There was not much left on the plane that could be used.
Su Ming had already used every metal object to patch the hole. Only some nonmetal materials remained scattered messily across the floor.
There was no trace of the luxury or class one would expect from the president's plane.
Peter looked at the hole Tony had smashed through. Even he was having trouble breathing under the immense air pressure.
The hole was at least as large as a computer monitor. He had just tried to patch it with webbing, but failed.
"Everyone, put on your oxygen masks!"
As Peter directed everyone away from the breach, he used webbing to secure the violently swaying luggage and prevent further injuries.
He then removed several suitcase panels and glued them together with webbing in an X-shaped pattern, ensuring the pressure would not blow the patch away.
He filled the gaps between the panels with webbing, reinforcing and bonding them together.
Finally, Peter carefully placed the patch over the hole.
Though the patch warped slightly under the intense air pressure, thankfully it did not crack.
The patch adhered to the breach on its own, with only a few gaps around the edges still howling with wind.
"Psssh—"
Web shot from his hands. Soon, the entire patch was covered in thick webbing, and the gaps around it were filled as well.
By the time he finished, the pressure inside the plane had returned to normal.
Peter plopped down on the floor and wiped the sweat from his forehead through his mask.
"Whew—following Mr. Stark really was exciting!"
Outside the plane.
Tony dived toward the falling officials. Although his armor could not withstand the weight of so many people, he had no other choice.
Saving even one was better than saving none.
With that thought,