Arizona, United States. 10:30 p.m. An eerie nine-planet alignment appeared in the sky.
But at that moment, no one was in the mood to watch the spectacle.
It was a very quiet... well, to be honest, very run-down town.
Bordering Mexico and New Mexico, the environment in such a border area could hardly be any good. The town was rife with violence and crime among people of all colors, and the Americans who lived in a place like this were mostly not living very well.
After night fell, a Quinjet bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia hovered above the town, several thousand meters above the ground.
If it had not possessed cloaking capabilities, this massive craft would surely have drawn a crowd of residents.
Inside the Quinjet, an adult and a child were comparing maps, seemingly searching for something.
"Peter, it should be here. Go down and bring him back. I'll cover you," Tony said to the boy beside him, already clad in Iron Armor.
"Mr. Stark, are you going to land here? But there might not be enough open space below," Peter Parker said in surprise.
The town might not have had many people, but abandoned cars and piles of garbage filled many areas. Finding a place for the Quinjet to land would not be easy.
"No need to land. Just jump down," Tony said seriously.
"Jump down? I never learned how to... para... chute... Aah!"
Before Peter Parker could finish, a hatch opened beneath him, and he fell straight through it.
The Stark family tradition was often to act first and explain later.
In midair, Peter Parker frantically shot webs in every direction. But there were no skyscrapers around, not even a cloud, so naturally there was nothing for him to grab onto.
As he fell, Tony's voice rang in