I'm Spider-Man (MCU)

Chapter 188: AIM Attacks

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When Peter woke up the next morning and finished his usual routine, he was about to go and check on Lily to make sure that she did her homework, but Jarvis suddenly spoke through his phone.

"Sir, we may have a situation." Jarvis says immediately, stopping Peter in his tracks.

"What is it?" Peter asks as he whips out his phone.

"I manage all of Mr. Starks social media accounts for him, as you know. He received an odd private message only a couple of hours ago." Jarvis starts to explain.

"Wait, why aren't you going to Tony for this?" Peter asks.

"Mr. Stark was out very late last night with Miss Potts and refused to wake up." Jarvis explains dejectedly, as if he tried many times to get Tony to listen to him, before giving up and coming here.

"Huh?! With Pepper?" Peter says as he wondered if it was a date... "Let's worry about that later. What's the message?"

*Ding ding!*

"I sent it to your phone, sir." Jarvis says as Peter's phone chimes.

'Killian declared war. Full planes incoming!'

"Short and sweet, huh?" Peter comments, as he wondered what the words 'Full planes' could mean, either bombs or soldiers or both? "That's all that was sent?"

"Yes, sir." Jarvis answers.

"Who sent it?" Peter asks curiously.

"A high-level member of AIM, Joshua McBride." Jarvis reveals.

"I guess he's jumping ship." Peter comments as he turns back to his phone. "Jarvis, hack into Air Traffic Control and find me these planes."

"On it, sir."

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Only a few minutes later, Jarvis returned with some information.

"Sir, there are ten large army transport planes, registered under AIM, heading to New York City." Jarvis explains his findings. "They will arrive within the hour."

"Okay, give me coordinates." Peter commands as his clothes swap to his spider suit.

"Sir, there's a similar group of planes heading to Washington DC as well." Jarvis adds out of nowhere.

'Why is Killian sending planes to the Capital?' Peter asked himself, though he soon thought of every villain that has ever existed. 'Does he want to take over the country?'

"How far are they from arrival?" Peter asks.

"Three hours, sir." Jarvis answers instantly.

"Good, let's deal with the planes heading our way first. Then we can go and intercept the other group next." Peter says as he receives coordinates from Jarvis. "Alright, let's go."

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As a portal opened high above the clouds, Peter could see a line of huge transport planes coming his way. Each of them was painted black with the AIM logo on the side.

"Jarvis, is Killian on board?" Peter asks.

"I don't know, sir." Jarvis answers.

'Eh, he's probably in one of the planes heading to Washington...' Peter thought as that's what he would do if he was looking to take over the country. "Let's just deal with this group quickly. If Killian is onboard, then rest in pieces, I guess."

With an uncaring shrug, Peter waves his hand and opens a big portal at the nose of every plane, giving the pilots a perfect view of the beautiful distant stars of outer space.

As the planes flew out into space, the wings were ripped off as they collided with the golden outline of the portals. Only the cabin of each plane was small enough to slip through unhindered.

Thankfully, the cold vacuum of space was there to help suck the wingless aircrafts inside.

As each plane disappeared through the portals, Peter watched as twenty large metal wings with engines attached fell into the open ocean below.

When Peter closed the portals, leaving the hundreds of Extremis soldiers to their deaths, he could see the windows of the planes lighting up.

"Too late..." Peter muttered as the portals snapped shut in an instant.

"Sir, that's a lot of space junk..." Jarvis comments, as the Earth already has a growing problem with too much junk orbiting the planet.

If left to grow for too long, humans would be trapped in their own planet by the cr*p they left out in orbit, which would be hard to handle for normal people.

"I'll clean it up later." Peter waves off Jarvis' concern.

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Flying in a plane that could rival Air Force One, the president's personal aircraft, Killian sat back and admired the view of the clouds as he flew by.

Looking down at his hand, Killian smiled as his skin brightened up in an orange light.

After making the most stable batch of Extremis formula that he could, Killian thought it only right that he enhances himself before the coming battle.

It wasn't perfect, but he had a plan.

Once he was in control and everything settled down, if any Extremis-related complications started to form, Killian would cryogenically freeze himself, while his subordinates came up with a fix.

The image of himself standing over the bodies of the Avengers, especially a certain Stark, only cemented his decision even more.

'I hope Stark survives long enough so that I can take my pound of flesh...' Killian thought darkly.

"You're really giving off supervillain vibes right now. I like it." A voice fills the spacious cabin, surprising Killian as he didn't hear anyone come in.

Looking up from his hand, Aldrich was shocked to find a red and blue-clad spidery man sitting across from him with a glass of scotch in hand.

"This is some good stuff." Peter says as he sips from the glass through his mask and starts hacking like a smoker. "Cough... cough... Smooth."

"Spider-Man?!" Killian finally spoke as his body began to light up.

"Yeah, that's me." Peter says as he sets his drink down. "You may want to calm down."

Pointing to Killian's seat, Peter watched as it started to bubble and melt. This didn't go unnoticed for long, as Killian quickly turned down the heat.

"Smart." Peter nodded as Killian left his ruined chair and started pacing around the room. "You wouldn't want to melt through the plane and fall from this altitude... Actually, go ahead. That would make my job so much easier."

"Shut up!" Killian lashes out as he doesn't know what to do. "How are you here?"

"I flew here with Ms. Frizzle on the magic school bus." Peter answers jokingly.

"What?" Killian didn't understand the reference, though he soon gained some confidence. "I would get back to New York if I were you."

"Why is that?" Peter asked, finding this situation pretty funny.

"Oh, you don't know..." As if on queue, Aldrich went on a five-minute rant about his army, which was marching to New York Cities' doorstep. "If you leave now, you may be able to save a few of the leftovers?"

Killian looked smug as he taunted Peter, but that would soon change.

With a flick of his wrist, Peter opened a window-sized portal in front of Killian's face, causing him to freeze in shock.

"Y-You..." Killian stutters as he stared into the window, like a deer in headlights. "How?!"

On the other side, is the floating space wreckage that was once Aldrich's army, which took him many years to put together.

"I found them buzzing around my city, so I sent them to space. No big deal." Peter says with a shrug as he kicks his feet up on the table.

In Peter's humble opinion, this is the best part of being a hero. Turning the tables on some maniac and watching them slowly crumble as they realize they've lost everything.

"Why are you even here?" Killian asks as Peter could have probably done the same thing to him.

"I'm here to give you a chance." Peter says with a shrug as he closed the portal with a simple hand movement. "Surrender or well... don't."

The obvious threat of what would happen, should he refuse didn't need to be said. Killian would simply end up like the other half of his army.

Just hearing the word surrender seemed to ignite something in Killian, as he started to glow brightly once again.

Raising an eyebrow, Peter shook his head in disappointment. He thought that Killian was a smart man, but he seemed to be ruled by his own turbulent emotions.

"I refuse!" Killian shouted as he began to melt through the plane, opening a round hole in the floor below as he fell out of the plane.

Suddenly, loud winds filled the cabin as alarms blared and emergency oxygen masks fell from the ceiling.

"Why do they always choose the hard way?" Peter muttered under his breath as he stepped into the hole, following Killian into the sky.

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