A/N: im stressing outtt because homecoming is going by so fast but it's ok cause i have the next fourteen chapters planned out and you might hate me a little bit but it's ok

in other news, i figured out how to use gifs in the header so yay!

so i had a dream last night that i had a dog and he really wanted to watch a movie so i took him to the theater and they let him watch a movie without a ticket but not me cause i was broke :(

anyway, i had to cut this chapter in half but it's fine whatever

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"Great job, Peter.

You are 98 percent successful."
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"Don't move!" the FBI shouted.

"Get on the ground!"

"FBI!"

"Wait, what do you mean, FBI?" Peter breathed, looking around frantically.

"The FBI is the Federal Bureau of Investigation," Karen said.

"I know what the FBI means, but what are they doing here!"

Suddenly, behind them, where the cars were parked inside the ferry, a mechanical wing burst out of a truck, making everyone turn to it.

"Quick!" Peter said urgently, shoving something into her hand, "If the bad guys take you, use this!"

Before she could even reply, he shoved her away, swinging out to dodge the blasts. Adelaide hit the floor with a groan.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The wing suit guy dragged a car and threw it at the cluster of agents to Adelaide's left. She scrambled to her feet and jumped on them, shoving them aside just in time.

"Look out, look out, look out. Move, move, move!" Peter shouted, pulling the FBI agents to the side as the wing suit guy began to fly faster towards them. Adelaide locked eyes with Peter just before the wing suit guy hit Peter, throwing him into the water and flew himself off the ferry.

Adelaide gaped at the water. She really couldn't believe he had just flung Peter into the water like that. She really hoped he knew how to swim or that his suit had a floating feature or something.

Just then, a strange storm began forming on the top deck. Adelaide looked up, watching in horror as a tornado of brown sand came together to form a monster. It was Sandman. He began attacking the FBI agents there on the top deck with him. One of them tripped and fell down a level.

From the sky the wing suit man fired a purple energy blast at an FBI agent's arm.

"Get to the top deck. We're getting out of here," Adrian said to his men there on the deck with them.

Suddenly, the wing suit guy locked eyes with her. He aimed the alien weapon at her. Adelaide turned herself invisible and ducked behind the car. He began firing at the car and she realized that he was using infrared vision to see her.

She jumped when a shot missed her by only a few centimeters.

"TADASHI, help me out here," she mumbled under her breath.

"Would you like me activate Instant Kill Mode?" he asked.

"What? No! Would you let the Instant Kill go already?" she said. Another shot fired at the car and she just barely rolled away from it in time.

Adelaide looked up, locking eyes with the wing suit guy as he aimed directly at her.

Half a second before the blast hit her, she was shoved onto the floor.

Again.

"Are you okay?" Peter shouted, scanning her body for injuries from the blast. Adelaide winced, feeling a bruise forming on the back of her head.

"You know, this is the third time you've knocked me onto the floor in the past hour," she mumbled, looking up at his masked fave hovering right above hers. He wasn't soaking wet for some reason even though he had been dunked into the river. 

"Sorry," he breathed, getting off of her. He held out his hand and she grabbed it, pulling herself up. She paused, staring at their hands. Or rather, his hand. She was still invisible.

She turned herself visible again with a frown.

"How did you—"

"Duck!" he shouted, pulling her down. The blast of sand swirled around them like a tornado, blinding them. Adelaide held onto Peter's hand tightly, refusing to let go. She held an arm over her eyes but it was no use. The sand had already gotten inside and was burning her eyes. She couldn't see a thing in the middle of this tornado of sand.

"Stay down!" she heard Peter shouting to her through the storm. Another blast from the wing suit man hit the ferry just above their heads. Then, just like that, the storm disappeared around them.

Breathing heavily, Adelaide slowly stood up, still tightly clutching Peter's hand. Her skin felt hot, like it had been scratched a million times. She looked over at Peter, who was coughing. The sandman was gone. For now, at least. She tried to talk, but her throat felt so dry.

"Stay – here," Peter coughed, letting go of her hand and running out to the open deck, shooting a web into the air at the wing suit guy's leg. The man began flailing around in the air, trying to regain control as the FBI agents continued to shoot him.

The wing suit guy began to fly backwards, dragging Peter along with him. Quickly, Peter shot a web to the car behind him and then connected the webs in both of his hands. He flipped off to the side, letting the wing suit guy pull the car along instead. The car got stuck on a pole and Peter flipped up onto the deck above, just barely dodging a blast in his direction.

Peter shot another web at him and then swung over the water, hanging from the wings of the man's suit.

Using the momentum from the swing, he swung himself into the air behind the wing suited man. For the second that Peter was in the air, the man tried to fire at him again, but Peter shot two webs onto the ferry and swung himself back onto the deck.

Suddenly, the sandman appeared beside Adelaide and she immediately turned herself invisible, ducking a punch from him. She twisted around to his backside, throwing a kick into his back. To her horror, her foot went right through him and there was a hole in his abdomen from where her foot had been. This man was literally made of sand.

Angry, he turned around to punch her, but she was still invisible. She ducked under his arm and then tried to twist his arm around his back. But his entire arm just dissolved into sand in her hand. She looked up at him. How the hell did she fight this guy?

Meanwhile, Peter was watching as the winged man in the air cut the webs off of himself with his wings and then aimed at him again.

Peter quickly threw a web at the glowing purple weapon in the man's hand.

"Activate Taser Web!" he shouted to Karen.

Immediately, electricity zapped through the strand of the web and the weapon was yanked away from the wing suit man.

It landed on the deck.

Adelaide stared at it with her lips parted in surprise. Even Sandman stared at it for a minute. For a moment, nothing happened. And then the thing began bouncing around the deck wildly.

Thinking fast, Peter began shooting spiderwebs at it, trying to stick it onto the floor of the deck.

"You're messing with things you don't understand," the wing suit man grumbled. Sandman once again dissolved his entire body into sand and flew off the ferry. Adelaide was too focused on the flow of the purple weapon to notice.

"Watch out!" Adelaide shouted, pushing Peter aside just in time.

Suddenly, the weapon's laser beam broke up into multiple rays.

The energy blast cut through the upper seating area, narrowly missing the terrified passengers.

Instead of falling to the floor, Peter had been slammed into the wall by the Blue Phantom. She pulled off him, looking over her shoulder.

In the air, the man in the wing suit and Sandman were dodging blasts from the weapon. Sandman was spinning in a shielding circle of sand around the wing suit man. One of their men on the ferry quickly sprinted toward the upper deck and then leaped into the air, smoothly landing on the back of the man in the wing suit.

And then just like that, they all flew away.

"Are you alright?" Adelaide breathed. Peter swallowed, nodding.

Suddenly, very slowly, jets of water began splitting the ferry in half.

"Oh my God," Peter breathed, looking past the girl. They both exchanged terrified looks with each other.

"What the hell do we do?" she asked him, her voice raw and itching from the sand. Peter swallowed.

"You get someplace safe. I'll handle this," he said and swung off before she could protest, "Karen, uh, give me an X-ray of the boat and target all the strongest points."

He began shooting web grenades as fast as he possibly could at the highlighted spots of the ferry on his display.

"Web grenade. Web grenade," he said breathlessly, trying to move even faster. If he didn't hurry, the entire ferry was going to get split in half and sink.

"Splitter web, go!"

He swung over the small fires, and then fired several strands of web and once, binding them together with another strand. Reaching the bow, he crouched on the edge of the roof. He wearily eyed the two leaning halves of the ferry that were now crisscrossed with spiderweb.

"Great job, Peter. You are 98 percent successful."

"Ninety-eight?!" Peter shouted.

"Yeah, Spider-Man!" a man shouted from inside the ferry.

And then the webs began to snap.

"No, no, no, no!" he shouted as the water began to floor the cargo. People began screaming in terror as the ferry began splitting in half and tilting onto its side. The passengers were sliding down the floor of the ferry as the gap widened and more webs began to snap.

"No!" he shouted desperately, swinging himself into the space between the ferry. He grabbed a thread and then shot another.

With his arms outstretched, he hung between both sides of the ferry, trying to pull them together.

"Argh!" he groaned painfully, pulling as hard as he could.

But it wasn't enough.

He felt like his limbs were being pulled apart from his body. The ferry wasn't budging, but he was literally pulling as hard as he physically could. A sinking feeling entered his stomach. These people were about to drown and it was his fault.

Suddenly, the two sides began to move toward each other.

"What the hell?" he muttered. He definitely wasn't the one doing that. Letting go of the strands, he landed in the seating area, looking around in confusion.

"What the hell..."

Just then, he saw Iron Man rising into view through the windows.

"Hi, Spider-Man. Band practice, was it?"

Hovering outside the ferry, Iron Man was holding up one half of the boat as drones arrived and attached themselves to the other half. Thrusters began propelling the two halves of the ferry together along with him.

Peter breathlessly looked around the ferry as the halves came together. He caught Iron Man's eye through the window just before he flew off.

"Yeah, Iron Man!" the man beside him shouted.

Quickly, Peter swung into the cargo hole where Mr. Stark was welding the ferry back together.

"Uh, Mr. Stark? Hey, Mr. Stark. Could I do anything? What do you want me to do?" he asked nervously. The guilt was evident in every word and he was nervous as hell for having screwed up the one thing he wasn't supposed to.

"I think you've done enough," Mr. Stark muttered, flying away without even looking in his direction.

Peter ran after him onto the deck and then sighed, watching him fly off. He leaned against the railing, hitting it with his fist in anger and then immediately regretting it. There was smoke pouring out of the vessel and rescue boats and helicopters were approaching the ferry from every direction.

Peter guilty stared a rescue boat coming towards them. He suddenly felt like crying.

This was all his fault.

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A/N: so like i said i got the next three months planned and that's about how much longer it's going to take to get all the way through homecoming. and i know you're thinking three months?? but homecoming is about to end?

and you would be right, but i still have some tricks up my sleeve ;)

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