Heyo! Alrighty, so this is my third attempt at this story because I keep wanting to start it differently xD Anyhow, here we are and I'm really feeling this. Also I'm real shitty with updates, so I apologize in advance. Okay, on to disclaimers. This is rated T for cussing and such. Also, if you're not okay with gay folks, might as well leave now because I'm gonna have gay folks and Imma ship them. Oops, sorry not sorry. So yeah, eventual Sam/OC. Also I don't own any of these characters except Fynn. See ya later! Hope you enjoy, reviews are insanely appreciated!

Chapter One

"So, Peter, what do you have planned today?" Aunt May asked me from the kitchen where she was washing dishes. I was in the other room, packing some of my things into a backpack. While I wouldn't need the six pens, three pencils, a fashion magazine, and a small throw pillow for what I was going to do, she would be incredibly suspicious if I didn't take something with me.

"Oh, just going over to study with Harry. He wanted some more tutoring." I answer, walking into the kitchen, "I'll be back before dinner, though."

"Good! And could you pick some milk up from the store on your way home please? We're running out."

"Sure." I agreed, slinging my bag over my back, "I'll see you later, Aunt May." I tell her, heading for the front door

"Bye, dear!" she exclaimed as I walked out the door. Man, I love Aunt May. She's always so supportive and sweet. Granted, she doesn't know the half of what she's supporting, what with me being a well known and sometimes beloved superhero.

That's right. I'm a superhero. My name is Peter Parker, better known as Spider-man. I've been doing it for a while now, but more recently I've joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and gotten a team to work with. I'm kind of their leader, not that I ever bring it up with them… Okay, maybe I hold it over their heads a little bit.

But being a part of a S.H.I.E.L.D. does have it's challenges. Like the fact that Nick Fury, while being a fantastic leader, has a stick jammed very, very far up his ass. And he has no reservations about waking up an innocent teenage boy at 5:30 in the morning on a weekend for some super secret mission. Also, anyone who has to listen to Nova run his mouth for hours on end during training sessions deserves just a little bit of sympathy.

But, really, I didn't have much to complain about. My life was going pretty well. I had a good family, amazing friends, passing grades, and powers most could only dream of. I really just hoped that things wouldn't change any time soon.

But life isn't that simple, now is it?

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As soon as I made it to the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier, I came upon my team, just as confused and irritable as I feel.

"What is happening?!" White Tiger questioned me as I walked up. She did not sound at all happy. Knowing her, she was going to be the first one to find out. White Tiger, or Ava Ayala, was a very intelligent person and she always got the answers she wanted. While it was great when you are on her side, it's terrifying to be on the other end of.

"I don't know, I wasn't told anything." I reply truthfully, "Just to get out of bed and get over here as soon as possible."

"Man, this is ridiculous. The world hardly exists this early in the morning." Nova's whiny voice complained. Nova, better known as Sam Alexander, is by far the most annoying member of the team. His very personality had the ability to send me from frolicking through a field of daisies to plotting a murder in two seconds flat. "I didn't even get a chance to shower!"

"Yeah, and we can all smell it." I quipped back.

"Calm yourselves. It may be early, but there's no need to anger each other." Iron Fist mediated. Danny Rand is the calmest person I know, so absolutely no one was surprised when he decided to fight the fire that was a verbal battle between me and Nova.

"Aww, way to ruin my only source of entertainment." pouted Power Man. Luke Cage is always ready to watch Nova and I go at it, though he hardly ever gets involved himself. Not that I would think of messing with him if I did. It's not that I don't think I can beat him, it's just he's not the kind of guy who you want to have as your enemy.

"Alright, alright, settle down." a voice commanded from behind me. Before I even turned around, there was no doubt in my mind that the speaker was Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Sure enough, when I looked, there he stood. He was wearing what he always wore, a long black coat covering tight black clothing and his signature eyepatch. His face looked the same too, permanently bent into a scowl that could scare the toughest of foes if need be. But my team and I were used to it by now, so we just stood at attention, each one of us listening to receive the supposedly urgent mission and judge whether or not it was worth being woken so early in the morning.

"Director Fury, we're all here. What's this important mission you have for us?" White Tiger asked, speaking for us all. She probably knew that our way of asking wouldn't be so diplomatic, especially if Nova started running his mouth.

"I need you to retrieve a target for me. It's very important that he is brought in alive. If you all fail, we are going to have a major issue on our hands, one that would need to be handed off to the Avengers." Nick explained.

I tilted my head a bit, confused. "Sir, if this mission is so important, why not just get the Avengers involved now? I'm sure Iron Man and Captain America could get this target without hardly lifting a finger." As a superhero, the Avengers are huge idols of mine. They're all so powerful and respected and actually liked by the public, unlike myself. To say I was a bit jealous would be a giant understatement.

"Because that would make this a much more high profile case. Sending you guys in will shine less of a spotlight on the situation. We want this cleaned up as quickly and quietly as possible because I doubt the fight that follows, should you be successful, will go over easily. The less struggle we have in the public eye, the better."

"So who's this target?" Power Man asked.

"His name is Fynn Clayton. We have been given intel stating that he has superhuman abilities. We are unsure as to what exactly these abilities entail, but we hear they are quite impressive. But he disappeared a few days ago. Our sources tracked him down and he is being held by the Nethercore. They are a group that is quickly making its way up the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most wanted list. They are trying to create an army of dangerous people with superhuman abilities. They plan on capturing and corrupting these people with their agenda and using them to take over."

"Take over what?" White Tiger asked.

"Everything." My eyes widened beneath my mask. This was way above our pay grade.

"Everything? But everything is kinda important…" I said, attempting to lighten the mood. According to the faces of my comrades, it didn't really work.

"No worries, Director Fury, we'll save this Fynn guy." Nova declared, clearly very confident in himself. He's always so full of himself. Ugh.

"You'd better, there's a lot riding on this." Nick said in his no-nonsense voice. Even though he usually sounded that stern, something about his demeanor told me that we really had absolutely no room for error.

"Come on, team! Let's go save the damsel!" I exclaim, breaking into a sprint towards the jets. I could hear my team follow, though I could imagine the looks of embarrassment on their faces at my cheesy comments. Everyone except Nova.

"To the damsel!" he declared as he flew after me.

But the guy we saved was certainly no damsel in distress.