(Peter's POV)

I hear a gunshot and freeze. They are here for me. No wonder my senses have been going haywire. Why do I never listen?

I try to move but my body won't listen. My mind screams at me to do something but I can't. I am just staring at the gun now pointed directly at me. This is it.

Bang.

I brace myself for the impact, ready for pain. But it never comes. I open my eyes and gasp at the sight. I am surrounded by a ball of...microbots? Hiro's tech. Speaking of he is currently wrapped around me eyes screwed shut.

"You saved me." I whisper scanning his back for any signs of an entry wound, luckily there is none. Hiro looked up at me with a disbelieving face.

"Of course why wouldn't I?" He asks as if he didn't care that he could have got shot. Is this how I come across when I am out on patrol? No wonder Dad worries about me.

"I- er thank you. Thank you so much. But we should probably get of the stage, that man is still-" As soon as that sentence leaves my mouth my senses scream at me to move left. I grab Hiro's arm and pull him just in time. A blade pierces through the tech and they all come clattering to the floor. Hiro must have lost focus.

My hand still firmly on his arm I run into the wings in search of my dressing room. I have to get to my suit. Wait I can't. Hiro can't know. That would put him in danger. Then again he does seem like the type to keep a secret. No! What are you thinking Peter you can't tell him you barely know the kid!

I make up my mind and duck into the lounge area, occupied by several scared stage hands. I put a finger to my mouth and silently implore Hiro to stay put. He nods, but there is a fury in his eyes that unnerves me slightly. 

I don't dwell on it for long. I close the door as quietly as I could and head for my dressing room. I don't have time to change, so the nano-tech will have to do. It's not finished yet, but it has enough web combinations to take down this idiot with a gun. I rifle through my backpack and find what I am looking for.

A sleek black spider housing millions of nano-bots. Thank you Dad!

I slam it onto my chest and it quickly engulfs my body, covering it in red and blue armour. The mask bleeps and I am good to go. I sprint back down the corridor, webbing shut every door to prevent the gunman from entering. I get to the stage and see there is already an all out battle between the mask dude and my family.

Somehow they seem to be losing.

Let's even out those odds.

I swing into the centre of the battle, shoot a web that attaches to the collar of his trench coat and sling him up to the rafters. He is left dangling, kicking furiously and clawing at the webbing. I brush my hands of and smirk at my work.

"Kid we were handling it." Dad whined.

"Yeah it looked like it. Well he's all yours!" I exclaim before crawling into the vents where I quickly made my way back to the dressing room. Why may you ask? Because why the fuck not!

Badass Peter!

I am really bad at writing fight scenes so I just gave up in the end aha. I hope you enjoyed!