It was a warm summer night, and Peter was thinking about going home and getting some sleep when he heard gunfire from a few streets away and swung over to investigate.

When he arrived at the scene he was confused, there was already someone there who didn't seem to be a member of the robbery, as they were skillfully knocking out each of the thieves with quick, efficient blows.

They were wearing a long, black coat with knee-high boots and a silver lace mask covered their face, obscuring their identity. 

Peter whispered to Karen to start filming.

Meanwhile; the person finished ruining the robber's night and began to tie them up with a rope they produced from the folds of their black trench coat. This was the point where peter decided to introduce himself, and he jumped down from the fire escape he was sitting on to assist the masked person.

They bolted as soon as they saw him.

"Crap on a cracker, Karen, call Mr. Stark"

"Calling Tony Stark"

Peter continued to chase the person in black, who he was now sure was superhuman because he'd never seen anyone except Steve run that bloody fast.

"Peter what the f*ck are you doing awake at 1 am" Tony growled

The boy winced, he didn't realize it was that late.

"h-hey mister stark, sorry to bother you but I think we have a code US"

"The f*ck is a code US"

"An unidentified superhuman..?"

There was a few seconds of silence

"I'm on my way"

"Thanks, Mr stark!"

Peter eventually chased the person into a dead-end alley; they were trapped between him and the smooth brick wall.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Peter said quietly. They snorted disbelievingly. Without warning, they ran at the solid wall like they were about to smash into it, but at the last moment, they ran up the wall and backflipped over Peter's head like a fricking gymnast. 

They landed in a crouch and started running when Iron Man himself landed in front of them

"Hi," said Tony 

The person was so shocked they stood still for a few moments, and a few moments was all Peter needed to activate taser webs and hit them.

1st person Silver

I woke up in a dark glass tube.

My dumb ass sat there for a few moments, trying my hardest to remember where I was when last nights' events crashed back into my brain.

Oh shit.

THE F*UCKING AVENGERS CAUGHT ME.

F*ckf*ckf*CKF*CK-

I want to laugh and cry at the same time!

OH SH*T I DIDN'T COME HOME ROBIN'S GOING TO FREAK OUT!

F*CKF*CKF*CKF*CK-

Calm down you absolute idiot Silver, one step at a time.

Where am I?

No f*cking clue

Great start twat.

I sighed deeply and looked up at my reflection in the smoky glass surrounding me. And froze.

My mask! Where the f*ck is my mask?!!

Oh, f*ck. They've taken it, haven't they? They've taken my f*cking mask and can see my f*cking face.

I'm going to need a lot more than tide pods this time.

-3rd person pov-

Tony waltzed into the lounge with a cup of coffee and was rudely interrupted by his 'friends asking a multitude of questions

"Tony why the hell is there a massive ass glass tube in the middle of the room,"

"uhhh-"

"Tony, did you capture Loki again? I'd like to study his staff,"

"Ah- sorry bruce no-"

"Tony has your son eaten my pop-tarts?"

"huh? Oh, I think Peter was hungry last night sorry thor,"

"Tony what the f*CK is going on,"

"Um, I'll get back to you on that Clint,"

Peter (who was on the ceiling for some reason) went red at the insinuation he was Tony's son, and the billionaire himself tried to answer Rhodey and Clint.

"While Peter was on patrol he found this kid who was dealing with some robbers, and turns out they're a superhuman, yayyy,"

There was a short silence

"you know, somehow I'm unsurprised," Rhodey sighed, "you've already seen their face right?"

"Yup," Tony said, popping the p. He crossed the room to the sofa and collapsed onto it, sipping his coffee. "Facial structure is feminine, but Peter didn't want to assume fifteen years old dark brown hair-"

Clint cut him off; "Tony did you run face recognition?"

"Oh yeah, the hero is known as the silver fox, been vigilantaing around new york like spidey here" he gestured to peter "for about ten months, turns out the 'silver fox' is an average student at a pretty average school downtown, they're actually failing math right now, I could probably help with tha-"

"Tony,"

"Right, uh would you like to see them?"

"I guess so-"

"good." Tony strolled over to the control panel in the side of the glass tube and swiped downwards on one of the bars, lowering the opacity and letting them see the person sitting inside.

Silver's pov

So that's where I am. I quickly stood up and faked a little bow.

"To whom do I owe my thanks for this luxurious room," I said, my words dripping with sarcasm

Great idea, antagonize the people who kidnapped you.

"Silver Saunders, fifteen, lives with foster mother Robin Wood who is- Oh would you look at that! Working out the paperwork for adoption! How sweet" Tony Stark stated.

Wait- 

"How the f*ck do you know my name" I snipped

"I wouldn't be a very good computer engineer if I couldn't hack the foster system's database now would I?" the billionaire smirked. God f*cking dammit.

"I seem to recall that's illegal"

"And I seem to recall I've helped save the world multiple times, so no one gives a shit about that"

I sighed deeply. My cover is blown, I have a massive headache, and Robin is going to kill me when I get home, this is shaping up to be a great day.

"As much as I would love to stay and chat, I have homework to do," I retorted

"oof felt that one," a voice said from... the ceiling?

I glanced upward; shocked to realize that a kid my age was sitting on the f*cKING CEILING.

"The f*ck are you doing up there?"

Stark sighed. "Peter, come down."

The boy fell off the ceiling with a grunt and landed on top of the tube I was in, fracturing the glass. A few seconds passed, and then the glass collapsed, dropping the boy on top of me. Effectively keeping me from escaping. Stark leaned down to talk to me.

"Right, how about I give you a question and you answer it and vice versa"

I struggled, trying to get free from the boy. It didn't work.

"Ugh, fine, but let me go home afterward?"

"No promises, question one, who were your birth parents?"

"Mom was a SHIELD agent and dad was a scientist"

"Right your turn,"

"Is it true spiderman knows mems and vines?" I say. I'm curious, sue me. I saw a clip of his doing the "it is Wednesday my dudes" vine and I wanted to know if it's real

"Seriously? That's your ques- " 

"I have the power of god and anime on my side!" The kid on top of me said.

Waitwaitwaitwaitwait.

Spiderman is my age?

"Ok, that answers my question, well enough," I say, looking around at the confused faces and grinning up at Stark.

"Question two," said Tony "How the everloving crap are you a vigilante at fifteen? I mean Pe- Spiderboy got bitten and had a bunch of trauma, but I wouldn't count the foster system as origin story material,"

Bro. Literally, you could have said anything else. 

"For fu- " I started to say but Stark cut me off

"enough of the swearing! There are children," he snapped; I flinched a little at that. I sighed deeply yet again.

"According to the research my dad left, he was trying to recreate the super-soldier serum for HYDRA. He used me as a testing subject because there were fewer trails for spies to follow then. When the SHIELD compound was destroyed by Captain America he and the bulk of his research was lost, and he died when the helicarrier destroyed the building, so I ended up in the care system. I was in a group home for a while before Robin fostered me, I started helping people out about six months ago because I was angry about how much harassment my friends and I had to deal with,"

"that- is a good reason to be a vigilante, I'm impressed" Stark mumbled

"for god's sake Tony, pull yourself together," groaned Rhodey. "You can't adopt every waif and stray who wanders into your path," 

"Shut up Rhodey," Stark snapped good-naturedly, "I'm a billionaire; I can do whatever I want"

'Man, that's a lot of arrogance,' I thought to myself.

"Mr. Stark, can I go? I have homework,"  the boy -spiderman I guess- sitting on me ventured. Stark looked conflicted, on one hand, he could do what the doe-eyed kid was asking, or on the other, he could get more information out of me.

A few seconds passed before he sighed deeply and said: "sure, but get it done before you go out on patrol alright kid? I don't want you stressing about chem equations while swinging downtown"

Spiderman stood up, leaving me free to run.

So I did, the window across the room was half open so like the idiot I am, I jumped out.

Halfway down to the next building over I realized that that was pretty stupid. 

Then I did a snazzy roll thing in the air because I saw Captain America do that on TV once and I figured it would help?

It didn't help(much) but I don't think I broke any bones, which is always positive, although it still hurt like a b*tch when I landed. 

Jumping up, I started to run across the roof, launching myself into the air and grabbing the lip of the next building's roof, and hauling myself up before rolling across the open space and once again flinging my body into space, daring gravity to stop me.

I've been free running for the better part of two years, robin made me choose a hobby for extra credit at school. Since I'm not the most active person I tried to get out of it but she coerced me with the promise of chocolate.

And a new phone but that's neither here nor there.

--3rd person pov--

By the time Silver was home and safe Robin had been panicking for about an hour since she realized that her adopted daughter was not in fact where she was supposed to be. Then she found her sneaking in through the window and scored her and hugged her in equal measures.

Silver figured life could be worse than this.

A/N and there's the rewrite! The ending isn't nearly as wish-fulfillment but I still like it. I realized that my OCs are essentially self-inserts, which is fine but I don't actually like reading stuff like this so it's kinda ironic. Either way I finished the rewrite and am literally stunned I've conned so many people into reading the old garbage, so I figured you guys deserve better,

lots of hugs,

W x