"7 AM!" A boy slammed open the doors of the house yelling as he went.

Peter groaned rolling over in his bed and pulling his pillow over his head. He could hear his roommates all crawling out of bed each one trying to race for the bathroom and claim it as their own.

"Peter get up, time for school!" Peter jolted awake, not sure when he'd dozed off again.

"Yeah yeah," he muttered slowly sitting up and shivering when he came in contact with the cold air. He wanted nothing more than to snuggle back into his blankets. He'd gotten back from patrol around 2:30 that morning and his body desperately wanted more sleep. "He stumbled out of bed and into the now vacant bathroom most of the kids already downstairs at the table eating. He brushed his teeth and ran a wet brush through his hair. Peter looked up into the mirror and sighed "He could look far worse and his hair had never been tameable even when he did have a decent shower.

He took the stairs two at a time and grabbed an apple from the middle of the table wiping it against his hoodie. It only had one bruise on it so Peter counted it as a win. He looked at the Calendar and cursed under his breath.

"Where's the money pile for rent?" He asked

"Over here." One of the younger girls held up the bucket and Peter added all the money he had in his wallet. He caught sight of the nearly full gallon of milk on the table and sighed "Alright who'd you steal from."

"The delivery guy. Come on Peter we're not stealing from him, we're stealing from the government."

"Sure, it's just-"

"Peter he doesn't give a damn, besides I service him generously." One of the older girls grinned and he rolled his eyes trying not to look too disgusted at her innuendo. He didn't want to offend her she was mean when she wanted to be.

"I don't want to know."

"Then stop asking, we do what we do to get by, besides you've already got Jill to quit stealing from the good neighbors."

"Yeah" Jill a deceptively cute 10 years old grinned "Now I only steal from the sex offender who lives down the block and carl."

One of the older girls ruffled Jill's pig tails "That's my girl."

"Hey, we're $12.67 short on rent."

"I've got photo's to sell to Jamison today so I can get the last of it." He told them as he headed for the door.

The New York air was cold and crisp and Peter walked briskly until he was out of the residential slums before ducking into a nearby alleyway and using his webs to get him the rest of the way to Midtown.

He never felt better than when he was in the air. He wished the rest of his life could be so easy.

"I WANTED THAT PICTURE!"

Peter heard the yell from the elevator and cringed. The lift doors opened and he stepped out on high alert to be yelled at.

"Peter." Jameson's secretary smiled pleasantly at him from her desk. Peter had no idea how she could stay so calm and kind when she worked with the man currently yelling at the top of his lungs. "You're just in time, the guy he's yelling at screwed up at getting the pictures Jonah wanted, Now you can swoop in and do a better job of it. Win win, you might even get a better paycheck out of it."

"Thanks for the heads up Betty." Peter grinned in triumph at this rate he'd be able to pay rent and have some money left over for groceries and bills. Score!

"I like you, Parker, you're a sweet kid." She told him.

"I'm 15"

"Still a kid." Betty laughed.

"GET OUT! You're Fired!" The door slammed open the small window shaking from the forceful impact of the door. Peter absentmindedly wondered if it ever broke or maybe they'd had to replace it so many times they used a more sturdy glass.

"Parker! Where have you been?!"

Peter jumped standing straight and looking at the man in question "Um at School."

Jameson shook his head as if what Peter had said was the most absurd thing he'd ever heard "Well get over here." He walked back in his office mumbling to himself Peter caught the tail end of it with his advanced hearing "really what's more important school or my newspapers, damned kids."

He followed Jameson quickly into his office scooting by the shaking photographer who'd just been fired. He couldn't help a twinge of sympathy for the man even though he was, in essence, taking his job.

"Alright, kid, I need you at the Stark Expo tonight."

"What?" Stark Expo, Peter cringed at the name. It seemed all he did was cringe lately.

"You're not exactly a full-time photographer but seeing as our last guy got himself caught by Tony freaking Stark and had his camera confiscated. That rude asshat! He's definitely hiding his nefarious activities. He and those Avengers are up to something I can feel it in my bones."

Peter gaped, was Jameson really trying to slander the Avengers?! Sure he did it to Spider Man all the time, but compared to that,... The Avengers! It was just unreal. "But sir they saved New York! They saved the world"

"Oh come on these so called heroes happen to show up right when we have an alien invasion. Please, they probably brought the damn things here, to begin with."

"But-"

"I don't have time for your morals Parker, are you going to get me these pictures or not! I'll give you 200$ if I like the ones you get."

Peter really didn't want to be apart of this, but $200 was a lot of money, he could really use that cash. "I'll do it, sir."

"That's a good man, now Betty will give you your press badge. Don't screw this one up Parker and I may have more jobs for you in the future."

"Of course, thank you, sir."

"Well don't just stand there with your mouth gaping, GO!"

Peter was glad when he shut the door behind him. Dealing with the head of the daily bugle exhausted him. "Hey, Betty."

"Congratulations Peter, Here's your press badge…" She seemed to hesitate and Peter tilted his head

"What is it?"

"You do own a suit right if you want to get anywhere near that expo you're going to need to look the part."

Peter winced he hadn't even thought about that. Crap. "Uh… no worries, I'll come up with something."

"Good luck."

"Thanks, Betty." Peter grinned.

"I need a suit!"

"Did you say $200!"

"Yes, but I need a suit. We can't afford a suit!"

"You can use Frank's"

"Frank has a suit?"

"The old one from his wedding. It's ancient and we'll have to hem it a little but it's something."

"What if he notice's?"

Tracey and Jessica looked at each other and then burst out laughing. "Peter you've been here for two months, and you've talked to Frank how many times."

"While he was lucid?" Peter couldn't help but laugh "Maybe once."

"Exactly." Jess grabbed Peter's hand "Come on let's go try it on. We'll have it ready by tonight."

"I wish I could meet Tony Stark."

"You just want to do Tony Stark."

"Ew gross." Peter wrinkled his nose at them.

"Come on Petey it's not that bad. He's handsome and rich"

"Don't call me Petey," Peter told her indignantly. He was glad for their help but he wasn't exactly close to the kids in the foster home. He spent so much time out of the house, but he had to admit they were the best Foster Family he'd ever been with. Maybe this one would last.

AN: I know this story has been done a lot, but I thought I'd try my hand at it. I have another Spider Man fic but after seeing Spider-Man Homecoming I've got so many more plot bunnies running around. I hope this has at least a few new elements. Let me know what you think or if you've got any ideas and I might throw them into the story. :D

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