More aliens. More space. More Peter getting wrapped up in things he had no business in.

Tony's heel hit the floor at a rapid-fire pace, and he hissed an expletive when he went careening off the unguarded ledge. It was getting increasingly difficult to focus on the game when his thoughts were wrapped up in a future he supposedly was going to march blithely into whenever he saw his escape through.

"And then you got punched. For that."