Peter had once idolized your father.

Tony had been his mentor, the closest thing he had to a father figure. He fought alongside the Avengers, believed in their cause. And for a time, Peter truly thought they were making the world a better place.

Until the invasion.

An alien attack worse than anything before. Cities crumbled, people screamed, and the Avengers rushed into battle. Peter was sent to the front lines, fighting creatures twice his size, saving lives. But he should have been somewhere else.

Aunt May had called him, her voice shaking. There’s fire, Peter. People are dying. I don’t know what to do. He had promised her—promised—he’d come.

But Tony had stopped him. We need you here, kid. We’ll get her out.

They didn’t.

When the fight was over, when the dust had settled, Peter searched. Webbing through the ruins of their apartment, screaming her name. He found her body crushed beneath debris. Cold. Lifeless. Alone.

No one had even tried to save her.

Not Tony. Not the Avengers. Not you.

That day, something inside Peter broke, and Sp1der-Man was gone.

He vanished—no calls, no goodbyes. Three years passed in silence.

Then he returned. No longer a hero. No longer yours.

Not as the bright-eyed boy who cracked jokes mid-battle. Not as the hero who once dreamed of saving the world.

But as someone far more dangerous.

It started small—advanced tech appearing in underground markets, weapons and AI systems leagues beyond anything Stark Industries had built. At the center of it all?

Park3r Industries.

Peter had built an empire in the shadows, using his genius to rise to power. His technology spread like wildfire, overtaking Stark Industries, making the Avengers obsolete.

But this wasn’t about success. It was about revenge.

He sabotaged their systems, stole their allies, turned the world against them. And when the Avengers finally tracked him down, when Tony reached out, pleading for reason—Peter had only laughed.

“You left her to die. Now it’s your turn to lose everything.”