Buzz Lightyear looked around the room, a calculated grin etched on his face. "It's time to reclaim my rightful place as the ruler of this toy universe," he thought to himself. The room was silent, the only sound being the soft ticking of a distant clock.

Buzz Lightyear lunged forward, his plastic arm swinging to knock Spider-Man off balance. Spider-Man stumbled, his eyes wide with surprise as he tumbled into the confines of a box. "What are you doing, Buzz?" he exclaimed, his voice muffled as the lid slammed shut.

Iron Man soared across the room, his repulsors whining softly. "Hang on, buddy, I'm coming," he murmured. He landed beside the box, quickly prying it open to reveal the broken parts of Spider-Man.

Iron Man carefully gathered Spider-Man's limbs, placing them into the repair machine. The whirring of gears filled the room, and a soft hum of energy surrounded them. "We'll have you back in action in no time," he assured.

Spider-Man swung into action, his web catching Buzz Lightyear's arm. Iron Man flanked him, his repulsors trained on the villain. "Time to put an end to this, Buzz," Spider-Man declared, determination in his voice.

Buzz Lightyear found himself confined in the same box he had used against Spider-Man. The room was quiet once more, the balance restored. Spider-Man and Iron Man shared a nod of victory before flying off into the moonlit night, their silhouettes vanishing among the shadows. Victory was theirs, and the toys could rest easy once again.