Tony's pov

When I got back to the tower that day, I decided to go to the common room instead of my lab. "50th floor please Friday"

"Of course sir" came Friday's female British accented voice.

My ride to the 50th floor was accompanied by terrible elevator music. I really needed to get them to change this music.

After the doors slid open, I was able to see the avengers living room. There were books lying everywhere, Clint and Sam were on the couch aggressively playing Mario cart, Bucky and Steve in the kitchen talking and finishing cooking what I assumed to be dinner, Bruce must have been on his lab, and Nat was sitting on an arm chair

I sat on the couch next to Sam, knowing that I had a lower chance to be hit with an elbow that way.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU LUIGI. I TRUSTED YOU." Clint screamed as he was hit with ink at the same time as he slipped on a banana peel, while this was happening, Sam rushed past his out of control car and crossed the finish line letting him beat Clint by one place.

I had to hold in my laugh.

"LANGUAGE." Steve scolded Clint as he came out of the kitchen, "dinners done, if you are done screaming at each other about a bunch of pixels, then come on out and get food"

"YAS" Sam and Clint chorused.

They run into the kitchen apparently starving, meanwhile Nat and I walk in like civilized people. On our way, I took the chance to get Nat's attention.

"So, do you remember a few weeks ago when we helped those kids who were getting beat up on their way to the movies?" I asked her.

"The ones I deemed suspicious, but you guys disregarded?" she asked rhetorically, "yeah, why?" she narrowed her eyes at me.

"I met them again today," I told her.

"Mhm, so what, as you said its not for us to get into," she responded.

"Yeah but, I now realize what you were talking about. It just feels REALLY unnatural. I don't like it"

"Yeah, it does, but we can't really do anything about it. it isn't avengers material. besides the rest of the team doesn't agree," she sighed exasperated as if I was wasting my time. I probably was.

"What if we just look into them. We can just look to see what's up" I suggested

She sighed, "fine"

I smiled widely, "great! meet me in my lab after dinner"

We both walked into the kitchen and took our respective seats at the table.

"sooooo...." Steve started awkwardly, "any new info on Spider-Man?"

Bruce sighed, obviously frustrated about the whole spider ordeal, "must we go into this right now, your gonna upset my spaghetti" he piled another spoonful of pasta onto his plate.

Clint and I stuffed a fork full of food into our mouths to muffle our laughter

Steve just sighed right back, "I know, but Fury is getting on my case about the whole thing. Its been almost a month since he gave us this assignment, and we've gotten no where. we cant predict where he is gonna be, and if we try to lure him again, he will think we are gonna attack him again. We just need to find a way to find where he will be at any point in time."

"I've got an idea." Clint proposed from across the table, "maybe we wait until there is a crime, such as a bank robbery, then we wait til Spider-Man shows up. It wouldn't be luring him since we are just following him there technically. and after he deals with the robbery or  fire or whatever, then one of us swoops in and talks to him,"

I considered this, "that would work, but which one of us should approach him."

"I will." Steve immediatly responded, "no offence, but you guys aren't the most diplomatic of people."

we all just shrugged; I mean, He's right. "ok then, when should we do this?" I asked

"Tomorrow" Nat responded, "tomorrow we can scout for crime around the city and find something Spider-Man worthy then wait it out."

no one disagreed, so we went on eating as usual in an awkward silence.

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when I got to my Lab I went directly to the computer and started searching in a SHIELD search engine. into the search bar, I typed, "Ned Leeds", the results didn't give me anything useful, just school records and online accounts like his Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter. after giving the accounts a look over, I found nothing helpful, other than the name of the other boy. the other boys name was "Peter Parker"

searching up the girls name did no better. all i got was accounts and school records again, plus she was quite impressively in trouble/not in trouble. I wasn't exactly sure, but she was in detention a lot, whether it be for something she did, or she stayed just for the heck of it, but the teachers still had to write down her attendance. she was the captain of the Decathlon team. she also had "Peter parker" on her online accounts

Peter was a bit different. his name came up with his school records and online accounts as well, but these were different then his friends. his accounts were small. they had a few pictures of him and his friends, but he stopped posting about 3 years ago. in his school records, I couldn't tell if they were good or bad. he was ranked #1 in his school, which I found amazing, he had an IQ of 190, mine was 200, and he was a starter and the reason for many of the victories on his decathlon team, but he also had a extensive record with the nurse. it seemed he was there EVERY DAY. he also didn't have a great track record with following the rules, just last year he had totally blew the class off during a field trip, and he constantly skips school or leaves in the middle of the day. This kid seemed to somehow be perfect, while being what most teachers would consider a terror. But what surprised me most was not his school record, that would be considered normal next to the other things I found. He went missing for 3 years when he was 6-9, then magically reappeared in the middle of the woods one day, covered in blood, dirt and sweat, and he wouldn't tell anyone what has happened. His parents died when he was 6 In a fire, and after he was found at age 9, he went to live with his aunt and uncle. His uncle died of a gun shot wound, and his aunt tragically died in ANOTHER fire. Now he's living in a orphanage. He's almost never spotted out side of school or the orphanage other than occasionally walking to a supermarket or out with his friends. Sometimes there aren't even accounts of him getting on the school bus, he just somehow randomly appears at school with no known transportation.

Yeah, this kid might be a bit suspicious.

All in all, though, the other kids didn't look to suspicious, but maybe Nat will find something that I can't.

As if on cue, Nat walked through the double doors to the lab. "Have you found anything?" she asked me as she walked in.

"Not too much. this Peter kid is a little weird, but mostly they look just like normal kids," I told her.

She sighed, "maybe they are, but something feels off" she pulled up a chair and looks over the work I had done so far. after looking everything over, she typed into the search engine "midtown tech high school cameras"

Into the cameras, she put "February 6th" which I remembered as one of the days when the boy randomly appeared at school. he seemed to come from a road leading from the school, so she switched to a road camera and inputted the same date. Farther down the road we saw the boy slide casually into the mass of migrating people from an alley way.

Now she pulls up the videos on the road by his orphanidge from the same date. Here he enters a alley and doesn't come out.

"Hey, Fri," I call to Friday, "do the two alleys in these videos connect in anyway"

There was a moment of silence while Friday checked her servers, "no, sir, there is no way to connect those 2 alleys," she replied.

'Then how is this kid, getting from one of them to the other' I thought, "maybe underground tunnels" I proposed to Natasha.

"I don't know, but I guess it's possible he could be using the sewers. But from what we saw, other than one punch that could have been adrenalin and luck, he doesn't seem strong enough to lift a mancover. Not to mention, I think people would realize if he came in smelling like sewage," Nat pointed out.

"Yep. So what should we do." I asked her, as she probably had more of an idea than me, in other words, more than none.

"I think I have an idea," then she launched into an explanation of how we could figure out what he does in that alley.

"Ok, but that seems like a lot of work for some kid," I complain

"Something about it isn't right Tony. I mean the disappearing is bad enough, but I can't stop feeling like this kid is more important than we think. We just need to find out why" she scolded me

"But Nat, he's a just kid is all this really necessary?" I appeal to her

"What's this really about Stark" she levels a questioning glare at me

I wince a bit, but sigh, "I-I..... I guess I just feel bad for the kid, he lost his parents when he was six, then his uncle when he was ten, and his aunt when he was eleven. Now we are looking into him and tracking him, and he must already be so stressed..." Nat's glare had dissipated as he spoke and a small smile came instead, in fact, more like a smirk.

"Wow, Tony, Pepper was right you do have a heart," she joked a bit, "I promise, he won't even know we are watching him. After all, I've never been caught before, and all the SHIELD data bases are unhackable, so he won't even know we are searching him up"

I think for a second, "hmmm... Ok, but if I don't like the way things are going, then I'm not sticking around to make them worse, OK."

"Fine Stark" Nat relented.

"Great, then we've got a kid to find," I smiled a bit"

Peter's POV

It was 2 days since the whole incident at school with Tony stark. things had mostly gone back to normal, though Ned and MJ were getting questions from those who saw them talking to TONY FREAKING STARK, but overall things had simmered down.

The first time it happened, I was at the downtown market, this was my favorite place to shop because the products were the cheapest. Ms. Virli had gave me 20 bucks to get dinner. We had settled on fish sticks and ham omelettes for food options; It was going to be a little bit difficult to pay for all the food with $20, But if I worked out some deals at some of the booths, I could manage it.

I was just turning into the produce section of the market when my spidey senses went off. Nothing too bad, it didn't seem like a 'AHHH YOUR GONNA DIE' sense, more of a 'uhhh dude, your kinda being stalked' type sense. It was slight, so I brushed it off. after all, I had learned that for some unknown crazy reason, girls sometimes stare at me, so it was probably just that.

Just as I was about to reach, the booth I was heading to, I was pushed to the side as someone fell into me. "I am SO sorry" the female voice apologized.

"Its ok" I respond as I stand up, my vision blurring a second from the sudden jolt. As it cleared though, I saw a straight blonde haired woman who looked to be in her late 20's or early 30's, who was vaugley familiar, but I couldn't think of where I knew her from. I did stay up til 6 AM then woke up at 6:30 AM so I guess my brain not working is understandable.

I shake my head to clear it and start gathering up my dropped belongings; books, groceries, and my phone.

The lady handed me a few books that had spilled out of my book bag.

The lady seemed distressed at seeing the torn book bag. She seemed to be having a mental battle with her self.

After seeing her face I said, "don't worry about it, I can fix it up later."

She seemed to finish her battle, "no, kid, let me by you a new bag", She said kindly, "besides, this one was busted up anyways."

I wasn't sure about this. my Spider-Man suit was in my bag where it always is, under the fake bottom. "Uhh..." I said dumbly.

"I insist" she told me then she gestured me to the items section. She found the book bags and told me to pick one I wanted.

"Uhh, ma'am, you really don't have to get me a new bag" I insisted.

"No, I would feel terrible leaving you with this," she pointed to my beat up bag.

After she kept insisting to buy me a bag, I finally relented, picking out a cloth canvas bag style bag, big enough to fit all my books and room to make a fake bottom.

The lady politely took it from him and put it on the counter. "Just this please," she told the cashier.

After buying the bag She handed it to me. "There you go kid. Now I gotta go get back home, but you have a good day, okay?" Then she flashed me a smile, turned on her heels, and left.

'Well that was awkward,' I thought. I couldn't help but feel like her smile was practised, and everything she said seemed fake.

What do I know though, I'm running on about 30 minutes of sleep. Did I mention I didn't sleep the night before? So yeah, 30 minutes of sleep, in 48 hours. Forgive me for letting things slide.

So I went back to the produce section like nothing happened. I bought the Ham and scraped through with only pennies to spare.

I then began my trek back to the orphanage. Using my extensive alley way knowledge from spider-manning, I was easily able to use it as a shortcut.

I got to the door and creaked it open. The building was quiet, so I assumed Ms. Virli was napping. I, as quietly as possible, crept to the kitchen and pulled out all the materials I would need for cooking, making sure not to bang any pans. Once I got the ommletes going, I just stuck a bunch of fish sticks in the microwave and waited. By the time I had finished cooking, I had made 12 omletes, and about 60 fish sticks.

I went and knocked on every kid door, each time saying "dinners ready"

I sat down surrounded by everyone and began eating my omelette. We all ate mostly in silence, except a few side conversations between people, here and there. A few of the older kids looked at me in worry, seeing the terrible bags under my eyes.

After everyone was finished, I set to work on the dishes. All I wanted to do was sleep, but sadly I still had to go out on patrol tonight.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped, but it was just Daisy, "dude, I said move over" she told me, "I'm going to do the dishes"

"N-no, its fine" I muttered, "I can do them"

"No, you can't" she pointed out, "you're literally falling asleep as I talk to you"

"I'm fine", I tell her in a stronger voice.

She pushes me out of the way and grabs the dish from my hand. Resigned, I flop onto the couch. "What are you doing at night any way that is keeping you up?" she asks me concerned.

"It's nothing to worry about," I answer.

"WELL I AM WORRYING!" she turns around, suddenly angry.

"GODS PETER, you always say how much you need to take care of us, but you don't even take care of yourself. You won't even let anyone else take care of you," She stated annoyed, "you act as if NO ONE cares, and are too blind to see anything else. Well we're here peter. We care, And we are worried. You come in here all bruised and cut up, pretending they aren't there, and never let anyone help you. Then you NEVER sleep, and are up until who knows when doing who knows what. It's worrying Pete, and telling me not to worry, is not going to change that!" her anger seemed to radiate through the room, radiating all the other children's frustrations including her own.

"Sorry," I mumbled, not sure what to say.

"Sorry doesn't cut it Parker," she spits.

"Fine, what do you want me to do?" I ask her.

"Go. To. Bed" she growls, turning back to the dishes.

I nod not wanting to make her angrier, and sulk to my bedroom.

Our fight had me thinking. Do I pay more attention to others than to myself? Yeah, but shouldn't I? I'm too far gone, I now have responsibility, and I will have it forever. these children, they're still young and innocent, they should keep that for as long as possible. I'm past deserving that life, they aren't.

Despite that, I didn't want them angrier at me, so I went to my room anyway. I didn't plan to go to sleep though, just wait for everyone else to, then sneak out. Despite my plans, it happened differently, instead of staying awake, my sleep deprived body fell asleep against my will.

Welp.... Hello nightmares my old friend.

A/N I'm sorry... I have no words for my absence... Yeaaaaah.... Soooorry 'bout that.

I know the ending isn't great, but I was half asleep when I wrote it and when I woke up the next morning, I couldn't think of anything better soooo....

SEND REINFORCMENTS FOR Mother_Hecking_Cat HER CAT HAS FOUND THE TOILET AND SEEMS TO ENJOY IT.

I didnt actually know what Peters IQ was and google refused to give me a straight forward answer, so i just set it at what maybe a reasonable IQ of A SUPER-GENIUS might be

I made a Instagram for my wattpad account. The username is in_the_fandom_hol3. Go check it out if you want, I do love streams as I write, as well as post updated about my account, and other random things.

Again, thanks CEM0414 for editing, my story would be trash without your watchful eye!!!

Quote of the week (technically month but whos counting):
After I dislocated my knee-

Voice coach: what did you do

Me: you see, my phone almost fell off a cliff, so it screamed to me "SCAR, BROTHER, HELP ME" so I, being the good person I am, get down to help him. My knee though, he's a bad guy, so once I was down trying to help my phone, he said "long live the king" and yeeted us both of the cliff

Voice coach: *looks at my mom for answers*

Mom: she bent down to pick up her phone and popped out her knee

Me: *GASP* SUCH BETRAYAL

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Spider is sorry this took so long.