Not a request, something I wanted to try. PLEASE REQUEST XD. You guys are going to hate me for part of this, it's an angst/fluff and if you requested then you may not have to suffer through some of these (wink wink). Enjoy!

PS. Organic Webbing is a thing in this

Trigger Warnings: Selective amnesia

Things were not going well during Peter's latest fight. His suit was partially fried and not functioning well, so when the crazy-strong guy grabbed him and was slamming him into the wall, he was basically saying his last goodbyes. 

The world was fading out and Peter thought of his favorite memories of the past few months - meeting Tony, then the Avengers. Tony hugging him when Peter finally called him "Dad". Bucky's cooking. Natasha curling up in bed with him so that Peter's nightmares went away. Sparring with Steve. Pranks with Shuri and Wanda. Mario Kart with Clint and Sam. Working on a science project with Bruce. Visiting Asgard with Thor and Loki, after he lifted Thor's hammer. Talking to Rhodey when Tony had yelled at him for putting his life at risk. Vision helping Peter when he went on patrol and got shot (multiple times). Talking about their insect and arachnid alter-egos with Scott. Avengers movie night. His favorite memories were so much of the Avengers. 

Peter's last glimpses were of the man running away. He wanted to get up, but he was- he was so tired and all he wanted to do was... sleep...

And the world went black.

~This is Bob. He is a time skip.~

"Guys, I'm seriously worried about Peter," Natasha said, looking at the rest of the Avengers. Tony nodded. You could see the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep due to worry. "Should we try to find him?" Clint asked, fiddling with one of his arrows. "It's been five days since we last saw him, the longest he's ever been away is eight in a row. When he went on vacation with May," Tony pointed out. "Okay, maybe we wait two more days? Remember what happened last time we freaked out about him missing?" Bruce pointed out. 

They remembered. 

The media had a field day when the Avengers all showed up at Peter's apartment, demanding that they were let in and that Peter was okay. (In their defense, it had been six days.) When Peter had finally opened the door, he had looked upon all of them with disbelief. "Guys, really?" Peter had exclaimed. "I've just been working on a school project with Ned! I was going to call you guys today!" 

It was a good thing that the press had never seen Peter's face.

"Okay, maybe you're right," Sam conceded. "Two days. That's it."

~This is Miranda. She is Bob's girlfriend, and also a time skip.~

Peter was bouncing in his seat on the bus, incredibly excited. They were going on a field trip to Avengers Tower!!! May had looked confused when he ran into the room and waved the form in her face. "I thought you would be dreading this more," She had said, laughing a bit. "Why would I be dreading it?" Peter had asked, frowning. May just shrugged, then scrawled her signature quickly.

"I can't believe we're going to Avengers Tower!" Peter exclaimed to Ned. Ned glanced at him, confused and excited. "I know! It's going to be amazing. You're the luckiest person in the world!" Peter hesitated. "But... we're all going. Why am I the lucky one?" He asked. Ned paused, opening his mouth to say something, when the teacher interrupted, yelling for them to stand up and file out of the bus. 

Maybe, Peter decided, Ned meant something about him being Spider-Man. That seemed like the most obvious solution. When a tour guide strolled up, she had passed out the badges. Then she had paused at him. "Uh... Peter Parker? It says here you have your own badge." 

Peter stopped. "Um... really? I don't think-" Ned motioned at Peter's backpack, and when Peter unzipped the pocket Ned was pointing at, he found a red and blue pass labeled "Peter Parker, Alpha 10". It was emblazoned with a black spider. When had he gotten that???

Peter returned his attention to the tour guide. "Um, yeah, I guess I do," He said uncertainly. MJ, from her spot next to Peter, shot him a concerned look. They passed through the detector, and Peter jumped when a voice came from the ceiling, announcing people's arrival.

"Parker, Peter. Alpha 10. Nice to see you again, finally! Alerting Boss of your arrival."

Peter was 

s h o o k

to say the least. "Again?" He asked out loud, and MJ grabbed his shoulder, effectively making him shut up. "Peter, what's going on?" She asked. 

"I - I don't know."

~This is Tiffany. Bob is cheating on Miranda with Tiffany. She is not a time skip, but a location skip.~

"Boss, Peter has entered the building," FRIDAY announced from the intercom. "Oh my god," Tony breathed. Natasha sat bolt upright and was prepared to run downstairs when the rest of the Avengers stood, too. "Peter is not coming up to this level as he usually does. He has remained on that floor." Clint looked at Tony. "We have to go see him," Clint breathed. "It was never even a question," Tony agreed. 

And so they went down.

~This is Jerry, a new place skip.~

Peter was peppering MJ and Ned with questions. The incident from earlier had been forgotten when the tour guide called them into line. They had finally shut up when the elevator doors slid open, revealing the entire group of Avengers standing there. They rushed out and started searching the lobby. Peter was freaking out. He never thought he'd be standing in such close vicinity to the Avengers. All  of the Avengers. They were scanning for something - or, judging by the looks on their faces, someone. That was when the Black Widow's eyes landed on Peter. He froze. There was something about that look that was... almost familiar? Maybe from television. 

The woman let out a cry of excitement and started toward him. Peter shrank back against the wall, terrified. Had he done something wrong? Was she trying to kill him? The rest of the Avengers looked up, and they spotted Peter, too. The class was freaking out and not sure whether to flee or try to get autographs. Even the tour guide looked a bit panicked. Peter assumed this did not normally happen on tours. 

"Goddamn it you scared me so much!" The Black Widow shrieked, whacking him on the arm. "W-what?" Peter asked, confused. How had he scared the Black Widow? He didn't even know her. "I missed you!" She exclaimed. "Uh, w-with all d-due respect M-ms. Black Widow, ma'am, I think you have the w-wrong person," Peter stammered. 

The woman stopped. "What do you mean?" She asked, frozen. "I m-mean I haven't even m-met you, s-so how could you h-have missed me?" He stuttered. "Peter. Tell me this is some kind of sick joke," The Black Widow demanded. "How do you know my n-name? This isn't some joke, I don't know you and I don't know why you think you know me!" Peter managed this, only tripping over one word. 

When the rest of the Avengers walked up, Peter was high-key freaking out. "Um, Peter, are you ok?" The Tony Stark asked. Peter froze, both in awe and frightened. "Uh- I - you- wow, you're Tony Stark," He exclaimed. The man stopped. "Romanoff. What's going on?" He asked. "I-i don't know, he just said he doesn't know me, and - I mean clearly he doesn't remember you either and I don't - I can't -" Natasha was freaking out. Wait - how did he know her name? Nobody had said it. Panic rushed through Peter as he tried to take in everything that had happened. Did they know he was Spider-Man? Were they trying to make him think he was insane? Was it some kind of psychological torture to punish him for being Spider-Man? 

"Look, Mr. Stark, it's an honor, but I don't actually think I know you - or anyone here. Personally, at least. So, as amazing and creepy as these couple minutes have been, I think - ma'am, you have a tour to lead, right? Can we go? Please? " Peter asked desperately. 

The woman nodded and herded them into the elevator, as they left the Avengers behind, shell-shocked.

~Bob is back. He's still cheating on Miranda. He has gained the skill of time-skipping like 5 seconds worth of time so he can switch places quickly.~

The Avengers were staring at each other. "Okay, what the hell is going on?" Tony demanded. Clint looked terrified, and Natasha looked devastated. Bucky and Steve were staring at the last place Peter had stood before he, in all essences, ran away. Sam was freaking out, and Wanda was looking furious. They were all scared out of their minds. "This had better be a fucking joke. Then I can kill him for scaring us, then bring him back to life and give him a hug," Tony muttered. Wanda shook her head. "Something is happening in his mind. He truly just - just doesn't know us. And I don't know how to fix it."

Natasha said the one thing that all of them (including Steve) was thinking. 

"Fuck."

~Miranda is here now. She is now a hybrid time-and-place skip. She learned Bob cheated on her and is going to kill him.~

To say Peter was frightened was an understatement. MJ and Ned looked frightened, and were asking him questions about things that never happened. "I don't know what you guys are talking about!" Peter wailed. "I don't know them! I never have!" 

When they walked into the sparring room, there were two Avengers there. Steve and Bucky. Wait - Bucky? Bucky - the Winter Soldier? Was that his name? How did Peter know that? And the same thing with Steve - was he Captain America? How did he know that?  They were discussing something about an eight-step-plan and memories. The class walked in, and they straightened. Peter blurred out for a few minutes as they said something about teaching people how to punch and how to block a punch. 

Suddenly, people were lining up and the Winter Soldier threw light punches at them, which they each, in turn, deflected (or if they didn't, he changed the direction of his punch and purposely missed). Peter walked up, and his Spidey Senses tingled a bit. Bucky - no, the Winter Soldier,  Peter corrected himself - punched at Peter, except a lot faster. And with the metal arm. 

Peter seized the hand before it hit him in the face. "You have a metal arm?" Peter gasped, slowly twisting the man's arm and pushing it back. "That's awesome, dude!" Bu - The Winter Soldier reeled, staggering backward in shock. Peter paused. "Um, Mr. Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, sir? Are you ok?" He asked. Bucky Barnes. Where had that name come from? Had he read it somewhere?  "Y-yeah, kid. It's fine." Steve ran to Bucky and whispered into his ear, but thanks to Peter's super-hearing, he could detect it just fine. "Remember, we can't let the kid know he has amnesia. That'll just mess a ton of stuff up. Make it harder for him to remember us. Just - act like we don't really know him, but we apparently have to subtly drop signs, according to Wikipedia." 

Peter stopped. Amnesia? But - that made no sense! Remember, Peter, if they know you're Spider-Man, they probably know about your enhanced hearing. So this could be more of their weird torture?  Steve backed away from Bucky - again with the names! - and turned to Peter. "You've got heart, kid, where're you from?" He asked. Bucky smiled a bit. Peter paused. "Queens." Steve nodded, opening his mouth. Peter interrupted before he spoke. "And - Brooklyn. You're from Brooklyn." 

~Carol the POV skip is here to help!~

Steve froze, too. He had told everyone outside of the Avengers that he was from Manhattan. Only the Avengers and some of SHIELD knew he was actually from Brooklyn. So how did Peter know?He had to be remembering some things. 

~Carol returns.~

Peter was seeing double. One, Steve. Two, Steve again. Except decked out in his Captain America suit, holding his shield as Peter knelt a couple yards in front of him. Peter's muscles were pounding as he struggled to hold up something - what was it? What? An airplane terminal! Steve turned to run off and Peter slid underneath the terminal, balancing it on the column again. Except he was also just standing there, in front of Steve and Bucky and his class. 

Peter touched his head, feeling it pounding. "I - i have to - thank you Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes. Um - bye!" 

Holy crap.

What was going on?

The tour group next went up to a set of labs. There, they encountered Bruce and Clint. Bruce was busy at his desk as Clint was poking down his head from the ceiling vents. Peter felt a rush of affection and then - oh god. Oh no. Why was he feeling these feelings? He hadn't met them. Wait, how did he know Clint's name? Oh crap. He was in some deep shit. 

"Okay. It's okay, Peter. We'll figure it out," MJ was saying. Peter nodded, dazed. "Oh! Hi, Peter," Bruce said casually as he walked in, then paused and apologized quickly. Peter just nodded again. Why did this feel so familiar? "It's okay, Peter," Bruce said sadly. 

It's okay, it's okay...

Double again. Peter felt pain in his abdomen and he was screaming. Mechanics surrounded him and Peter saw Bruce lean over him. "It's okay, Peter. The bullet will be out soon... It's okay, Peter. Hold on for me." Peter was going incoherent. All he remembered was screaming "Dad! DAD!" But why was he screaming for his dad? His dad was dead...

There was a thud, bringing him back to reality. Clint had fallen out of the vents, and Peter snorted. "Hey! Even with am- ahem, you're still a jerk!" Clint stuck his tongue out at Peter. 

"Peter, you're such a jerk!" Clint was yelling, chucking a remote controller onto the ground. "You're just salty because I wouldn't do that!" "Okay, I swear it was the controller's fault! One second I was doing great, then Wario's Gold Mine decides to yeet me off the tracks!" Clint stuck his tongue out at Peter childishly...

"You - you're just salty because I - I wouldn't do that," Peter said, head spinning. "Oh yeah? Well what about that one time when you-" Clint broke off as Dr. Banner clapped a hand over his mouth. "That's enough of that. I think you should probably move to your next location," Bruce advised. 

They were walking down the hallway when someone grabbed Peter's arm. "What the he-" A hand was tossed over his mouth. "Jesus, Natasha, if you wanted to talk you could have just said so!" Peter exclaimed through the person's hand. The person paused. "Okay one, how did you know it was me? Two, you know my name. Three, you've already said that to me." Natasha spun him around so he could face her. Peter stopped. "I-I don't know! But as far as I know I've never met any of you. But now I have memories - suddenly! Of you guys! Like, playing Mario Kart with Clint and fighting Steve and - and you helping me with my nightmares and ambushing me in halls and-" Peter broke off into confused sobbing. 

Natasha pulled him into a hug and gently combed her fingers through his hair. It felt so weird - but at the same time, familiar. And right. "I don't know what to do, Mama Spider! And I'm so scared!" The words - and the name - came to him. "Oh, Baby Spider, it's okay. The rest of the Avengers- ok you're not going to believe me, Peter. But you have amnesia. For the past months, you've been living with us, here, in the tower. And you're a part of our family. The past five days, we haven't seen you. Then you - you showed up today and you didn't know us. And so we were scared. And I- Peter, are you ok? Peter!" Peter fell into darkness. 

"Where am I?" 

That was the first thing Peter asked when he woke up. He was lying on a bed in an unknown place. And... oh fuck. All the Avengers were there. Had he done something wrong as Spider-Man? What was happening? Did they know he was Spider-Man? And - "Peter." The Black Widow said. "Are you ok?"

And Peter stopped. "You- you know my name. How?" And Tony Stark 

just

froze.

"Oh shit. No, no, no. This is not fucking allowed. Peter?" The Black Widow sounded pissed. And... scared. "Okay, kid, deep breaths," She said, kneeling by his side. "What's the last thing you remember?" Peter paused, thinking. "I was at Aunt May's... and I was going to leave on a field trip? And then -" Peter broke off, shocked. "I- I don't know what then." Bruce Banner - oh my god it's Bruce Banner - approached him. "Okay, Peter, do you remember us?" He asked gently. "Well, of course. You guys are the Avengers! That's so cool. But, uh, what's going on?" 

Natasha - wait what the fuck. Peter frowned. This didn't make sense. He didn't know her name, but he did - but something about this felt like deja vu. 

"Deep breaths, Peter. You were on your field trip and you passed out," Bruce explained. Peter inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "Okay. Am I allowed to return to the field trip?" He asked politely. The Avengers exchanged uncertain glances, but then Clint stepped forward. "Alright, kid. Can you answer me a few questions? I'll give you some answers, first, of course." Peter nodded hesitantly. 

"Okay. We think you're suffering from - what did you call it, Bruce? - selective amnesia. It basically means that, well, you've forgotten some stuff in your life."

Peter paused, shocked. "I - uh, how do you know that?" He asked. Clint looked down. "Okay, kid, this is going to sound crazy for a bit. But, uh, we know that you're Spider-Man." Peter closed his eyes. "You're kidding, right? I'm not Spider-Man," He lied. 

~Timmy is also a POV skip.~

Tony couldn't believe this was happening. His kid didn't know him, was actively denying any participation they had in his life, and now was running away. 

Wait what?

Fuck.

Tony caught at Peter's shoulder desperately. "Peter. Peter, please, you just need to answer some questions. Please." Something in Tony's voice made the kid hesitate. "Mr. Stark, I just - I'm sorry." 

Whenever Peter called Tony Mr. Stark, it felt like he was being stabbed in the gut. He had finally gotten the kid to call him Dad. And now it was being ripped away from some goddamn idiot who had attacked his kid. 

"Mr. Stark, I'm not Spider-Man. I don't know where you got that idea. I'm just a kid, and not a kid you guys want to know. I'm a nobody, okay? So just - look, Mr. Stark, have you ever seen that really old movie The Empire Strikes Back? Where they're on the snow planet? With the walking thingies? And you know how there's so much death and stuff, because the deaths don't matter in the face of the heroes? Mr. Stark, you guys are the heroes. And I'm just in the background. Spider-Man is a hero, but I'm sorry to tell you that I'm not Spider-Man." 

Peter was breathing rapidly by the time he finished this, voice hitching on the last words. Tony felt like he was being punched. In the stomach. With a knife. The fucking kid still makes Star Wars references. And the same ones. "Would you believe me if I told you that wasn't the first time you've made that reference?" Rhodey asked quietly, trying not to startle the kid. 

Peter, wild-eyed, pulled away from Tony and ran.

~Carol has returned, like always.~

They're insane. The Avengers are fucking insane. Peter was running through corridors that he somehow knew how to navigate. Okay, deep breaths. 

Is it possible they're right?

No. They can't be. 

Peter pulled out his phone and googled "How to tell if you have amnesia", because Google always helps. Sadly, Google came up with a bunch of crap about amnesia, until one page. Do amnesiacs realize they have amnesia? On some website called Slate. It said yes, sometimes. So that was super helpful. He took a memory loss test, and froze up at one of the questions. Do you have feelings you cannot explain? 

Um, yes.

When he woke up to see the Avengers, there was a mixture of stress, anxiety, and excitement. But there was one thing he couldn't understand. 

Love. Peter was pretty sure he didn't fall in love with the Avengers in like .2 seconds, so he couldn't exactly explain that. 

Then another. Are there threads of memory that seem to lead to nowhere?

Yes.

Peter was out Spider-Manning, when he received a call... and then what? He couldn't remember.

Peter was walking out of the school building and he saw a black car pull up... and what happened next?

If Peter weren't already scared, there was one more that did it. 

Have you recently been exposed to head trauma?

Um.

Yes.

It had been five days ago and he had went out to patrol. He was anxious to do... something, so he was kind of sloppy. Some guy with crazy super strength was attacking a woman and her small child, so he swung in to help. 

Then something happened, and god, he couldn't remember what. 

And then he was being smashed against walls and the ground, and then he was gone.

But then he woke up and returned to May's. 

So was it possible...?

But it seemed so unlikely. 

Peter didn't have time to ponder this more because of the sound of an explosion as his Spidey Senses went off. 

Mr. Stark.

The urge was swift and instinctual, and Peter had no idea where it came from. 

I have to protect him. 

Why would Peter want to protect him?

If Peter liked him and wanted to help him... and then forgot him... but the emotions remained. 

Oh god. They were right.

Peter swung through the hallways toward the sound of the explosion, ignoring the pain of not using his webshooters. He could hear the Avengers yelling, and he saw civilians rushing out toward the exit.

Thankfully, whatever happened, the civilians weren't a target. 

Before he dove into the action, some instinct told him to press a button on his watch. When he did, a version of his suit formed around him. Not the Iron Spider, sadly, so he wouldn't be bulletproof today. Wait, what was the Iron Spider? 

Peter grasped desperately at the thread of memory that had entered his mind, but it was eluding him.

"Damn it," Peter muttered. 

Then he dove into the action.

Peter ran into the room to see the Avengers, standing in battle position, facing a gang.

And one of them was StrongBoi, as Peter decided to call him. 

"You bastards!" Steve yelled, shield clutched in his hand. 

"That means, you motherfuckers!" Peter translated as he dropped into the room, landing in a smooth roll. 

"Pe-Spidey, what the hell are you doing here?" Clint demanded, fear sparking in his eyes. "Oh, this dick-" "Language, kid," "Is a guy who kinda yeeted me into walls the other day." Steve blinked. "Yeeted you into a wall?" He asked. "Yeah, I'll explain what yeeting is later. Anyways, I think you guys were right," Peter announced. "I get that a lot," Mr. Stark conceded. "Wow, is Mr. Stark really that egotistical?" Mr. Stark dropped his eyes, but not before Peter could see the pain flashing in them. 

Okay, so bad question. Obviously they were closer than Peter had thought, and now he had hurt Mr Stark's feelings. Great.

"So anyways, if I'm correct, StrongBoi here is the cause for my... situation." 

StrongBoi blinked at Peter, confused and angry. 

"Look, Stark, we have a reason for exploding into your building," The girl who looked like the leader said. "Oh, do tell," The billionaire invited. "You have been a source of misery for many, many people. And now it's time for revenge. You took away my family, who I loved, and so I will take away who you love. Let's see..." The leader woman pulled some sort of device from his pocket and pointed it at each of the Avengers in turn. Tony's eyes flicked toward Peter minutely, but the woman caught it. Peter deemed her Leader Lady inside his head. "Ah, Spider-Man. Why am I not surprised? You are referred to as the kid of the team."

Leader Lady shifted the device to aim at Peter. "Ma'am, let's talk about this, please-" "Silence!" She yelled, anger seeping into her voice. "I suggest none of you move, or my finger may happen to... slip," She said calmly. "Stark, are you prepared?" The woman continued. "Uh, no! " Tony retorted.  

Peter's breath caught in his throat as he saw the woman flip the switch. Then press a button. The device emitted a beeping sound, then stopped. 

Leader Lady stared at him expectantly. 

He stared at Leader Lady.

She stared at him. 

"Oh, owww, the pain! Oh no!!! Oh, somebody help me!" Peter wailed melodramatically. 

Everyone was legitimately silent and Peter was restraining a laugh. "Ms., I'm afraid that didn't work," He said, smirking. 

The woman frowned. "Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to resort to some... more barbaric means," She said, shaking her head. 

"Look, Leader Lady, I don't know why you assume I mean anything to Mr. Stark. I only just met him today. I think. But I'm sure I mean nothing to him." Did he believe that? Maybe.

"Test him," Leader Lady now spoke to a man with black, glowing eyes. He nodded, and Peter frowned, then felt an odd sensation of his brain being... almost poked at. Peter threw up a mental barrier immediately, and the man blinked. "It seems... it looks like he's telling the truth."

Tony - Mr. Stark, Peter corrected angrily - looked like he'd been slapped. He looked nauseous, and Peter dropped his eyes. "Damn it," Leader Lady muttered. "I was so sure... but nobody else here... I suppose, anyways, Stark, that you don't want to be responsible for the death of this young hero?" 

Peter wanted to slam his face into a wall, but he was still shaky. "Right. Jeff, unsynchronize him." StrongBoi - his name was Jeff? Peter wanted to laugh - strolled forward and pressed a few buttons. Peter relaxed now. Instead of a device, Leader Lady was now holding a gun.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

That was worse.

"Can we talk about this?" Peter asked, moving forward with his hands in the air. "Not another step!" Leader Lady yelled, shifting to aim the gun at his forehead. 

Peter's Spidey Senses were going off. Yeah, yeah thanks. I'm in danger. I didn't fucking notice. 

"Right. So, this is normally the part where a supervillain goes on a rant about crap. All I'm going to say is, you killed my family, Stark. This is where I kill yours."

Peter had to act, and fast. He shot a web with the help of his shooters and yanked the gun toward him.

He realized this was idiotic about ten seconds later when about fifteen guns were pulled out and aimed at his head. "Oh, wow, guys, I didn't mean to offend! This gun have sentimental value?" He asked, breaking the gun under his foot when he dropped it to the ground.

Tony, a couple yards away from Peter, let out an affectionate sigh. 

Well that hurt.

It wasn't fair that Peter had to forget it.

And it was all these guys' fault. 

Peter threw himself into motion, flipping into the air as bullets fired around him. Natasha, previously frozen from fear for Peter's life, followed him, trying to take down these guys. Then Tony, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Rhodey, Sam... everyone. How the fuck did Peter know these names?

Because now, finally, he believed that maybe he once might have meant something to them.

And that was worth fighting for.

The gang proved hard to fight, considering they all had superpowers. It appeared that Leader Lady could fly, along with a few others. There were super strength people, and even a couple with invisibility. Although, a few rapid-fire webs rendered that ability useless.

The battle lasted longer than Peter predicted, as they had knocked Wanda out of commission, used some electric device to stun Vision, and overpowered Sam. 

Natasha and Peter had teamed up to stay in the game, and they were doing exceptionally well. 

The Avengers were winning. The gang was slowly going down. They had gotten the last member down, finally, but Peter was still on edge. There was something odd about it. 

So when Peter's Spidey Senses went off again, he didn't hesitate to leap toward the source.

Which happened to be Tony Stark. 

In a split second, Peter processed six things that had happened in the span of that same second. One, that guy with a gun wasn't nearly as unconscious as he thought. Two, that gun had been shot. Three, there's some type of fucking vortex coming out of that gun. Four, it was acting like a black hole (with less power and WAY less range). Five, it appeared to have a maximum occupancy rate - as it consumed more and more wreckage, it was slowing down, and not collecting as much. And six, holy shit, Tony was about to be sucked in. "Mr. Stark!" Peter yelled as he hurled himself forward. He shot a web that latched firmly onto the suit's wrist, then Peter grabbed the nearest thing - which happened to be a floorboard, and held tightly. Tony was looking around, bewildered, and then he was being pulled into the vortex. "Shit!" The billionaire yelled. The other Avengers started to run toward the duo, but Peter could tell they were too far away. Peter's fingers were starting to slip, despite their stickiness. "Peter, let go!" Tony yelled desperately. "No, shut up!" "Peter, let me go. Goddamn it, Peter, let go! It's okay! (Oh fuck i just realized what i did there it was an accident.) 

"I'm not letting go of you, Dad!" 

"Let me fall, Peter, or I swear-" Peter only tightened his grip, desperate. He tried to pull his dad forward, but the weight of Tony and his suit was too great. He slid forward, gripping the edge of the floorboard desperately with one hand. 

And then Natasha was there, red hair falling over her shoulders as she reached down to grip Peter by the arm and help drag him - and Tony - out of the void. The vortex howled as Tony was pulled free...

and then vanished. 

The silence that followed was insane. Peter was looking around, horrified, one hand clutching his head and the other still holding onto the web that had saved Tony. 

"Peter," Tony rasped, running to Peter. "I told you to let go."

Peter only turned to him, smiling sadly. "I would never." 

As Tony reached out to hug him, Peter's senses went off.

Too late. 

A bang echoed through the room as Peter looked up. Pain ripped through his body, originating at his side. "So much for happy endings," Came the now-familiar, mocking voice of Leader Lady. Then a second bang came as she raised the gun again, put it to her temple, and shot it once more.

Tony - no, Dad. Dad was there, yelling at Peter, panic in his eyes. Then Natasha - god, his Mama Spider. How could he have forgotten? And Clint, his Mario Kart buddy, then Rhodey, Bruce, two people he could always trust to talk to. Steve, and Bucky, the two people who would train with him until Peter was exhausted but then they'd make cookies and talk until dark. 

Shit, how much harm had he caused when he had amnesia?

Peter reached down to touch his side, and when he lifted his hands up to his face, they came away bloody. "Well fuck, I can't believe you've done this," Peter said, dazed. "Peter - Peter! Fuck, look at me!" Tony was yelling. "D-dad," Peter said, coughing. "Peter, shut up. Don't try to talk right now." "I... r-remember..." He managed. "Did I not say shut up??? Bruce, how fast can you get Med Bay ready?" 

~Carol says hi~

Tony stood beside his son - who was still somehow fucking standing-, frantically trying to stop the bleeding. He put pressure on the wound, hoping against hope that somehow when he picked up his hands, the bleeding would have stopped. 

Peter clutched desperately at Tony, trying to stay standing. He was repeating one word under his breath, gasping it out against pain. When Tony heard it, his heart broke. His kid was saying "Dad". Saying it like it was the one thing left in the world, like it would fix everything. "Peter, please, let me help you sit down!" Tony begged. Peter opened his mouth to reply, but then his eyes became unfocused for a second. "Peter!" He yelled. 

Peter gave him a helpless look full of fear and defeat, then collapsed to the ground. 

~Timmy has come back.~

"Peter, please hold on," Tony said, reaching toward him. Tony propped him up into a sitting position, Peter saw Natasha kneeling by his other side, as well as the other Avengers, as Bruce was yelling orders into a communications phone to prepare the medical area. Peter's head lolled to the side, and he limply fell back down to the ground. "Hey, Baby Spider," Natasha said, crying. "You're going to be alright, okay? I promise. You're okay." Peter was breathing quickly, trying to concentrate. "Peter, you're the strongest person I know. You can do this," Clint said, touching Peter's shoulder. Steve nodded. "Peter, just hold on. We can help you." 

Peter gasped for air, despite the pain that came with it. He looked directly at Tony. "D-dad," He managed. "I-I'm sorry."

~Carol has returned to her job.~

It was a horrible day when Peter Parker's heart stopped.

But it was so much better than a regular day when they managed to start it again.

~Now Timmy has arrived, one last time.~

Peter blinked his eyes open, seeing, once again, the Avengers around him. "Hey guys," He managed. "Peter," Tony breathed. Then he was there, and Peter knew he was crying but he couldn't care because his dad was there and everything was alright again. And then Natasha and Clint, then Steve and Bucky, Wanda and Vision, Sam and Rhodey, Bruce and Scott, even Thor and Loki were there. 

"Dad," Peter gasped. "I'm so sorry." 

Tony stepped back. "Excuse me?" He asked. Peter's heart nearly stopped again. "I- uh, well," He stammered. "You have nothing to be sorry for," Tony said gently. "You are the most amazing son I could ever ask for, and god, I don't deserve you, but I love you so much." Peter smiled at his dad. "I love you too," He replied. Then Clint started crying, and then they were all crying except smiling at the same time, because hell, they may be dysfunctional and insane, but they were family.

And they all loved each other.

Oh boy hit me right in the feels and I was the one writing it. Well, hope you enjoyed the latest update! 

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