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Parker's Residence 

Front Door

12:57 A.M. 

Peter walked into his familiar home, flicking the light on. He than realized that his Aunt wasn't home. 

"Try not to mess anything up," Peter murmured. He stepped into the hold house, the floor creaking under him. Only him, Tony and Steve went. Everyone else went to the tower to most likely clean up what Clint messed up. 

They ran up the stairs, heading towards Peter's room. 

While Peter was rampaging through his clothes and science stuff, Steve and Tony looked at Peter's pictures. 

They saw his mom, dad, aunt, uncle, and other people that Peter stood by. 

"Who's this?" Steve asked, pointing to a picture of Peter and another boy with brown hair standing next to him. Peter's gaze flickered to the picture. His eyes flashed of regret, sorrow, anger and hate. 

"Nobody," Peter hissed, walking over next to Steve. He grabbed the photo with such force that the glass shattered, and threw it into the trash can. Steve felt conflicted, in the photo Peter seemed so happy. Tony and Steve shared a glance. 

"Who's this?" Tony tried, pointing to a picture of Peter and a pretty blond-haired girl with blue eyes standing next to each other. He'd never seen Peter that happy before, and he figured that Peter'd be happy to talk about her. 

He'd been wrong. 

Peter's head swung over, glancing at the photo that Tony'd asked. His hard gaze softened as his eyes locked onto said photo. He got up from where he sat, walking over. His eyes flashed of happiness, sadness, regret and sorrow. 

"That's... Gwen," Peter said, gently picking up the photo. His voice was full of sadness, and he choked on her name. He carefully stuffed it into his backpack. 

He coughed. 

"That's ...uh... all," Peter said, standing at the doorway. "I'm ready to go." Tony and Steve nodded, leaving the photos. 

They walked down the stairs. 

"I'll catch up, I need to do something," Peter said, straying behind. Steve grabbed his bag from him and nodded politely, shoving Tony outside. 

Peter gave him a small smile, then turning to the kitchen table. He grabbed some sticky notes, and placed one on the table. He jot down some words that said, 

"Hi, Aunt May! I'm most likely not home, so when you've got the chance call me on my cell, okay? I've got huge news! 

XO Peter" 

Satisfied, Peter placed the pencil gently down and walked outside. 

"Everything okay, Peter?" Steve asked, worriedly. Peter offered a small smile and shook his head. Steve returned the smile as Tony started the car. 

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Avengers Tower

Main Office

1:14 P.M.

Peter walked into the main floor. He slowed his pace, glancing around the huge room. Tony walked confidently in front of him, his eyes set on the elevator. He motioned for them to hurry up. Peter quickly quickened his pace, catching the elevator in the nick of time. 

"Jarvis, Avengers Floor please." Tony asked to the ceiling. 

"Of course, sir," Jarvis's voice kindly spoke. Peter was in geek mode. 

"So that's your A.I." Peter said in glee. Tony smiled at him, and Steve looked a small bit confused. 

"Good job not freaking out, kid. Capsicle over here nearly lost his socks over here," Tony said, smirking as Steve's face became a rose. Peter let out a small laugh, and Tony smiled at the boy. 

The elevator dinged and the doors opened.

When they walked out, Peter didn't know what to expect. He didn't expect this: 

Natasha was yelling at Clint angrily. In her hand, she had a small kitchen knife. 

"Clint! Get off your butt and help me clean before they get here!" she screamed, Clint was on the floor, holding a chair in defense. 

"Okay, I change my mind. I'm leaving," Peter said, turning around to enter the elevator. Tony grabbed his hand, making him stay. Peter knew he could break free, but Peter just hung his head. Clint made a squeak noise, scrambled off the floor and grabbed Peter out of Tony's hand. He shoved himself behind Peter. 

"You wouldn't hurt this youngin'." Clint tried, squatting down so that Peter towered over him. Peter laughed slightly. 

"No, only because of his little stunt earlier," she winked at Peter, and Peter felt that he was a tomato. She sighed, "Look what you've done, Clint. Everything's a mess!" she hissed. Clint automatically flinched. 

"It's alright," Peter said, shaking his head. He glanced at Tony. "I...uh.. I just want to go to my room... or bed... or whatever you have for me." Peter said. Tony nodded slightly, leading Peter to his new room. He lead him to a long hallway. In the hallway were various rooms, each with a small symbol on it. They stopped at a door, with a granite red and blue spider on it. 

"Here's your room," Tony said. "To your left is me, and to your right is Clint. I'm across from you and you can figure out where everybody else sleeps with the rooms. Oh and feel free to change it up anyway you want." Peter thanked him and Tony scurried off. 

He opened the door, to a huge room that was a light matte cream color. In the main room, there was a bed with white covers on them and four pillows. There was a nightstand with a lamp on it and it had three drawers. Across the room, there was a stand with multiple drawers. Peter figured it was for clothes. There was a closet, and a bathroom with a toilet, a shower, and a sink. 

He walked out into the main room, looking at the view. He was pretty high up, and he felt like he needed to free fall and fight some criminal butt. 

"Jarvis, can you open this window?" Peter asked, and the window opened with a small, "of course,".  Peter took off his clothes, revealing a similar red and blue suit. He grabbed his mask, and hopped onto the edge of the window. He paused, 

"Hey J?" 

"Yes, Mr. Parker?" 

"One, call me Peter, but only when I'm in the suit and around people that don't know my secret identity. If there are, then please refer to me as Spider-Man. Two, please don't tell the avengers about this."  

There was a pause whilst Jarvis processed this. 

"Of course, Peter." 

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