(Why am I writing another book? ((And it's Spiderman AGAIN??)) I already have enough to keep up with. But I knew this was going to turn out too long for Spiderkid, and I still really wanted to do it so...NEW BOOK. It's pretty much the same past, Civil War was resolved, Tony is letting the fugitives hide in the compound, except SHEILD is still alive, working from the shadows. They even built another tricarrier, just in case. Fury is back and running it too now and of course Maria and Phil because it's not SHEILD without them, but none of the team - or the world - knows that. Pete and Tony still have the father-son relationship because it's Tom Spidey and he stays at the compound over weekends with the team. Anyways, hope you enjoy:)

October 4th
10:36 pm
(Present Day)

TWO RACING FIGURES sped down the dark track, neck and neck, at a hundred miles per hour. Both were desperate to win, throwing things at each other and yelling their own battle cries. The mustached one inched forward, slowly gaining more ground and the other glanced over in outrage. The mustached man floored his green car as the black and white finish line appeared. These last few seconds would determine the true king of the dimensions–

"No! You're cheating!" Clint Barton whined and threw his remote down. "There is no way someone can beat me at my own literal game!"

Peter Parker pumped his fist in victory. "Ha!"

"But Yoshi is unstoppable!"

"Let's see, I stopped him with Bowser–" Peter smirked and counted out his wins on his fingers. "–Baby Wario and now Luigi."

"How do you even cheat at this dumb game anyways?" Sam Wilson butted in and tossed another piece of popcorn in his mouth while lounging on the couch behind them.

"I dunno man," Pietro Maximoff humphed and bounced his crossed legs from where he sat on the ground anxiously. "But it is so not fair."

"You guys are just sore losers," Peter commented smugly.

"THE MAN OF SPIDERS HAS PREVAILED AS THE BRAVEST WARRIOR!" Thor announced to the compound loudly. "I had no doubt you would, Tonyson!"

The god of thunder hoisted Peter onto his shoulders and paraded him into the kitchen, where the rest of the team was having a semi-serious conversation. They all watched in amusement as Peter flexed his muscles jokingly, enjoying the height for once.

"Bow before my Mario Cart skills," the arachnid announced boldly.

"Oh really?" Tony Stark scoffed. "I guess you haven't faced off against Rhodey yet then."

James 'Rhodey' Rhodes crossed his arms and gave Peter a superior look. "Think you can beat me, little man?"

"Heck yeah, challenge excepted!" Peter pointed at him seriously.

"You have no idea what you're getting into," Scott Lang's eyes widened. "Seriously, I tried it."

"We'll pick flowers at your funeral," Bucky told him sincerely, but a hint of a grin slipped through.

"It's over Rhodey," Peter shook his head and leaned on Thor's head. "I have the high ground!"

"Don't underestimate my power," he returned and took up a remote.

Hope and Natasha shared a look as Steve, Bruce and Tony went to join them while Wanda and Vision continued to cook dinner. Nerds.

Tony was stopped by a surprising ring tone coming from his phone. "What the hell does he want..."

Nat glanced over curiously. "Who?"

"It's..." Tony squinted at the screen in disgust. "It's general Ross."

Nat stood in calm alarm, quieting down Wanda, Hope and Vision instantly. "Did he figure it out? Or does he want to do another 'inspection' here?"

Tony shut the door to the living room and put a finger to his lip. The billionaire set the phone down on the kitchen counter. They all gathered around and he set it to speaker then hit answer.

"Stark," a scratchy voice on the other side began. "It's nice not to be sent to voicemail automatically for once."

"Tempting," Tony told him, gesturing for everyone to remain invisible. "What do you want, Ross?"

"We have a bit of a problem," he stated. "Concerning your friend, Spider-Man."

The whole room froze but Tony, who thankfully kept his cool, though his face paled slightly.

"What problem? He hasn't done anything wrong."

"He has caused hundreds of thousands of dollars in property damage. Plus vandalism, arson, assault, harassment–"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Tony's expression turned dangerous. "He's not a criminal Ross."

"Yes, neither is Captain America–oh wait. Yes he is."

Tony growled in frustration. "He's on our - my - side, general. I keep tabs on my people. He hasn't done anything worth jail time except for doing the police's job better than them."

"Civilians taking the law into their own hands is against the law itself, Stark."

"How is that different then me? Aren't I a civilian?"

Natasha shot him a look. Don't remind him of that you idiot.

Ross audibly rolled his eyes. "I was getting to that. He either needs to sign the Accords, or be brought in."

"That would require revealing his identity, sir. And he'd rather keep his life private from you, thank you very much," Tony snapped hotly.

"Would he rather see himself in jail or possible working with us for the good of the country?"

"Neither. He can stay doing what he's doing."

"Not. An. Option." Ross roared in irritation. "Don't make this difficult. Just give him to me."

"No."

"Why not? Why are you suddenly against this? I thought we had an agreement."

"That agreement–" More like a one sided decision, in Tony's opinion. "–never involved Spider-Man."

"And now it does. You have forty eight hours to relay this information to him and give me an answer. After that, he will be considered a hostile and I will be forced to take acti–"

"I wouldn't hold your breath," Tony spat, barley containing his anger.

He punched the end call button in frustration and groaned, putting his head in his hands. Natasha rubbed his shoulder sympathetically. Vision stared at the phone, looking as if he were trying to solve a complex equation. Hope glared at it, seriously considering taking a frying pan too it.

Wanda looked up at the assassin in disbelief. "Can he do that?"

"Unfortunately," she sighed. "We'll figure it out, Tony."

The billionaire glanced up, face crossed with worry and weariness. "We can't let Pete agree to either of those. He probably won't anyways."

"I don't see the big problem," Hope admitted. "Ross doesn't know who he really is. If he laid low for a while, maybe even here, the general couldn't find him–"

Vision cut in. "Do you think that Peter would leave his city defenseless just because he is told to or is afraid? That would not fit his character."

"And Ross would have Tony arrested for harboring information on hostiles," Natasha mentioned, words dripping with distaste.

"Then..." Wanda trailed off miserably. "What are we going to do?"

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"RHODEY IS THE ULTIMATE CHAMPION THAT WAS SO AWESOME!" Peter hopped about excitedly as he struggled to tie his laces and grin up at them all at the same time.

"Don't forget it little man," Rhodey grinned at him and threw him his fall coat.

Peter caught it appreciably and slipped it over his shoulders. The team members each stepped forward to give him an individual good bye, since his next visit wasn't scheduled for two more weeks. Wanda, Bucky and Thor hugged him while Sam, Vision and Bruce nodded. Scott did their handshake with him while Pietro gave him a nuggie. Nat, Hope and Steve made him promise to be safe, which he did without much sincerity.

Finally Tony got tired of all the sentimental stuff. He ushered Peter out to the car, who was surprised to see Happy absent. Maybe he didn't have the night shift. Wait no, he had driven him home when it was dark before, this shouldn't be any different.

He mentioned it to Tony and the billionaire laughed. "I'm driving you today, kiddo."

"Oh, okay, sweet," the teen grinned and dropped his bag off in the trunk. Tony reminded him to buckle up before rolling the roof of the convertible down and driving up the path.

Peter closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of the cool fall night air brushing through his hair and over his face. It was almost as good as swinging from building to building. Unfortunately, he couldn't have his mask off much while doing that, so this was an especially amazing feeling.

"Hey kid, before you get too into whatever zoned-out land you were just in, I gotta talk to you," his mentor interrupted.

"Uh..." Peter hesitated, not liking the tone of his voice very much. "Sure?"

"This is going to sound random, and you're not going to like it, but promise you'll listen, okay?"

The teen nodded and gestures for him to get on with it.

"I think that maybe..." Tony sighed. "Maybe you should take a break from Spider-Maning."

Peter immediately opened his mouth to protest, but Tony clamped a hand over it, causing the arachnid to go cross-eyed.

"Look it's not because I don't think you can take care of yourself or anything. It's just that some very...very...dangerous people have taken an interest to you, okay? I just want you to, y'know, lay low for a little while. They'll get bored eventually."

I hope, his unspoken words held obvious meaning.

"Mr. Stark," Peter pushed his hand away. "You can't just tell me some people are after me and to wait it out. I need more information. Please."

Tony concentrated intently on the road for a second. "...if I tell you, will you do what I say?"

"...maybe?"

"Peter."

"...uh yes?"

"Peter."

"Okay, okay, fine," he sighed. "Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eyes."

Tony glanced over skeptically. He slowly reached up and held out his last finger. "Pinky promise."

"What am I, a five year old?" Peter snorted. Tony only raised an eyebrow underneath his sunglasses. The arachnid rolled his eyes, but thankfully caved in.

"A five year old would have crossed their heart too, kid, just so you know," Tony snickered.

"Yeah, yeah," Peter chuckled. "Can you tell me about whoever is after me now?"

"Well...kind of the Accords Army. As in like one hundred and sixty three countries militaries. I think."

Peter froze. The teen hesitantly opened his mouth, then closed it again. And opened his mouth. And closed it. He looked like a fish out of water to Tony.

"...oh...well, um...that's–thats sort of...completely insane oh my godwhatthereare ahundredandsixtycountriesaftermewhywhstdididowhatdotheywantwillihavetosigntheAccordsohmygodiamsodead–"

Peter started to hyperventilate. Tony jerked the car to the side of the road and parked messily. The billionaire put his hands on Peter's shoulders and gripped them tightly.

"Kid, breathe. Calm down. Breathe. Like me," he ordered him and breathed in deeply and out loudly. "C'mon kid, it's fine. Breathe. They don't know who you are. You just have to - breathe kiddo - you just have to take a break, no big deal."

Peter grabbed his forearms and held on, trying to follow his instructions. He eventually slowed his breathing and calmed himself down, the initial shock wearing away.

"So-Sorry," Peter apologized shakily. He cleared his throat and looked away. "I'm sorry Mr. Stark."

"Hey, it's fine kid," he assured him. "You're human, is all. Anyone would react the same. Well, except Bucky, but he's probably a bad example..."

Peter cracked a small smile and leaned against the car door, crossing his arms and using them as a head rest. "Still, sorry."

Tony watched him worriedly when he wasn't looking. They went the rest of the way in silence, only broken by the whooshing wind over the convertible. Peter didn't move to even glance back at the billionaire, still contemplating the massive scale at which people apparently hated him.

What did I do that was so wrong? He wondered somberly.

He didn't hear Tony announce they had arrived until the third time. He smiled insecurely and popped the door open to grab his stuff from the back. He had just reached the door when Tony called out to him.

"Hey kid," Peter turned to find him leaning out the window of the now-roofed car, sunglasses on, even though it was close to midnight. "Will you at least consider what I said? Please?"

"I–" Peter hesitated. "Yeah, I will, promise."

Tony's features eased slightly. "Thanks kiddo. Have a good week, I'll talk to you about this later."

Peter waved and watched as he grinned and adjusted his glasses before speeding off down the road dramatically.

Peter turned and headed up the stairs to his apartment. He unlocked the door, weariness eating away at his senses. He pushed it open quietly, as to not disturb his aunt if she was asleep. It was dark when he walked in, but he knew the layout.

One hundred and sixty countries. Holy fick. I am in such deep crap.
Peter dropped his backpack and flipped on the light. It took him a second to realize the man sitting in the armchair was not his aunt.

"Peter Parker," a man in his late twenties/early thirties with blonde hair, an ear piece and a friendly smile, stood to greet him. "My name is Phil Coulson, or Agent Coulson. I've come with a message and an offer."

The arachnid stumbled back in surprise, though he didn't feel any threat from the man. Was that a good sign–wait. Agent Coulson? That sounded familiar...

"O-offer? From who?" Peter's fingers unconsciously stroked the pads of his web shooter, ready to shoot.

"Yes, an offer of help. And it's from the current Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury."