Peter was on cloud nine today. He had aced his chemistry test, finally finished going through the never-ending pile of homework that seemed to magically appear on his table, and had saved a cute little Pomeranian from a speeding car a little while back (not as Spiderman).

He whistled along happily to his theme song as he changed into his supersuit. He swung around Queens, mask rolled-up slightly to accommodate the cheeseburger stuffed into his mouth.
By 10:30 he had managed to stop two burglaries, one mugging and ten cats that were stuck in trees (the number of cats stuck in trees is around 200% more than Queens' crime rate. Peter knows, he checked.)

He was about to swing back to the tower- excited to spend the weekend with Tony- when he heard a scream echoing through an empty alley beside him. He quickly zoned into the source, which was a girl hiding from a man who was wielding a gun.

He swung towards her, stepping in between the burglar and the girl. "Hey! There's a reason why there are shooting ranges in this country- it's so that you don't need live targets to practice on!" Peter smirked, slipping into the confident personality of his famous alter ego almost instantly.

He quickly webbed him up, and turned towards the girl to comfort her. "Hey, I'm Spider-Man, what's your name?" Peter asked the girl- who was about 10 years old- softly.

"Marianne." came her reply.

"Are you alright, Marianne?" Peter asked. She instantly shook her head no and ran into his arms, sobbing into his suit.

"My uncle, he - he killed him!" Marianne shouted, "I could have stopped him, but I didn't! (A/N: I know that she's only 10, but she thought so because of survivor's guilt) Even before dying, he just asked me to take care of my little brother!" She sobbed.

Peter froze in shock. It was the exact same thing that had happened to him. His mind unhelpfully started replaying the scene.

"With great power comes great responsibility..." Peter's uncle whispered with his dying breath. Peter stared down at his still body with a wave of immense guilt that was crushing his heart into a million little pieces. He sobbed over his uncle's corpse, his entire body numb with disbelief.

He was so shaken by that that he didn't even notice when the mugger's partner appeared behind him and shot him in his back, thrice.

Peter gasped out in pain as blood gushed through the wound, coating his back a dark red. Marianne cried out when she saw this, and started panicking, trying to figure something out to help him.

"It's okay..." Peter whispered, still trying to comfort her, even though he was probably dying from blood loss.

"Peter, you have a fatal wound in your abdomen. I suggest you call boss."  Karen's voice rang out.

"OK Karen, call Mr. Stark." Peter said through gritted teeth.

Tony immediately picked up the phone, worried about Peter as he had called his emergencies only number, one that he never used.

"What's happening kid?" Tony asked, concerned.

"Can you come and pick me up, Mr. Stark? Someone kind of shot me." Peter whimpered.

"Crap! Hold on, I'm coming!" Tony shouted, thrusters being heard through the phone.

"It hurts, Tony," Peter whispered, the pain causing him to whimper. "It hurts so bad."

"Hey, buddy, don't fade on me. Listen, Kid, it's okay, I'm coming. Just hang on tight for me." Tony's voice reverberated through his skull, and was sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than Peter.

"Her uncle died too, Mr. Stark." Peter said softly. Tony cursed under his breath. He knew that his uncle was a major trigger for Peter.

"It's going to be okay, kid!" Tony said for the hundredth time. "I'm coming."

Peter eventually passed out, his world turning dark just before he caught a glimpse of red and gold.

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Peter woke up groggily, his eyes hurting from the bright light emanating through a bulb directly overhead. "Dim the lights FRI." Peter whispered. Immediately, Tony shot up from where he was sleeping and ran to check if Peter was okay.

"Peter Benjamin Parker!" Tony whisper-shouted, "Are you okay?" He fussed over Peter, adjusting his pillows into a more comfortable position and making sure he was all right before sitting down next to him, satisfied.

"What would have happened if I didn't reach you on time?" Tony said, eyes serious. "What if you had died? What would me and your uncle's and aunt's do then?"

"I promise never to do it again." Peter whispered, hanging his head down, embarrassed and ashamed. Tony's eyes softened at that.

"You know we love you don't you Peter? We couldn't live if something happened to you." Tony whispered, gently ruffling Peter's hair.

By now, FRI had informed Pepper, Natasha and Bruce ( A/N: This is after civil war, so team Cap's not there but let's pretend Nat is still in team Tony and Bruce is there too) that he was awake, and all of them rushed forward towards him.

"Oh my god, Peter! Are you okay?" Pepper asked while Bruce started checking his vitals, his platelet count, his reflexes, and so on and so forth.

"I'm fine, Pepper." Peter said, trying to get up to prove his point, but promptly falling spread-eagled onto the floor.

"Nuh-uh." Tony tutted as he helped Peter back onto the bed. "No moving for a few more hours mister! It would have been days if it weren't for your super healing."

Peter groaned, "Why?"

"Doctor's orders." Bruce declared, apparently satisfied with his results.

"But it's so boring in here!" Peter exclaimed.

"Good, that's your punishment for scaring us!" Pepper said viciously. Natasha then moved towards his bed and handed him something.

"What's this?" Peter wondered out loud.

"Webs made up of a super adhesive so that you can seal your wounds temporarily. I had SHIELD's best scientist make it for you." Nat said.

"I don't remember making these." Tony said, strutting forward to snatch it from Peter's hands.

"That's because SHIELD's best scientist made it, Tony, not it's worst." Nat mocked Tony, snatching it back from his hands.

"Whatever. Haha. Which adhesive did you use?"

"A derivative of Model Glue."

"I can top that with my eyes closed!"

"No, you can't."

"She's right, Mr. Stark"

"Traitor."

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"What movie do you want to watch, Peter?" Pepper asked him. They were all gathered on the couch, surrounded by snacks which were to be devoured during the movie marathon they had set up. They hoped that it would distract Peter from the ... well, for the lack of a better word, disturbing events that had occurred.

"What movie do you want to watch, Peter? " Tony said, raising his eyebrows incredulously. "You know he's going to pick Star Wars! Why do you hate me?"

"Because there's nothing in there to like." Nat declared, snatching a blanket off Tony, causing him to yelp in protest.

Peter smiled and rolled his eyes at their friendly banter and then selected his movie. "You're all going to love this!" Peter declared, asking FRIDAY to play the movie.

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"So let me get this straight? This movie is about a rat that can magically understand humans and cook?!!" Tony said, confused.

"For the hundredth time, yes!" Nat shouted.

"Well that's just stupid." Tony said, popping more popcorn into his mouth from the bowl in his suit's arm. Yes, the Iron Man suit was a cup-holder for today.

"On the contrary, I think it's the most brilliant movie ever. Right, Peter?" Bruce asked Peter. It was only them now. Pepper had an urgent matter to attend to.

The three adults suddenly registered the absence of sound from the world's most talkative teen, and turned their heads towards him.

They were met with a sight that melted their hearts. Peter was asleep, snoring softly, hair flattened out across the pillow, an empty straw dangling from his mouth.

"Peter?" Tony poked at him, wanting him to wake up.

"Uuh... Let me sleep, Dad. G'nite." Peter mumbled, groggy with sleep. Tony froze at that, eyes widening in shock at the statement. Peter just called him dad. Peter thought of him as his dad. Wow. He sat frozen until he was snapped out of his thoughts by a smiling Natasha.

"Took you both long enough." Nat said, slurping the chocolate smoothie that she just stole out of Bruce's hands.

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Eventually, Tony, Bruce and Nat fell asleep on the couch along with Peter, extremely tired. And if Rhodey and Pepper found them cuddling each other, they definitely didn't take pictures and upload them on the internet, drastically changing Peter's popularity. Oh, if only you had been there to see Peter's reaction later that morning.

Literally. He slept with 69 followers and woke up with 78K.

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A/N: Tada! Sorry for not updating soon... My weekly tests are killing me. Anyways, hope you like this chapter! Happy birthday Peter Parker! Question: do you prefer Stucky, Stony or Ironstrange?