author note: trigger warning for attempted carjacking, kidnapped and drugged, getting interrogated. spoilers for Peter's life

Tony's pov. . .

     "what do you mean Pete hacked the X-ray and is faking his injury? we all saw the bone when he got hit!"

     "look at this boss."

     Friday pulled up a scan she did of Peter. his leg was fine. how is this possible?

     "why would Peter lie and fake his injury? how is Peter faking this injury?!"

     "I dont know," Bruce said.

     "you dont think. . ." Steve started.

     "Think what?" I asked.

     "that maybe Peter could be. . . like, me? I dont know, it's just the only possible solution I can think of right now."

     "if its true." i said, "then i want to figure out who injected a kid with super soldier serum."

     "what if theres a reason he's started to hang around?" a voice asked in the hallway. all of us jumped and saw Natasha in the doorway.

     "what? li-like he's evil? come on Nat," i said, "you met him. Pete cant hurt a soul."

     "you never know." Natasha argued.

     "you know what? fine, I'll play on this side. you and Clint can spend a day spying on him and then tell me if you think he's evil."

     "okay."

     Natasha walked away and i turned back to Steve and Bruce.

     "can you belive her? thinking Pete is evil. our Pete? no way."

     "i agree." Steve said, "but i understand why she's airing on the side of caution."

     "while her and Clint are doing that i plan to do my own search to try and find how peter healed so quickly."

Clint's pov. . .

     "why are we spying on peter again?" i asked as we watched the teen through his bedroom window like creeps.

     "because he doesn't really need those crutches. he's faking his injury and we need to make sure he isn't evil."

     "how do we know he's faking? wasnt his bone sticking out?"

     Nat then went on explaining on stuff that i honestly stopped listening too because i saw peter do somthing extremely strange.

     "shush. watch."

     Nat leaned forwards and we watched as peter opened his window and somehow stuck to the wall and lifted himself down. he was in some strange outfit that looked like pajamas and his cast was off. 

     "what is he doing?" Nat asked herself, "how is he doing this?"

     "i dont know. lets follow him."

peter's pov. . .

      i decided that with my new found abilities i would do what uncle ben would want. as he said, "with great powers comes great responsibility's." i could use my powers for good and help people in need.

     but before i could do that i needed to figure out the cast problem. which i came up with by adding a white zipper on the back that you cant tell isn't a zipper. it was a perfect solution!

     i quickly sewed up a suit. i decided to call myself Spider-Man! and made my way out my window and too the alley. i had also made myself webslingers to match a spider even more. i swung on building to building and stopped on top of the roof and watched for crime. 

     suddenly my head started buzzing, a sign. somthing was coming. and it was coming fast. suddenly i heard honking down below and saw that a car jacking was taking place. i quickly swung down and kicked the car jacker making him fall to the side.

     "stay down! uh, m-Mr. bad guy!" i ordered, "you're under arrest!"

     "who are you?!" the criminal asked.

     "i am Spider-Man." i put my hands on my hips to try and look more scary.

     "oh thank you young man!" exclaimed the old lady that i saved from being carjacked.

     "young man? n-no! i-I'm like. . . forty?"

     "your parents must be so proud. can i buy you a churro?"

      i was back on the roof eating a delouses churro. i tried to deny it but she forced me to take it. suddenly my head started buzzing again. i quickly looked down at the city below me but i saw nothing.

     "dont move."

     i turned around and saw Hawkeye and black widow staring at me. Hawkeye had his bow and arrow pointed at me and black widow with her knifes.

     "what are you guys doing?" i asked, "I'm a hero! like you guys!"

     "your a vigilante." miss Romanoff said, "and peter parker."

     HOW DOES SHE KNOW THAT?! i put my hands on my hips trying to act cool.

     "I'm not peter parker. who's peter parker?"

     "we watched you leave your apartment." Mr. Barton confessed, "where's your cast?"

     uhhhhhhhh. . . alright. time to go on the offense.

     "listen here bowery. I'm not peter parker. but spying on someone isn't very hero like. and i dont like hanging around bad people. so bye."

     i then jumped off the roof and swung away. i felt bad for being slightly harsh with my words but i needed to get away. 

Clint's pov. . .

     "bowery?" i asked, "what does that mean?"

     "how am i supposed to know?"

     "are we going after him?"

     "no. we'll catch up to him later. his aunts working late tonight right?"

     "i think so. Nat, your not thing of. . ."

     "we need answers and if peter's not going to give them willingly then we'll have to find them out another way. come on."

peter's pov. . .

     morning patrol was done so i swung back home and quickly changed and put back on my cast. i then left the apartment and headed to school.

     school went by pretty smoothly i think its because flash wasnt there. i didnt know where he was but a day without being bullied was fine by me. after school i went outside and happy pulled up. when the backdoor opened however i was not expecting to see miss Romanoff in the backseat and Mr. Barton driving. 

     before i could even try to get away she grabbed me and pulled me in the car. the door slammed and Mr. Barton started driving. this was not good! act normal peter. act normal.

     "so, where's Mr. happy? why isn't he picking me up today?"

     "you're not going to your internship." miss Romanoff said coldly.

     "why not? is somthing wrong?"

     suddenly Mr. Barton's eyes looked in the rearview mirror, "give it up kid. you know why we're here."

     "no i dont. is Mr. stark hurt?"

     okay. i could do this. this was going fineeeeee. totally fine.

     "he's fine." miss Romanoff said.

     "then why isn't the internship happening?"

     "because we want to ask you a few questions."

     "is this a kidnapping?"

     "no."

     "yes."

      "no." miss Romanoff said, "its an interrogation."

     "why? what did i do wrong?"

     "dont act dumb."

     "I'm not!"

     "we're here." Clint announced.

     "where's here?" i asked feeling a bit of fear. what were they going to do to me?

     "I'm sure you'll find it very familiar."

     just then miss Romanoff took out a needle and before i could fight against it she poked it in my arm and i felt dizzy and blacked out.

Tony's pov. . .

     peter was late. where was peter? i left the lab and headed to where pepper was.

     "hey," i said popping my head in, "where's peter?"

     "i dont know. he's not here yet?"

     "if he was here do you think i would be asking where he was?" i saw the look she gave me and regretted my previous words, "sorry. sorry. I'm just worried."

     "i saw happy leave so they both should be back by now."

     "Friday, pull up the tracker you have on the car."

     "got it boss. the last place the car was seen according to the tracker was on the road to midtown high. it stopped in an alley and hasn't moved since. it seems someone removed the tracker."

     my stomach did a flip. this wasnt looking good.

     "what about the tracker on peter's phone."

     "you put a tracker in his phone?" pepper asked.

     "of course i did. he works for me. you have five."

     "the tracker says that peter is still at school. this tracker is still operational."

     "thanks fri. looks like Pete's still at school. I'll be back. Friday bring the porshe up to the front."

     "its already there boss."

     i stormed into the elevator and quickly headed to the floor with the avengers.

     "capsicle, hulk, lightning boy, lets go."

     "what is it?" Steve asked heading into the elevator with the other avengers following.

     "Pete and happy might be in danger."

     i explained to them the situation and they were all ready to attack whoever thought they could hurt peter and happy. no one messes with them.

     we arrived to the school in seconds and i stormed into the office.

     "where's peter parker?" i demanded.

     "Mr. stark? oh. wow. uh. i dont know, schools been out for a while i dont think he's here any more."

      i took out my phone and started calling peter. instantly i heard his phone ringing in the hall. i followed the sound and came to a closed locker. the other avengers watched as a punched peter's locker and cursed.

     i went back to the office and demanded to see the security systems. the avengers and i all crowded around a computer and watched as the car happy drove entered the parking lot. it was in the back until peter came out. the car then drove to peter and the back door opened. i couldnt see inside the car but obviously peter was nervous. a hand reached out and pulled peter in closing the door instantly and speeding off without being caught. just as the car was leaving the parking lot i noticed there was somthing sticking out of the trunk. a tie. happy. 

peter's pov. . .

     whatever miss Romanoff gave me wasnt very strong. i woke up almost instantly after i lost consouisness. however i couldnt see anything. i felt somthing covering my eyes and there were cold cuffs on my wrists.

     there were two people in the room with me. proably miss Romanoff and Mr. Barton. 

     "w-what is going on?" i asked, trying to sound weak even though i could tell that my full strength was here.

     "interesting. . ." miss Romanoff said to the left of me, "just so you know peter. the thing i gave you was enough to knock a horse out for an hour. you woke up after five minutes."

     that was five minutes?!?! uh oh.

     "m-maybe it wasnt? miss Romanoff, i really dont understand whats going on. why am i blindfolded?"

     "Nat," Mr. Barton tried whispering but he didnt realize it was pointless, "i really dont feel right about this."

     "do you want to risk he's with hydra?"

     "he's fourteen!"

     "fifteen." i corrected forgetting about the fact they were whispering so i shouldnt be able to hear, "almost sixteen."

     there was silence. if i could see I'd imagine they both turned thier heads towards me with thier mouths wide open.

     "how did you. . .? hear that?" Mr. Barton asked.

     "you're a terrible whisper." i lied.

     "i am not!"

     i winced at his scream. i had gotten most of my powers under control but my super hearing was one of the hardest ones. i most of them time wear earplugs in class that dont look like ear bugs because its too loud. 

     "you have super hearing dont you?" miss Romanoff asked. 

     "no." i lied.

     "lets see." miss Romanoff started, "you have super hearing, super strength, obviously you have super healing."

      she was moving around the room. i kept turning my head to try and keep up with her. i hated this blindfold!"

     "no i dont. why am i blindfolded?"

     "because we dont want any chance of you escaping." miss Romanoff answered, "now, how did you get these powers? do you work with hydra?"

     "what's hydra?!" this was a serious question, i have no clue what that it, "please just let me go. my wrists are starting to hurt!"

      "Nat-"

     "no. Clint. I'm not giving him any chance."

     "Nat, we know him. listen, I'm not doing this. I'm untying him. this is cruel."

     suddenly there was a big boom behind me and i felt cold air on me. what just happened?!

     "what was that?!" i asked twirling my head everywhere trying to get some clue.

     "Natasha? Clint?" i heard a familiar voice asked, MR STARK!!!

     "yes?"

     "why did you kidnap peter and my forehead of security?!"

     instantly i felt someone trying to rip the cuffs off.

     "did you guys use special handcuffs? not even i can break them." Mr. roger's said.

     "yes." miss Romanoff answered, "he has super strength."

     "no i dont!" i lied, "can someone please take the blindfold off? its bothering my eyes."

     the blindfold was quickly ripped off and i saw that i was in my own room. and there was a giant hole in my room!! Aunt may was going to kill me!!

     "Mr. stark?!?" i wined, "my rooooom."

     "dont worry kid. I'll fix it. your aunt wont even notice."

     "where's the key?" Mr. roger's asked, he sounded angry, like really angry.

     "its right here." Mr. Barton answered, he looked upset, "I'm really sorry peter. we took it to far."

     "you think?!" Mr. banner snapped, "peter is thirteen. he didnt deserve this."

     "I'm fifteen!" i corrected rubbing my wrists, "why did you think i was thirteen?!"

     "sorry peter. you look thirteen."

     my lower lip pouted upset.

     "here kid." Mr. stark said handing me a pair of crutches.

     "thank you." i replied, "is Mr. happy okay?"

     "he's alright Pete. dont worry."

     "I'm sorry for missing the internship."

     Mr. stark looked behind me with glaring eyes, "its not your fault peter. come on. you can sit in the living room while we fix your bedroom."

     i smiled, "thanks Mr. stark."

     i felt bad for having to lie to everyone, even Mr. stark, but i have to. its for mine and aunt mays safety.

Tony's pov. . .

     i left peter on the couch and headed back into his room. 

     "what were you two thinking?!" i demanded, "peter is a teenager! not a criminal! what you two did were completely out of line and ridiculous!"

     "peter's lying to us all." Natasha argued, "have any of you guys watched the news from this morning?"

     "no. why?" Bruce asked.

     "there's a new vigilante in the city. goes by the name Spider-Man."

     "okay? what does it have to do with peter?"

     Clint answered, "peter's Spider-Man."

     "you have got to be kidding me Clint. the kids fifteen! he isn't Spider-Man!"

     "watch this." Natasha said handing me her phone with a video popped up. the video showed peter scaling down the side of his apartment with his hands in the Spider-Man costume Clint showed me before the video.

     this was crazy. . . peter couldnt be Spider-Man! but. . . he is.

peter's pov. . .

     i was sitting on the couch when Mr. stark came out he looked like a mix of worried and mad. uh oh. did they find my suit?!

     Mr. stark walked over and sat on the couch facing me.

     "peter. . ."

     "y-yes Mr. stark?"

     "you know being a hero is dangerous right?"

     "yeah. . . whats going on?"

     "Pete, i dont think you should be Spider-Man."

     "w-what? I'm not Spider-Man Mr. stark! he's like. . .forty? i heard him say it on the news."

     "peter, how'd you get your powers?" Mr. rogers asked from behind me, "did hydra do this?"

     "no!" i yelled, there was really no point in lying to them anymore, my secret was out, "i dont even know what hydra is!!"

     "petey." Mr. stark said, i turned my head back to face him, "if hydra didnt do it. then who? just tell us. you're not in trouble, we just want to keep you safe."

     "i am safe! no-one gave me the powers!"

     "then how'd you get them?" Natasha questioned.

     i looked at my hands. might as well explain everything so they'll drop it.

     "at a fieldtrip. i was at oscorp for school and got split up from my classmates. when i tried to find them i got bit by a radioactive spider. i only realized it was radioactive after i was told. at first i thought it was just a normal spider. i got real sick and thought i was going to die but when i woke up the next day i could do things that others couldnt. i was scared. then. . . somthing. happened and i decided today i would do what i should and help people. my uncle would always say, "with great power comes great responsibility's." i was just doing what he says. I'm sorry for lying to you all and for hacking the x-ray machine. i didnt want to get sent off to a lab and become an experiment. please dont tell aunt may."

     "i see. . ." Mr. stark started, "dont worry Pete. we wont tell aunt may."

     "you wont?"

     "no. just like we wont send you off to be an experiment."

     i sighed, "thank you Mr. stark."

     "but. if you're going to continue being spider-boy-"

     "Spider-Man."

     "whatever. if your going to keep being a super hero then you need to promise me that if you get hurt you come to the tower right away. and we're making a new suit for you. you will not wear PJ's when fighting against villain's if you want to be taken seriously. got it?"

     "yes sir. thank you. wait- we?"

     "yes. it'll be part of our internship. which by the way has been changed to everyday."

     oh no. aunt may, "everyday?!"

     "yes? is that a problem?"

     "i might've. . . not. . . told my aunt may about the internship."

     "what do you say your doing on the internship days?"

     "luckily the internship days fell on the same days aunt may has to work late so i could go and be back before she noticed."

     then as if she had the abilities to tell if someone was talking about her aunt may entered the house. was it super late already?! 

     "peter." aunt may said as i used my crutches and stood up, "what is going on? why are the avengers here?"

     "hello ma'am." Mr. stark said standing up, "we just came by to tell peter congratulations."

     "congrats on what?"

     "on winning an internship at my business. he apilled yesterday and was the best and only option. he'll be paid twenty dollars an hour and be given a ride there and back home. it'll be everyday from after school till five. and it'll look great on college applications."

     Mr. stark was a way. better lier then i am. 

     "surprise." i weakly added, "i wanted to surprise you which is why i didnt tell you i applied."

     "alright. . . well if that's all i guess we'll be going now." Mr. stark said, "I'll see you tomorrow Pete."

     "bye Mr. stark. bye Mr. rogers. bye Mr. banner, bye miss Romanoff, bye Mr. Barton."

     "bye." they all chorused as they left.

     aunt may turned to me and i asked, "are you mad?"

     "mad? are you kidding me peter?! I'm so proud of you!!"

     "thanks aunt may."

     "you're welcome. now go to bed. you need rest."

     "i larb you may!"

     "i larb you too."