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Tony Stark was a tired man.

A very tired and busy man. 

A very tired and busy ex-playboy, known philanthropist, and world-renowned superhero who's kickass wife was away on a business trip was tossing and turning in bed.

It was about midnight when it happened. 

"You have a text from an unknown number, Sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up, jolting him awake. 

"Unknown number?" He grumbled, sitting up, moving his feet off the bed and planting them on the floor. "How'd they get past the firewalls...?" 

So, Tony Stark, opened the text. 

Peter it said.

Who the fuck was Peter?

Peter

NED

NED WAKE UP

N
E
D

WAKE UP

NED I STOPPED AN ARMED ROBBERY WHILE ON PATROL AND TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT I'VE BEEN SHOT AND TAZED

I CAN'T EVEN FIGURE OUT WHERE I AM 'CAUSE THE TAZER FRIED MY GPS

NED

NED

N E D

Tony furrowed his eyebrow. 

Who the fuck was Peter? Is this a prank? And who's this "Ned"?

"Fri," Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. "Start triangulating the location of whoever's texting me right now." 

"Right away, Boss," F.R.I.D.A.Y responded. 

It was then Tony typed his response.

????

Who is this and how did you break down the multiple firewalls to text this number

Peter

Ned come on

You know we make games of breaking through each other firewalls

And honestly? 

This one wasn't your best work

If Tony Stark had been drinking, he would've quickly spewed it all over the floor.

Did some nobody just call HIS, Tony Stark's, genius and tech extraordinaire's coding shoddy!?! 

Tony couldn't even finish his reply before this "Peter" continued to text.

Peter

AND ANYWAYS NED I'M BLEEDING PRETTY BADLY AND STUCK ON A ROOF

and drone me a change of clothes plz can't walk into a clinic in my spidey suit, can i?

Fr tho there is a LOT of blood 

and my healing isn't kicking in for some reason

"Okay," Tony muttered, shuffling out of his room, lights flicking on automatically as he sleepily skulked to his lab. "This has to be some type of joke. Friday, what's the progress on pinging this brat's location?" 

"I am trying Sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice came back. If an AI was capable of sounding perplexed, F.R.I.D.A.Y was doing it. "The signal keeps getting bounced around. I am certain the texts originate from New York, but according to the current signal, this 'Peter' is simultaneously in Hong Kong, London, Seoul, Los Angeles, and Dubai." 

Damn. Whoever this is they're smart...

"It will take a few minutes longer then normal for me to de-encrypt the signals Boss and ping his location, I am working on it," F.R.I.D.A.Y continued.

Tony's eye twitches. 

????

WHO IS THIS

Peter

Really, Ned?

How many other friends do you know who was bit by by a radioactive spider

Anyways i'd like to bring attention back to the fact I've been SHOT, Ned

Tony almost dropped his phone. 

????

Who are YOU and who is this Ned????

I'm not Ned!

Peter

Oh shirt

I'm sorry!

Please don't tell anyone

I'll kindly erase myself from your phone now

????

I won't tell anybody, please stay on the line

"I have not managed to triangulate his location yet, Sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice chimed in as Tony quickly completed the walk to his lab. "But I have managed to begin infiltrating his phone. His full name is Peter Benjamin Parker. He lives in Queens with his aunt May Parker." 

"What kind of deadbeat still lives with his aunt!?!" 

"One who's fifteen and still in high school, Boss," F.R.I.D.A.Y snarked back. "He attends Midtown High School for STEM Sciences via scholarship. Hacking into their systems now, Sir. It also appears he pays for other school fees by refurbishing and selling old and broken electronics or revamping friends' devices. He seems to be quite gifted at it too if the fact that now the signal is trying to tell me he's in Basel and Kyiv is anything to go by." 

????

Hey kid why is it telling me you're 15???

You know what forget about though 

How bad is the blood loss? 

Tony didn't know if this was real or not but it couldn't help to take it seriously... right? 

Peter

I'm really dizzy ngl 

And the puddle of blood is like four feet wide

"According to Midtown, Peter B. Parker has a 4.0 GPA and the Academic Decathlon he participates in won National Finals, and according to articles online it was points from questions that Peter had answered that won them the victory," F.R.I.D.A.Y chimed in suddenly. 

"That doesn't explain how he got past my firewalls!" Tony muttered, quite annoyed as he typed back. "And put Cho on standby..."

????

Okay kid just try to stay with me

Okay? 

I'll try to grab your location

Peter

You're not gonna kidnap me or call an ambulance, are you?

"Jeez what does this kid have about ambulances..." Tony muttered. 

????

No 

Look kid just keep talking

Trying to ping your location from texts

Maybe tell me what happened?

Peter

Well

So i was just swinging and suddenly i notice this group of guys trying to break into a tech store

And i of course swing in to stop them 

Wait... swinging?

No way this kid is actually Spiderman, Tony's been searching him for weeks, weeks!

No way this kid accidentally texted him...

Peter

Turns out they all had stun guns except this one guy who had an actual gun

So i web them up, but i get shocked/tazed by the stun guns a couple of times and then dude with the actual gun managed to land a shot in my stomach 

Which by the way

major ouchie 

But anyways

I web them all up, swing a couple of blocks down, and then i nearly pass out and now I'm stuck on a rooftop of some building 

"Friday, verify it!"

"Police report filed as of five minutes ago stating 7 perpetrators who attempted to break into a Stark Industries store was interrupted by Spiderman and then subsequently webbed up. They all appeared to have been armed, with discharged shell casings found on the scene, and 6 stun guns and one handheld pistol found webbed up nearby," F.R.I.D.A.Y responded. "This kid appears to be telling the truth, boss."

Wait, if the kid said he only made it a couple blocks away-

"Friday start zeroing in to cell towers within the service radius of the store that was robbed," Tony ordered.

"Right away Sir,"

Tony started to type in a response but-

Peter

Hey, at least one of the guys with a stun gun made a really funny joke tho! :D

????

You just got shot and tazed and you're happy that one of them made a joke?

Peter

But it was a good one! 

????

Kid you're giving me grey hairs from this

...

What was the joke?

Peter

"It's been a shocking experience to meet you!" 

????

That's not even that good of a joke

Peter

You're right

Nowhere near as good as the "It's knife to meet you" before getting stabbed

Oh Tony was so gonna get grey hairs from this.

????

YOU'VE BEEN STABBED ????

Peter

Eh happens every few days

They're always gone in a day or two tho

????

WHAT

Peter

Honestly i don't know why the bleeding hasn't even slowed down yet

Normally the bleeding chills out somewhat by now

????

Yup I'm getting grey hairs from this

Can you at least make out any landmarks?

Peter

Uhhhhh

I see a place called "Terry's Books 'n' Coffee"

????

Anything else?

Peter

I see a sign for Subway

"Fridaaaaay!" Tony called as he set his phone down and went to a console to hopefully aid Friday in tracking down this kid. "Set parameters to places with a Terry's Books n coffee and a Subway's nearby!" 

Another ping, which meant another text.

"And set my phone to voice type for now!" 

Peter

Why do you need landmarks anyways?

????

'So i can track down your location

The signal kept kept trying to tell me you were in Basel, Switzerland one moment then Kyiv, Ukraine the next

Peter

Nice to know that location scrambler is working

Tony facepalmed.

Location scrambler, of course! 

????

Anyways kid i need more texts

Way don't you tell me what you want to be when you grow up?

That's a good conversation starter with a kid, right?

Peter

I think I'm gonna into bio-engineering

Or maybe robotics

I won't lie accessibility robots and prosthetic limb developments are incredibly interesting to me

Impressive. Tony thought. That's not a common career path for many kids... And those coding skills are impressive...

????

Well you got any idea where you wanna work at when you graduate?

Peter

Stark Industries

Okay Tony act like you don't own the company the kid is talking about... 

????

Oh? 

You'd have to get really high grades for that

What about Oscorp? 

Peter

First off, school is ridiculously easy and i have a 4.0 average

Second off Oscorp can burn straight to the ground for all i care

Thirdly

Did i mention i hate Oscorp? 

Okay, Tony was starting to like this kid. 

????

Fair enough, I can't stand Oscorp (or Hammer Industries too) either

Curious though, why the hatred for Oscorp?

The human experimentation?

Peter

They WHAT!?!

No, their labs are just wildly unsafe!

????

Well that to

Peter

Seriosly tho 

Got my powers from getting bit by one of their "enhanced" spiders while on a field trip 

As one of them randomly fell from the ceiling onto my wrist while i was taking a picture

A PICTURE

????

So are your webs biological or...?

Peter

I wish! That would be cool...

No, i make them myself in chem 

Took a few tries for me to find a design that worked for the web shooter

????

Impressive

Peter

Hey I'm getting sleepy can i take a nap?

"FRIDAY RUSH THAT LOCATION PING RIGHT NOW-" 

"Location found, Sir!" F.R.I.D.A.Y chirped. 

"Alert Cho, I'm gonna go get that kid! Send the coordinates to the suit!" 

????

Coming to get you, kid

Peter's head felt like it was full of static. 

Everything felt warm and gushy, probably from the pool of blood.

Black had begun to tinge the edge of his vision, staining it as his consciousness began to fade. 

But it was then he heard it.

The sound of... repulsors? 

Huh? 

But then, he passed out, tumbling into a swirling black void.

Chapter Text

"So..." Steve Rodgers pondered aloud, a serious expression on his face. "This is the vigilante that has been driving Tony nuts trying to figure out who he is?" 

Next to him was James "Bucky" Barnes, and to the other side of him Clint Barton. 

"Well damn," Clint said, putting his hands on his hips, cocking his head to the side. "He looks scrawny." 

They were in the medical wing of The Tower and before them was a scraggly, brown-haired, brown-eyed, lanky-looking kid. (if a bit thin)

Most of the team had been asleep when Tony brought him in. 

There had been a lot of blood. 

Apparently, the kid had been shot while stopping an armed robbery and in a blood loss-induced brain fog, had texted Tony instead of a friend. 

"He's just a kid!" Steve grumbled, gesturing to the unconscious bandaged covered teen hooked up to several IVs and a monitor. "He shouldn't be swinging around stopping-"

"Oh, i KNOW your ass ain't talking!" Bucky spoke up, slapping Steve on the back of his head with his non-prosthetic arm. 

"-Hey!" 

"Shut up Mr 'I'm gonna fight everyone three times my size i don't care I'm asthmatic and a thin as a pipe cleaner'!" Bucky reminded him. 

Clint burst out laughing as the scolding continued.

"How many times did i have to pull some punks off you cause you kept picking fights!?!" 

"Bucky, darling-!" Steve tried to protest. 

That was before a very angry, very pissed-off Dr Helen Cho came in. 

"GET OUT!" She hissed. "The patient is still receiving transfusions! I want a calm quiet room for him to recover in-" 

"...Isn't he still comatose?" Clint asked weakly. 

"IsN'T He STiLl CoMAtoSE?" Cho mocked him before going on a tirade. "I don't care! Some comatose patients can still be aware of their surroundings even while they're out, and when he DOES wake up I want it to be in a nice quiet, calm, room! Now get out before i get the tranqs!" 

"Yes ma'am!" The group of Avengers said before scurrying out of the room.

No one wanted to deal with a pissed-off Dr Cho. 

Steve walked upstairs, sitting down on a bench seat at Tony's lab.

Tony was hunched over a workbench, trying to figure out the Spider-Kid's webshooters. 

"This tech is amazing, and yet-" Tony muttered to himself. "-Yet it looks like a bunch of scrap parts melted together..." 

What the hell would this kid be able to do with actual, proper materials? 

"Hey Tone's," Steve cleared his throat. "What's Spidey's tech look like?" 

"Brilliant, but-" Tony started. "It's clear this has been put together with scraps and it's difficult to make out the schematics because of it..." 

Tony shook his head.

"Seriously, this concept is amazing, and-" Tony started before F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up.

"The Chemical Analysis of the web-fluid is done Sir," The AI's voice started. "It appears to be using chemicals and bases which can all be found in the Advanced Chemistry lab at Midtown to replicate the protein molecules that make up spider silk." 

"Makes me wonder what the kid could do with proper materials, Cap," Tony told him. 

"Oh, and boss?" F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up again. 

"Yes?" 

"The 'Ned' it appears he was trying to contact was a fellow student and friend called Nedward Leeds," F.R.I.D.A.Y explained. "Also on the Academic Decathlon team. Ned has a 3.8 GPA, with straight As in coding and robotics." 

"Seems to be a smart kid with smart friends..." Steve remarked. "What's the plan? We obviously can't let him operate as Spiderman on his own."

"Yeah," Tony frowned. "I don't like it but kid's been at it since he was thirteen and a half. I don't think anything could stop him from it as much as we could try."

"What do you think we should do?" Steve asked. 

"I'm not sure yet," Tony told him, slowly managing to deconstruct the web shooters. "I think I'll figure that out when the kid wakes up..."

Natasha Romanov, aka Black Widow, crawled through the tower's vent.

Normally, it would be her friend Clint who would infiltrate the Tower's ventilation, crawling through shafts to get from destination to destination, but, however, she knew the likelihood of infiltrating the room she wanted to get to by simply walking in wouldn't cut it.

So with a swift and completely silent kick, she dislodged a vent cover, causing it to swing open with only a light creak as she dropped onto a tiled floor. 

Before her lay what she'd been told was Peter B. Parker also known as Spiderman.

Honestly, to think that the Spiderman she'd watched marveled at on YouTube, performing acrobatic stunts and flips often to simply make a child laugh or snatch a purse back from a thief was a kid was a difficult pill to swallow, but possible none the less. 

She approached the bed, looking at the kid. 

His brown hair was okay, slightly greasy, but not frizzy. 

Probably used more dry shampoo to get it under control than washing it, that's more than most teenage boys would do. 

His face was soft, but his skin was tight, only a person with Natasha's senses and keen observation would probably be able to spot the early signs of a kid starting to become underweight. 

A quick look at the chart revealed why.

The patient appears to have an enhanced metabolism which fuels accelerated healing. Healing seems to have failed upon infliction of GSW due to the lack of nutrition required for someone with his metabolism Put on IV bags with saline and nutrients. Accelerated Healing is coming back into effect slowly. 

Natasha cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowing as she studied the kid. 

A bit gangly, probably hasn't finished growing yet, and slender.

Kid needed to eat more. 

Tan lines around both shapes, in the shape of a watch.

Looks like the "web-shooters" she heard Tony muttering about, which meant constant wear. 

Active superhero/vigilante for a year and a half... maybe it's a comfort thing by now?

But before Natasha had more time to properly clock in the kid, she noticed rapid eye moment behind his closed lids-he was about to wake up. 

Natasha quickly jumped up, climbing back into the ventilation shaft and closing the door behind her as she quickly scurried down the vent. 

"Friday!" She whispered, in a thick Russian accent. 

"Yes, Miss Romanov?" The AI's voice whispered back. 

"Alert Tony the Spider Kid is about to wake up," she said quietly, still crawling. "I get the feeling he's gonna want to be in the room when he wakes up." 

"Yes ma'am," 

Everything hurt. A lot. 

Like, a lot lot. 

And there was this annoying, incessant beeping.

It was a struggle to get his eyes open. 

The first thing he registered when he did get them open was a sharp, blinding, ache of a throbbing pain. 

And the white, sterile environment.

Shit, hospital! Peter immediately sat bolt upright, the beeping increasing rapidly before a sharp pain led him to look down at the IVs in both of his wrists. No, this is bad! Very bad!

One of the fluids was a deep, thick, red, and the other was clear. 

Peter immediately tried to scramble out of bed, grabbing at the IV bags and-

"Hold it, sonny," A voice spoke up, a strong arm holding him back.

Peter knew that voice. 

He'd been forced to listen to it too many times in PSAs. 

Captain America!?!

"Yeah kid, stay down, you lost a lot of blood..." 

Peter froze.

Because that was the voice of Tony Stark. 

And he sat back down in shock. 

"Get Cho, Rodgers," Tony freaking Stark spoke to Steve freaking Rodgers. "She's gonna want to know..." 

"T-Tony Stark?" Peter finally stuttered out. "I- wha- how?"

"Yeah kid next time you try to text your friend make sure you actually text your friend," Tony responded, folding his arms. "You're damned lucky that it was me you texted ."

"Where am I?" Peter groggily asked.

"The med bay in Avenger's Tower," Tony answered chalantly.

"I'm in WHERE!?!" Peter exclaimed, jaw-dropping.

"Yuuuup," Tony popped his lips. "Congrats kid, you're in the same room we use to treat the Star Spangled Banner when he's here." 

"Tony..." Steve Rodgers sighed, coming back in at just the right time, flanked by Dr Cho. 

Tony then threw his hands up.

"Am I wrong though?" 

"Will both of you shut up?" Dr Cho snapped at him. "Blood loss tends to cause headaches, Q-U-I-E-T!" 

Dr Cho then brandished her finger at Steve Rodgers. 

"Especially not when i had to chase you, Barnes, and Clint, out of here earlier!" 

Dr Cho, then nice as a puppy, with a smile sweet as candy turned to Peter. 

"Hello Mr Parker," She smiled. "Can you explain your powers to me, please?" 

"Uhm..." Peter scratched the back of his neck, unsure if he trusted the doctor.

"Go ahead kid," Tony verbally nudged him. "It's okay. She won't tell a soul." 

"So it started with a spider bite..." Peter started, sparing a glance up at the ventilation cover.

Why was his spidey-sense tingling?

It took an hour for Dr Cho to deliver her verdict

"Well, kid, you're lucky," She told him. "Stomach GSWs take half an hour before exsanguination occurs, so Mr Stark got you back in the nick of time. We figured out why your accelerated healing hadn't kicked in. Have you been feeling sluggish lately? Maybe a bit achey? Exhausted and hungry?" 

"Yes but-" Peter attempted to speak. 

"-You have an enhanced metabolism," Dr Cho cut him off as kindly as possible. "One that ties into your accelerated healing. Your metabolism means you require more calories than the average person. I'd say around... 18,000 a day if we use Black Widow, Winter Soldier, and Captain America as a baseline. You probably haven't been meeting your caloric requirements which is why you're starting to look a bit underweight and why your healing didn't kick in." 

Dr Cho put a clipboard she was holding down on the bed, pointing to the IV bags.

"We're giving you fluids, that's your last pint of blood on the hook there, and those markings on the saline-that's the fluids-means it has nutrients and calories in it, you'll need a couple more of those before I'm comfortable with letting your healing factor finish up but it is already kicking in. You're out of the woods but you still have some recovery to be making. You'll need bed rest for another twelve hours, at which point you can get up and move around but you can't exert yourself. You'll need a day, maybe two of light rest at which point you can start reintroducing physical activity. Got it? Good. I'm going back to sleep." 

Dr Cho then turned around. "Page me only if he arrests. I'm exhausted." 

And then she left. 

Peter was once again looking up at the ventilation cover when Tony began to speak.

"So," He started, cocking his head to the side. "You're Spiderman?" 

"Yes sir Mr Stark Iron Man Sir," Peter said shyly, his attention turning to the billionaire. "Wow, Sir, it's nice to meet you! I read your papers on nanites and-" 

Tony's brain broke at the mix of all his titles combined, and Steve had to hold back a laugh.

"I would question whether or not you actually understood that but considering the web shooters i just had a hell of a time trying to figure them out I'm not surprised..." 

Peter zoned out, his spidey senses demanding that he pay more attention to the vent cover, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

"-And honestly kid the fact that you've been operating as Spiderman since you were thirteen and a half years old is impressive-" Tony's voice registered with Peter's ears as he stared up at the vent cover. 

"-If not highly dangerous, son," Steve Rogers cut in. 

"-yes yes that too-" 

"Excuse me," Peter eventually asked, still staring up at the ceiling. "Is there something wrong with the AC in this room? 'Cause i think there's something wrong 'cause uhm-" 

"CLINT!" Tony shouted suddenly, startling Peter. "GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY VENTILATION SHAFTS, BIRDBRAIN!" 

With that, the vent cover was once again kicked open, a figure silently dropping to the floor clad solely in black. 

She stood up, her tall, frankly terrifying form casting a frightening shadow over Peter's bed.

"What the hell, Nat?" Tony spoke up, sounding less annoyed and more... baffled. "Since when do you crawl through the vents too!?! I thought it was Clint that just did that!" 

"It is an effective way of traveling unseen," Natasha Romanov said, folding her arms. "I wanted to see the Spiderling." 

"Black Widow!?!" Peter exclaimed. "Oh my gosh, Miss Romanov Black Widow ma'am! My friend MJ is such a big fan of yours..." 

Natasha quirked an eyebrow at the 'Miss Romanov Black Widow ma'am' but her eyebrows relaxed. 

"Hmmm," She hummed. "You're Spiderman?" 

"Y-yes ma'am," Peter nodded. "That's me!" 

"You're a bit young, no?" Natasha started. "Your feats are impressive for your age." 

Did... Did the Black Widow just compliment me??? Peter asked himself. Oh my gosh Ned and MJ will FREAK when they hear this-

It was then someone else walked in, she had orangey red hair and was wearing a faded, oversized Go_A T-shirt and Hello Kitty sweatpants. 

It was a Wanda Maximoff in sleepwear.

"Naaaaaat!" Wanda whined, the Scarlet Witch drowsily rubbing her eyes. "Why did Fri have to tell me you were in the med bay? I need my cuddles... with a warm body, as much as I like cuddling with Vis..." 

Peter's eyes about bugged out.

"-Wait who's this?" Wanda asked, finally stopping to look at the teen bandaged up on the hospital bed, pausing in her tracks.

"This?" Natasha gestured to Peter. "Tony finally found his Spiderman only... well... Spider-Kid." 

"Wait, seriously?" Wanda blinked, looking at Peter. "Spidey's a kid?"

"Hey, I'm not that young-"

"Yes, you are," Every. Single. Person. in that room cut him off. 

Peter closed his mouth again. 

"You're fifteen, son," Steve pointed out. "You're still a minor, thus, a kid." 

Y'know... Peter thought to himself. Kinda can't argue with Captain America...

Gosh, still can't believe I'm in a room with the Avengers!!!

Pepper Potts was pacing back and forth. 

"Miss Potts?" F.R.I.D.A.Y had spoken to her on her phone. "Tony has been up since midnight and is working in his lab." 

Unfortunately, not an uncommon set of circumstances for Miss Potts.

Whenever her husband got another genius idea for an invention, or his intellect had supplied a solution to a problem, he'd be out of bed and in his labs before Pepper could even drag his ass back in. 

"Even superheroes need sleep, Tony!" She'd scolded him many times. 

"Tell him to get his ass back in bed, Friday," She sighed in annoyance, pinching the brow of his nose.

"I cannot tell him to do that, ma'am," F.R.I.D.A.Y had responded, pausing before continuing. "It's about Spiderman, ma'am." 

"What?" Pepper asked, her face screwing up in confusion. "Friday, explain." 

"At twelve-fifteen am, his time, he received texts from an unknown number asking a 'Ned' for help as he'd been shot," F.R.I.D.A.Y started. "The person turned out to be a fifteen-year-old by the name of Peter B. Parker. Peter turned out to be Spiderman, he'd been shot while stopping an armed robbery and was attempting to stop an armed robbery and was attempting to contact fellow student and friend Nedward Leeds and had mistakenly contacted Stark in what looks like a misdial." 

"Wait that doesn't make sense," Pepper said, shaking her head. "Doesn't Tony have a bunch of firewalls protecting his personal number?" 

"He hacked past them, ma'am," F.R.I.D.A.Y answered before continuing on. "It seems both him and the friend he was trying to contact at the time are both talented at coding and he believed his friend was trying to 'test him' as a game when he came across Tony's firewalls. Parker is currently in Captain Rodger's medical suite. He is currently unconscious, but is expected to wake up soon. It appears he has an accelerated healing factor but it hadn't kicked in as he hadn't consumed enough calories for his metabolism to fuel it. Tony is in his lab waiting for Parker to wake up while going over the tech they found on him. He is having particular trouble figuring out the schematics of the web shooters as Parker appeared to have gotten the materials from metal scraps and tech waste which is giving Boss some difficulties in figuring out what is what." 

"That... wait wait wait," Pepper started only for something F.R.I.D.A.Y said earlier to hit her. "Spiderman's only fifteen!?!" 

"Yes ma'am," 

"The Spiderman Tony's been trying to figure out just so he could ask how his webs work!?!" 

"Yes ma'am," 

"That Spiderman is only fifteen!?!" 

"Yes ma'am," 

"The Spiderman that's been operating for a year and a half!?!" 

"Yes ma'am," 

"That means he's been at it since he was thirteen!" Pepper exclaimed. 

"Yes ma'am," 

"Where the fuck are his parents then!?!" Pepper said, pacing more angrily now. "Who doesn't notice their son becoming a superhero vigilante!?! Where did he get his powers!?!"

"His biological parents, Richard and Mary Parker died when a plane they were on crashed when Peter Parker was about four," F.R.I.D.A.Y explained. "Custody was transferred to Richard Parker's brother Benjamin Parker and his wife May. Benjamin was a police officer and was shot off-duty while stopping a mugging while with Peter. Spiderman made his first appearance a few weeks after that." 

Pepper stopped. 

"And for his powers, he appeared to have gotten them after being bit by an 'enhanced' spider that had gotten loose while on a field trip to Oscorp about a year and eight months ago," F.R.I.D.A.Y finished up.

"Of course, it would be Oscorp..." Pepper grumbled before sitting down. "Tell me more ab.out Peter, Fri."

Peter's head was starting to spin again, and it felt fuzzy. 

He couldn't pay attention to what the Avengers in his room were saying, the beeping started getting faster and faster. 

"Hey," Black Widow started. "I think the kid needs rest, his heart rate is starting to skyrocket." 

"...She's right, if his heart rate keeps spiking Dr Cho will no doubt yell at us," Tony grumbled. "Aight Kid, get some rest. We'll be back to talk later."

With that, Tony had left.

"You got awfully lucky with that wrong number, Son," Steve sternly smiled at Peter before flanking Tony and leaving too.

Darn. Peter hazily thought. I don't wanna be left alone...

Natasha had gone to leave, but just then, Wanda had grabbed her arm to stop her.

Peter didn't notice the way the two of them seemed to have a silent conversation, making faces that almost seemed to say...

Hey my powers are telling me the kid doesn't feel like being left alone

Eh. Not surprising. I do not like being left alone after a mission gone wrong, either

"Hey, Tones," Natasha said, peeking her head out the door before Tony and Steve could completely vanish down the hall. "Me and Wanda are gonna stay back and keep the Spiderling company." 

"Don't scare the kid now, Nat," Steve sternly told her. 

"You think so little of me that I'd scare a hurt kid?" Nat asked.

"Yes," Steve said, completely deadpanning before chuckling and shaking his head. "No. You just come off as unintentionally terrifying most of the time to people who don't know you. Just keep that in mind." 

With that, Steve turned back around and rounded the hallway corner, leaving. 

"Friday?" Nat then asked to the ceiling. 

"Yes Miss Romanov?" 

"Tell Vis we're gonna be in the Spiderling's med bay, please," Nat said. "And thank you, Fri."

"You're welcome, ma'am," F.R.I.D.A.Y responded, a hint of a smile in her artificial voice. "Vision has been informed. He wishes you, Wanda, and Peter, well."

"Thanks again, Fri," Nat smiled to himself. 

She turned around to see Wanda's hand shining her bright, signature red as it hovered above Peter's forehead.

"I'm helping him sleep," 

"Sure," 

"Hey! I got a lot better about looking into people's minds without asking!" Wanda huffed before whining slightly. "I really am just helping him sleep..." 

"Hey now," Nat chuckled, putting her arms up. "I believe you." 

Chapter Text

Peter's eyes gently floated open.

For the first time in a long while, he'd had actual dreams instead of nightmares.

He had dreams of back when times were simple and happy...

Before Ben died. Before May took to the bottle.

Why, he even had a nice dream where Tony Stark had rescued him after being shot and then taken him to Avengers Tower to help him!

Or was it Stark Tower? Honestly, most people tended to interchange Avengers Tower with Stark Tower and vice versa.

But when Peter cracked his eyes open, he was greeted by the same, sleek, sterile hospital room that was in his "dream"

...And the Scarlet Witch was asleep and snoring, her head resting on the Black Widow's also sleeping shoulder.

Peter looked at his left side, the Saline bag was connected, but the bag was almost empty as the fluid dripped down into the IV tubing before flowing through the catheter that dug into Peter's vein. 

To his right side, the bag with the blood was gone, and looking down at the palm side up the side of his arm, near the elbow where the IV giving him the blood was in, the catheter from that IV was still in but the IV tubing and bag had been completely disconnected. He could only assume a nurse or something had come in and done it when he was asleep.

And then Tony Stark walked back in. 

"Alright kid," he said, another nurse (at least, Peter assumed so, as they were wearing scrubs) flanked him. "Dr Cho said you're good to get off the IV and out of bed. This nurse is gonna get both the IVs out of you for good and then we'll get some breakfast in you."

Tony's voice caused Natasha to stir, as her training in combination with her enhanced senses made her a very light sleeper as her eyes opened and she stretched right as the nurse passed by her to remove the IVs and IV Catheters from Peter. 

"Mаленька ведьма," She nudged Wanda, who was still sleeping away with her head on Natasha's shoulder. "Wake up." 

"Ще п'ять хвилин..." Wanda muttered back, still half asleep. 

"Hey Wans," Tony turned to her. "Capsicle and Elsa are making pancakes." 

Wanda's eyes shot open.

"Bucky and Steve are making pancakes?" Wanda asked. "Tаk!"

Tony then turned back to Peter, watching as the nurse pulled off the Tagaderm keeping the catheter in on the back in one swift movement, and Peter barely flinched. 

"I'm taking the first one out now," The nurse said kindly. "It shouldn't hurt." 

And with that, the nurse pulled the cannula out in one quick movement, coming in with a piece of cotton and pressing down firmly over the insertion site. 

The nurse had been informed Peter had a healing factor so the wound would probably close up quickly but the nurse still kept the piece of cotton pressed firmly down for the required two minutes to prevent blood from seeping into the surrounding tissues which would bruise before tossing away the waste in a biohazard bin and moving on and beginning the process of disconnecting the Saline bag from the IV tubing by first clamping it.

He then waited a minute, disconnected the tubing from the catheter and got that out of the way before repeating the process in pulling it from Peter.

The nurse removed the Tagaderm in one quick yank in as little pain as possible, smoothly and deftly pulling the cannula out, and with the other hand pressed a new piece of cotton down over the site and set the catheter down.

"You take this like a champ," The nurse remarked, smiling as he waited and pulled the piece of cotton back before turning to Tony. "Alright he should be good to go. Make sure he doesn't overexert himself and gets plenty of food in." 

The nurse then left, at which point Tony pointed at Peter.

"Alright kid," he said. "Come with us. You're going to eat some breakfast." 

It took a split second for it to register in Peter's head.

Did Tony Stark just invite me to breakfast!?!

"I- but- uhm-" Peter stuttered. "I'm only wearing a hospital gown-"

"I think some of Pietro's old shirts might fit him," Wanda yawned. "And I'm sure i can magic the rest into fitting. Friiiidaaaaay!" 

"Yes, Wanda?" 

"Can you tell Pietro to bring some of his old clothes down to Cap's medical suite?" Wanda asked. "Spider-Kid needs some clothes. Thank you, Fri!" 

"Of course, Wanda," F.R.I.D.A.Y chirped. "And I have taken the liberty of ordering some clothes that should be roughly around Mr Parker's size that should be here in a few hours."

F.R.I.D.A.Y had barely gotten the words out before a vaguely silver-colored blur appeared in the room before stopping, holding a few folded clothes.

"So this is spider guy?" Pietro asked before putting the small stack of clothes down on the foot of Peter's bed. "He looks, like, twelve-no offense Spiderman." 

Peter opened his mouth to protest.

He was fifteen, thank you very much! 

But before he could respond, Tony Stark beat him to it. 

"This is Peter Parker," Tony jerked his head in Peter's direction. "He's fifteen and has been operating as Spiderman for a year and a half now." 

"Wait what?" Pietro blinked. "Thirteen? Wow. That's impressive, kid." 

"Thank you Mr Maximoff Quicksilver Sir!" Peter beamed.

Pietro looked confused at the mix of his names, shooting a questioning glance at his sister. 

Wanda shrugged. 

"Alright kid," Tony spoke up. "Get dressed. We're gonna get some pancakes in you." 

Tony, Wanda, Natasha, and Pietro then stepped outside and into the hallway, waiting for Peter.

Peter stepped out of the medical room, the T-shirt was soft but big and he had to hold the pants up. 

"...Oh yup that is definitely gonna be magicked to fit until those clothes can get here..." Tony remarked. "Wanda?" 

The next thing Peter knew, whisps of red flared to life around him, sparking, tickling, and constricting the clothes. 

When the magic disappeared, the clothes were snug, warm, and fit. 

"Thank you," Peter said softly. 

"No problem," Wanda waved it off. "Let's get you some breakfast. The Medbay food tastes like garbage." 

Peter awkwardly fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt as he followed the small group of Avengers.

"So Bucky and Steve's making pancakes?" Natasha asked Tony. "I'm looking forward to it. Bucky's pancakes in particular are the best. Not to cast shame on Steve's pancakes though..." 

"Yeah, Steve's good at making a big quantity of them fast, but Bucky's better at quality..." Pietro added in. 

"Who cares? It all tastes the same once you've got it covered in powdered sugar and syrup and whatnot," Wanda pointed out. "And that taste is good."

"Fair point," Tony conceded as they stepped into an elevator, and Tony looked at an awestruck Peter. "Hey ,kid, you're getting pancakes too. Get in." 

"Y-Yes, Mr Stark, Iron Man Sir!" Peter said quickly, scrambling to get into the elevator. 

"And you can just call me Mr Stark, kid," Tony said 

It was chaos as usual in the Avengers Communal Dining Area. 

"CLINT, WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THE STRAWBERRIES!?!" Sam Wilson, The Falcon, screeched.

"I DIDN'T TOUCH THE STRAWBERRIES!" Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, screeched back, lobbing a pillow at the fellow vaguely bird-themed superhero. "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!?!"

"I believe the fresh strawberries are located in the back of the second shelf of the third communal fridge," Vision chimed in, helpfully. 

The chaos of the dining area, surprisingly enough, was in stark contrast to the somewhat calm tranquility of the kitchen. 

"Bucky, darling?" Steve asked as he plated three pancakes. "Where's the nutrition powder and the chocolate chips? I'm about to get started on Nat's pancakes and I'd rather not be found in barrels across Manhattan..."

"Wait, what type of pancakes should we make for the spider kid?" Bucky asked suddenly, flipping over a pancake with strawberries in it. "And the nutrition powder is in the cabinet to your left." 

"Thanks, Buck," Steve smiled, kissing him on the cheek before reaching up into the cabinet and pulling out a clear bag of red powder marked "Extra Nutrition Powder: Warning - formulated for those with enhanced metabolisms."

 The Nutrition Powder was essentially a nutritional powder with extra vitamins and a ton of calories that could be added into the food of those among the Avengers with enhanced metabolisms that had a way higher caloric intake as a quick way to make sure they got all the calories they needed into their meals.

The color had been added after trial and error, after Clint or Sam kept accidentally eating food made with the powder meant for either Steve, Bucky, Natasha, Pietro, or Banner, who required the extra powders and repeatedly winding up in the Med Bay.

Tony suggested the flavorless food coloring after Clint and Sam had to have their stomachs pumped for the third time. Tony wanted to visually differentiate the food meant for normal human beings from the food with the extra nutrition added for those among them who were "enhanced," as the food the nutrition powder had been added to would, of course, turn the color of whatever food coloring had been used for that batch of powder. 

"Seriously, though," Bucky began. "What pancakes should we fix him? Does Spidey even eat chocolate? Is he allergic to anything?" 

"Why don't you ask Friday to relay the question?" Steve suggested as he began to mix up some more pancake batter. " I do remember Dr. Cho saying something about an enhanced metabolism. Eighteen thousand calories a day, I think she said? We should add a scoop of the Nutrition Powder to batter for his pancakes." 

"Hmmm, yes, good idea," Bucky agreed. "Friday! Can you ask Spidey Kid if he has any allergies?"

"Of course, Elsa," F.R.I.D.A.Y responded. 

"Man, why did Tony have to tell her to call me that..." Bucky grumbled. 

"Boss?" F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke up suddenly, causing the conversation in the elevator to pause. "Elsa and Rogers are inquiring about whether or not Mr Parker has any food allergies they should be made aware of." 

"Oh! Uhm..." Peter (who had been awkwardly standing there until then) spoke up. "Peppermint or mint or really anything with it in it or whatever I can't have. Since the bite it just has a really, really, really bad effect on me. I think it's the menthol oil...? I don't know, it's not exactly something I'm really willing to mess around with and find out..." 

"Understood, Mr Parker," F.R.I.D.A.Y responded. "I will inform them now." 

"Do not use anything containing mint, peppermint, or menthol oil in Mr Parker's pancakes," F.R.I.D.A.Y instructed Bucky and Steve. "He says and I quote-" 

And F.R.I.D.A.Y played a clip of Peter's awkward voice, just to make sure that she didn't get anything wrong. 

"Oh! Uhm... Peppermint or mint or really anything with it in it or whatever I can't have. Since the bite it just has a really, really, really bad effect on me. I think it's the menthol oil? I don't know, it's not exactly something I'm really willing to mess around with and find out..."

"Oh look," Bucky said suddenly, with a hint of snark, as he turned to give Steve a look. "Kid has more self-preservation instincts than you at that age." 

"Hey!" Steve popped back, more than a little offended. "I wasn't that bad!" 

"Steve," Bucky began. "Baby. Darling. Love of my life. THE TURNER STREET BAR INCIDENT. NEED I REMIND YOU!?!" 

"Oh come on!" Steve replied, crossing his arms like a petulant child. "Those guys totally deserved it! Trying to grab that woman like that..." 

"YOU WERE SIXTEEN, THIN AS A TWIG, ASTHMATIC, JUST GETTING OVER PNEUMONIA, AND THEY WERE THREE TIMES YOUR SIZE!" 

Aaaaand then the pancake batter was flying. 

Okay.

Maybe the kitchen was every bit just as chaotic as the dining room. 

Tony stepped out of the elevator, Peter hesitantly following after him, and behind him were Wanda and Natasha. 

Clint and Sam were still fighting, while Vision was just chilling on a seat, looking as peachy as one can be as if the fight going on around him wasn't there. 

He didn't need to eat, but he enjoyed spending time with the others. 

Natasha sighed, skulking towards Clint and grabbing the back of his shirt like a mother cat would grab a kitten by the scruff of it's neck. 

"Wha- hey-!" Clint protested. "Naaaaaaaaatashaaaaaa!" 

Natasha didn't answer as she grabbed Sam by the back of his shirt and gave him the same treatment before she practically tossed them both in their own chair.

"Act like adults you two," she said sternly, taking full advantage of how intimidating her Russian accent tended to be. "We have company." 

"Wet sock," Clint grumbled. 

Natasha shot him a glare. 

Clint visibly withered. 

"Act. Like. An. Adult." Natasha practically growled out. 

"Y-Yes ma'am," Clint swallowed. 

"Children," Tony sighed, speaking to Peter. "All of them." 

"Okay," another voice yawned, stepping out of the elevator. "What'd I miss?" 

Peter whipped around.

"OH MY GOD!" He exclaimed. "YOU'RE THE BRUCE BANNER!" 

"Uh-" Bruce blinked, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes underneath his glasses. 

"I read your papers on how beta-gamma radiation affects cell regrowth and restructuring! My chem teacher regularly plays your lectures for class! My physics teacher has a poster of your face on the wall!" Peter gushed. "It is such an honor to meet you, Sir!" 

Bruce froze, utterly baffled by the appearance of a bright-eyed bushy kid gushing about his scientific works when the kid looked barely twelve.

"...Who is this?" 

"Oh, yeah," Tony said, running a hand through his hair. "You passed out after hulking out during yesterday's training session. You were out like a light for it." 

"This-" Tony started, clapping a hand down on Peter's shoulder, much to Peter's shock. "-Is Spiderman." 

"That can't be Spiderman," Bruce frowned. "That's just a kid." 

"Nope, this is Spiderman," Tony reaffirmed. 

"I-I'm Spiderman, Mr Bruce Banner Sir," Peter squeaked. "See?" 

And it was then Peter casually walked over to the wall, crawled up it, and then stood on the ceiling. 

"...Am I hallucinating, Tony?" Bruce asked, staring up at Peter. 

Clint dropped his glass of orange juice, jaw-dropping at the kid just casually standing on the ceiling. 

Natasha only raised an eyebrow as she sipped on a cup of tea Vision had made for her. 

Vision spared a glance up at Peter on the ceiling before looking back down. 

Pietro stared up at Peter, excited.

"Cool! Now I'm not the only one who can be on the ceiling!" He exclaimed.

"Hey! You can only be on the ceiling 'cause... cause..." Wanda started before turning to Vision. "Help me out, Vis." 

"I think what Wanda is getting at is that Pietro can only be on the ceiling while actively running at full speed," Vision spoke up. "As his speed allows him to skirt around the gravitational forces and gain enough momentum to go up walls and briefly skirt across ceilings at high speeds." 

"Kid?" Tony blinked, also staring up at the upside-down Spider Kid on the ceiling. "Uhhhhh I think there's a chance that Dr Cho might consider that 'extraneous activity'... you should probably come down." 

"Aw," Peter frowned, hopping off of the ceiling, flipping, and landing on his feet. 

"Breakfast is ready," Bucky grumbled suddenly as he poked his head out from the kitchen. 

...He had red pancake batter in his shoulder-length, black hair. 

"Ah," Natasha said as she sipped on a cup of tea. "You and Steve got into another pancake batter fight?" 

"HE STARTED IT!" Steve's voice bellowed from the kitchen.

"Children," Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They're children. All of them."

""YA OTORVU TVOYU RABOCHUYU RUKU, YESLI VY SO STIVOM NE NACHNETE VESTI SEBYA KAK VZROSLYYe DETI!" Natasha then shouted sharply in Russian.

"What she'd say, Buck?" Steve asked from behind him, splatters of normal-colored pancake batter dotting his apron. 

"You don't wanna know," Bucky shook his head before vanishing into the kitchen and returning with two big platters of pancakes.

"We got banana, chocolate, strawberry, and combos of all three," Bucky said, balancing the two platters on his remaining arm and prosthetic before setting it down on the big table that everyone was gathering around.

Oh my god. Peter thought. I'm gonna be eating pancakes with the Avengers.

"H-Hey, uhm..." Peter started, rather shyly. "Wh-where should I sit?" 

"Anywhere that's free, kid," Tony told him. 

He ended up sitting in a seat between Clint and Natasha.

Clint was still trying to clean up the orange juice from the cup he'd spilled when Peter was on the ceiling. 

Clint, Tony, Sam, and Wanda were reaching for the pancakes but when Peter begun to reach for them...

"No kid," Bucky said, shaking his head, his voice naturally rough. "These pancakes aren't for you. Steve's finishing up the last of the pancakes for us enhanced folk. These pancakes don't really have enough nutrients for you." 

"What do you mean, Mr Winter Soldier Barnes Sir?" Peter inquired. 

Bucky coughed.

"What'd he just call me?" ran through his head. 

He's been doing it to everyone. Wanda whispered into his head. You're not special. You should've seen the look on Pietro's face when he called him 'Mr Maximoff Quicksilver Sir'.

Bucky snorted. 

"You can call me Bucky, kid," He chortled. "As for what I mean..."

"-While all of us Avengers have a higher caloric requirement because of how physically active we are," Natasha started, cutting off Bucky and explaining it to Peter for him. "Those of us who have an enhanced metabolism need a lot more calories and nutrients to keep us going. And because not all of us have the time nor the energy to eat the amounts of food required to sustain us, we have a specifically formulated nutritional powder that has the extra calories and vitamins we need. You'll be getting the pancakes made with that." 

"Alright," Steve said, coming out of the kitchen.

He was holding two big platters of pancakes and an ungodly amount of cut-up fruit, syrup, and powdered sugar.

"...Why are the pancakes pink?" Peter asked innocently.

"Ask Sam and Clint that," Tony snorted.

"-HEY!" Clint responded indignantly. "It's not our fault it was hard to tell the difference..."

"You and Clint got your stomachs pumped three different times..." Bruce yawned, grabbing a couple of pancakes, dumping some fruit and chocolate syrup on it, and then munching away. "Even after we started labeling the food."

"It all looked the same!" Sam huffed as he grabbed his normal pancakes and loaded it up with toppings.  

"We labeled it!" Bruce huffed. "Labeled it!" 

"Bruce does have a point," Natasha remarked. "It's kinda hard to miss that..." 

"We added flavorless food dye to the nutrition powder after those two bird brains kept accidentally eating food meant for us," Bruce said, chewing on a piece of strawberry. And considering the fact that anything is poisonous in large enough amounts, yeah, they got more than a couple of lectures and stomach pumps courtesy of Dr Cho." 

"Go ahead, kid," Tony then started, fixing his own plate. "You can eat. Just make sure you grab the pink pancakes. And you can put whatever you want on it, too and as much as you want." 

Peter's eyes lit up.

"As much as I want?" He asked reverently. 

Food, yeah, he got food but... but there'd always been the way Aunt May would look at him, the tone of her voice, the way she carried herself if he ate too much... 

"Sure, son," Steve said, a pensive expression on his face. "As much as you want." 

Bucky had the same look.

As if they knew the reason behind why Peter got so excited at the prospect of as much food as he wanted. 

"Anyways..." Pietro started, "Any of you guys heard from Thor lately?" 

"Weren't he and Uhhhh Odin still trying to decide on Loki's punishment?" Clint responded. "Honestly think it's kinda unfair 'cause he was being mind controlled during that whole... incident." 

"Yeah it sure as a good thing you managed to get an arrow through that guy, Thanos's head," Tony remarked, sparing a glance up at Clint as he shoveled his pancakes into his mouth. "Who knows what that could've turned into later on down the line?" 

"Yeah," Clint agreed. "One of my better shots, if I do say so myself." 

This. Peter decided. Was something he could used to. 

The Avengers sitting around him, chatting idly about training, missions, random things...

Not the tense, lonely quiet he was used to.

And the pancakes were actually filling.

"So you're actually Spiderman, huh?" Bruce asked him, wrenching Peter away from his train of thought. "Are the webs biological or synthetic?" 

"Th-they're synthetic, Dr Banner, Sir," Peter responded excitedly. "I make the fluid for my web shooters myself in my school's chem lab when the teacher isn't looking." 

"Yeah, kid, speaking of which..." Tony started. "How did you come by the design for your web shooters? Pretty impressive for something that looks like scraps..." 

Peter's eyes lit up even more.

Tony Stark was asking him about one of his creations! 

"I had to figure out how to get the structure of spider silk proteins, and then figure out how to extrude it in what i needed," Peter started to ramble. "I ended up going with a design that was between a Super Soaker water blaster and real spider spinnerets. The web shooters work by having the 'base' web fluid and extruding it slash shooting it from the nozzle, compressing it, and forcing it into the 'silk'. And I even have a mechanism set up to add in chemicals at the nozzle to make it more sticky or enhance the strength. I've always wanted to mess around with it, but I've never had the chance to do it. 

"You'll have to copy down the schematics," Tony remarked. "I'm certain if we could make the specialized parts instead of using scrap metal, we'd be able to figure out how to add some features to it I'm sure. I need to take you up to the lab anyways for a chat." 

"I get to go up into your lab!?!" Peter gasped. "I get to see where you wrote all your papers about starkanium and arc reactors, energy, and nanotechnology?" 

Tony raised an eyebrow before laughing.

"I think that's the first time a kid got excited about my scientific works and not Iron Man," Tony smiled.

Not a "smile for the crowd" or a "smile, you're Iron Man" smile but a real, genuine smile. 

"Looks like our маленький паук is a smart one," Natasha said, teasing him lightly. 

"You probably shouldn't keep him up in your lab too long, Tony," Steve then started up, his face still one of contemplation. "His aunt will probably miss him." 

Steve (along with Bucky and Natasha-they were trained spies and assassins after all-they were always watching) watched as Peter paused before going-

"Oh! Aunt May?" He started. "She won't notice. I spend most of my weekends at my friend, Ned's, place! On the off chance she does try to check in-which is kind of unusual-i'll have Ned run interference-Oh!" 

Peter froze, dropping his fork. 

"Oh no! Ned and MJ must be worried about me!" He exclaimed. "They're the only two people who know! And they both freak out if i don't 'check in' with them after patrol! Mr Stark Iron Man Sir, where's my phone? I HAVE to text them!" 

"That broken thing?" Tony blinked. "The screen was smashed to bits. I have Friday copying everything over onto a private Stark Phone. Well. Not really. It's not exactly off the shelf. It's one I've personally made myself from scratch for... oh i forgot Pepper talked me into doing it for her personal assistant but I'll just build another one.. I think you'll probably need to reinstall that location scrambler, but everything else should be good."

Did... Did Tony Stark just tell me he's giving me a personal Stark phone? Peter blinked. That he had made himself?

"I'll give it to you first thing in the lab," Tony told him. 

"Thank you, Mr Stark, Iron Man Sir," Pete chirped excitedly. 

"Kid, please just call me Mr Stark," Tony chuckled. "Or Iron Man. Either one. But not both." 

"Yeah you're make him feel like an old man," Bucky snarked, poking a joke at Tony.

"Bold choice of words coming from somebody that's over ninety years old," Tony quipped back with a deadpan expression. 

Sam and Clint snorted. 

Bucky glared at them.

They stifled their laughter.

For the most part. 

Yeah. Peter could get used to this. 

When Peter had finished eating, Tony stood up and made a "come hither" motion.

"Alright kid," He had smiled. "Let's get you up to my lab." 

"Y-Yes M-Mr Stark, Sir!" Peter quickly said, getting up as he pushed the chair back and stood up. 

"No need for the extra 'Sir', kid," Tony said kindly. 

"Uh, okay Mr Stark," Peter said shyly. 

With that, Tony directed him back to the elevator, and the two got in.

"So," Tony started as thee elevator began to move. "What made you decide to be Spiderman, kid?" 

"Oh, uhm..." Peter started, looking down at his feet. "Well, my Uncle Ben, before he died, always said with great power comes great responsibility. He... He didn't know about the spider bite or my powers. He was a police officer, and he always said enforcing the law was both a great power and a great responsibility. After he... after he died, I didn't want to just sit around with these powers and do nothing. It didn't feel right."

And... And swinging through the streets of Manhattan was freedom.

Especially when the apartment that had once been so loving and cosy to him turned into a stifling mess that felt suffocating.

But like hell he'd tell Iron Man that!

As if he'd care...

"And you were thirteen at the time?" Tony clarified before chuckling. "Don't say this around Steve because he'd just yell at me some stuff about 'encouaging dangerous teenage behavior' but damn kid, impressive." 

Tony then paused, the look on his face changing to something more serious. 

"Still though, i guess i have to agree with Capsicle on that," He told Peter. "It was still dangerous. And your suit, when Cho cut it off you, the only sort of added protection anyone found was around your feet and shins." 

"W-well yeah," Peter stuttered. "The way i tend to land, it's needed..." 

"You also need protection from oh, i don't know, bullets?" Tony crossed his arms as the elevator came to a stop. 

"Well yeah, but bullet-resistant fabric costs a lot," Peter said truthfully. "Besides, I manage to dodge the bullets... most of the time." 

"How many times you been shot before, kid?" Tony sighed, stepping out of the elevator into his lab. 

"Uhm..." Peter said, scratching the back of his head as he wrenched the memories out of his head. "As a whole or on average...?" 

Y'know. Tony thought. I think i'm really starting to understand Steve's stance on this. He's been shot enough to have an average? 

"As a whole," Tony answered, already mentally making plans to contact T'Challa for some more Vibranium to build Spidey's suit with as he started rummaging around for that damned phone. 

"Like, twenty-four times," Peter shrugged before finally stepping out of the elevator, his eyes widening in sight at his surroundings.

Holotables were everywhere, displaying bits of coding or circuitry or components or formulas or schematics for a wide plethora of things and devices, work benches containing various projects in varying stages of completion. There was even a gutted Iron Man suit sitting on a frame!

"Whoa!" Peter gasped in awe. "This is amazing!" 

Peter came to a stop in front of the gutted, half-built Iron Man suit, wires and hardware exposed, like it was the most precious thing in the world.

To be fair, it was probably pretty high up there.

"You've been shot... twenty-four times before?" Tony frowned. 

"Yeah, they tend to heal up in a few days-"  Peter drabbled, still looking at the Iron Man suit to be.  "I heal fast! Last night was the first time that happened." 

"Yeah, that happened because your metabolism didn't have enough nutrients to sustain the healing factor," Tony sighed, finally spotting that damned phone in between a workbench and one of the holotables. "We'll make sure to send you home with some protein bars..." 

Tony leaned down, reaching his arm into the crevice and pulled it out.

It was then Peter looked over and saw his web shooters with the casing containing the wiring for the extruding mechanisms connecting the spinneret nozzles to the web fluid cartridges. 

"My webshooters?" Peter questioned aloud, pointing at them. "Why do you have them?"

"Oh! Those?" Tony said, crossing back across the room back to Peter. "As I said earlier, I've been trying to figure out the configurations and mechanisms. I've been trying to take them apart to figure out the schematics, but the fact the fact it looks like it's made of pieces of scrap is making it somewhat confusing figuring out what is what..." 

Peter's eyes widened. 

The Tony Stark was having trouble figuring out something he made!?!

"-And really, this tech and the chemistry of the fluid you use to make your webs is extraordinary and I have scientists downstairs that would kill to get their hands on this web fluid-" Tony continued on. "Really, kid, how do you-hey you okay?"

"I-I'm fine Mr Stark Iron Man Sir!" Peter replied quickly, shaking himself out of the awe-induced shock. "It's just... you really want to know more about my web shooters and the web fluid?" 

"Of course, Kid," Tony said, offering up a smile as he handed Peter the phone. "It really is some neat stuff, and could have all kinds of practical uses and applications." 

Peter reverently opened the phone box and turned it on.

"How do you manage the chemical formula, anyway?" 

Peter began to ramble on about the process of making a single batch of web fluid, fine-tuning, and chemical compositions as he turned on the phone and swiftly hacked into his, Ned's and MJ's group chat.

Peter-Man

DUDES

YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT

TheOneBraincell

Peter

Benjamin

Parker

WHERE IN THE SWEET VINE LOVING ABYSS WHERE YOU

Peter-Man

Uh, i got shot

GuyInTheChair

Again???

TheOneBraincell

AND YOUR RADIOCTIVE ASS DECIDED TO GO SILENT ON US????

Peter-Man

I passed out

Anyways

TheOneBraincell has changed Peter-Man's name to Spider-Idiot

Spider-Idiot

MJ, really?????????

TwT

GuyInTheChair

She has a point dude

Besides, didn't we agree that if you got into trouble as Spidey that you would contact one of us?

Spider-Idiot

Yeah which is what i tried to do last night

I'd gotten shot as i foiled an armed robbery 

And

I texted Ned and it turns out i didn't

TheOneBraincell

Peter

If you've gotten yourself kidnapped  i swear on Kateryna Pavlenko's vocal cords I'm going to kill you

Spider-Idiot

Uhm, no

So

How do i explain it

Ned if you ain't already then sit down

GuyInTheChair

What

whyyyyyyyie tho

Spider-Idiot

Just trust me

GuyInTheChair

Fine

Spider-Idiot

Okay so i accidentally texted Tony Stark and uhhhhh i came too in the Avengers Med Bay and now Tony Stark is chatting to me about my web shooters

GuyInTheChair

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TheOneBraincell

For once, i am repeating his question

what

Spider-Idiot

Yeah uhm i apparently accidentally texted Tony Stark while i was actively bleeding out as i made a typo putting in the number

So I more or less got rescued by Tony Stark

GuyInTheChair

Task failed successfully

So is Tony Stark really talking to you about your web shooters??????????

Spider-Idiot

HE IS

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT

"-You're gonna have to swing back by here so you can really sit down and show me how to replicate this stuff," 

"What?" Peter blinked. "When!?!" 

"When you come back to pick up your new suit, obviously," Tony said matter-of-factly. 

"N-new suit!?!" 

"Yes, and we can discuss training then," Tony continued. "You're good, but you need some type of training and proper equipment before any of us would be comfortable with letting you back on the street. You'll have to take a break until the new suit is finished, though, so you don't get shot again, okay?" 

Normally, Peter would be upset at someone telling him he couldn't be Spidey for who knows how long, but A) this was Tony Stark B) HE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT A NEW SPIDEY SUIT.

"Kid- Kid!?!" Tony sputtered somewhere in the background as the shock of TONY STARK AKA IRON MAN MAKING HIM A SUPER SUIT rapidly overwhelmed him, causing inky black to swallow his vision up as he promptly fainted from the sheer shock of it all. 

After all, there's only so much shock and awe one Spider Teen can take.

Tak - Ukrainian for "Yes"

Mаленька ведьма - Little Witch

Ще п'ять хвилин... - Five more minutes

That long ass string of Russian Black Widow shouts at Bucky roughly translates to is "If you don't act like an adult i will rip your working arm off" I think there's something else in there about her shoving it down his throat but this chapter took me like around a month to write so enough time has passed i don't remember TwT