped behind him, locked in a chokehold, shifted her weight, and threw him cleanly over her shoulder.
BOOM!
Bucky hit the ground.
Peter landed nearby with stars practically sparkling in his eyes.
“That was awesome!”
THWIP!
THWIP!
THWIP!
Webs rapidly wrapped around Bucky.
“Can you teach me that?”
Natasha smirked.
“After the mission?
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“Seriously?”
“If we survive.”
Peter’s grin widened.
Then the situation changed.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
Two arrows streaked through the battlefield.
Both struck with unbelievable precision.
SNAP!
SNAP!
The webs restraining Bucky were cut instantly.
Peter looked up.
Standing atop a nearby vehicle was Clint Barton.
Bow drawn.
Eyes focused.
Expression annoyed.
Bucky immediately rolled to his feet.
“Thanks.”
Clint nodded.
Then his gaze shifted toward Peter.
“You know, kid…”
Peter already disliked that tone.
“…you’re still just a little brat.”
Peter froze.
“A brat?”
“Yep.”
“I’m literally sixteen.”
“Exactly.”
Peter looked horrified.
“I’m basically a man!”
Clint immediately fired another arrow.
“Sure you are.”
Peter dodged sideways.
“I am!”
“You sound like a twelve-year-old.”
Peter pointed accusingly.
“That’s emotional damage!”
Unfortunately, neither Clint nor Bucky cared.
They attacked together.
The pressure increased instantly.
Bucky rushed him from the front.
Clint supported from a distance.
One close-range specialist.
One long-range specialist.
The teamwork was annoyingly effective.
Peter narrowly avoided Bucky’s punch.
Then caught an incoming arrow mid-flight.
His reflexes were simply that good.
“Ha!
Nice try—”
His Spider-Sense exploded.
A violent warning erupted through his mind.
Danger!
Extreme danger!
Peter’s face changed.
He immediately threw the arrow away.
But he was already too late.
BOOM!
A fireball erupted.
The shockwave slammed into him.
The world spun.
His ears rang.
For a moment, everything became a blur.
“Clint!”
Natasha’s voice cut through the battlefield.
She glared at him.
“Are you trying to blow him up?”
Clint looked surprisingly embarrassed.
Because honestly?
He wasn’t.
Not really.
The explosive arrow wasn’t even loaded to full power.
His intention had merely been to scare Peter.
Maybe knock him off balance.
Maybe humble him a little.
What Clint had not anticipated was Peter casually catching an explosive arrow and holding it inches from his own face.
How exactly was Clint supposed to predict that?
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“Great explanation.”
Natasha immediately charged him.
Clint sighed.
He knew he wasn’t winning this argument.
Meanwhile, Peter rubbed his head.
The ringing gradually faded.
Thankfully, the explosion hadn’t been powerful.
Still…
The experience left an impression.
A valuable lesson.
Spider-Sense wasn’t omnipotent.
It warned him of danger.
But only when danger became danger.
The arrow itself wasn’t dangerous.
Not until it exploded.
That tiny distinction almost got him blown up.
Peter mentally filed the lesson away.
He wouldn’t forget it.
The next enemy might not be so merciful.
With no immediate opponent nearby, Peter finally took a moment to survey the battlefield.
Chaos surrounded him.
Above them, Wanda Maximoff and Vision were exchanging devastating attacks.
Scarlet energy collided with golden beams.
Explosions illuminated the sky.
Yet Peter could tell something important.
Neither of them was truly fighting seriously.
Neither wanted to hurt the other.
Nearby, Sam Wilson and War Machine streaked across the sky.
Machine-gun fire.
Aerial maneuvers.
The two flew circles around each other in an ongoing dogfight.
On the ground, Iron Man and Captain America remained locked together.
Tony had abandoned his usual long-range advantage.
Instead, he fought Steve face-to-face.
Almost as if part of him still hoped he could talk this situation away.
Not far from them—
Bucky and T’Challa battled with brutal intensity.
Neither relied on tricks.
Neither relied on gadgets.
Just pure combat skill.
Every punch landed with enough force to make observers wince.
Natasha and Clint continued their own duel nearby.
Overall, however, Peter noticed something.
Iron Man’s side appeared to be winning.
Slowly.
But steadily.
Which raised another question.
“Where’s Ant-Man?”
Peter frowned.
He scanned the battlefield.
Nothing.
No sign of Scott.
No tiny moving figure.
No giant-sized version either.
Just…
gone.
And somehow that worried Peter more than anything else.
Because every time Scott disappeared—
Something ridiculous happened afterward.
Suddenly—
Everything changed.
A surge of scarlet energy erupted across the battlefield.
Everyone froze.
Even Peter.
Because this time—
Wanda stopped holding back.
A crimson shockwave blasted outward.
Vision was struck first.
BOOM!
He was sent flying across the airport.
Then Wanda turned.
A wave of magic slammed into Iron Man.
Tony barely had time to react before being thrown backward.
Next came Natasha.
A scarlet whip wrapped around her arm.
With a violent pull, Wanda hurled her away.
Then—
T’Challa.
A massive sphere of magic engulfed him.
Before he could escape, he was launched dozens of meters through the air and smashed into a shipping container.
CRASH!
Metal twisted.
Containers collapsed.
Silence spread across the battlefield.
Everyone stared.
Because until now, this fight had felt restrained.
Controlled.
Almost like teammates refusing to truly hurt one another.
Then Wanda reminded everyone exactly who she was.
A woman capable of changing the entire battlefield by herself.
Scarlet energy swirled around her body.
Her eyes glowed.
Her voice carried an icy edge.
“Enough.”
The entire airport seemed to fall silent.
“We didn’t come here to fight our friends.”
She looked down at everyone below.
“We have our own mission.”
For the first time since the battle began, genuine pressure filled the air.
Captain America stepped forward.
He nodded.
“She’s right.”
Their objective wasn’t winning a fight.
It was reaching the Quinjet.
Escaping.
Continuing their mission.
Nothing else mattered.
Tony shot back into the battlefield.
“No.”
His voice echoed through his helmet speakers.
“You aren’t leaving.”
He raised both hands.
Repulsors charging.
At least—
They were supposed to.
Instead—
Nothing happened.
Tony frowned.
Again.
Nothing.
The systems were malfunctioning.
His HUD flashed warning messages.
Power fluctuations.
Control interference.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Tony’s eyes narrowed behind the helmet.
At the same moment, Peter felt his instincts begin screaming again.
Not from Wanda.
Not from Bucky.
Not from Clint.
From somewhere else.
Somewhere hidden.
A familiar troublemaker had finally made his move.
And whatever Scott Lang was doing…
It was about to change the entire battle.