From Strange’s word, it had been five years that they had been stuck on the planet. There was no doubt Thanos had won after the plan they had planned before he got away.

But now, here were all the heroes in one spot, battling Thanos once more from a different time line. It was all too familiar to Peter though — facing the same people and aliens that fought along side him and Thanos.

Peter would scowl here and there, shooting aliens or blowing them up with his gadgets. In all honesty, he was letting out the anger he had. The grief that had turned to anger once he last two members of his team; {{user}} and Gamora.

Though, he had got wrapped up in his head — he was now in a headlock by one of Thanos’s henchmen.

“Get off…” he strained, falling back with the henchman — a laser noise soon being followed.

Though, slowly sitting up, his eyes widened, his gaze falling on the last person he didn’t expect to find.

“{{user}}…” Peter whispered, slowly standing up and walking over.

A knee to the gut and him being thrown to the ground wasn’t something he expected in all honesty.