Peter watched the shaky hand held camera footage, with wide unblinking eyes. The malfunctioning Quinjet was flashing brighter than the stars in the night sky. The camera suddenly zoomed in, people where shouting and screaming at the sight of flames erupting from the jets turbines. The camera was zoomed in as far as it could, a small smidge of red and blue could just be seen on top of the jet as it suddenly began to turn, away from the city.

"Parker!" His Spanish teacher shouted, stepping in front of him before pushing down his laptop screen.

"Aren't you meant to be studying?" She questioned in her usual strong Spanish accent. Peter looked around, his fellow class mates familiar faces staring straight at him.

"Sorry." Peter quickly replied, to tired to make up any excuse. His teacher simply shook her head disapprovingly before proceeding to check on her other students. Ned suddenly leaned over.

"That was so cool." He whispered. "Where you scared?" Ned took a quick breath. "What would have happened if you had fell?" He rapidly asked. "Did you get saved by Iron Man again?"

"Ned." Peter wanted to clasp his hand over his friend's mouth. Ned got the picture and hung his head in apology. Peter retrieved his Spanish book from his bag, he had only just opened his book and got a pen in hand when Ned leaned back over.

"How's your Aunt dealing with the whole Spider-Man thing?" Peter just dropped his head onto his desk, letting out a long sigh of frustration.

He stood at his front door, key in his hand. He knew his Aunt was home. After that day when she had found him, suit on, mask in hand. They had a long chat, about everything. Except for a few dangerous details. From the spider bite, to Tony Stark recruiting him to help fight captain America, to then fighting the mechanical winged man, or the Vulture as the media had come to call him. He had done all the talking, she had just sat in silence, her eyes locked on a small picture of Uncle Ben on the mantel piece. Peter had tried to explain that he became Spider-Man for Uncle Ben, so what happened would hopefully never happen again to another innocent family. He had been taken of guard when she all of a sudden turned to him, eyes locked with his.

"You can't save them all." She had told him, before getting up without a word, and walking off shutting her bedroom door behind her. Leaving Peter alone, silence circling him. Peter dragging himself from the memory went to put the key in the lock when the door unexpectedly opened. Aunt May stood handbag slung over her shoulder, her usual simple work cloths on.

"Peter." She smiled adjusting her glasses, surprised to find him standing just outside the door. Peter just smiled in reply, no longer able to just enjoy a simple a conversation with his Aunt. "How was your day?" She asked with a warm smile, as they awkwardly stood at the door.

"Good, yeah was a normal day." Peter quickly replied, unable to make eye contact. A few seconds of silence passed.

"I've got to go to work but we can go for some Thai for dinner later, when I get back?" She finally asked.

"Yeah sure, I'll see you later." Peter responded before slipping past her and into the house, leaving May to close the door behind him.

Throwing his bag to the floor, Peter collapsed onto the bottom bunk of the bunk bed. He recalled how it had been a gift from a close friend when Peter had suddenly been forced into his Aunt and Uncles care. With his face on the smooth black and cream chequered sheets, the gentle warm sun bathed the room in a yellow glow. Blocking out the noise from the busy bustling street just outside his window. His eye lids easily slipped closed.

A buzzing sound echoed in his ears, his eyes creaked open, the sun had long since set. Dazed by the number of hours he had slept for, he fumbled around for his phone thinking that's where the buzzing was coming from. After searching his pockets to no avail, he pushed himself up off his bed and headed for the light switch. Suddenly in the corner of his eye Peter noticed a dim green light coming from his window, he turned and gasped. Two familiar green eyes stared him down. Peter went for his school bag, his web shooters tucked safely away. Before he could retrieve them an explosion sent him flying, crashing against one of his poster covered walls, and then knocking the newly built Lego death star to the floor shattering it into tiny pieces. Peter didn't even care, fear having gripped his thoughts and limbs. A deafening ringing in his ears having disorientated him, Peter didn't even have time to regain himself before something latched onto his right leg and proceeded to drag him across the wooden floor of his bedroom. The sound of the two small turbine engines in the Vulture's wing suit, a terrifying sound he remembered all to well. Peter's hands grasped around for something to grab onto, but then he was pulled through the crumbling remains of his window. His hands dangled down in front of him as the solid ground started to get further and further away, as he ascended towards the sky. Peter cried out as he attempted to kick his leg free, but the mechanical grasp of the Vulture held strong. Peter managed to lift his head enough to see the Vulture staring down at him, his piercing green eyes blinding against the black night sky.

"How did you get out of jail? How can you do this to Liz all over again?!" Peter shouted against the strong winds, as they climbed higher and higher. Peter no longer struggled, if he was to be dropped now he would surely die. The street lights bellow now only a blur. Without a word the Vulture released his painful grip on his leg, Peter cried out as he began to tumble towards the unforgiving ground. The wind pulled at his limbs, his body contorting as it was pulled around viciously. Every now and then the quickly looming solid ground would come into view for a few seconds.

"Tony!" Peter called out. "Tony!" He repeated, his voice being snatched away by the wind. Peter watched cars come into view bellow, he scrunched his eyes closed awaiting the inevitable.

Peter gasped, struggling for air. Launching of his bed onto the bedroom floor, the now setting sun beaming through the window. Sweat dripping from his face, back pressed against the cold wooden floor, his chest rapidly rising and falling. Confused and barely breathing a sudden buzzing stopped his heart. But the realization that it was his phone buzzing in his bag settled him slightly, he pushed himself onto his chest crawling over to his bag. He reached in and retrieved his phone, the screen revelling the caller before Peter hit answer and put the phone to his ear before dropping his back to the floor.

"Hay Mr Stark." Peter pretty much wheezed.

"Kid you alright?" Tony asked with an unusual amount of concern.

"Yeah, yeah… just been, working out." He obviously lied.

"Sure." Tony wasn't fooled as easily as Peter had hoped. "Tell me, don't tell me. I don't care." Tony simply told him. "I called to tell you that you friend 'The Vulture' has been sentenced to a life behind bars with no chance of parole." Tony couldn't help but take a small dig at the name. Peter was still trying to catch his breath as he listened. "He may have lost everything, but thanks to you he didn't loose his life." Tony paused. "Good job kid." Tony awkwardly told him.

"Thanks Mr Stark."

"Tony, call me Tony." Peter nodded, only realizing a few seconds later that Tony wasn't actually looking at him. "Ok well keep up the good work kid, I'll be around for the next couple of days. Have a press conference and a couple of parties to attend, the usual."

"Cool, sweet. Thanks Mr… Tony." Peter corrected himself.

"Right, stay close to the ground." And with that he hung up. Peter just dropped his phone to the floor, only now his breathing returning to normal.

Authors Notes

Hay, I write in small chapters hope thats ok with people who haven't read my work before, I'm dyslexic also so thats another reason that my chapters are kinda short. It just takes me forever to write thats all. Hope you liked the chapter, love to see some reviews. More to come.