Peter and Ned were chilling around in Ned's room, doing homework when Ned gave him an outrageous dare. But, Peter ain't no chicken.

"Hey, Peter. I dare you to hack into the A.I. of Avengers Tower." Ned said, not looking up from his chemistry book.

"Sure, lemme just finish this problem first." Peter said, also not looking up from his math homework.

When they finished the homework, Peter called May and told him he was sleeping over. He sat down at Ned's computer and started typing. In a few minutes, he pulled up the security cameras.

"Ah. All of Avengers Tower at our fingertips. What should we do?"

Peter and Ned locked eyes.

"Scare the shit out of the Avengers." They said in unison, creepy smiles coming across their faces.

—

Clint was crawling through the vents when he saw Cap on the couch right under an open spot. Bingo.

Clint got in position and jumped down on top of him.

Or he was supposed to, but Cap shimmered away as it happened.

He got back into the vents and found Tony in a similar position in the kitchen.

It happened again.

And again with Thor in the training room.

And again with Wanda in the music room.

He was pretty sure he was going insane. He plopped onto his bed and began to think he was next.

—-

Nat was in her room, reading a book, when the lights began to flicker. She sighed, bookmarking her page. "Friday, tell Tony my lightbulb is flickering."

"I Can't Do Anything Myself Protocol activated."

"What did you just say to me?"

"I told you that the I Can't Do Anything Myself Protocol has been activated."

Natasha decided to kill Tony. "Also, inform him I'm going to kill him."

"The Oh Shit You Messed Up Protocol has been activated." Natasha picked her book up, and decided she was willing to get it bloody.

"Friday give me Tony's current location." Natasha was out the door when Friday replied.

"Apologies, Miss Romanoff. The Haha Fri Likes Me Better Protocol restricts me from giving you the information you seek."

—-

Cap was in the training room, punching bags when he decided to move on to the treadmill.

A few minutes after he got on, it malfunctioned and he flew across the room.

"Shit." He muttered.

"Language!" Said the ceiling, but it was his voice.

"Fuck, where did Tony get that recording?"

"Language!" It repeated.

"I'm screwed. I feel like I'm in detention or something."

"So... you got detention."

Steve screamed.

—-

Sam was running on a track in a different training room, and was listening to music in his Bluetooth headphones.

"White shirt. Now red, my bloody nose. Sleeping. You're on your tippy toes. Creeping around like no one knows, think you're so criminal." He sang.

His headphones cut off. "On your left." Was heard.

"Bruises on both my knees for you. Don't say thank you or please. I do what I want when I'm wanting to. My soul? So cynical." He continued.

His headphones cut off. "On your left." Was heard. He groaned.

"So you're a tough guy. Like it really rough guy. Just can't get enough guy. Chest always so puffed guy. I'm that bed type. Make your mama sad type. Make your girlfriend mad type. Might seduce your dad type." He sang.

His headphones cut off. "On your left." Was heard. He let out a cry of anger.

"I'm the bad guy. Duh."

His headphones cut off, but before they could say the three dreaded words, Sam tore them out and threw them across the room. "Friday play my music on the speakers in this room." He was alone anyway.

"I like it when you take control. Even if know that you don't own me, I'll let you play the role. I'll be your animal." He sang.

The ceiling cut off. "On your left." Sam screeched like a bird.

—

Tony and Bruce were in the lab, working on something.

"Hey Friday, play some AC/DC for me?" Tony said while pouring some liquid into another liquid.

All Star by Smash Mouth started playing.

"The fuck? I said AC/DC, Fri."

The song was replaced with Africa by Toto.

"Friday is your coding okay? AC/DC!"

The song was replaced, this time with Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.

"Friday has anything odd been happening to the other guys?"

"Sam's music is continuously cut off by Steve's voice daunting him. Clint keeps seeing one of you as a hologram before they flick away, Nat is getting aggravated by Protocol name, and Steve has his voice being played back to him in clips."

The two scientists locked eyes. "Friday call a team meeting in the living room."

—-

"So, in conclusion, somebody hacked Friday." Bruce said at the end of his speech.

"What? How? I thought that was impossible?"

"New Protocol Idiots Need To Realize has been activated." Tony and Nat shared a look before a phone rang. It was Tony's.

"Friday, answer call on speaker."

"Heyo! I'm Peter Parker, your hacker. Don't kill me it was a dare and I'm not chicken. Any who sorry Clint I made you crazy, Natasha that I made you want to kill Tony, Steve that I made you want to die, Sam that I made you listen to that clip again and again, and Tony that I replaced your AC/DC with meme songs. Bye!" The call ended.

There was a beat of silence.

"Nat?" Tony asked.

"Call traced."

—

Peter and Ned were sitting on Ned's bed, laughing their asses off when there was a punting in the door. Peter got his suit on, because Ned's parents were both at work. The door swung open. "Which one of you is Peter Parker?"

Peter's eyes widened. "Oh. Uh, that would be me." He took the suit off. Iron Spider but he made it himself.

"Woah, did you make that?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. Wasn't that hard though, just went down to the junkyard and got some old cars to make it, then I hooked my A.I. into it, then wired it into my watch." Peter tapped his watch.

"No wonder he could hack Friday." Clint mused.

"Wait, how old are you? What's your IQ?" Asked Bruce.

"15 and my IQ is 269."

Bruce and Tony made eye contact. "Wanna be an Avenger?" They asked simultaneously.