This isn't your New York and these aren't your Avengers
Despite all that’s happened in his life, Peter never considered himself to be someone who hated anyone. Aunt May and Uncle Ben had taught him that hate was a powerful emotion that would hurt him more than whoever it was he felt that way about. However, May and Ben were long since gone, along with everyone else he loved.
He tried so hard to keep hate in check but, as he spiraled through the strange vortex, images of his last two friends Sam and Bucky being killed filled his head. The last two people he cared for had been ripped from him and Peter hated the ones responsible. Peter Parker hated The Avengers.
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The feeling hadn’t always been there. The team had started off as heroes, symbols of good in a world that needed protecting from invading forces. They were everything someone could hope to be. As time went on however, things began to change and the world found itself at the mercy of those it had once loved.
How things had gotten so bad, Peter couldn’t tell you. No one knew what turned the beloved heroes from their righteous path to one of domination. Sure, plenty had tried to stand against them, but all failed.
Charles Xavier’s school had been completely wiped out and all following mutants “disappeared”. Fellow vigilante's were openly killed. Any corporation trying to create combatants to the Avengers were shut down and all connected also “disappeared”.
Norman and Harry had been amongst those people. The Avengers had made quick work of Oscorp, but not before Sam Wilson managed to snatch a pair of mechanical wings that enabled flight and, years before, Peter Parker had his DNA permanently altered by a radioactive spider on a simple field trip.
Through a coincidental series of events, the two had managed to meet and partnered up with the intent on bringing down the renegade group of, now, villains.
As the two worked in the shadows to help the people and take down various local outposts that had been set up to ensure control, the Avengers used any means possible to locate the them. Their efforts were proving fruitless as the two men hid their faces and never actually spoke to anyone.
Word spread through the city of New York of the opposition to the rule of The Avengers, but no one offered help. No one offered, but Spider-Man and Falcon didn’t want them to either. They wouldn't allow normal citizens to fight where they would only fail.
Sam had long lost all his friends and family, and Peter lost May and Ben when The Avengers set a trap in Queens to lure him out. While all casualties hurt, this one had nearly broken him. Like a true friend, Sam stayed by his side and the two worked even harder to fight against their oppressors.
It wasn’t until a man with a grudge and a metal arm stumbled upon them that the tides really started to shift in the vigilantes' favor.
A man by the name James Barnes joined the two men with Avengers intel. Brainwashed by the long ended Hydra, the man had struggled with regaining memories and putting his life back together. He had been appalled when, fully returning to himself, he discovered his once best friend had become so power hungry and ruthless..
At first Sam and Peter had been hesitant to trust the man, but after single handedly taking out two new outposts, they slowly opened up to him. It turned out to be a fantastic move as the man was an efficient ally against The Avengers, who reminded him of Hydra and all that had been taken from him.
Years of fighting between the two factions had led to lots of destruction, but the people felt a margin of safety knowing the three were doing their best to watch over and protect them.
At 26 years old, Peter was finally able to smuggle in enough materials to create a weapon that would finally end The Avengers.
A simple bomb loaded with the right materials to destroy every cell in their bodies and anyone else in the blast range.
It was a risky move and it would require careful planning. The rather small blast area would have to be evacuated of all civilians, and someone would have to activate it manually.
The three argued over who was going to do it, when ultimately it was decided they all would do it. The plan involved Bucky and Sam leading The Avengers in while Peter readied everything. Once they were all in range, he would set off the bomb and end it all.
The plan had been working so smoothly as all the civilians were out of the way and Bucky and Sam made it to the blast zone with The Avengers on their tail.
Peter’s grin fell however as he watched Sam fall to a direct hit from Iron Man’s repulsor that tore a hole completely through his chest. Bucky, in a strange poetic way, fell to the hands of his once best friend as Steve Rogers hit him with his shield and beat him to death with it.
Peter stood, the only member of his rag tag team left, holding the bomb. The Avengers all grinned at him as they approached. His last thoughts before hitting the button was of his loss of everyone he loved and his hope that his plan worked.
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A loud pop accompanied his thrust into a clear sky. His body burned and ached as he fell. Below him, what looked like New York was fast approaching. Throwing out his hand, Peter caught the side of a skyscraper and swung up on to the roof. He rolled across the rooftop, coming to a stop on his back as he struggled to get his breathing under control. He was so hot and he could feel his insides physically changing. God he hoped he wasn't mutating into an actual man-spider.
After few more minutes of agony, he felt himself cooling down and the pain subsiding. He slowly got on his feet, ripping his mask off and taking large gulps of fresh, cool air. He ran his hands over his body and his teeth, relieved to find nothing on the outside had changed at least. As his breathing finally evened out, Peter's eyes widened as he took in his surroundings.
The city was in perfect shape. No outposts. People moving about, smiling and laughing.
“Where the hell am I?” Peter asked to no one. It was definitely New York, but it clearly wasn’t his New York.
He moved to put on his mask when a loud explosion went off in the distance. Taking a running start, Peter leapt into the sky, slipping his mask on, and swung off toward the smoke.
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“Everyone report!” Steve Rogers yelled into his com, praying his team would answer.
“Good here Cap.” Tony answered, swooping past him.
“Clint’s here with me and we’re good.” Natasha said, the sound of gunshots following her words.
“Hulk and I are engaged in fantastic battle!” Thor’s jovial voice boomed over the link.
There was silence after.
“Sam! Buck!” Steve yelled.
“Here Cap, and you’re not gonna believe what I’m seeing.” Sam’s voice finally came through.
“Where’s Bucky?”
“I'm not sure, I lost him during a structural collapse and a......different distraction.”
“We’re wrapping up on our end.” Natasha said. “We’re heading your way.”
“Ha ha!” Thor laughed. “The Hulk and I have prevailed! We head your way as well!”
“Come on Capsicle.” Tony grinned. “Let’s go.”
Steve gasped in surprise as Tony scooped him up and flew off in the direction Bucky and Sam had been assigned.
The group arrived to several Hydra assassins webbed to the ground and buildings. There was a low rumble as a chunk of large debris from an explosion moved away from the blocked doorway of a building.
Sam landed next to his newly arrived team and watched as a man in red and blue emerged from the rubble.
“Bucky!” The man shouted, frantically looking around. “Answer me!”
The man began running from where he was to, where they assumed, he had last seen their teammate. Sam was the first to reach the panicking man.
“Hey-“
“Sam!” The man shouted, grabbing Sam’s upper arms. “You’re alive! We have to find Bucky! I lost him when parts of the building fell! We have to get him out! I don’t know how either of you managed to survive but I can’t go through watching one of you die again!”
“It’s alright man, we’ll find him. He’s a hard one to take down.”
“Tell me about it.”
Sam watched as the man moved towards a pile of rubble. He made to say something before stopping short as the man lifted a large chuck of concrete as though it as if it weighed nothing.
“Bucky!” He screamed. “Just say something! Anything!”
A muffled grumble came from further under the pile and the masked man quickly resumed his removal of the rubble.
“Sam! Quit dragging your ass and fucking help me!”
Sam snapped out of his stunned daze and rushed over, pulling what he could away from the pile.
“Jesus Wilson, where the hell were you?” Bucky grumbled, dirt covered face finally coming in to view.
“Oh thank God!” The stranger sighed, lifting his mask just above his nose before pulling Bucky out and hugging him close.
Bucky shared a look with Sam who just shrugged in confusion. As the former assassin made to respond, the wind picked up and he finally caught a strong whiff of the smaller man hugging him close.
Omega.
An omega who smelled delicious and perfect. His eyes flashed red and he took another deep breath.
“Buck?” Steve sighed in relief. “You-“
The group stopped as the wind stirred up the stranger’s scent again. The alphas of the group groaned at the smell.
Hearing the sound, the red and blue figure’s head snapped around.
“Sam!” He yelled, moving to shield Bucky. “Buck's wounded. Take him and get out of here, I’ll hold them off.”
“Hang on a minute-“ Steve started, raising his hands.
“Sam, go!”
Without warning, he shot forward and slammed his fist into Steve’s jaw. Steve yelled out as he hit the ground, sliding back along the pavement.
“Whoa there!” Tony yelled, moving to grab the furious male.
As his hand went to connect with the man’s shoulder, strong hands grabbed the arm of his suit and flipped him over and into the side of a building.
“Holy shit!” Clint exclaimed, both thrilled at the show and terrified that an omega was the one giving it.
“Calm yourself young one!” Thor demanded, wrapping his arms around the omega and pinning his arms to his side. “No one is going to hurt you or our fellow friends.”
The mystery omega struggled to find purchase to escape his current state.
“Let go of me!” The smaller male yelled, pushing his arms out.
Thor was taken aback by the omega’s strength as he felt his hold begin to waiver.
“Nat!” Steve yelled. “Subdue him!”
Natasha nodded as she pulled a small syringe from a tiny pouch on her belt. The lenses on the man’s mask widened as he watched her come closer.
“No!”
“Easy does it,” Tony grinned, raising his face plate. “You’re about to feel a lot better.”
“Oh I bet I will.” The omega growled, struggling harder.
He flung his body violently as Natasha got closer. In one last ditched effort, he tucked his arms close and shoved them out with enough force to break the surprised Thor’s hold.
“Not today assholes.” he yelled, back flipping over Thor and landing in between the Avengers and Bucky and Sam.
“Sam!” He shouted. “I told you to take Bucky and go! What are you doing?”
“Look kid, I don’t know who you are, but those are our teammates and we’re gonna take Bucky back to Avengers’ Tower and patch him up.”
Peter froze, then slowly turned his head to see Sam supporting Bucky as they slowly made their way over to the Avengers.
“Wha-what? Sam! Bucky! How could you join them? Is that why you’re alive? Because they never actually killed you!”
Peter could feel his anger rising. Had Sam and Bucky been working for The Avengers all along? It didn’t make sense though. Why do all they did to stand against them, only to be part of them in the end? Other than Peter’s identity, there was nothing else for them to gain.
"There seems to be a bit of confusion here." Bruce said, joining his teammates in rumpled clothing. "We're not your enemies. Obviously you need help. I can see a bruise forming on your chin and your lip is split. You should come with us so we can properly check you for injuries."
"I don't think so." Peter growled, slowly backing up. "I don't know what game you're trying to play here, but I'm not falling for it."
The Avengers shared a look before slowly spreading out, intent of taking the strange, yet oh so alluring, omega in for questioning and medical attention.
Not about to become the Avengers next victim, Peter threw his arm up, fully planning to leave the scene when another gust of wind hit the exposed lower portion of his face. Peter felt a headache coming on as wonderful smells began to fill his nostrils. So many overwhelming scents and all of them appealed to him.
Slowly, his arm began to lower. His head was swimming and the lack of warning from his Spider-Sense wasn’t helping matters. The Avengers were all around him, how could it not be reacting.
Gripping his head, Peter held his breath to steady himself. He had to get himself under control or things were about to get ugly. His head clearing, Peter threw his arm out, shooting a web and launching into the sky right as Clint made a dive for him. Looking over his shoulder, Peter watched the stunned Avengers scramble to regroup as he vanished out of sight.