(Peter's POV)

I wake up on my familiar rooftop and sigh at the sight of the morning sunrise. Being homeless is shit, but when I get to wake up to sights like this it's almost worth it. Almost.

I uncurl from my sleeping bag, my back popping happily at the much needed movement. I feel around for my bag, still in a sleepy daze. Once I had located it I fish around for my phone out to check the time and see many texts time stamped around three in the morning.

God whoever this is really wants attention. Talk about needy.

Me

Jeez I was asleep

Also why were you texting me at 3am?

???

Sorry for being concerned. last time we talked you said you were bleeding out. I very nearly resorted to tracking you so I knew you weren't dead.

Me

Well I'm fine

???

I don't believe you

Me

You're not very trusting are you?

???

Nope

Me

I

Am

Fine

???

Not

Buying

It

This guy/girl/person is really starting to get on my nerves. Why won't they just forget I ever texted them? Why should they care about poor Peter Parker? I notice the time and scramble to my feet. My shift starts in less than five minutes!

My roof is fifteen minutes away from the store I work at. Plus its Saturday so the streets are super busy. If Spiderman is spotted there will definitely be a paparazzi trail waiting to reveal me.

Damn I guess I will just have to be late. Again.

Shoving my phone carelessly into my pocket, I scale down the wall and drop into the unused alley below. I book it down the street and reach my destination in a record time of seven minutes.

What's my destination you may ask? Excelsior Comics! Quite possibly the best store in all of New York, and not just because they sell Spiderman merch. The owner is super nice, even gives me food when he notices I don't have lunch with me.

Mr Lee is the nicest soul I have ever met and I am so glad to be working for him.

Well that's if he doesn't fire me for being late for the umpteenth time.

I run through the back door and plop my ripped up backpack on my chair. I stop for a moment to catch my breath then walk through to the front. The store is unusually quiet today, thankfully as my Spider sense is going a bit haywire. Probably nothing though.

"I'm sorry I'm late Mr Lee, I overslept." I apologise whilst busying myself with the second cash register that is yet to be switched on.

"Don't worry kid I understand. Happens to us all. Between you and me you look like you could use the sleep, take tomorrow off." I smile at his generosity.

"It's okay, besides Sunday is our busiest day so you will need the help." Mr Lee shakes his head fondly. A man in his thirties comes up to the desk and starts to ask him about the comics we sell. 

I slip into my normal routine easily. This is one of the only times I can truly relax and be myself. School is living hell, home life is complicated - you know since I am currently living on a random roof - and patrol is fun until I am getting shot at by insane criminals.

Excelsior Comics is my safe space. I wouldn't want it any other way.

(???'s POV)

Okay I am pretty sure the readers know who I am by now, I mean they aren't stupid.

But I like the suspense.

Shut up and change the POV already.

UHHHH Fine!

(Tony's POV)

That's better!

Good. Now stop breaking the fourth wall the readers will freak out.

Whatever!

"Tony stop daydreaming and help me with this equation." Bruce called from the other side of the lab. I roll my eyes and get up of my very comfortable spinning chair.

We have been up here for at least two days straight trying to figure out how to replicate a certain vigilantes webs. The Pirate is convinced that this superhero who only patrols at night and helps to stops muggings and shit is a potential threat. So my amazing suggestion was to beat him at his own game and replicate his powers.

Stupid idea I know. But in my defence I wasn't really paying much attention and I was called on unexpectedly.

"Bruce this is hopeless. We should just wait till Spiderman is on our side then ask him to do it himself." I whine. Bruce gives me the side eye and continues with the equation. Fine if that's how it's going to be.

"Okay well I am gonna leave you to it. Have fun Brucie!" I give him my sweetest smile whilst backing up to the elevator. I can tell he is pissed but hey what are best friends for.

I tell friday to take me to the common room and stand in silence for the entire ride. My mind wanders to the Spiderman. Something about him makes me wish we weren't hunting him down, but I can't put my finger on it.

I have never fought the vigilante, but what I have gathered from the others is that he is one hell of a fighter. He also seems to be on the young side, younger than the twins that's for sure. It makes me wonder why someone so young and impressionable would take on the responsibility when he himself should be the one being protected.

As you guys already knew Tony was ???, but I thought I would introduce him properly. I hope you are enjoying this so far. Updates are gonna be irregular but they will come!