Hello, hello! I have been working on this story like mad, and I already have the ending! Unfortunately, the events leading up to the ending are always what give me writer's block. This chapter is kind of rushed because I really want to get to the good stuff, so if I leave something out and you're confused, feel free to contact me!

"Yep, it's official. Unless I'm wrong, which I never am, someone was trying to hide the existence of Queens island. All the records have been deleted by one Otto Octavius and another, Benjamin Parker. It looks like they did a really good job covering their tracks. Until, of course, today," Tony informed the others.

"But the question is, why leave it for Peter to find?" Rhodey asked.

"The note said that Octavius wanted whatever Ben left on the island. What if he is still looking for it?" Ned answered from the other side of the room. While he was engaged in the conversation, he was also busy fangirling over Dum-E. He and Peter had tried to create something similar in 8th grade, but Flash stomped on it. What a jerk.

Speaking of Peter, he was the only one who has remained silent. Tony had noticed this, obviously.

"What do you think, Pete?"

Peter shrugged and turned back to the binoculars. "The police said that it was a robbery gone wrong. After I became Spiderman, I went looking for the 'robbers'. No wonder I never found them." A tear slid down his cheek.

Tony put a hand on his shoulder. "Well, then there's only one thing left to do," he turned to Rhodey and Ned. "Pack your bags, we're going on a trip."

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"Are you sure this is safe, Stark?" May asked. Tony had been dreading this moment. Iron Man wasn't scared of a lot of things, but having to tell May Parker that he was taking her nephew across the world made him terrified for his life.

"Of course!" Tony waved his hand in dismissal. "I'll be there, as will Rhodey."

"Don't forget Happy!" Peter piped up.

"And Happy," Tony corrected himself. "And as far as we know, no one else has been there in years."

"As far as you know?"

"Yeah, and I know everything, so we don't have anything to worry about."

May sighed. "Alright, but you're on thin ice, Stark. If my baby comes home with so much as a scratch, you're going to feel my wrath."

"May, I'm not a baby!" Peter whined.

"You're my baby," May licked her finger and wiped off dirt on Peter's cheek while Tony snickered.

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A week later, the day finally came. Peter was sad because Ned's parents wouldn't let him go, but he promised to take lots of pictures.

"Alright, we got genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, Underoos, Honey bear, and forehead of security. Is that all?" Tony counted off.

Everyone nodded and boarded the helicarrier. "I'm not a babysitter, my butt." Happy grumbled as he grabbed Peter's luggage.

"Ok," Tony turned to Pepper. "The plan is to go to Queen's island, do whatever we need to do, then camp out. We'll be back tomorrow morning." He kissed her on the cheek. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

Pepper smiled. "Me and May have plans. A.K.A, worrying about you guys. And maybe coffee. We'll be fine. Go, spend time with your kid."

"Rhodey's not my kid, he's at least as old as I am."

Pepper chuckled and returned the kiss before walking inside.

"Ready to go, Mr. Stark?" Peter asked.

"You betcha."

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"How long has it been?" Peter whined.

"3 minutes since you last asked." Happy grumbled.

"How long is left?"

"I'd say you have about 5 seconds before I strangle you-"

"Happy, be nice!" Tony interjected. "We can't have people coming home dead. But to answer your question, Peter, about an hour."

"But this is a helicarrier! I thought we could break the sound barrier!"

"He's got a point." Rhodey piped up.

"We could, but we shouldn't. I probably should have mentioned that we don't exactly own this ship."

"We borrowed it?"

"Hm? Oh, sure, yeah."

"So is that why Nick is asking me to come in?" Rhodey groaned.

"Ignore him, Sourpatch. You're on vacation."

"Hey Happy, how much longer do we have left?"

"59 minutes and 24 seconds."

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Exactly 59 minutes and 23 seconds later, the helicarrier touched the ground of Queen's island. It was go time.