This is primarily based off of the comics but I took a lot of liberties. So AUish I guess?

The sun was shining, birds were singing, horns were honking, and something was terribly wrong.

Peter woke up late Saturday morning to the smell of fresh corn cakes and a faint tingle in the back of his head. It wasn't the "watch out for the fist headed for your face" tingle or the "a space god is about to destroy the planet and there's nothing you can do about it" tingle or even the ever so helpful "don't trip on your shoelace" tingle. No, this was THE tingle. The tingle that would show up at seemingly random times and linger for hours, setting him on edge all day. It was the tingle that sometimes meant nothing at all, or sometimes lead to one of the most eventful days of his life.

Like the time he was being hunted by a crazy Russian, or the time he got kidnapped into space by a space god from another universe along with a load of other heroes.

He hoped this was one of those "it's actually nothing, I'm just putting you on edge" tingles. He debated whether he should just cancel the day and stay in bed until tomorrow or get up and possibly face the worst day of his life. But the corn cakes and restless energy won over the caution in the end.

He yawned heavily into his fist as he shuffled into the kitchen. The plate of freshly baked goods sat on the counter with a small pink note.

Peter,

I told you yesterday I would be spending the day with Anna. But I know how you can be some times, so I'm reminding you. Do your chores, do your homework, eat the corn cakes, and enjoy your Saturday. I should be back before 8:00

With all the love,

Aunt May

The 'do your homework' stood out with a pang of guilt. She never had to tell him to do his homework until… recently. He used to get it all done almost as soon as he received it. Shoving those thoughts aside as there wasn't much he could do about the problem, he grabbed a corn cake and savored the heavenly bliss by practically swallowing it whole.

He couldn't decide if having Aunt May out of the house was better or not with his spider-sense not letting up. He'd rather the potential catastrophic event catch him while he was in his suit, and not in his PJs while he did his homework. So, maybe it was for the better she wasn't home, save with Mrs. Watson, at who knows where in the city where costumed might freaks blow things up at any given time, so that he could go be Spider-man.

Peter let out pent up breath and grabbed another corn cake. He shouldn't let a false alarm ruin the day. All he needed was to get out there in his suit, let the tingle pass (or deal with the problem), punch some baddies, and save a few people's day, and maybe a few life's.

He nodded to himself, setting his shoulders. Just as he turned to leave he spotted the full trashcan and sighed.

The tingle never left, but the warm sun and thank you's brightened his afternoon. With the mild ache in his arms that came with webslining for hours he ran across rooftops jumping from one to the next. He woop as he flipped through the air, startling the pigeons away.

He was quickly closing the distance between him and a pillar of black smoke. He guessed from the direction it came from that it was an old apartment building that probably wasn't up to code. Coming to a halt on the building across the street of the fire, he found that he was right. He hated being right.

He dropped down onto one of the fire trucks, startling the fire chief and a police officer.

"Spider-man!" The officer jumped back, hand hovering over his weapon.

"Officer!" Spider-man parroted, crouched on the edge of the vehicle. "What's up, chief? How's it hanging? Is everyone out?"

The chief put his hands firmly on his hips, turning away from the hero. "I don't have time to deal with idiots, Spider-man. So, don't even think about going in there, and just go. JOHNSON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET THAT HOSE HOOKED UP YESTERDAY. GO GO!"

"Aw, don't be that way. You know if you don't answer I'll go in there anyway and risk more not knowing anything." He stood and stretched as if preparing to run in.

The officer looked from the chief's frustrated, pinched face to the famed, and wanted, vigilante sizing up the building.

"Sixth floor, apartment 602. An elderly man lives there and no one has been able to account for him. Everyone else is accounted for."

"Thank you, Chief!" Spider-man hopped down and pat the chief on the shoulder. "I'll be out before you can say corn cakes in a cracker barrel!"

With the fire on the fourth and fifth floor, Spider-man leapt, slamming onto the brick wall of the sixth. He frowned at the warmth under his fingertips and crawled quickly up to the window.

Mouth hanging open as he watched the costumed hero crawl through one of the windows, the officer looked back at the chief, who muttered, "damn idiot is going to get himself killed one of these days."

Noticing the officer's bewildered gaze, the chief glowered. "Get your hand off your gun and close your goddamn mouth. The fire ain't out yet and we have work to do."

Spider-man dropped to the floor ready coughing. He dragged himself beneath the thick smoke, in the slightly less thick smoke, into the hallway and paused. "If I were apartment 602 where would I be?"

He couldn't see the apartment numbers, the smoke was too thick.

"602?! ARE YOU HERE, 602?!"

He didn't hear a response. He sighed -then coughed-, knowing this would be difficult.

Bloop bloop time skip.

Peter swung away from the old man yelling at him still for letting the smoke into his bathroom and 'kidnapping' him and landed on a nearby rooftop.

He pulled his mask over his nose and coughed until tears spillef out of his eyes. When the need to cough up is own throat died down, he sat down heavily on the roof and just breathed.

"I think I deep fried my lungs," he moaned, propping himself up with his arms and rolling his head back to look at the sky forlornly. "For an old man that didn't even want help."

Another few coughs forced their way out, as his attention was drawn to the fire escape. Someone was climbing up it, rapidly. With a sigh he pulled his mask back down and heaved himself of the ground. For a moment he hesitated, should he wait to see who it was or just swing away? His spider-sense had been buzzing all day, so it was no help.

He took a few steps towards the ledge, when a voice stopped him.

"Spider-man, wait!"

The authority and urgency of the voice actually halted him in his tracks. He looked over to see Captain America jump onto the roof from the fire escape.

The intake of air Peter was shocked into had him coughing all over again. He died a little inside from being seen in such a mess by the hero of heroes. The captain approached confidently, but kept a careful distance.

"Are you alright?" the man asked, clearly concerned.

Peter held up a finger, signaling him to wait, as he couldn't get enough air to speak. As he pulled himself together, Iron man landed next to Captain America with a heavy clank.

"Hi," Spider-man wheezed, waving before coughing into his fist again. "I'm fine. I just might have a case of the black lung. Can you get black lung from house fires? It just- cough cough -hurts to breathe is all. What brings you to these parts? You guys don't usually- cough -hang around on rooftops."

Iron man took a step forward, about to explain themselves, but Spider-man continued.

"Oh man, you're not here to arrest me, are you? Look, I know I'm wanted, but you gotta -cough cough-understand, I'm not trying to wreck the city. But c'mon! -COUGH- You try and fight the rhino without breaking a few cars!"

He coughed into his elbow, standing tall and defiant, not even nearly reaching either man's height.

Iron man's face plate disappeared into the rest of his helmet. Amusement pulled his face into a small smirk. "We're not here to arrest you, Spider-man."

"I know you don't have much reason to trust us," Captain America cut in, "but you need to come with us. Your life is in danger."

Spider-man stared. They both seemed on edge, now that he took the time to notice. Shoulders tense, faces serious. They looked ready to give chase, if need be. They look… actually seriously concerned about his safety.

Two small wheezy coughs interrupted the small silence.

"Yeah, okay. Where are we going? And what are the chances I'll be home by eight? The missus is expecting me to be home by then."

Captain America blinked in surprise, obviously assuming it would be harder to convince the illusive vigilante to agree to accept their help. Little did he know though, that Spider-man would have probably agreed to go with them, like a love struck fanboy, even if he knew for certain his life was not in danger. But as it was, Peter woke up knowing something might be horribly wrong and this just proved it. That. and they were not the cause of his spider-senses issue, so he knew they weren't up to anything.

Iron man scoffed, "you're not married. I bet you haven't even been graduated a full year yet."

Peter bit his lip because, well, he wasn't wrong. "Ha, very funny. But the legal marrying age is eighteen, so even if-"

"Gentlemen." Captain cut off the argument, giving Iron man a look that said, 'this is serious.' "Our ride is here."

Peter rocked onto the balls of his feet as he spotted the quinjet approaching, again hacking into his elbow. "Oh wow, you guys aren't kidding around. Again, where are we goin'?"

"Upstate, we'll fill you in on the way there." Captain answered, signaling the jet pilot with a wave of his hand.

"Does Avenger Airlines serve the little pretzel packets?"

The jet lowered itself over the street until it leveled with the roof.

"No," Iron man snorted, walking to the jet, "but we are serving oxygen masks on this flight. So, get your smoked hide on board so we can get you hooked up."

The next chapter is written and will be posted soon!