Peter's POV

God the med bay is boring! I have been here for all of two hours and all my injuries have healed. But dad being the over protective mother-hen he is, refuses to let me leave the bed, let alone the room. I guess I will have to sneak out on patrol tonight.

Don't look at me like that reader! You really think I, Peter Stark, is gonna sit around whilst a group of weird ass villains are running through the streets of New York. Nu uh, not going to happen.

Bruce came to check on my around fifteen minutes ago, so the likelihood of him coming back in the next hour is slim. I can fit in a quick patrol and be back before anyone even knows I'm gone. I carefully take the assortment of needles and tubes out my arms then proceed to take of the itchy hospital gown I am always forced to wear.

I reach into the little cupboard next to the bed and find my suit. Its a little ripped up and drenched in sweat, so I guess its nano bots tonight. I clip on my web shooters and tap and specific combination that calls my Spidey drone. I hear a faint buzzing from the window and see it trying to bust down the glass.

Okay that is not being subtle at all.

"Friday open the window." I say, wishing that Dad had made at least some of the windows manual. Friday opens it without a question thank god and the drone flies in. It attaches to my back and quickly surrounds my body in tech.

My enhanced hearing picks up on incoming footsteps. Shit!

"Karen are all systems go?" I whisper frantically, squatting in the window.

"Yes Peter. I would suggest you leave now if you don't want to get caught." I launch out the window and web myself into an alley across from the tower. 

I catch my breath then continue further into the city, scouring the streets for the masked men. After a while my thoughts stray to earlier, when Hiro helped stitch me up. My cheeks become dusted with the lightest shade of pink as my mind drifts to him. His warm smile and worried eyes as he cleaned up my face. I have never felt this before and it is strangely unnerving.

Bang

I am ripped from my peaceful thoughts by a deafening gunshot, followed by several shouts. A small parking lot that I am pretty sure has been unused for years is lit up with strange shades of pinks and yellows. Is that foam? What the hell is going on?

I web my way to a roof that over looks the parking lot and watch the battle at hand. Six armoured individuals are fighting the same masked men from earlier with crazy tech I have never seen before. 

I don't watch for long, how can I? Lets even out the odds a little.

"You know you really shouldn't shoot at people. Its hella rude." I quip as I flip of the roof, landing in the middle of the fight.

"Spiderman?" A guy in a monster (?) costume squeals. I nod my head and turn round just in time to deck a guy in the face, knocking him unconscious. A smaller boy in a very intricate purple suit laughs, at what I do not know. The sound is familiar and sets of butterflies in my stomach, but I just peg that to the fact my senses are going haywire.

"Oh I remember you. Your that guy who beat me up earlier. Not cool bro!" I yell as a much larger man steps forward from the group. He lets out a low chuckle and suddenly I am surrounded by black sand.

No wait this is to thick to be sand. I ball my hand into a fist in attempt to grab part of the substance and growl at what I discover. These are microbots.

Hiro's microbots.

"Where did you get those?" The smaller boy shouted, seemingly as angry as I was. I know that voice.

"You should really be more careful with your tech," The man looks directly at the boy, who shrinks back slightly. "Hiro."