April's Foolish Spider

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Spider-Man crawled through a broken window into the warehouse and flopped face-first on the nearest rafter. He was exausted!

He'd been on the move since 1:00am. The day had started out OK enough. He had an early morning patrol, spent the rest of the morning with Aunt May, tinkered in his room on a new web-shooter design, and ate lunch. It was after lunch when the things started to go crazy.

A middle-aged man in a black suit and sunglasses showed up at his house and(thank all that is good in the world that Aunt May had been at the store) told Peter he was from SHEILD. Oh, and he was under arrest.

Now, Spider-Man knows how to keep cool under pressure. After almost a year of fighting Lizards, Rhinos, and walking batteries has prepared him for almost anything. Being told he was being arrested was nothing to him. The cops said that every other Saturday!

Peter Parker on the other hand...Yeah, he ran.

For the rest of the day, he was running(swinging). He had at first hoped he could get some help from an Avenger or some other hero.

But alas, when Iron Man showed up that was not the case.

He too, wanted to arrest the vigilante.

Spidey's thoughts on the situation? The universe hates me.

Spidey groaned into the wooden beam, "Of course he'd try to arrest me, too. Iron Man is an Avenger, the Avengers work for SHEILD! They probly ordered him to! The question is why?", he sits up, swinging his legs, "Is it because I'm a vigilante? Technicly I am breaking the law. Is it because I'm 17? They do know who I am. Maybe they blame me for what happened to Conners..."

Spidey slumps, stuck in his depressing thoughts of all the reasons why SHEILD would want to arrest him. He didn't notice the blond man in purple leather strolling into the warehouse. Turning his gaze to the rafters he quickly spotted the red and blue hero. He pulled out a bow and aimed a special arrow.

"Hey, Spidey?", he called up.

Said Spider jerked. Nearly falling off his perch. His eyes widened when he saw the Avenger below him. Hawkeye smirked, "Your under arrest."

He released the gas-arrow and the world went black for a certain Spider-teen soon afterwards.

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13 Hours Later

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Spidey groaned, blinking his eyes open. Sitting up, the first thing he noticed was the lack of messy bedroom. Instead, he was on a couch in an almost as messy penthouse with an amazing veiw of New York.

He blinked. What? Where am I?

Spidey got up off the the couch and made his way to the window. Carefully stepping over sleeping heroes and heroines in various positions.

I've got to get a picture of this, he thought, barley holding back a laugh.

Hanging from a hole in the ceiling, by his hammer, was the God of Thunder. Hugging his dangling fist was a man in red and black leather, muttering about smuggling apple pies.

Spidey reached for his phone, only to find something in the way. He looked down to find the object in the way was a skirt. A skirt attached to a dress. The kind Dorthy wore in 'The Wizerd of Oz'.

"WHAT happened? Why and I in a DRESS!?"

"White Tiger dared you."

Spidey whipped around, going into a crouch and aiming his web shooters at-Agent Coulsen?

Wait? How do I know who he is?, Spidey tilts his head to the side. Then in a flash, he remembers.

He stands up and slaps his forehead.

"Tony's party! April Fool's Day!", he points to him self, "I was this years Fool."

The Agent smirks, "That's right", he manuvers through the sleeping bodies and hands Spidey a folder with the SHEILD logo on it, "I tried to give this to you last night, but you seemed to be on a sugar-high and decided to paint my face."

It was then Spidey noticed the artwork. Agent Coulson was sporting a lovely cat face.

Coulson continued, "Nice dress by the way."

With that, he left to report to Fury. Did he plan to wash his face before seeing him? It wouldn't be the strangest thing Fury's seen.

Spidey shrugs and goes back to the window. He needed to get home.

Wonder what's in the file?, he thought, glancing at the papers inside. He nearly dropped them after seeing the bold heading of the first page.

SHEILD ACCADEMY

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