Technically Part 3 of Peter Goes to OSCORP but I'm too lazy to call it that. 

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident in the alley.  After that incident, Peter knew that the spider bite had changed him more than his dad or Bruce knew.  He could suddenly lift objects that no average person ever could, he had become extremely agile and flexible, his 'spidey-senses,' as he liked to call them helped him out of difficult situations, and he could hear everything in a two-mile radius.

Peter had been practicing and perfecting his newfound abilities and decided he was ready to make a difference in his city.  New York had become a criminal hotspot in recent years, and the police could not keep up.  The Avengers only handled the most dangerous criminals and didn't have time to worry about the smaller low lives. 

Peter knew how cruel the streets of New York could be and just wanted to help others who were just as unfortunate.  It had just started with Peter assisting old ladies in crossing the street and helping cats out of trees, but it soon escalated into something much more.  Peter had soon upgraded to stopping muggings, robberies, and even murders.  The police, as well as the people of New York City, were skeptical of this mysterious vigilante. 

Peter had made himself a suit to mask his identity and called his superhero persona "Spider-Man." 

Peter knew that being a superhero was going to be difficult, but he had no idea just how strenuous it would become.  Being a teenager was stressful enough without the additional responsibilities and demands that came along with being a superhero. 

Not to mention how often Peter was injured.  His injuries often healed within a day or two depending on the severity of the wound and were at most an inconvenience.  Peter knew that if he asked for help from his dad, he could heal his injuries at nearly twice the rate they did on their own but Peter did NOT want Tony to find out that he was Spider-Man.

Although his dad was the IronMan himself, Peter could not find the courage to tell his dad.  There were many reasons why Peter kept his identity a secret.  The biggest one being he didn't want to make Tony worry and give him more anxiety than he already had.  The other reason being that Peter was scared that Tony would make him stop and take away the one thing that made Peter great.

Flash forward a couple of months and hiding his secret identity from his father became more and more difficult.  Tony had noticed how Peter was never home anymore and when he was, he acted differently.  When Peter returned home, he would rush to his bedroom not even bothering to greet Tony or Pepper, which was extremely uncharacteristic of the usually outgoing teen.

******

It had been an especially hard day for Peter.  He had barely slept at all after staying out late on patrol the night before.  School was the same old same old, listening to teachers tell him things he already knew or didn't need to.  And Peter's day wasn't complete until Flash insulted, degraded, or harassed Peter.  Peter's only relief was putting on the suit and pretending to be someone great and who is admired by others.  Patrol offered little to no aid in helping Peter's bad day. However, he had stopped five robberies, twelve muggings, and got caught in the middle of an all-out gang war. 

Peter practically had to drag himself back to the tower; the only thing keeping him from falling asleep in the middle of the street was the promise of his warm and cozy bed.  He swung from roof to roof until he was a block away from his home.  Peter found his backpack in the alley where he had left it earlier that evening, grateful it hadn't disappeared like the other three backpacks Peter had lost in the past two months.  Tony wasn't mad about buying another backpack for his son, but he was starting to become more than a little suspicious.  

When Peter finally reached the penthouse floor of the tower, he was greeted by a furious Tony Stark. 

"Do you know what time it is Peter?" Tony questioned Peter with a hint of anger and worry. 

"Ummm... not really.  Past my curfew, I'm assuming," Peter gulped.

"Damn right it's past your curfew!  It's nearly three in the morning, Pete!  Do you know how worried I have been!  What is going on with you Peter?" scolded Tony.

"I'm sorry Dad, I just lost track of time!" Peter apologized quickly.

"Do you mind telling me where you have been all night?" Tony said more of a demand than a question.

"Don't be mad," Peter began ready to sell the lie he had made up. "I was at a Party and lost track of time.  I'm so sorry Dad."  Peter's eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere except Tony.

"Since when do you go to parties, Peter?"

"Since tonight," Peter mumbled flashing a nervous smile.

Tony knew Peter was lying, but he could also see how exhausted his kid was. 

"We'll talk about this in the morning, Pete.  Go to bed kiddo." Tony commanded.

"Night, Dad," Peter slurred.  Peter had just barely made it his bed when he passed out on top of his IronMan bedsheets not even bothering to take his clothes off or get under his blankets.

Thankfully, it was a Saturday, which meant Peter could sleep in as late as he wanted to, which he did.  Peter didn't wake up until well into the day.  3:46 to be exact, according to FRIDAY. 

"Good evening, Peter," the AI greeted.  "I have informed Mr. Stark that you are awake."

Peter groaned knowing he could no longer avoid the inevitable conversation with his dad.  Peter was not ready for Tony to know about him being Spider-Man.  He had come up with a solid cover story that hopefully his dad would buy.  Peter was not a good liar, but if he wanted to continue to help the people of New York, he was going to have to be convincing. 

There was a soft knock on Peter's door followed by Peter telling his dad to come in.  Tony entered the teen's room and sat on the end of his bed.

"So how about you tell me where you really were last night, Pete?  Tony asked quickly resuming their conversation from the previous night.  Tony gave Peter a look that said you better not lie to me this time.  Tony was worried about his son, and all he wanted was to know what was going on with Peter and why he felt he needed to keep it a secret.  And just like that, Peter's cover story he had carefully thought out was out the window.  The way Tony was looking at Peter made him feel guilty for lying to his dad for so long. 

Peter made up his mind and decided to tell his dad the truth.  The curly haired teen took a deep breath and nervously fidgeted with the fabric of his Iron-Man pajama shirt. 

"Okay..."  Peter sighed.  "The truth is, I'm--"

The moment Peter was about to confess his biggest secret, the tower's alarm system went off alerting Tony of an attack somewhere in the city.

"Fri, what's going on?  Tony demanded while holding out his hand to summon his suit.

"There has been an attack in Central Park.  I have alerted the rest of the team as well," FRIDAY reported.

The IronMan suit had now fully encased Tony except for his faceplate.  Tony gave Peter an apologetic look.

"We can talk about it when I get back, okay kiddo?"

"Ya sure, dad.  Please be safe."

"Of course."

Tony took off in his IronMan suit and Peter lept into action.  He quickly grabbed his Spider-Man suit from his backpack and threw it on.  Peter leaped out of his window and took off towards Central Park. 

Peter knew the Avengers could handle the problem, but he wanted to help, even if he wasn't exactly needed.  He just wanted to show his dad, along with the rest of the Avengers, how strong and capable Spider-Man is. 

As Peter neared Central Park, chaos ensued all around him.  Civilians were running and screaming in panic, car alarms were blaring, and debris from the fight was flying in every direction.

Peter herded the crowds of people into a building where they would be safe from the outside dangers.  As he was about to join the fight along with the rest of the Avengers, a woman approached Peter sobbing.  She begged the masked hero to find her daughter who had been lost in all of the panic and chaos.  The frantic mother gave Peter a description of her daughter and what she had been wearing.  Peter promised the woman that he would find her daughter and swung away to look for her.

Peter swung across the deserted and destroyed battlefield that used to be Central Park searching for any signs of the girl.  Just as Peter was starting to lose all hope, his super-hearing detected the cries of a young child.

Peter followed the cries which lead him into one of the tallest buildings on the block.  Peter found a small hole and crawled towards the source of the sobs.  He called out for the little girl, Ava, and received a small whimper in response.

"Hey, Ava.  I'm Spider-Man.  I'm going to get you out of here and take you back to your mommy, okay?" 

Ava hummed in response, too scared to give a real reply.

"Are you hurt, Ava?" Peter asked, making sure he didn't move her if she had any injuries he wasn't aware of.

"No... I think I'm okay.  My knee has a scrape from falling earlier, but that's it."  Ava finally responded.

"Okay, let's get out of here."

Peter led Ava through the same tunnel from which he came, but the building had become unstable from the current battle and began to quake violently.  The movement caused debris to close off the only way Peter knew out of the building.

"We need to find another way out of here,"  Peter said more to himself than Ava.

Peter had Ava climb onto his back while he scaled the scaffolding of the crumbling building, searching for an exit.  The building continued to shake, threatening to collapse at any given moment.  Peter crawled even faster while still making sure Ava was hanging on.  Moments later, Peter finally saw light beaming in from a crevice in the building.  The hole was small, but it would have to work.  Peter quickly made his way over to the hole and began to remove debris that was in the way in an attempt to make the opening larger. 

The hole was now large enough for Ava to squeeze through.  Peter attached a web to the back of her shirt and lowered down to the street.   Ava was now out of danger, but Peter was not.   The opening was still not wide enough for Peter to crawl through.  Peter removed more and more debris until the hole was almost wide enough for him to fit through.  The only problem was, removing so much debris had caused the building to collapse.  Peter's spidey-senses went off, but there was nothing Peter could do.  The building began to crumble around and on top of Peter as he frantically tried to escape.  The large steel beams and other parts of the building were crushing Peter, and he could no longer breathe.  Peter began to panic and hyperventilated. His vision began to go dark as his breathing became erratic.  Peter was about to give in to the darkness, he just wanted to escape the pain of an entire building crushing him, but he heard Ava cry out for him.  He knew he couldn't leave Ava all by herself.  He had promised her mother that he would bring her back and that's exactly what he was going to do.

With a sudden burst of strength, Peter lifted the debris off his back and began to crawl his way out of the rubble.  He let out a strained scream but kept on going.  When Peter finally escaped the wreckage of the now non-existent building he collapsed onto the street in exhaustion.  He took a couple of minutes to catch his breath before standing up and swinging Ava back to her mother.

Ava's mother couldn't thank the red and blue hero enough and cried with relief that her daughter was safe thanks to Spider-Man. 

Peter swung off in the direction of the fight, hoping to help the Avengers finish off the villains.  Peter swung right into the heart of the battle and joined right alongside the Avengers.  He took on the Green Goblin while the rest of the team battled his robot army.

Peter webbed Green Goblin's hands together and began to assault him with a torrent of kicks and punches.  One of the robots caught Peter off guard and blasted him away from Green Goblin.

"Who the hell is that guy?" Peter heard his Uncle Clint say.

"Language," Cap exclaimed out of habit.

"I'm Spider-Man" Peter chirped while swinging by the team. 

"Look Spider-kid, let us handle this,"  Tony said in annoyance.  "No offense but we don't need some wanna-be-hero getting in our way." 

"I can help!  I know you guys have it covered, but I want to help you guys." rambled Peter. 

"Go home before you get hurt, kid,"  Tony commanded.  Tony couldn't help but imagine if it was Peter risking his life and how worried he would be.  The spider kid was sounded about Peter's age, and Tony couldn't begin to imagine how anxious the kid's parents must be. 

Peter chose not to listen to his cranky dad and kept fighting off the robots.  He was doing good for his first real battle when he became surrounded by a mob of angry robots.  Peter gulped and tried his best to fight them off, but there were too much for him to take on all at once.   The robots fired tiny laser blasts at Peter and kicked him to the ground.  Peter curled up into a ball, trying to protect himself when one of the flying robots picked him up. 

Peter let out a shocked scream as he was dragged to the top of a thirty-story building.  He landed with a thud on the rooftop at the Green Goblins' feet.   The villain began to berate Peter's body with kicks and punches.  Peter curled himself into a ball to try to protect himself from the shower of cruel blows he was taking.  He felt more than one rib crack as the Goblin kicked his ribcage.  The Green Goblin then stomped on Peter's right forearm, not only breaking his arm but also shattering his web shooters.  Green Goblin repeated this with Peter's arm, and Peter let out an agonizing scream.

Just when Peter thought things could not get any worse, the goblin picked Peter up by his broken arm and dangling him over the edge of the building. 

"Good-bye Spider-Man," the Green Goblin chuckled as he let go of Peter's arm.   Peter screamed and tried to use his web shooters, but it was useless.  Knowing that he was helpless and there was nothing else he could do, Peter closed his eyes and braced himself to hit the cold hard pavement below him.   Peter hit the ground hard, and his whole world went black. 

******

Peter woke up in excruciating pain.  The young spider's breath was ragged, and he was finding it hard to breathe.  Peter tried to sit up but gasped in shock and laid back down.  Peter looked at his stomach to try to locate the source of the pain, but he didn't have to look long.  In the center of his abdomen was a jagged, rusty pole.  The pole was around three inches in diameter and was two feet long.  Peter stared at the pole, not quite believing that this was actually happening.  Peter's breaths got quicker, and he knew he needed to remain calm unless he wanted to have a panic attack on top of being a human shish-kabob. 

Peter took a deep breath and slowly began to hoist himself up off the pole.  He whimpered in pain but kept going until he was free.  He rolled to the side and laid there, clutching his side where the pole had been, for what felt like forever curled into a ball and sobbing. 

It was dark out by now and Peter knew his dad would be wondering where he was.  With his web shooters currently shattered into pieces and his entire body feeling completely broken, Peter knew it would take forever to reach the tower.  Not to mention how physically impossible that seemed to him right now. 

Peter pulled himself off the ground and almost passed out with the effort.  He slowly stood up and stumbled as his dizziness threatened to consume him.  Peter began the journey home at a painstakingly slow pace.  The numerous injuries and tremendous blood loss made the walk that much harder and Peter barely made it home.  And if Peter thought walking home was impossible, climbing up the tower and into his widow located on the 90th floor. 

When Peter reached his room he rolled through the window a bloody, sweaty, and exhausted mess he landed on his floor near his bed and collapsed.  It took Peter's spidey senses a moment to alert Peter that he wasn't alone in his room.  He glanced up towards his bed to find the eyes on none other than Tony Stark looking back at him.  Given any other circumstances, Peter would be wetting his pants at how pissed Tony looked at this moment.  But the moment Tony laid eyes on Peter with his suit torn to shreds, stab wounds, broken bones, and bleeding out quite rapidly, everything changed.  The anger Tony had felt moments ago was now replaced with nothing but worry and concern for his critically injured son.

"Hey, Dad," Peter laughed weakly.  "Look I know you're probably beyond mad, but I swear I was going to tell you!"

"It's alright kiddo, I'm not mad, I'm a little hurt that you felt like you had to hide this from me for so long but I get it.  Right now I'm more worried about you, what the hell happened?"

"Well I was fighting the Green Goblin, and kicking his ass if I'm being honest, and then he had me on top of a building, kicked the crap out of me, broke my arms and web shooters, and threw me off the top of the building.  I fell like thirty-something stories straight onto a metal pole that skewed me like a shish-kabob.  Then I had to walk home and now I'm here telling you all about it."

"Oh Pete, come on, we need to go see Bruce before you bleed out."

"Sounds good to me," Peter mumbled weakly.

******

"A punctured lung, three broken ribs, two broken arms, a punctured spleen, extreme blood loss, a minor concussion, multiple bruised and cuts, and lots of explaining to do," Bruce concluded.

"Agreed," Tony chimed in.

Peter sighed and proceeded to tell his dad and uncle Bruce how he became the one and only Spider-Man.

This took forever to write but I'm pretty satisfied with it.  Let me know what you think! :)