What a mess, Peter thought. He couldn't make heads or tails of it. He really wasn't cut out for this mysticism stuff. It was too abstract.
Suddenly, he heard a rapid series of footsteps, followed by the blinding beams of lighting equipment and the sound of pistols being cocked.
Having grown up in Queens, Peter immediately raised his hands and crouched down, shouting in that direction, "Don't shoot, don't shoot! I don't have a weapon! I wandered in here by accident!"
"Peter?"
A surprised voice came from ahead. Peter still didn't dare look up, because he realized he no longer had Spider-Sense.
He kept his hands visible at all times, then slowly stood and raised his head at the slowest possible pace. Coulson had already rushed over and helped him up.
"God, what are you doing here?" Coulson holstered his pistol and said, "Don't tell me you built this thing?"
Peter looked a little embarrassed. Coulson leaned closer inquisitively, and Peter sighed. "In a way, I did build it, but not entirely. This should count as Iron Man's masterpiece."
"What?!"
Coulson immediately became alert. He stared at Peter and said, "Are you sure? Iron Man, Tony Stark, made this? When?"
"Not too long ago." After thinking back, Peter said, "But the project eventually entered a computation waiting period, so I don't know what happened after that."
He looked up at the massive object again and said, "I didn't expect it to actually get built. No idea whether it'll even be useful."
"What is this thing for?"
"In theory, it's used to push the universe. It's a Cosmic Engine."
Coulson was stunned. He looked at Spider-Man and asked, "Where does Stark want to push our universe?!"
"I don't know either."
"You helped him build it when you didn't know?!"
Peter pursed