A/N: Okayyy so Mondler2017 is going to hate me buuuuuut, I'm starting a new fic. This is a one-shot collection of Spider-Man stuff and the occasional Tony Stark stuff. I will be taking requests. This will be ongoing and will never be discontinued...you may just have to wait a while for the next chap.

Getting real for a second, I suck at writing. This is me trying to get better at writing. I will take any and all criticisms because I think I have some good ideas, I just don't know how to write them. I have another chap. mostly written up, I just have to do a couple more paragraphs. I will try and get it out as soon as possible but my Dad is coming home tomorrow from Korea.

That aside, a lot of these will be angst but I am trying to write more fluff.

Please enjoy (and if you don't, atleast tell me what I did wrong.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man, sadly.

Today sucked. Rather, tonight sucked. Peter had been working his ass off all day (it being Saturday) blowing off both Ned and Aunt May to swing around in the suit Mr. Stark gave him. He thought, thought that he could patrol for a couple of hours before going home. Ha, naive Peter Parker. No, he had gotten up bright and early this morning in hopes for a movie night tonight with Aunt May to make up for his absence, but he couldn't seem to catch a break. It seemed that everyone thought today was the perfect day (and night) to be stupid-heads. He stopped two bank robberies (seriously? Those almost never pay off anyway!), four almost-car-crashes, and he doesn't know how many freaking muggings. Every time he stopped one idiot, he had to go stop another, his Spidey-Sense becoming a constant throb.

The over-worked teenager was currently helping a woman up from the ground where she had fallen via shock. Behind him, the offending mugger was shouting at him from his webbing prison, struggling to break free.

Peter was seriously losing his patience, so he turned around and shot a span of webbing unceremoniously at the man's mouth. The man looked shocked for a moment before turning angry, struggling harder at the strands of webbing.

Peter sighed before his enhanced ears suddenly picked up a yelp a couple of streets down.

Inwardly groaning, he turned and told the woman to call the police, before running off towards the yelp. He arrived at an alleyway (seriously all crime starts in alleyways, when could these people learn to be a little less cliche?) to find a man in a business suit pressed against a dumpster, cowering away from a man in a black hoodie.

Seriously?! Another mugging?

He walked forward raising his hand to shoot a web at the mugger's back, pulling him down. Normally he would be throwing quips and having a bit more fun, but he was exhausted. He hurt too, his exhaustion leading to him being to slow to dodge sloppy hits, resulting in a couple of painful bruises. Peter then proceeded to silently web the man to the ground, ignoring the vulgarities being yelled at him.

He robotically turned around to help the cowering man up from the ground, not even paying attention. The night had become so robotic that Peter hardly even noticed what was going on anymore, just going through the motions.

Spidey-Sense. Run. Web. Optional Punch and Kick. Lots of webs. Help victim.

Repeat.

Repeat all fucking night long.

For the moment, his both enhanced hearing and Spidey-Sense were picking up nothing. Maybe, just maybe, he could have a quick moments rest.

After the man in the business suit was gone, he walked over to the wall by the dumpster, ready to climb to the roof and wait.

He was about to press his gloved hands to the wall when something glinting in the moonlight caught his eye.

The teenager turned to the ground by the dumpster to see a bundle of old DVD players, a toaster, and a beat-up watch.

Peter, for the first time that night, allowed a smile to spread under his mask.

Maybe this night wasn't so bad after all.

Tony Stark sat on his lavish couch, a light smile playing at his lips.

He was scrolling through News Feed and Twitter notifications, observing the photos of a certain spandex clad teenager.

Tony watched amusedly as he found a video of his protege, swinging through Queens with a bundle of electronics under his arm.

Once a dumpster-diving nerd, always a dumpster-diving nerd.