A/N: Okay, so I am writing this along time before I plan to post this, as it will mess up my timeline that I have set. Though, I may put up this first chapter as a test to see what kind of reactions I get before,living forward... Yeah, in all likelihood, I'll probably do that... Anyways, let us get on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone! It's all Sony, Marvel, and Disney.

All Peter remembers is living in a, well, bunker. He has been living here ever since his parents were killed by S.H.E.I.L.D. agents. Apparently, Peter's father had been working on research to help the world, but that would cause the organization the agents worked for to lose power over the people, and they couldn't have that. While attempting to flee, his father had injected him with a serum based off his research, making Peter the "greatest hope for the world". Peter was not sure at first how he felt about his father injecting him with an untested serum, but he eventually came to the conclusion it was for the best.

After Peter's parents were killed, some of the people that were secretly working with his father took him in. Upon realizing what Richard had done, they hind him in a bunker, away from the eyes of the organization that killed his parents. In the public, the people who took him in worked in a company, Oscorp. But secretly, they were part of a movement to take S.H.E.I.L.D. down.

The bunker was not uncomfortable, as the scientists who raised him spoiled him with a pretty comfortable room, considering everything. The only real downer was the tests they had to put him through. Tests to create solutions to the issues that lay outside of the bunker, as a result of the agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D. He has never seen the outside personally, not even from the news, as he didn't have a tv or radio. Or at least, he hadn't seen any of that since his parents were killed when he was an infant, but he trusted those who had taken him in.

Every day was the same routine. Get up, breakfast, tests, recover if needed, lunch, study what the scientists taught him education wise, train to use his powers for Oscorp's benefit, dinner, sleep, repeat. Nothing ever changed.

At least, nothing changed until the Avengers showed up with aliens coming out of a portal in the sky. Peter remembered when he first heard about them when he overheard one of the scientists mention them to another, describing them as a potential "problem".

Eventually, Peter was briefed that the group was under S.H.I.E.L.D. They apparently caused havoc in Germany while attempting to act as "heroes". He couldn't believe it. No one under that organization should be ever seen as heroes. Peter immediately hated them.

Not even a week later, chaos erupted.

Scientists flew all of the place, clearly in a panic, grabbing about as much as they could from locked drawers. Soon enough, a man named Norman Osborn, the leader of this organization, came down and pulled Peter to the side.

"Pack what you need, quickly." The man ushered Peter to his room, "There is no time to waste. All hell is breaking loose." Peter did as instructed, packing mostly clothes and books, and met Norman at his door.

"What's going on?" Peter questioned, as they whipped around through the hallways.

"New York is currently under attack. We need to leave." The older man informed, pressing a button to an elevator, which Peter had neve home on before, "We need to get you safe. The Avengers are involved."

The young man widened his eyes and looked to his superior, "Shouldn't I help the people? Isn't that my purpose?"

Norman shook his head, "No, not now. You are not ready. This is not the right time."

"How is it not?"

"We don't know anything about these people. Can't have you going to battle blindly. Not when they likely know everything about you, being under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s command."

"But people could be dyi-"

"Peter, you are to follow me to the safe house. That is it. End of discussion." Peter frowned and slumped back, only to have the elevator bing, causing Peter to jump in surprise, and open to the first floor of Oscorp.

Peter was led through the building, which had people in a panic, running around everywhere. The whole thing was a mess. Eventually, they made it into a garage, and Norman pulled out keys and motioned for Peter to get in the car. Hesitantly doing so, as Peter still believed he should be helping people, the young man placed his bag on his lap.

Once they pulled out into the street, Peter was shocked by what he saw. He had no recollection of being outside before, but he was pretty sure that there was not supposed to be a large hole in the sky with strange-looking beings coming through.

It did not take long to spot the Avengers, who looked exactly as described, running around and fighting the strange creatures... 'Are they aliens?' He wondered to himself. He then expressed his question to Norman, who shrugged.

"We think that this whole 'alien invasion' thing is just a act, a very good one at that, in order to set the Avengers up as heroes. They likely inlisted the help of their alien friend, Thor." Peter nodded in understanding as they continued down the road.

Turning a corner, as to avoid some nasty-looking aliens, they came face-to-face with some of the alien friends. Okay, not face-to-face, as the aliens weren't right in front of them, and they seemed to not be paying the car any attention. Instead, they surrounded a girl, about Peter's age, with beautiful blonde hair.

Without even thinking, the young man hopped out of the car and raced towards the group. It didn't take him much of an effort to take the group down, simply just a few swings and the use of their own weapons against them. Once he was done, he turned to the girl.

"Are you alright?" He helped her up.

"Y-yes. Yes, I am fine. Thank you." She gave a small smile, "That was pretty impressive."

"Oh, that?" Peter looked down at his feet, "I guess it was. Even surprised myself."

The girl giggled, "I'm Gwen, by the way. Gwen Stacy."

Peter smiled, "I can see that." He motioned to her name tag. 'She works at Oscorp. A good guy.', "I'm P-"

"Peter! We need to go, now." Osborn called from his car.

"I can't leave her." The young man looked at him, plea in his eyes.

"No, no. Go ahead. I'm near a safety bunker my dad had set aside for my family. Makes a lot of enemies as a police chief. Besides, it's not a good idea to keep Mr. Osborn waiting." She laughed.

"Are you sure?" Peter questioned, he really didn't want to let her go.

"It's right over there." She pointed at an area behind Peter, "I think I can handle myself enough to get thirty feet without getting killed."

"Okay." The young man sighed, "If you are sure." Gwen placed a kiss on his cheek as she walked past him, causing Peter to freeze for a second, before turning to watch her.

Gwen waved at Norman, "I will see you at work once this is all over, Mr. Osborn."

"Certainly, Miss Stacy." The older man replied with a small, fake smile. Seeing that Gwen made it to her destination, Peter moved to hop in the car with a wide grin. However, he stopped when he recognized the woman known as "Black Widow" staring at him, eyes squinted with her brows furrowed together. She had seen the fight. Peter decided to try to ignore her as he stepped into the car, putting the grin that had slipped his face for a second there back on.

"Don't get used to all this." Norman cautioned upon seeing Peter's smile. He clearly hadn't noticed the Avenger, "You know what your purpose is."

"Yes, of course, sir. I know." Peter sighed.

"Then we shall be on our way."

Looking back on that day now, Peter realized that he had just set himself up for heartbreak. He connected with someone, and he should have immediately known that that would be a fatal mistake. A fatal mistake that punished the one he cared for, brining him to tears and misery.