Looking back on it Peter would often ask himself; ‘How did I manage to get myself into that situation?’ Well, the answer was quite simple. Tony Stark. Tony Stark was the one that convinced him to join the Avengers and if he hadn’t done that he wouldn’t have gone on the stupid (extremely awesome) X-men/Avengers team up, and if he hadn’t done that then he wouldn’tve been stuck beneath a quickly crumbling building with a blue elfin mutant who had an (to his innocent Queens-bred ears) almost indecipherable German accent.
See, Tony Stark was to blame for all of this! Every single bit of it. None of it could possibly be blamed on Peter’s inattention at the time, or his penchant to go rushing to the rescue with out first weighing the risks. Nope, it was all Mister Stark.
Peter was sitting in a corner of the darkened (and caving in) basement, thinking very hard on what exactly he would say to his mentor when, and if, he saw him again, and definitely not thinking at all about the last time a building had fallen on top of him, or the fact that the walls were closing in, and they were probably running on a limited air supply, and it already felt like the oxygen was running out. He tucked his knees up to his chin and glanced sideways at his compatriot. Code name Nightcrawler if memory served.
“Uh...you doin’ okay?” He whispered, afraid that a loud noise might bring the building crashing down.
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