"Today, a sighting of Queens' new heroes near the railway tracks has caught the attention of many people. The heroes were seen stopping a car whose brakes had broken down during their acceleration. With clever tactics and some rather intense strength, they were able to stop the car from crashing into an oncoming train, ensuring that there were no casualties."

Tony sipped his coffee, watching the news FRIDAY was showing him thoughtfully. These new heroes were certainly powerful though severely limited in resources, judging by their outfits.

"Hey FRI, scan every camera out there for any signs of these two," he said, putting the mug down on the bench. The hologram in front of him vanished as the A.I. obliged, scanning for anything that could give them a link to the vigilantes. In a time like this with the Accords, Tony really needed to be sure that he had backup, especially with half of the team with Steve. The billionaire sighed, rubbing his forehead as he thought about how to bring in the rogues. His train of thought wandered, leading him to think about Pepper and what she was doing. On top of all of this chaos with the team, he didn't even have Pep by his side to help.

"Boss, I have a match."

~《☆》~

Meanwhile, on the roof of the old apartment building on Ingram Street were two teenagers laying out a thin gymnastics mat they found in the dumpster behind their school. It was perfect for running drills, especially on a concrete surface.

"Okay," Evelyn said, crouching down in front of an air-con outlet, "You jump, grab my hands and flip me over, yes?"

Peter nodded, not realising that she couldn't see him. He was too in the zone, hopping from one foot to another as he prepped himself for the move.

"Peter, yes or no!?"

"Oh, right, sorry. Yes, let's go." He took off running towards his sister and the outlet. He pushed off the ground with one foot, using Evie's back to help propel him higher as he leapt up on top of the outlet. Reaching down, he grabbed Evie's hands, watching as she used the side of the outlet to push off into the air over his head. He crossed his arms over as she flew over, allowing her to land gracefully behind him.

Well, that was the plan.

Evie yelped as she landed flat on the mat, having forgotten to swing her legs over. Peter snorted, pleased that Evie was finally the one stumbling around while he was laughing.

"Let's try that again, shall we?" She got up, dusting her hands and hopped down, preparing for the move again. The second time, Peter swung her over too hard and she ended up missing the mat entirely. "I'm going to need a walker before I turn thirty if this keeps up," she groaned.

"Sorry," Peter apologized, trying not to giggle even when she glared at him. "One more time?"

Evie sighed. "One more time and then we'll see if my back breaks or not."

They tried again, Peter reaching down and pulling her over his head, crossing his arms so she flipped evenly. Evie brought her legs over first, landing squarely on the mat behind him.

"I did it!" She squealed. Peter whooped, applauding as she bowed. "Now we do it again for repetition and practice.

They did it again and again, working it into their minds and bodies till they could do it in their sleep. They failed to notice, however, the camera on the opposite building where a certain A.I. spotted them.

~《☆》~

Tony sank back in the chair, not believing the mess he had gotten himself into. He was now sporting a black eye, a ruined shirt that he had just bought, ( it was good silk too,) and now he had 36 hours to bring in Captain America and the other Avengers who refused to sign the Accords. What a fine mess indeed.

"We need backup," he sighed as Natasha Romanoff sat down beside him, her once neat hair sticking up in odd places.

"I know someone."

Tony removed his hand from his face. "So do I. Where's yours?"

"Downstairs," Nat said, raising an eyebrow. "Where's yours?"

Tony responded with a smirk. He knew exactly where he was, though they didn't know it yet.

~《☆》~

Evie doubled over laughing as she walked up the final steps, Peter grinning behind her, pleased with his joke. He unlocked the apartment door, shoving his sister in before she collapsed in the hall. "Hey May," he said, dumping an old DVD player he found on the bench and dropping his bag.

Evie regained her sanity and straightened. "Peter found another old DVD player. Don't know why he brought it when the other exploded in his face."

"Hey! I didn't know it was going to do that!" He walked around the corner, still looking back at his sister. "Also there's this crazy car parked outside-" The twins both stopped, wearing identical expressions with their mouths agape and eyes wide.

There on the couch with a piece of May's walnut date loaf in his hand sat none other than the Tony Stark. "Hello there, Mr and Miss Parker."

Peter blinked, trying to remember how to speak. He had a poster of that man hanging up in his room. That was kind of embarrassing to think about, but it was still cool. "Wha... What are you doi- hey, uh um, um I'm Peter."

Evie closed her eyes, suppressing a smile at her brother's obvious awe. "And I'm Evelyn. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Stark."

"And you too." Tony looked at May, who was waiting for the twins to say something.

Peter spoke first, folding his arms so his trembling hands wouldn't show. "What are you-what are you-what are you doing here?" How he hated his stupid stutter. Maybe he should just let Evie talk since she was better at the whole meeting new people thing.

"It's about time we met. You've been getting my emails, right?" Tony winked twice, earning a raised eyebrow from Evelyn.

"Yeah, we've been getting them," she said, glancing at Peter. "The ones about the..."

May jumped in, her eyes darting between the twins. "You didn't tell me about the grant," she said, slightly hurt.

"About the grant." Peter nodded, fully confuzzled at the whole situation. What on earth was Tony talking about? And why was he here, in their apartment? He suddenly became aware of the fading paint, the old TV on the unit, facing the couch they had owned for nearly 10 years.

"The September Foundation." Tony kept his eyes on the twins, as though to tell them not to say anything about how they definitely had not been receiving these emails. Because they were seriously confused about this whole ordeal.

"Right." Peter nodded, looking at Evie with slightly furrowed eyebrows.

"Right. Remember when you applied?"

Evie jumped in, knowing Peter would just look at Tony, stumped. "Yeah, yeah, we remember. It was a boring process, really."

Tony smirked, already liking this girl with her quick wit."I approved, so-"

May tried to cut in, giving her niece and nephew a hurt and confused look.

"- Now we're in business."

"Peter," May's voice was laced with hurt. "Evie, you didn't tell me anything, what's up with that? You keeping secrets from me now?"

They exchanged a look, trying to shove the guilt away because there were so many secrets May didn't know about. The hated having secrets from her, but there were some things she was better off not knowing about. Peter jumped in quickly, trying to break the awkward tension. "Well, we just- we just know how much you love surprises so we thought we would let you know...what..." he paused, inhaling after the spew of words. "So what did we apply fo-"

"That's what I'm here to hash out."

"... okay. Hash ou- okay." Peter blinked rapidly, continuously looking back at Evie. She rolled her eyes, focusing back on Tony.

"It's so hard for me to believe that she's someone's aunt," he said, earning a laugh from May.

"Well, they come in all shapes and sizes, you know." The woman smiled.

Tony held up the bread in his hands that had hardly been touched."This walnut date loaf is exeptiona-"

"I'm gonna stop you there." Evelyn eyed the man. She really didn't appreciate him hitting on her aunt. That would be plain weird, and she and Peter still hadn't gotten over Ben. They still felt like it was their fault.

"Ok." Tony turned his attention to the kids, inspecting them closely.

"Does... Does this grant got, like, money involved or whatever? No?" Peter asked, curious. Evie elbowed him discreetly, a sign that he really wasn't doing well at hiding secrets.

Tony spread his arms. "Yeah, well, it's pretty well funded. Look who you're talking to." Tony turned to the woman next to him. "Can I have a moment with them?"

"Sure." May smiled.

Peter led Tony to the bedroom, Evie following close behind. It was a classic teenager's room, with blankets spilling over the edge of the bed, clothes dotting the floor (all of them clean, thank goodness,) and a cluttered desk. Surprisingly, it was the bottom bed that was made, the blue duvet fading from age and only female shirts and pants were strewn in front of the wardrobe.

Peter shut the door and turned towards Tony. The man suddenly felt a little trapped with the two teenagers standing in front of him, both with their arms folded and determined eyes. "So..." Evie started, keeping her tone cool. "Wanna tell us what's going on here? Because we definitely didn't apply for the gran-"

"Ah uh, me first." Tony held up a hand, cutting her off. "Quick question of the rhetorical variety..." He pulled up a hologram of a sweatsuit-clad figure webbing a robber. "That's you, right?" He asked, pointing to a squirmish Peter.

Peter swallowed. Here was his idol, the one literally hanging up on the wall behind him, about to force him and his sister to stop doing one of the one things that kept them sane. All they wanted was to do the right thing and prevent families from having to lose someone they loved to some jerk with a gun. "Um, no..." He said, earning freedom from another elbow ramming his ribs.

"Yeah. Look at you go." Tony watched as Peter caught a car from crashing into a train with his bare hands. Peter could still remember the feel of the cool metal halting under his fingers, a thrill shooting through his veins as the car bent to his will. "Wow, nice catch! 3000 pounds, 40 miles per hour." Stark's eyes met with Peter's own. "That's not easy. Got mad skills. And you," he said, turning to Evie. "You have something spectacular." The video flipped, changing to a girl in a faded blue cropped hoodie and white leggings under a short ballet skirt skate alongside a train, shooting ice to direct it away from a broken track and back onto its course. "That's amazing."

"That's- that's all on YouTube, right?" Peter looked at his twin, searching her face for what to say. "It's... it's all on-"

"It's all done on the computer," she finished. "CGI, editing, Photoshop, that nonsense."

Tony hummed, amused. They were really trying to keep this a secret.

"Ah, it's like that video-" Peter clicked his fingers trying to remember.

"Yeah, yeah, you showed me on Monday... umm... where was it again?" Evie frowned, trying to sort through her memories.

"Yeah, yeah, oh you mean like those UFOs over Phoenix?" Tony said, smirking at their uneasiness.

"That one!"

"Mm." Tony poked at a trapdoor in the roof, unravelling a collection of red, white and blue fabric. As soon as it appeared, it vanished as Peter launched at it with a small "oomph," trying to keep his and his sister's secret safe.

"So, what have we here?" Tony's eyes twinkled, revealing his amusement at the whole situation. No matter how hard these teenagers tried, he was going to get it all out of them.

"Um, uh..." Peter trailed off, scratching his head. "It's uh..." he trailed off with a sigh, accepting defeat. He looked up at Evie who shrugged, admitting that there was nothing she could do either.

"So-" Tony watched the boy move to his desk, ignoring his sister as she sat down on his bed. "You're the spider... ling. Crime-fighting spider? Spider boy? And you," he said to Evie. "You're Snowcone, right? Icy pole? Frosty the Snowman?"

"It's Spider-Man and Frostbite, actually," she shot back, glaring at him from behind her glasses.

Tony snorted. "Not in that onesie and leotard it's not."

"It's not a onesie." Peter grabbed his sister's arm as she moved for Tony, aggravation growing inside of him as well. "We were actually having a really good day today, you know Mr Stark. We didn't miss our train-"

"- I got an A+ in Gym-"

"- this perfectly good DVD player was just sitting there and algebra test-" Peter threw the pen down in frustration as Evie flopped back on the bed, finishing the sentence in unison.

"Nailed it."

Tony watched the retelling with curiosity. So here he had two enhanced teens, both who did exceptional in school, clearly didn't have as much money as some others, both rather different yet the same and who both were getting extremely aggravated at him. "Who else knows?"

Peter looked up. "Nobody."

Tony quirked an eyebrow. "Not even your unusually attractive aunt?"

Evie shook her head, her curls bouncing wildly."No, no no no no! If she knew, she'd freak out, and when she freaks out, I freak out, then Peter freaks out..."

The billionaire nodded slightly, trying to figure out to continue the conversation. His hands picked up a clear, plastic rectangle full of compressed white strands. "You wanna know what I think is really cool? This webbing. The textile strength is off the charts." He flicked it through his fingers. "Who manufactured it?"

Peter's hand reached up instinctively to catch the webbing pegged at him before throwing it back into a clear tub. "I did."

"Controlling ice, turning it to water, What chemical formula is that?"

"There isn't one," Evie replied shortly.

"Climbing walls, how are you doing that? Adhesive gloves?"

"It's a long story. I was-"

"Goodness, can you even see in these?"

Peter snatched the goggles from Tony's hands as Evie snorted, evidently having the same thought herself on multiple occasions.  "Yes, yes I can, I can! I can see in those, okay? It's just that when whatever happened happened, it's like my senses have been dialled 11. There's- there's way too much input, so they- they kinda help me to focus."

Tony nodded, inspecting the worn fabrics in Peter's hands. These kids really were trying their best. "You two are in dire need of an upgrade," he said.

"Nah, Sherlock," Evie replied, sarcasm dripping from her words.

Tony chuckled. "You're funny, but I'm serious. Systemic, top to bottom, 100 point restoration. That's why I'm here."

The twins exchanged looks, suddenly growing eager. "Continue," Peter said, waving the goggles in Tony's direction as he sat down next to his sister. It was uncanny how similar they looked. From the curly, brown hair, the slightly freckled nose, round eyes, long limbs, narrow hands, sloped cheekbones, even the width of their shoulders. Tony blinked, making sure he wasn't seeing double.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked. If they really were to be on his team, he needed to know their motives. They both looked down at their hands, thinking of what to say. Tony sighed. "I gotta know, what's your M.O., what gets you out of that bunk bed in the morning?"

Evie was seriously tempted to make a remark about the alarm clock when it wasn't broken but didn't. Surprisingly, it was Peter who spoke up. "Because..." He sighed, thinking of the words. "Because I've been me my whole life, we've been us our whole lives, and I've had these powers for six months, ten for her, and... we read books, I build computers, she writes... and... and yeah, I would love to play football, and I'm sure Eve would love to do cheer or something, but... we couldn't then, so we shouldn't now."

"Sure, 'cause you're different."

"Exactly. But we can't tell anybody that so we're not."

Evie nodded, agreeing. There were many times that she wanted to be popular, her out among the crowd. But she couldn't then because she was too nerdy and bookish, always with a book under her arm. So why should she now? She looked up at her brother as he continued, fiddling with a picture that had fallen off his bed.

"When you can do the things that I can- that we can do, but you don't, and then the bad things happen-"

"They happen because of you." Evie gave Peter a sad smile, reaching for his hand. She knew exactly what he was talking about. Ben smiled back up at them from the paper in Peter's hands, his eyes crinkling at the corners like they always did. It was hard not to feel guilty sometimes.

Tony's eyes dropped as he nodded slightly, shocked by the sudden silence from the two. "So you wanna look out for the little guy, you wanna do your part, make the world a better place, all that, right?"

Peter snapped back from his thoughts. "Yeah yeah, yeah just looking out for the little guy." He squeezed his sister's hand gently, looking at nothing in particular.

Tony rose from where he had been sitting on a chair. He barely noticed the people in the picture on the boy's hand, not realising that he knew three of them. He waited for a second for the duo to get the hint, but they both sat there, waiting for whatever he was going to say next. "I'm gonna sit here, so wriggle over."

"Oh, sorry." They split, leaving Stark to place himself awkwardly between them. His head brushed the slats of the top bunk, allowing a piece of paper to fall unnoticed into his blazer. He rested a hand on each knee beside him, surprised at how cold the girl's jeans were.

"You two got passports?" He asked

Evie blinked, shocked. "I-, no, we don't even have our driver's license-"

"You ever been to Germany?"

Evie looked across Tony at her brother, raising an eyebrow. She was getting quite good at this now. "No, we haven't."

"Oh, you'll love it," Tony said firmly."

"We can't go to Germany," Evie said.

"Why not?"

"We got..."

"Homework," Peter finished.

Tony looked between them, holding in the urge to pull a ridiculous face at them. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

"No, I'm being serious!" Peter protested. Tony stood up, heading for the door. "We can't just drop out of school!"

Tony ignored them, reaching for the door handle. These two were going to Germany, even if it meant having to bring in an Italian aunt into this. "It'll be a little dangerous, so I better tell Aunt Hottie I'm taking you two-" He cut off abruptly as the twins shot up, hands reaching out. In less than a blink of an eye, his hand was attached firmly to the handle, encased in webbing and ice. No one spoke as the drink bottle rolled slowly off the desk and onto the floor. The man finally gained the courage to look at the two supers, one with her hands raised in front of her, the other with his two middle fingers touching the centre of his palm as he aimed his wrist at the door.

"Don't. Tell. Aunt. May."

Tony swallowed st the menace laced in Frostbite's voice, suddenly very aware of how powerful these two were. "All right, Spider-Man and Frostbite."

Light dawned in their eyes as they realised they had reached a new level of respect with Iron Man. The leader of the Avengers. The head of a multi-million dollar company.

"Get me out of this thing."

"Right, sorry, let me grab the thingy," Peter muttered as Evie laughed, removing the ice from Tony's hand and scooping up the water bottle.

They were going to Germany and they were going to meet the Avengers.

_______________

Guess who's going to Germanyyyyyyyy

Evie, you need to start packing

I'm already packed. I got my suit, my clothes, my travel journal, absolutely everything!

... if you have three suitcases again-

Oh my goodness Peter, relax, I only have one

...

Pluuuuus two extra bags.

Wow.

Hey, one of them is carry-on!