Peter slammed his computer screen downwards again, groaning as he hit his head on the desk again. Hard.

"Are you okay?" He heard someone yell, most likely Tony, although Cap had protective tendencies too.

"I'm fine! I jus- ohmygodgetitoutofmyroom - Dad! Dad! Tony! Come quick!" Peter screamed as he backed into the corner of his room, shaking.

He heard hurried footsteps coming towards the room before he heard the door handle shaking up and down.

"Oh my go- FRIDAY, unlock Peter's door!" Tony commanded (Peter recognised his voice, it was definitely Tony) as he jiggled the door knob even more.

"I apologise, sir, but this door can only be opened by Mr Stark's authority."

"Well, I'm a Stark too, damnit! Let me in, Fri, he could be dying for all I know!"

Tony was definitely stressed out. Peter didn't help him any more by screaming yet again.

"Oh my god it's coming closer, dad!"

"Pete, just open the door!" Tony yelled, banging on said door as hard as he could.

"Oh - oh yeah. Right. Right. FRIDAY, open the doo- it touched me! It touched me! Fri, open the dang door!" Peter screeched, jumping up and running to the opposite side of the room, landing in his bed and wrapping himself with the blankets.

Tony ran in, checking the room for burglars and/or evil serial killers.

Or Deadpool.

Nothing was there. He gave Peter a sharp look.

"You almost gave me a heart attack, and it was for a prank?" he shouted, leaning against the wall with his hand held over his chest.

Peter was still shaking and there was one lone tear running down his face. He backed off against the wall by his bed and silently shook his head, quivering.

"What is it, Peter?"

"There's a - a - a spider!" Peter yelled, spotting the minuscule creature as it crept out of its hiding spot and climbed up the walls.

Yeah, Spider-Man was afraid of spiders.

Tony gave him an unimpressed look.

"Really? I came rushing in here because of spiders? Seriously?"

-.-.-.-

After Peter's small (massive) panic attack, he walked out of his room, discontent with what he had found.

There was nothing about failed spider experiments. At all.

It took Peter a moment to realise it, and he face palmed as he did, walking straight into a wall as he did so. He yelped, falling onto his knees, before leaning against said wall and putting his head back.

"Of course," he muttered quietly, mindful of all of the listening devices in the tower. "They won't just reveal to the public that they made illegal spider experiments. I need to hack. Dang."

Sighing, he walked into the elevator, going to the communal floor.

"Hi. I'm going to grab food. Bye." He gave an uninterested look at the Avengers sitting at the table before he grabbed an apple, going to the elevator to leave the building.

"Wait, Pete," Clint spoke hurriedly, as though there were something extremely important he had to say. Peter paused, one leg in the air, before he turned around, looking directly at the archer.

"Hi."

"What side are you on for the war?"

"Another war? Seriously? Well, tell me the teams then."

To anyone else, it would appear that the Avengers were planning on having a war and that this teenager didn't really care, but not exactly.

"Okay, so on one team it's me, Tony, Nat, Rhodey, Sam and Scott. The other one is Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Pepper, and if the Guardians are back on time, then we'll have Quill and Groot and they'll have Gamora, Rocket and Drax. So, what do you think?"

"You get the tree guy? 'Cause that's really good. I can think of a million prank ideas by just having him."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yup. I'll join your side in the prank war."

Yes, the Avengers had prank wars. And whatever side Peter was on usually won, so he was determined to win this time also.

"Anyway, I gotta go now, I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry."

"Peter, it's Saturday," Wanda called, "you don't have school today."

"I know!" he said, rolling his eyes as he continued his path to the elevator. "I promised Ned that we'd meet up by his house today."

"Oh. Okay. See you!"

-.-.-.-

Once Peter got to Ned's house, the two greeted one another and played video games for about an hour before bidding goodbye to Ned's mom and leaving to go to a coffee shop nearby.

"So, are you going to tell Tony Stark about your other job?" Ned asked, looking at Peter intently.

"Probably not. I'll have to, obviously I'll have to, one day. I'm going to try stop that day for as long as I can though."

"Yeah, I get it. He's really overprotective, he probably wouldn't let you be Spidey anymore, would he?"

"Obviously not, Ned!" Peter gave his friend a small glare before saying, putting his head down onto the table. "Sorry. It's just harsh, you know? I live in a family of superheroes and I can't even tell them I'm one of them. As well as the fact that they hate me-"

As Peter finished his sentence, his spider sense went off. He looked around carefully, taking in every detail, before giving a small yelp.

The last thing he saw was a massive fist coming toward his face before he fell unconscious.

Sorry not sorry.

Also, tell me what villains you'd like in this fic! I've already planned for the Green Goblin to be in it, but what about Doc Ock, the Vulture, others? Feel free to name some.

Below is just me wanting to explain a few things - what I did each day 😂.

Sunday - I am just apologising now, literally seconds after I wrote the first bit, for the craziness that happened. I realised that I should really start writing the next chapter, since it's Thursday soon, and I needed to start writing this.

I am delusional. I am sorry. Not really. I laughed really hard at it.

Lol.

Monday - I wrote two words. Wow.

Tuesday - DANGGG I JUST REALISED I HAVE TWO DAYS TO WRITE THIS IN XDDD. And yes. There is a communal floor.

Wednesday - just realised I did five hundred words. I need to do double that. Otherwise you'll be annoyed at me. Yeah. So, half of this is probably written today 😂😂.

Thursday - By the way, I'm British. So if stuff is wrong, tell me! I won't know 😂😂 okay, I hope you enjoyed. See ya!

- WriteCrazyForLife