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Peter walked through from his room one day, only to find an intimidating man with an eyepatch sitting at the kitchen table.
He froze, not yet sure if he should pick up the heavy looking rolling pin that had been left on a nearby counter.

The man looked him over for several uncomfortable moments.

"You must be Parker. I'm Nick Fury, the man behind the Avengers."

Peter didn't say anything, just moved his hand closer to the pin.

"I heard about your… involvement in what we're now referring to the Civil War between Rogers and Stark."

His hand was on the counter top now.
If this man was indeed a threat, how had he gotten past Stark security?

"And I heard that you got integrated into the Avengers too."
He looked Peter over;" Look a little young."

Peter licked his dry lips nervously.
Did the Avengers tower have security measurements? He assumed so.

"But anyway," he had not once dropped his harsh stare throughout the entire monologue.
"If we're going to do this, we need to do it right."

He stood up suddenly and Peter lunged, holding the rolling pin out in front of him in an attack stance.

Fury looked at him, amused, probably because there was a sixteen year old boy waving a baking implement at him, and then waved his hand for Peter to follow.

He figured he might as well. After all, he hadn't been attacked. Yet.


"You know, when you said Avengers initiation, "this isn't exactly what I had in mind," Peter said as he looked around frozen yoghurt store.

Fury raised an eyebrow, "It's tradition. I found Banner at a bar, Stark during one of his flights of self-destruction at a doughnut shop, and Romanov tried to kill me."

That man didn't lose a hint of his dangerous air, not even in the middle of this bright pink room with all its cutesy decorations that paraded around the walls.

Peter thought about calling Tony. He should probably call Tony, just to let him know.
He didn't call Tony.

"Although, Stark's 'flights' of self-destruction are never ending," the man finished.

He looked up and Peter followed his gaze.

Nat had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Maybe eye patch guy had called her. Fury, he corrected himself.

The shop owner eyed their table warily. The other two didn't seem to notice.

"Much like his 'flights' of narcissism, reckless behaviour, and being an ass," she interjected.

They seemed to be the only customers there.

"I don't think I should be listening to you guys talk about Mr Stark this way," Peter said quietly, picking at his chocolate yoghurt to avoid looking at them.

They ignored him.

"You know he blew up a plane once, right? And then he yelled at you and took away your suit for doing the exact same thing...But with a boat."

"He also accidentally created an AI that almost wiped out a whole city- although Banner did have a part in that one."

"Also he gave his home address to a national terrorist," Nat said. "And then he was surprised when someone with a helicopter flew by and blew up his house."

"How…how do you two know all that?"

"I've got my eye on you. All of you. At all times."

He fixed Peter with another one of his stares that made the hair stand up at the back of his neck.

"I had to wear his Iron Man suit and save his ass, and then I had to save him again."

"Miss Potts? When did you come in?"

"You can call me Pepper, sweetie."

Then; "He spent a couple of months designing all these new suits and then like an hour later he blew all of them. It was supposed to be some sort of heroic gesture apparently."

"He shut down his whole company's source of income on a whim. We don't even know how he's still a billionaire. I mean, how's he earning an income?"

If the store owner looked confused before, he was terrified now;
"Where the hell do you guys keep coming from?!"


After the whole affair of what was supposed to be an 'initiation' and had somehow descended into Tony being verbally abused by the Avengers, Fury turned to Peter.

"I don't know why they can't be that organised when an actual attack happens. When I tell them the world is in danger, it takes them several days, but as soon as they sense shit-talking about Tony, they're all here.
Anyway, about you joining the Avengers; I think you still have a bit of work to do. I need you to build a relationship with the others. They will be your teammates after all. You need to learn to actually fight, and you need to learn that rolling pin is not an acceptable form of defence. I look forward to having you on my team Parker."

"Th-thank you."

He fixed Peter with one last look," And remember; I've got my eye on you."

And with that, he left.


"So Parker, about responsibility…"

"With all due respect, Mr Stark, you gave your home address to a terrorist."

He stared at Peter for a few minutes, lost for words, then he wheeled on Natasha.

"Romanov, what did you do?"

After that, Peter didn't get quite so many lectures from Tony.

And if he tried, Natasha or any one of the Avengers always seemed to have a story about one of the many, many mistakes Tony had made in his time.

It wasn't very long until the lectures stopped altogether.

With the way things were going, bonding with his future teammates didn't seem like such a daunting task after all.