Just before the news helicopters had fully swarmed the area.
Tony had hovered down, his boots clanging softly against the cracked asphalt next to the immobilized Crimson Dynamo.
He looked over at Spider-Man, who was casually dusting off his hands after stacking the last of the weaponized dreadnoughts.
“Hey, kid” Tony called out, his faceplate flipping open.
“Nice work.
Tell you what!
As repayment for saving my neck, I can make you a better newer suit.
Built-in parachute, better protection and better weapon.
What do you say?”.
Peter turned, lifting the bottom half of his mask just past his mouth to catch his breath.
He gave a grateful but humble smile.
“Wow, Mr.
Stark.
That’s an incredibly generous offer.
Truly.
But honestly?
I don’t need that kinda of help.
I like to build my own stuff”.
Tony blinked, genuinely surprised.
Most people would have jumped at the chance for Stark-grade armor.
“Seriously?
Suit yourself.
So what do you want?
Money?”.
“Actually, there are a few things” Peter said hesitate slightly “If it’s not too much trouble, I just need to borrow a fully equipped lab temporarily to build something.
I also need some specific raw materials like titanium-alloy mesh, carbon nanotubes, a few gallons of specialized polymers …..
and if you happen to have a spare portable miniaturize particle acelerator, I would like to borrow that too”.
Tony chuckled, shaking his head.
“A particle accelerator?
Don’t worry about the cost.
I’m rich and my lab budget has rounding errors bigger than your neighborhood.
Consider it done.
How do I contact you when it’s all laid out?”.
Peter tapped on his ear comm piece, Hey, Homer!
Connect an encrypted line to Mr.
Stark’s, so he can ping us when the lab is ready”.
A friendly digitalized voice chimed through Peter’s earpiece and bounced onto Tony’s HUD.
“On it, Sir.
Initiating secure handshake protocol with the Mr.
Stark”.
Tony’s eyebrows shot up.
He stared at the kid, completely caught off guard.
“You built your own A.I.?”.
“Oh, yeah.
That’s Homer” Peter said proudly, pulling his mask back down.
Inside Tony’s helmet, FRIDAY’s voice chimed in.
“The handshake is complete, Boss.
His programming architecture is remarkably clever, though I must note my own capabilities, processing speeds, and threat-assessment are significantly superior”.
Homer explained through the encrypted link.
“I operate on Spider-man’s strict budget!”.
Tony laughed out loud, deeply impressed by the sheer ingenuity.
“Alright, alright, play nice, you two.
I’ll have FRIDAY ping your digital butler when the lab is prepped, Spider-Man”.
“Thanks, Mr Stark!” Peter said as the sound of Peter’s web-shooter echoed down the avenue as he swung away, leaving Tony alone with a dozen news helicopters hovering overhead and a three-ton block of immobilized Soviet steel.
Tony sighed, flipping his faceplate back down as the Damage Control trucks finally turned the corner.
“Keep an eye on the kid, FRIDAY” Tony muttered, watching the distant red-and-blue speck disappear over the skyline.
“And tell the cleanup crew to bring the heavy-duty lead lining for Dynamo”.
Returning home in Queens, Peter couldn’t help but chuckle to himself he set down a small heavy black webbed pouch onto basement workshop.
He carefully loosened the drawstring of the pouch and tipped the contents onto his workstation.
A glittering pile of fractured titanium plating, micro-circuitry boards, a cracked glowing blue lens and a shattered copper-coiled housing spilled out.
They were broken repulsor thrusters and severed arc reactor component.
Peter’s eyes light up happily because he managed to pocket a few fractured pieces without anyone noticing.
Then he picked up a small flickering micro-capacitor.
Peter muttered “I’ve been wanting to upgrade my web-shooters to include a kinetic recoil dampener.
If I can reverse engineer the tech and adapt this frequency to my web-fluid formula, I could technically create a non-lethal impact pulse.
My own version of a repulsor web”.
Elsewhere deep within a subterranean bunker beneath the Appalachian Mountains, the atmosphere was far less cooperative.
A massive high-definition monitor cast a harsh shadow across the stone floor.
On screen, the current supreme leader of Hydra stared down at M.O.D.O.K.
with unbridled fury.
“This was not the plan, M.O.D.O.K.” the Hydra leader hissed, his voice cold and sharp.
“The Crimson Dynamo was supposed to be the distraction and You should have drawn Stark away from Stark’s Tower.
Instead, you engaged in a street brawl and lost an entire battalion of hunter-killers!”.
M.O.D.O.K.’s giant ruby lens sparked, a tiny mechanical arm twitching angrily on the side of his hover-chair.
“Your plan were full of flaw!
The probability of stealing the data safely was forty-two percent.
Eliminating Stark physically was the only logical variable to ensure absolute acquisition of his technology!”.
“And now we have nothing” the Hydra leader barked, slamming a fist onto his desk.
“Stark will reinforce his firewalls, Shield is tracking your energy signatures and the Dynamo chassis is in federal custody.
Do not fail me again, M.O.D.O.K.
The Next Phase requires subtlety….
a concept your massive skull apparently cannot comprehend”.
The screen cut to black, leaving M.O.D.O.K.
alone in the dim laboratory.
The ruby lens on his forehead flared a dangerous, blinding crimson.
“Subtlety is the refuge of inferior minds” he whispered to the empty room.
“Hydra will learn.
Stark will learn.
All variables bend to my calculation”.
The next day after his talk with Tony, Peter sat on the edge of his bed tossing a baseball lightly against the ceiling and catching it with one hand.
His room was still cluttered with the salvaged parts, but his mind was miles away.
Taking a deep breath, he picked up his phone and dialed Rogue’s number, a nervous grin already tugging at his lips.
“Well, hey there, stranger” Rogue’s smooth Southern drawl filled the line, instantly putting him at ease.
“I was wondering when you’d call after seeing you wrestle giant metal machine on the news”.
Peter grinned, leaning back against his desk.
“Hey, Rogue.
Yeah, just another quiet afternoon in Manhattan.
No big deal.
But honestly, the machine weren’t the scariest part of my day.
I was actually calling to see if you wanted to do a sequel?
Date number two?”.
There was a soft genuine laugh on the other end of the line and Peter could practically picture the smile on her face.
“A sequel, huh?
I think I could be convinced”.
Peter said quickly “I was actually thinking about a quiet, after-hours tour of the botanical….”.
“Nu-uh, hold your horses, Pete” Rogue interrupted gently, her tone turning playfully firm.
“You did the heavy lifting last time, and it was perfect.
But this time?
I want to be the one to plan our romantic date.
You just show up, look handsome and let me handle the details”.
Peter blinked, a massive wave of relief washing over him, quickly followed by a spark of excitement.
“You want to plan it?
Wow.
Okay.
I am officially intrigued.
Do I get any hints?”.
“Strictly need to know” Rogue teased.
“Just dress nice, expect plenty of space away from crowds and make sure you’re ready this weekend.
I’ll text you the time and location”.
“It’s a date” Peter smiled.
“I’ll see you, Rogue”.
“Counting down the hours, sugar” she murmured softly before hanging up.
Saturday evening, Peter was a frantic blur in his bedroom.
He was practically vibrating as he iron a button-down shirt.
“Okay, collar looks straight.
Shoes are shined.
No soot in the hair” Peter muttered, checking his reflection.
A soft knock rattled the wood and Uncle Ben stepped into the room.
He took one look at Peter’s sharply ironed shirt, his pressed slacks and the subtle cloud of cologne lingering in the air and a knowing paternal smirk spread across his face “Well, look at you”.
Uncle Ben said, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms.
“Going somewhere important, or did you just suddenly develop a passion for formal wear?”.
“Hey, Uncle Ben.
Yeah, just…
meeting up with Rogue again,” Peter said, his voice cracking slightly on her name.
He nervously adjusted his watch.
“She’s, uh, she planned the whole thing tonight”.
Uncle Ben’s expression softened, but a glint of absolute mischief entered his eyes.
He stepped entirely into the room and closed the door behind him with agonizing slowness, clicking it shut.
He walked over to Peter, leaning in close his voice dropping to a harsh conspiratorial whisper.
“Listen to me, Peter” Ben whispered, glancing nervously back at the closed door.
“Your Aunt May is downstairs making pot roast and if she hears me say this, she will kill us both and bury us in the backyard”.
Peter blinked, completely thrown off.
“What?
What’s going on?”.
Ben reached into his front pocket, his hand reemerging with a small square shiny foil packet.
He subtly tried to slide it onto Peter’s desk.
Peter stared at the object.
His brain entirely short-circuited.
“Uncle Ben!
What—why—no!” Peter hissed, his voice an octave higher than usual as he tried to push the packet back.
“Keep your voice down!” Ben urgently whispered, swatting Peter’s hand away.
“Peter, be sensible.
I notice you left it in the basement.
You’re a young man, she’s a lovely girl.
I know things are…
still new, but a responsible man is always prepared….
“.
“Do not finish that sentence, Uncle Ben!
I am begging you!” Peter whispered burying his face in his hands.
“We’ve only had one date!
We just kissed!
This is completely premature!”.
“Premature is exactly what we’re trying to prevent, son” Uncle Ben whispered back with deadpan seriousness.
Suddenly, footsteps thudded on the stairs outside.”Peter?
Ben?” Aunt May’s voice called out from the hallway, approaching fast.
“Is everything alright in there?”.
In a synchronized panic born of pure survival instinct, Uncle Ben snatched the foil packet, slapped it directly into Peter’s front pants pocket and spun around to face the door just as Aunt May opened it. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Peter stood rigidly straight, smiling so wide his jaw ached.”Oh, hi, May!” Uncle Ben said smoothly, his voice instantly shifting back to his normal jovial tone.
“Just helping the boy with his collar.
You know how these young folks are with fashion these days”.
Aunt May looked between her whistling husband and her sweating nephew.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“Right.
Well, dinner is almost ready!
Peter, if you’re heading out, don’t be late!”.
“Got it, Aunt May!” Peter said.
The moment she closed the door, Peter collapsed against his bed letting out a breath he felt he’d been holding for a century.
Uncle Ben gave him a firm reassuring pat on the shoulder, winked and slipped out of the room without another word.
The coordinates Rogue texted Peter led him completely away from the bright neon glitter of Manhattan, deep into the quiet industrial history of Flushing Meadows.
When Peter swung up onto the rusted skeleton of the abandoned World’s Fair Pavilion observation deck, his jaw dropped.
High above the tree line completely isolated from the bustling city below, Rogue had transformed the desolate steel platform into a breathtaking private oasis.
Several warm golden fairy lights were strung between the overhead girders, casting a soft amber glow over the concrete deck.
In the center, she had laid out a plush heavy patchwork quilt covered in oversized velvet cushions.
A vintage wicker picnic basket sat in the middle alongside a portable speaker softly playing a slow, acoustic rhythm.
Rogue was leaning against the safety railing, looking absolutely stunning wearing a flowing dark blue sundress that caught the evening breeze.
“You actually made it, sugah” Rogue smiled, her green eyes reflecting the twinkling lights.
Peter walked over completely captivated, his leather satchel slung over his shoulder.
“Rogue…
this is incredible.
How did you even manage to set all this up?”.
“Perks of having friends who can fly, lift heavy objects and owe me favors” she chuckled softly, stepping away from the railing toward him.
She held out her bare hands, tilting her head.
“No crowds.
No risk.
Just the sky, the lights…
and us”.
Peter didn’t hesitate.
He reached out, his bare fingers interlacing with hers.
A soft warm tingle washed over his skin with profound magic of a mutual spark.
They spent the next few hours completely lost in each other’s company.
They ate Mexican takeout straight from the containers, laughed until their sides hurt about Peter’s chaotic run-in with Tony Stark and watched the distant city lights flicker beneath the starry autumn sky.
Suddenly Rogue looked unusually heavy with thought.
Rogue let out a soft dry laugh, though her eyes remained guarded.
“If we’re gonna keep doing this seeing each other, there’s things you ought to know”.
Peter leaned in, his expression turning attentive.
“Hey, you don’t have to rush into anything you’re not ready to talk about…”.
“I want to” she insisted, taking a breath to steady herself.
“When my powers first kicked in back in Mississippi, I was just a scared kid.
I didn’t know what was happening.
Every time I touched someone, I stole a piece of them, their memories, their thoughts, their strength.
I felt like a monster”.
She looked down at her hands clenching them tight.
“That’s when Mystique took me in.
I thought she was saving me, teaching me how to control it.
But she made use of me.
One afternoon, she told me someone was coming to hurt us.
She pointed out a woman flying and her name is Carol Danvers”.
Peter’s posture stiffened slightly.
The name immediately rang bells in his head.
“Mystique told me the only way to protect our family was to ambush her” Rogue continued, her voice dropping to a painful whisper.
“She tricked me into thinking it would just daze her.
So, I jumped her.
I held on.
I didn’t know how to let go, Peter.
I drained some of her powers – her flight, her strength, her mind.
It put Carol in a coma.
She was unconscious for three whole months because of what I did”.
Peter blinked, sitting back against the booth as his brain violently stalled.
“Wait…
hold on.
A coma?
For three months?”.
Rogue looked up, misinterpreting the shock on his face as disgust.
“I know.
It’s terrible.
She finally woke up, thank God, but I’ll never forgive myself for what I put her through”.
“No, no, it’s not that” Peter quickly explained.
His comic-book geek brain was screaming.
‘Three months?
She woke up?’.
In every Marvel comic Peter had ever read back in his own reality, Rogue’s attack on Carol Danvers wasn’t a temporary three-month coma.
It was a legendary, catastrophic tragedy.
Comic-book Carol had her entire psyche permanently hollowed out, her memories erased so completely that Professor X had to manually rebuild her mind like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces.
She hadn’t just woken up and recovered.
She had been forced to flee into deep space with the Starjammers because her emotional connection to Earth was utterly shattered.
“Peter?” Rogue asked, her voice laced with sudden anxiety.
“You’re looking at me like I’m a ghost”.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” Peter shook his head, trying to process the massive discrepancy.
“I mean..
Rogue, don’t get me wrong”.
Peter looked at her, seeing the genuine remorse and vulnerability in her green eyes.
The history of this world was softer, giving her a path to redemption that the comic version had to bleed for.
He reached across the table, carefully placing his hand on hers, offering comfort.
Peter said softly “What matters is you’re here, you’re trying to do right and you’re telling me the truth.
Thank you for trusting me with that”.
Rogue lean her head against Peter’s shoulder, trace the lines of his palm and just be.
As the night began to wind down, Rogue leaned in, resting her chin on Peter’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I have to admit, sugah” Rogue murmured playfully as she looked up at him.
“Watching news of you fighting this week was kind of thrilling.
This quiet romantic stuff is beautiful…
but next time, I want to go with you”.
Peter chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
“You want to swap picnic baskets for punching bad guys on date three?”.
“Absolutely” Rogue grinned, giving him a tight squeeze.
“You can show me your neighborhood and I’ll show you how a real mutant handles a street brawl.
Deal?”.
“It’s a deal” Peter smiled, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.
The cool night breeze swept across the desolate steel platform, carrying the faint scent of the surrounding wilderness.
Peter crumpled the last of the grease stained paper bags and tossed it into the trash bag he was holding.
“Well, that’s the last of it,” Peter said, tying a knot in the plastic bag.
“Can’t leave a mess, even if the only crowd around here is a bunch of rusty beams”.
Rogue was watching him with a soft, affectionate expression.
“You’re a good man, Peter Parker”.
“Hey, Uncle Ben always said to leave a place better than you found it” Peter replied, wiping his hands on his jeans.
As he patted his pockets, his fingers brushed against a small square foil packet he had completely forgotten was there.
His actions caused the tiny square packet to slip right out of his pocket.
It fluttered through the air and landed on the deck right between them, the flashy branding catching the twilight glare perfectly.
Peter froze.
His eyes locked onto the condom wrapper.
Rogue looked down, her eyebrows arching upward as a slow amused smirk spread across her face.
“Uh!” Peter gasped, his voice instantly jumping an octave.
“I….
that is not…
I mean, it’s exactly what it looks like, but it’s not why it looks like that!
I just…
I always keep one on me!
For safety!
Not because I assumed—I mean, I didn’t think today was…
wow, the air is really thin up here, isn’t it?”.
Rogue let out a rich melodic laugh, the sound echoing off the cold steel.
She took a step closer, looking down at the packet and then up at his completely panicked expression.
“Peter, relax.
You’re stuttering so hard I think you brain is short circuiting”.
“I am just trying to maintain my human dignity” Peter whined, quickly scooping the packet off the floor and shoving it deep into his pocket.
“I swear, I wasn’t trying to imply anything.
I’m a gentleman, Rogue!
A slightly embarrassed gentleman!”.
“I know you are” Rogue said softly, her laughter fading into a warm lingering gaze.
She walked up to him, stopping just inches away, her hands resting gently on his chest.
Her eyes danced with a sudden playful spark.
“But you know…
seeing you get all flustered like this?
It’s incredibly cute.
Honestly, sex with you is not off the table…
if you’re game”.
Peter’s breath hitched.
For a second, his brain completely shorted out again, processing the raw honesty and attraction in her voice.
He looked at her beautiful expectant face, feeling the intense pull between them.
Taking a slow steadying breath, Peter reached up and gently placed his hands over hers.
He gave them a reassuring squeeze and a genuine smile replacing his panic.
“Next time” Peter said softly, his voice steady and full of respect.
“I am absolutely not in a hurry, Rogue.
We are still learning about each other.
When we do this …
and I really want to…
I promise it’s going to be in a much better environment.
Somewhere warm, comfortable and exactly when you feel one hundred percent ready”.
Rogue stared at him, her gaze soften completely.
The playful tease melted away, replaced by a deep profound appreciation.
Peter choosing her comfort over his own impulses.”You really are something else, sugah” she whispered, leaning forward to gently rest her forehead against his chest, right over his racing heart.
“I try” Peter chuckled, wrapping his arms around her to block the wind.
Few days later, the hum of the fully equipped laboratory was a comforting symphony for Peter.
Tony had generously lent Peter the space, a sprawling sanctuary of holographic displays, automated arms and top-tier fabrication equipment.
Standing in the center of it all, Peter looked around with his mind racing with possibilities.
He was grateful for his spider abilities but he had to be honest with himself.
Every version of Spider-Man he had ever read about in the comics of his past life shared the same glaring vulnerabilities.
Spider-Man is a street-level brawler.
His fighting style was strictly non-lethal, leaving him hopelessly overwhelmed when forced to deal with massive armies or enemies requiring absolute neutralization.
To make matters worse, Spider-Man was effectively grounded.
He couldn’t fight in the air without buildings to swing from and long-distance travel was an logistical nightmare.
‘If I want to protect the people I care about in this universe’ Peter thought ‘I need to do something entirely different from any version of Spider-man’.
Without access to other version of serums, he didn’t just need a few upgrades.
He needed an arsenal.
Specifically, he needed a weapon capable of managing high-yield crowd control and he needed a high-performance fighter plane to completely eliminate his travel limitations. Visit novelping . com for the full chapter.
But none of that could happen without power.
The energy requirements for a weapon of that scale and an aerial combat vehicle were staggering.
Standard batteries wouldn’t cut it and he does not want to use Stark’s tech.
Peter pulled up a blank holographic blueprint with a flick of his wrist.
“Time to bring a little inspiration from home” he murmured to himself.
Drawing upon the knowledge of his past life, a specific vivid memory of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Peter decided to build something this world hadn’t seen yet, a miniaturized self-sustaining Arc Reactor.
He didn’t need it to keep shrapnel out of his heart like the Tony he remembered from the silver screen.
He needed it to be the beating heart of his new weaponry.
The hum of Tony Stark’s laboratory shifted from a low buzz to a deep room shaking vibration.
Peter stood before the miniaturize particle accelerator in the lab.
He needed to try synthesize the new element that Tony Stark had famously discovered in Iron Man 2.
“Alright, let’s see if my memory holds up” Peter muttered, pulling up a holographic projection of a complex atomic structure.
He didn’t have Howard Stark’s old Expo diorama to decode but he did have a perfect photographic recollection of the element’s triangular lattice blueprint from the movies.
He manually inputted the exact molecular weight, the required energy density and the precise geometric arrangement of the protons and neutrons into the lab’s mainframe.
The automated voice of the lab AI chimed in.
“Warning: The requested atomic structure does not exist in the current periodic table.
Proceeding with synthesis may cause extreme thermal instability”.
“Override” Peter commanded, his heart hammering against his ribs.
“And maximize power to the magnetic confinement fields.
We only get one shot at this”.
With a sharp intake of breath, Peter slammed his palm onto the activation terminal.
Inside the accelerator’s heavy containment tubes, a blinding streak of blue and violet light sparked into existence.
The particle beams collided at near-light speed, forcing subatomic particles to fuse in a way conventional physics deemed impossible.
A high-pitched harmonic whine filled the room, rattling the tools on the workbenches.
Through the blast shield, Peter watched a laser-like beam focus directly onto a small circular metallic housing unit at the center of the chamber.
The raw energy began to crystallize violently bonding the atoms together.
Sparks showered the interior of the pod as the atomic structure stabilized.
After a tense breathless minute, the accelerator let out a heavy hiss of depressurization.
The warning lights switched from a frantic red to a steady calm green.
Peter quickly put on a pair of heavy thermal gloves and opened the containment chamber.
Resting in the center of the cradle was a small, triangular prism glowing with a pure brilliant, almost hypnotic white-blue light.
It was completely stable, cold to the touch and radiated a clean, immense power.
“Infinite energy” Peter whispered a triumphant grin breaking across his face.
Carefully he slotted the new element right into the core of his newly fabricated palm-sized Arc Reactor.
The moment the piece clicked into place, the ring of electromagnets flared to life with a quiet powerful hum, casting sharp shadows across the walls of the lab.
Peter looked at the glowing device resting in his hand.
He finally had the perfect unyielding engine to power his new arsenal.
With his newly Arc Reactor glowing brightly on the workbench, Peter wasted no time.
He pulled up a fresh holographic grid and began sketching the blueprints for his most ambitious project yet, a stealth tactical fighter plane.
To make this vision a reality, Peter had spent the last several days reverse-engineering Tony Stark’s repulsor technology.
While he didn’t have full access to Tony’s proprietary, his own version of repulsor tech holds up its own against Tony’s.
Looking at the hologram he brought up the schematics of a Chengdu J-20 stealth fighter.
He loved the aggressive, dual-canard, forward-swept look of the fifth-generation jet.
But Peter wanted to completely reinvent it.
“Let’s see what happens when we remove the dead weight” Peter muttered to himself.
Because the jet was powered by the trio of Arc Reactors, it didn’t need massive, heavy turbofan engines, fuel tanks or air intakes.
This radically reduced the plane’s weight and freed up massive amounts of internal space.
In place of the traditional engines, Peter installed two massive repulsor thrusters for primary forward propulsion.
The math on the holographic display was beautiful since giving the jet an unparalleled thrust to weight ratio.
To capitalize on the extra space, Peter added a network of smaller repulsor nodes along the underbelly, wingtips, and nose.
This allowed the jet to completely hover in mid-air and perform would possess blinding speed and near-instantaneous maneuverability, capable of cutting sharp right-angle turns in mid-air that would kill a normal human.
Thankfully, Peter’s superhuman physical strength and enhanced physiology meant he could withstand the extreme bone-crushing G-forces of these sudden stops and turns without blacking out.
Weight was trimmed even further by eliminating all physical payloads.
There were no heavy missile bays, no explosive payloads and no ballistic ammunition.
Instead, the fighter was armed entirely with energy weapons three dual-turret repulsors positioned strategically at the front, the top and the bottom of the fuselage.
He set to work designing a dual-mode repulsor weapon systemr.
First, Peter mapped out a rapid-fire repulsor pulse system meant for heavy crowd control and shredding incoming projectile barrages.
Unlike Tony’s hand-mounted repulsors, which fired in rhythmic bursts, Peter configured these to cycle at 240 rounds per minute, mimicking a laser Gatling gun.
Second, he designed a concentrated continuous-beam repulsor mode.
This would channel the pure unyielding energy of his custom Arc Reactor into a devastating singular lance of plasma that is perfect for melting through heavily armored threats.
The real stroke of genius, however, was how he mounted them.
Instead of fixed forward-facing guns like traditional military jets, Peter designed omni-directional spherical turrets seamlessly integrated into the underbelly, nose, and top of the aircraft.
Using specialized magnetic tracks, these low-profile turrets could track, lock onto and shoot at any angle in a nearly 360-degree angle.
Whether an enemy was directly above, creeping up his tail or swarming on the ground below, Peter wouldn’t even need to turn the plane to incinerate them.
The onboard targeting is done by Homer, synced directly to his neural-link prototype he was tinkering with.
This would allow him to point and shoot simply by looking at a target.
“Locked, loaded and completely unstoppable” Peter smiled, watching the 3D schematics of the turrets click smoothly into the fighter’s digital skeleton.
Stepping back, he looked at the final twin-seat cockpit design with blue, red and white decal.
He called it the Spider-Jet.
Because Peter stripped out the turbofans, internal plumbing and heavy weapons bays, the fighter plane is significantly sleeker, lighter and faster than its traditional military counterpart.
Length 17.5 meters (Reduced from the standard 21.2m)
Wingspan 11.0 meters (Optimized delta-wing with canards for high-alpha maneuvering).
Height 3.8 meters (Low-profile, highly aerodynamic stealth silhouette).
Empty Weight 9,500 kg (9.5 metric tons) Roughly half the weight of a standard J-20 due to no engine blocks or weapon systems.
Max Takeoff Weight 11,000 kg (11.0 metric tons)Very little variance since it carries zero heavy jet fuel or missiles.
Power Source 3x Arc Reactors (Providing near-infinite operational range and clean energy.
One as main power source, one as secondary and one as backup)
Estimated Top Speed Mach 4.5 (approx.
5,500 km/h) (Hypersonic capability enabled by massive repulsor thrust and low mass)
Seating Capacity 1 occupant and more than enough cargo space for the following project.
Peter didn’t stop at the fighter plane.
Looking at his notes, he decided he needed a ground and air armored option for heavy combat.
Using the holographic interface, he began designing a customized tactical armor suit.
He engineered it to be larger than a standard Iron Man suit but smaller and more agile than the bulky Hulkbuster.
This mid sized exo-suit was designed for maximum fire power, heavily inspired by the Gundam Freedom’s weapon from his past life’s anime memories.
Instead of traditional, physical ordnance like missiles, bullets or beam sabers, Peter substituted it with pure energy.
He mapped out a pair of independent powerful multi-angle repulsor launcher across the suit’s shoulders, chests, hands and hips with a wing-like backpack thruster and leg thruster for aerial ability.
This gave him a ‘Multi-Lock On’ system capable of target-locking and incinerating an entire army simultaneously using varying intensities of repulsor beams.
The onboard targeting is done by Homer, synced directly to his neural-link prototype he was tinkering with.
This also would allow him to point and shoot simply by looking at a target.
Forming on the display was a massive Buster Sword with an elongated, two-handed handle.
The blade itself was thick, broad, and forged from a titanium gold composite.
Running down the center of the heavy blade were energy conduits meant to channel the raw power of the arc reactor, allowing the sword to vibrate at high frequencies to shear through tank armor.
When not in use, it locked vertically onto the suit’s spine.
Name Aegis
Height approx.
2.5 meters tall
Weapons 2x Barrel Heavy Repulsors Shoulder, 2x Barrel Heavy Repulsors Hip, 1x Heavy Repulsors Chest, 2x light gautlet Repulsors hand
Melee High-Frequency Buster Sword (Massive two-handed sword; the sole physical weapon for dense structural breach).
Propulsion Multi-Vector Wing & Leg Repulsor Thrusters (Allows instantaneous right-angle turns and Mach-level atmospheric flight.
Power Source 2 Arc Reactor.
One main power source and one secondary
Strength Increase basic Spider-man strength by 30 Percent.
Flight Speed Mark 1.5
Peter was entirely in the zone, building his third Arc Reactor.
When a dry unmistakable voice echoed from the threshold “You know, Spiderman, not many people can rewrite the periodic table”.
Tony Stark stood there arms crossed, sporting a look of intense curiosity.
Tony walked forward, his eyes locked entirely on the glowing power source resting on the central pedestal.
He leaned in close, tapping the frame of his spectacles to run a real-time energy scan.
“Looks like my arc reactor but….” Tony murmured, his casual demeanor instantly vanishing into pure unadulterated intrigue.
“…
you altered the neutron clusters to stabilize the plasma decay.
Spider-man, this is pulling a cleaner energy yield than my current reactor.
How did you come up with this idea?”.
“I, uh…
” Peter said nervously.
“It is just an idea i came up with”.
Peter thought to himself ‘From you in the movie’.
Tony stared at the core, then at Peter with a rare expression of genuine surprise crossing his face.
“Not bad”.
Before Peter could reply, Tony’s eyes drifted to the massive holographic projector at the center of the room.
The system was cycling through two massive, interactive blueprints the Spider-Jet and Aegis.
Tony walked up to the display, his hands instantly sweeping through the air to swipe, expand and dissect the floating blue prints.
“What in the world is this?” Tony asked, his voice dropping an octave as he analyzed the fighter jet schematic.
“A Chengdu J-20 airframe…
but you gutted the Saturn turbofans?
You stole my tech?”.
“No, it it my own version that i created” Peter said, gaining confidence as he stepped next to his mentor.
“The G-force on a hard bank at Mach 4.5 in this thing would turn a normal human pilot into strawberry jam, Spider-man”.
“Well” Peter smiled weakly, tapping his own chest.
“I can take it”.
Tony let out a low whistle, shaking his head.
“Insane.
Brilliant, but completely insane.
You made a fighter jet that flies like an iron suit”.
He swiped his hand to the left, bringing up the second blueprint that had caught his eye, Peter’s custom Exo-suit Aegis.
Tony zoomed in on the mechanical joints and the weapons”.
His eyebrows shot up as he took in the sheer scale of the machine “And this weapon layout” Tony muttered, looking at the unfolding wing binders on the suit’s back.
“Are we going for war?”.
“No!
but it is better to be prepared than not having any at all” Peter admitted.
”
Tony stopped pacing around the holographic display, his eyes shifting from the blue print straight to Peter.
The typical billionaire bravado vanished, replaced by the sharp calculating look of a seasoned industrialist.
“Alright, kid, let’s talk shop” Tony said, leaning casually against a carbon-fibre workbench and crossing his arms.
“I’m offering you a deal.
A formal business partnership.
Specifically, for the exclusive rights to that new stabilized element you just cooked up”.
Tony stepped closer, pointing a finger at the three glowing blue Arc Reactors on the pedestal.
“What you did here isn’t just a better battery for your toys.
You’ve created a core that can run near indefinitely which is clean.
It could power entire cities”.
Peter looked at the reactors, then back to Tony “You want the element?”.
“I want us to co-patent it under a Stark-Parker joint venture” Tony clarified, his voice dropping.
“In exchange, consider your fighter plane and exo-suit fully funded, legally cleared and entirely yours to keep.
I won’t blame you for stealing my tech ideas.
For all that, we split the commercial energy applications fifty-fifty.
You get the resources of Stark Industries, and I get to make sure the world’s next greatest energy breakthrough stays in the right hands.
What do you say?”.
Peter looked at the massive holographic jet, the towering mid-sized Exo-Suit and then at the legendary Tony Stark offering him a hand to shake.
Peter reached out shamelessly and shook it.
“Fifty-fifty sounds pretty good to me, Mr.
Stark”.
“Excellent” Tony smiled, clapping him on the shoulder.
“Now, let’s get Friday to draft the paperwork before Pepper finds out what you are building here”.