Hello, and welcome to my new fan fiction! This is my second one on the new Spider-man Homecoming movie… Which I love. But this time, this one will not be a one-shot.

Summary: (Feel free to skip this part )

This story takes place the day after the plane fight scene. When Peter is on his way to school, he notices people are more interested in him. When he gets to school he finds out that some brilliant person in New York was able to find security footage that revealed his identity.

Hope you guys like it! Sorry for any spelling errors, or mistakes in general. I'm not perfect.

***DISCLAIMER*** Like all of my fan fictions, I don't own anything… If I did, I'd be the happiest person alive .

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The battle last night had given Peter Parker- a.k.a. Spider-man, though only his friend Ned, and Mister Stark know- quite a few cuts and bruises. Yes, his super healing had jumped into action, but it wasn't done with its mission. Whenever someone bumped into him, he'd flinch, because it was still quite tender. When Peter got home the previous night, Aunt May hugged him so hard he thought his wounds would begin bleeding again.

He had no trouble going to sleep that night. The night had passed way too fast for his liking. Before Peter knew it he was running to catch his train to get to school on time.

The train ride to school was different than the other times. For one, he wasn't texting the heck out of Happy. After last night, he didn't think he needed to do anything big for a while. Today he had more time to people-watch. There were lots of adults hustling to get to work, a couple older citizens there for the ride, and a couple kids also on the way to school. One thing he noticed while he looked around the train was whenever he turned to look at someone else; they'd jerk their head away from him. Obviously they were looking at him. That usually happens in a crowded city. But it happened every time he looked at someone. Why was he so intriguing today? It was starting to make Peter uncomfortable. His spidey-sense wasn't alerting him of anything, so he wasn't going to get mugged or anything. Maybe he had toothpaste on his face… Peter casually brushed his hand over his cheeks. Nope, nothing there. He was wearing clothes; his hair was kind of combed. Maybe they're all people-watching, too… but just watching him.

When it was his turn to get off the bus he couldn't have been gladder to get away from those people. But when he stepped onto the platform people looked at him again, at least those who cared to look up from their mobile devices.

Ugh, can this day get any more awkward? Peter asked himself. Yes.

The same thing happened when he crossed the football field. They all stopped playing, and the coaches stopped… coaching. Some of them started whispering; trying to be as discreet as they could about it, but it was no use since Peter had elevated hearing.

"Is that him?"

"He's punier than in the pictures."

"Man, who would've guessed?"

So far this day had only been a couple hours long, for Peter, and he didn't feel like solving their questions. Picking up his pace a bit, he entered the main building.

"Goodness!" Peter shouted when, once again, everyone pressed the pause button on what they were doing. "What is the deal with everyone in New York?" He said, slightly quieter.

That's when the T.V. turned on; showing the two, somewhat happy faces of Betty and Jason for… early announcements?

"Good Morning," Betty put on a fake smile. "As you all know, our school hero, Spider-man, made an awesome appearance last night."

The screen switched to security footage they most likely got off another news channel.

The footage showed the tops of a couple roller coasters, and a calm beach- the same beach he fought on last night. That's when a fiery aircraft crashed down on the sand. Flames quickly following the debris that were scattered. Amongst all the fire, a small figure in red and blue, sat in the sand. This must have been edited because it started to zoom in. It zoomed in close enough that the only thing you could see was the back of the Spider-man's head. That's when NYC's very own super hero pulled off his make-shift mask, and revealed, the one and only, Peter Parker. No doubt about it… it was him.

"No, no, no, no, no," Peter mumbled, looking away from the broadcast. "This explains a lot."

That's when chaos broke through the doors. Dozens of reporters flooded into the building, swarming around Peter. Asking him all sorts of ridiculous questions, and snapping as much pictures as they could. Peter's senses were going out of whack, due to all the noise, and lights going on and off. Even some of the students were joining the mob.

Of course, Peter thought. Of course the press is here. He was just surprised they hadn't shown up earlier.

What to do? What to do? He couldn't escape this madness by cutting through the crowd.

Seriously, Peter? He asked himself. Up! You useless spider.

Without hesitation, the half-human jumped up, and stuck himself to the ceiling. As he looked down on the upside down world, he searched for a place to hide away. Outside was out of the question. Out there there'd be even more press that had already come. A room would be nice, preferably one without windows. His head automatically shot back towards the end of the hall. The Janitors closet. Luckily Peter was still wearing his web shooters, and was able to fire a web to get him past the crowd. When he landed, he ran past the few lingering students, into the closet while a stampede of reporters, camera men, and eager students chased him. Peter quickly slammed the door and locked it, along with webbing the sides the door just in case someone jimmied the lock.

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Peters POV

I stepped away from the door, as people hammered against it, asking (more like begging) me to come out.

I ran my fingers through my hair.

Gosh. Why do people need to know everyone's secrets?

If this many people knew, Aunt May knew, or was going to find out.

My phone began buzzing in my back pocket… Speaking of Aunt May. Oh no.

"H-hey, Aunt May," I stuttered, closing my opposite ear so I could hear her.

"Hi, Peter. Anything you think you should tell me?"

"May, I'm sorry! I swear I was going to tell you, I just- just-"

"Just what?! Why would you not tell me about this?"

I could sense the hurt in her voice.

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

"How would I get hurt when you get hurt every night?"

When I woke up this morning I never thought I'd be explaining this to her.

"Because, if someone found out who I was, they'd come after you."

"Then tell me so I would know why I was being hurt!"

"If you knew, you wouldn't have let me go out at night!"

There was silence on the other side.

"May, people would die if I didn't go out."

"I understand."

I nodded, though no one could see it.

"Are you okay?" May asked her tone much calmer now. "After last night?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah. I'm fine," I lied.

Aunt May half laughed. "How 'bout you come home so I can check you out?"

For a second there I forgot where I was.

"Uh, I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm hiding."

Her voice switched to her worrying tone. "From who?"

"The press."

"You're at school right?"

"Yeah, in the Janitors closet."

"I'll be there in a couple minutes, okay?"

There's no point in stopping her. She was coming, but I don't think she'll be able to get past the press… which was still pounding on the door.

"Okay, May."

Oh man. This is not how I wanted today to go.

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It wasn't even 8:30 when Tony Stark got his first notification.

"Sir," FRIDAY's voice interrupted Tony while he was having breakfast.

"What?"

"Mr. Parker seems to be in trouble."

"What is it now?"

"It's the press, sir. They found out who Mr. Parker is."

Tony almost spat out his food. "How?"

"There is security footage from last night. Would you like me to pull it up?"

"Spare me the time. Also, remind me to thank the kid for doing that."

"Noted."

"Where's the kid now?"

"Mr. Parker is at school."

"Is the press there?"

"Yes, sir."

"Crap. FRIDAY get the car ready, will you?" Tony got up and placed the rest of his food by the sink. Breakfast could wait. Right now a certain spider could use some help.

"Car is ready, sir."

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When Tony stepped into the school, he saw teachers yelling at the press, telling them to leave. But, the press had no intentions to leave. May Parker was also there, along with Peters friend, Ned. Both were trying to persuade Peter to come out of the Janitors closet.

Tony casually walked over to May. Once she saw the billionaire, she slapped him right across the face.

"You knew didn't you?"

Tony rubbed his cheek. "Ouch, yes, I knew."

By the time there small conversation had ended, the press noticed another celebrity was there, and started swarming Tony.

"Tony Stark! Is there anything you would like to say on identity of Spider-man?" A female reporter yelled over all the others.

"Yes," Tony answered. "If you don't leave you're gonna kill the poor boy, while he starves to death in that closet."

The chatter quieted down.

"So unless you leave now, you'll never be able to get the answers you want."

After Tony's last statement, several news stations backed out the door.

"I will also make sure none of you are invited to my press conferences."

There's the golden threat. The rest of the news stations piled out the door, hoping to not be the last caught in the building. Here in New York, Tony Stark and the Avengers made "Front Page" news stories. You'd be fired if you caused you're company from not going to their press conferences.

"Finally I can hear myself think," Tony walked over to the Janitors closet, where May and the others were, and knocked on the door. "Hey, kid. Press is gone. You can come out now."

It must have been an hour because the webs that kept the door closed had dissolved.

The door slowly opened as if Peter didn't believe they were gone.

The boys head peaked out and scanned the area.

"Finally," He moaned. Then noticed he had some sort of an audience. Majority of the teachers that taught at the school, including Aunt May, Ned, and Mister Stark.

"Hey buddy," Aunt May pulled her nephew into a hug.

"So the world found out your secret," Tony walked over and patted Peter on the back.

"What do I do know?"

"Well, every news reporter from Alabama to here will want a full-on story from you so it's probably a good idea to not go out in public for a while."

"I can't really lay low, Mister Stark. I live in the 'public'," Peter frowned.

"I'm not done. Gosh, stop interrupting me. There's plenty of room Upstate. You could stay there until we get the press to back off."

"What about May?"

"Still not done, Parker," Goodness this kid's annoying, Tony thought before finishing. "May can come, too."

The two stared at each other for awhile.

"You done?" Peter asked, hoping he wasn't interrupting again.

"Yes, I'm done."

Peter rolled his eyes, "Okay. May?"

May took a deep breath in, "Yeah, yeah. I guess. If the press isn't gonna back away, I guess it's the best choice we have."

Tony clasped his hands together. "Excellent. I'll drive you over to your house, you can pack, and we'll go Upstate."

With that, the three walked towards the exit.

Peter turned around. "Bye Ned." This was the last time he'd probably see his best friend for a while.

Ned gave a half smile, "Bye Peter."

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