Hello! So I'm new to writing for the Spider-Man fandom, but not new to Fanfiction...I just love the new Spider-Man so much (I may have seen it 6 times already...) that I felt like I had to write a story for it.

So just a disclaimer, I'm not sure how much the MCU public knows about what happened with the fight in Germany in Civil War, so for this story, they don't know much... I've only seen CW once, so that would be why I don't recall.

Anyway. This takes place immediately following the end of Homecoming, so if you haven't seen it, I wouldn't read this because it does contain spoilers!

I wasn't sure whether to put it under the crossover section or not, so if you guys think I should, let me know and I'll make a final decision, but for now it's going to just stay as a Spider-Man story :)

I don't have anything to do with Marvel... :(

"May!" Peter yelped as he turned around, his mask slipping from his fingers and falling to the floor. "Wha-uh, why...this is-"

"What is this?" May asked incredulously. "Is this what you've been doing? This is what you haven't been telling me?!" she asked in a shrill voice, her eyes furious.

"No, this isn't what it looks like," Peter tried insisting. "This is...I got this suit for Halloween," he tried lamely.

"Halloween was two weeks ago," she said, giving her nephew a deadpan stare.

"I'm just trying to get a head start on-"

"Cut the crap, Peter!" May snapped, coming into his room and slamming the door. "Shut the curtains," she hissed as she noticed the busy street from the open curtains on Peter's window. She stalked over and yanked the curtains closed, and while she was turned away, Peter felt a strong desire to make a break for the bedroom door for a split second. May whirled to face her nephew again before he could decide to act on that urge.

"It's all starting to make sense," she muttered as she walked past him again. She started pacing, and when May paced, it almost always meant she was upset. She had paced when Peter came home from the Ferry incident, she had paced after Uncle Ben died...Peter felt terrible that she was pacing because of him again. "The sneaking out, the mysterious injuries, the dumb excuses…" She stopped pacing and stared at him.

"Were you ever planning on telling me?" she asked. Peter opened his mouth, but May held her hand up. "Don't you dare think about lying to me, Peter Benjamin Parker," she warned, her voice shaking as she stared at him. "Don't. You. Dare."

Peter shuffled, looking at his feet. "I just didn't want you to worry," he said finally. His statement drew a strangled chuckle from his aunt.

"Didn't want me to worry?" she asked incredulously. "Peter, I'm your aunt. I look after you. Of course I'm going to worry about you, whether you're at school or out being a superhero," she said, bringing her voice level down slightly. She and Peter connected eyes and she held the stare, not letting him look away. "Tell me," she stated. Peter looked at her, confusion in his face.

"Tell...you…?"

"Tell me," May repeated. "Tell me everything. What happened, how long you've been doing this, I just...I need to know."

Peter hesitated; he knew that May deserved to know, but he couldn't bring himself to admit to the fact that she had caught him. Now that she knew, her life was in more danger.

"May, I...I can't tell you," he said.

"Can't, or won't?" she asked, sounding angrier than he'd heard her sound in a long time.

"If anyone ever found out who I was, they could go after you to get to me," he tried arguing.

"And at least that way I'd be a bit more prepared if someone ever did come after me," May countered. Peter opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but her logic made sense. He ground his teeth, having an internal struggle with himself as he tried to decide what to do. Finally, he made a decision.

"Okay," he said, his shoulders slumping. He sat down on his bed, putting his forehead in his hands. He felt May sit down beside him, and he looked sideways at her.

He started from the beginning, when he was bit by the spider. As he told her about what he'd been through, he lightened the details about how much he got hurt, though he had a sneaking suspicion that she knew he was downplaying it.

He explained why Tony Stark had come to him, though he didn't give away any details about the fight with Captain America. He still wasn't entirely sure what had happened with that whole situation, but he was more worried about the woman sitting on the bed next to him than he was with the Avenger at the moment.

"What about when you told me you lost the Stark Internship?" May asked when he paused. Peter looked down again.

"I messed up big time," he admitted. "I thought I could do something alone, but things got bad, and people almost died. Mr. Stark showed up though," he assured her.

"That was you on the ferry," May said, understanding dawning on her face. Peter nodded mutely; he still felt sick to his stomach when he thought about how close everyone on that ferry had come to dying.

"Yeah, but I didn't save them," he said. "Mr. Stark did that."

May put her hand on his back and rubbed it lightly. "From what I saw and heard, you kept everything together until Tony Stark actually got there."

"Yeah, but they wouldn't have been in danger if it weren't for me," Peter said, his voice shaking slightly.

"And you know better now," May said. "You've learned from your mistake, right?"

"I guess," Peter muttered.

"So what else have you done?" May asked after a few moments of silence. Peter took in a deep breath and continued the story, explaining how he'd gone after Vulture, though again, he skimmed the details of how hurt he'd been.

"I hope Mr. Stark is grateful," May commented once he'd finished.

"Well, he gave me back the suit," Peter offered. "I think he's pretty thankful."

"Good," May said with a small sniff before they fell into silence again.

"Aunt May, I'm so sorry," Peter said after a few minutes, breaking the silence between them. "You have every right to be mad at me, I know. I won't lie to you again," he promised.

"Oh I'm mad alright," May confirmed. Peter's shoulders sagged slightly. "But I'm also proud," she said in a softer tone. Peter looked up at her, a small smile playing across his face. "I'm petrified though," May admitted, standing up and beginning to wave her hands around. "What if someone figures out who you are, or they somehow manage to get you with your guard down, or-"

"May," Peter interrupted softly as he stood up and pulled her into a hug. "I've got wicked fast reflexes now," he reminded her with a smile.

"That doesn't help," May said, though she said it while trying to hold back a laugh. She returned the hug though, and the two of them melted into each other. After a few moments of the two of them swaying in their hug, May released her nephew and looked at him.

"How do I ground a superhero?" she asked. "Cuz there's no way you're not being grounded, mister," she added when Peter opened his mouth to argue.

"C'mon, May," Peter tried to argue.

"No," May insisted. "There's no way you're getting out of this. What would you do if I took your suit?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms. Peter's eyes widened.

"May," he started. "I…"

He was going to argue, but Stark's words came to him. "If you're nothing without the suit, then you shouldn't have it."

Peter hung his head. "I'd respect your wishes," he replied, though it was done so softly and slowly.

May looked at him, slightly taken aback, as if she'd expected him to argue. "Oh…"

Peter bit his lip, waiting for his aunt's decision. She sighed after a few moments. "What am I gonna do with you?" she asked finally, sounding helpless as she grabbed his face gently in her hands and massaged his head. "I want to be selfish and tell you that you can't go out and do this anymore," she informed her nephew. Peter held his breath, waiting for her to finish her statement. "I should do that," she muttered. "No, what I should do is call that Tony Stark," she interrupted herself.

"May, Mr. Stark wasn't the one that gave me these powers," Peter reminded her. "But I think we should actually be thanking him," he said, gesturing to the suit he was still wearing. "He gave me an upgrade to my outfit, and now I'm a lot safer," he pointed out. "Before, it was just me in a sweatshirt and sweatpants."

May looked at him with a deadpanned stare. "He's still enabling you," she argued, but she sounded less certain. "I just...I can't lose you," she finally said, uncrossing and then re-crossing her arms. Peter watched her with apprehension. She stared at him again, her eyes seeming to search his soul. "But you do too much good in the city," she finally finished slowly. Peter's breathing stopped for a moment.

"So…" he said, not wanting to assume anything with his aunt right now.

May's eyes misted over as she stared at her nephew. "I'm not going to stop you," she finally relented. Peter felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders, but he didn't jump and shout, like he was feeling so inclined to do. He did, however, grab her in a bear hug.

"Thank you," he muttered as he buried his head in her hair.

"Just promise me you'll be careful," she said, pulling away from him to lock eyes with him again. "I can't lose you too," she repeated. Peter's heart hurt as he saw true fear and pain in his aunt's eyes.

"I'll be careful," Peter promised. He was glad she didn't make him promise to stay out of danger completely, but he figured she knew that wasn't going to happen if he was going to continue to be Spider-Man.

May sighed, but she knew that Peter would keep his word, and would try to stay safe. "What am I gonna do with you?" she asked again helplessly.

"I love you," Peter said, trying to distract her even just a tiny bit. She turned sharp eyes on him.

"Don't think I can be distracted so easily," she warned, though her tone was lighter than it had been during their whole conversation. "You're still in huge trouble," she reminded him.

"How can I make it up to you?" Peter asked.

"Ideally?" May replied. "Go back in time and stop yourself from being bitten by the spider," she stated. "Though since time-travel isn't possible as of yet, going grocery shopping and cooking dinner for the rest of time should be a good start," she said. "You can also clean the entire apartment," she added. "Every single nook and cranny."

Peter groaned internally, but he didn't argue. Compared to what she could have done, this was nothing, and he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"I'm also setting a curfew," she added. Peter's mouth fell open.

"May," he began arguing. "I can't...the city…"

"The city has lasted a long time without Spider-Man," she cut in firmly. "As long as you're out during the day, I think the city will be okay during the night."

"Criminals don't have a curfew," Peter tried.

"Peter," May said, her voice sounding strained. "Don't push me on this. Just be home by ten on school nights. When it's the weekend, we can talk about a slightly later time," she said. "But if there's a curfew, at least I'll know you're safe."

Peter wanted to argue, but once again, the thought about May not actually taking the suit away from him entered his mind, and he sighed in resignation. He was about to respond, but May started talking again.

"Also," she added, making Peter wince. He was slightly worried about what else she was going to say. "If you ever break curfew, I will take the suit away," she threatened. "Am I understood?" she asked, pinning him with a stare she'd perfected over the years, making sure Peter knew that this was a threat she would definitely follow through on.

"I understand," Peter agreed.

"Good," May said, placing one hand on her hip. "Now, I believe you have groceries you need to go get?"

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The man picked up the cup from the side table as he watched the news reporter on the screen. He sipped the liquid, gagging as it went down his throat; the taste was awful, but he continued to drink it, because it helped keep his pain bearable. He threw the last few drops of liquid into his mouth as the reporter continue speaking.

"We're coming to you live from the scene of a crash. Witnesses say that one of the parties involved with the accident was none other than Pepper Potts, long-time girlfriend of Tony Stark. Thankfully, we hear that most, if not all the injuries are superficial, and that there should be no lasting damage to anyone involved. The other car fled the scene after it plowed into the side of Ms. Pott's car, and no one can seem to recall exactly what the car looked like.

The camera crew began panning around the crowd, focusing in on a few people as the reporter walked up to them and asked them about the car that had fled the scene.

"I think it was some sort of sports car," one witness said.

"Definitely a black SUV," another reported. After a few more witnesses expressed what size, make, model, and color of car they saw, the camera focused back on the reporter.

"No one seems to know if this wreck was done purposefully, or if the guilty party realized who they hit, and are simply too scared to face the wrath of Tony Stark when he finds out what happened.

The man watching the TV scoffed. The people the news crew had picked out at random as witnesses played their part well, but he knew better; he had sent them over to the scene to give contradicting reports about the car.

Suddenly there was a lot of chatter from the crowd, and the reporter looked excited.

"Speak of the devil, Tony Stark has just been sighted coming through the crowds! It seems news travels fast, and Iron Man doesn't waste any time when it comes to the woman he loves."

The camera panned over the crowd once again and the man watching the TV growled as he saw Stark hurrying towards Pepper. The billionaire put his hands on his girlfriend's shoulders and looked into her eyes; everyone could see he was saying something to her, but no one was able to hear exactly what it was they were saying. Pepper kept nodding her head, looking shaken still.

Tony wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her out of the limelight, covering each camera lense he came across with his hand until they were out of the crowd. The two of them were followed by several armed guards, most of whom had been with Pepper when the accident occurred. Stark had a few men with him, but he usually felt the need to ditch however many guards he could.

There was a helicopter waiting on the ground, and Stark led Pepper over to it, helping her in. The redhead looked much more composed than she did when she first stumbled out of the wrecked vehicle as she settled back into the seat. One of the cameras zoomed in as close as they could on Stark and Potts, and everyone watching on TV could see that Pepper had several large cuts on her face and arms. She smoothed some of her hair behind her ears, wincing as she accidentally brushed one of the cuts on her face, though she didn't seem too bothered by the injuries.

"There's the Pepper I know," the man muttered under his breath. "Always ready to smile and wave, never flustered for even a minute."

Tony, who had climbed in next to her, was speaking to the pilot of the chopper. When he'd finished giving instructions, he turned and began fussing over Pepper again. The chopper took off, heading straight up into the air before it turned and headed for upstate New York.

The TV was muted; the constant talk of Tony Stark and his heroics was making the man's head hurt more than usual. He pushed himself out of his chair and moved towards the center of the room, limping heavily. There was a solid wooden table in the middle of the room that he made a beeline for. There was a chess board was set up on the table, and a few pieces had already been moved around. The man grabbed one of his knights, trading places with the queen piece on the opposite side.

"Your move, Tony," he said in his gravelly voice as he set the queen to the side of the chessboard. Pepper was Tony's rock; she was one of the only things that kept the billionaire from complete self-destruction. With an attack on her, Stark would be rattled. He'd be more likely to have his guard down as he tried to keep her safe, meaning it would be easier than ever to get revenge on the billionaire.

The chess board sat on the table, waiting to be played. With an expert eye, the man observed the remaining pieces. Colonel Rhodes was out of the picture due to some tragic accident a few months prior that he was still recovering from, so a bishop was removed from the board as well. With the majority of the rest of the Avengers either on the run from the law or in prison, there were very few other people the man knew Tony cared about. Research would have to be done to figure out who he'd be able to use to get to Stark. He figured it might be a little harder than an average search; Tony didn't have many people in his life that he cared about.

Grabbing Pepper seemed like the easy choice after Zeke crashed into her car, but the knew that she was too hot an item to take without being discovered before he was ready. She was constantly surrounded by guards and press; it would have been suicide to try and take her. The man absent-mindedly scratched his chin as he thought about who he could take, or what he could use as leverage. His beard was scratchy, and it wasn't as well kept as it used to be, but it did help to hide some of the scars and burns that covered his face.

He happened to glance over at the TV again, rolling his eyes at the next story they'd moved on to. The reporter was now talking about the spandex-clad newbie hero, the Spider-Man, or whatever they were calling him.

Something suddenly clicked in the man's mind as he watched the hero swing through the streets. The Staten Island Ferry had been attacked several weeks ago, by what almost seemed like alien tech. He remembered the news reporters praising Iron Man for showing up to save the day at the very last second, and the man began to wonder how Tony knew the new superhero needed help. His mind wandered back to the first time the Spider-Man had showed up, and after a few moments, the pieces clicked into place in his mind like a puzzle.

"The suit," he muttered, steepling his hands in front of his chin. A few minutes later, Ezekiel walked in. The sight that met him was one he'd grown accustomed to; steepled fingers, eyes lost in thought, staring off into the distance. His father was deep in thought about something, and with the way the corners of his eyes were tensed, Zeke knew it had to do with Iron Man.

"Okay," the younger man said, rubbing his hands together and breaking his father out of his contemplative state. "What's the next step?"

The burned man continued staring at nothing as he pointed towards the TV, where the Spider-Man story was just finishing up. "Him. We need to get him. That is our way to Tony, I'm sure of it."

"Wait, why would Iron Man care anything about the Spider-Man? We don't even know if they know each other," Zeke pointed out. The burned man finally broke himself out of his trance-like state and looked at his son.

"Trust me," he said. "I've got a gut feeling about this."

The younger man still looked hesitant, and the burned man sighed. "When have my gut instincts ever been wrong?" he asked, putting his good arm on the young man's shoulder and catching his gaze, holding it there.

After a few moments of thinking, Zeke inclined his head, admitting the fact that his father's gut instincts had never been wrong, at least not in recent memory. "Alright," he conceded. "So how do you want to do this? Do you need me to go out and grab him?" he asked, a fierce longing and desire in his eyes. Zeke had always been anxious to try out the tech that his father had, but the older man shook his head.

"No, this is something I need to do," he replied firmly. "You go get the boat ready. There are a few things we need to get to make sure the little spider can't escape," he added, turning to the TV and watching footage of Spider-Man climbing up the side of a building. How he managed to scale the building without any visible tech was a mystery to the man, but he figured at least for the moment, it didn't matter. He broke his gaze away from the screen, turning to face his son again.

"I will get my revenge on Tony Stark," he said, venom dripping from every word. "We might not be able to go after Pepper or Rhodes without being caught, but if Stark's got a personal connection with this new hero, that could very well be our way to get him to come to us."

Soooo... what do you think? Should I keep going? Should I stop posting it and just keep it to myself? Like I said, I'm new to the Spider-Man community. I wrote a small one-shot about the beach fight from the movie, but that was an already-existing scene, so it was easier to write.

And I mean... I tried to keep May and Peter in character... how do you guys think that discussion went?

Did you guys like it enough for me to keep going?

Got any ideas about who the bad guy is? Lol I probably made it fairly obvious...

Anyway. Lemme know what you think, if you guys want me to keep going!