"Our best bet is to try to corner him and talk to him again, take him in by force if necessary. He didn't show up again at the Avenger's tower yesterday, and I doubt he'll be back for a few more weeks until tensions die down a little. He'll probably find some other sort of building to cling to when he gets his barrings this morning."

"Tony, you know that if he sees one of us, he'll know it's a trap."

"We could send the twins out. They haven't gotten as much media coverage as the rest of us, so the likelihood he'll recognize them is down by a lot. I think the only time they were on TV was when Spidy was dormant."

"Good idea. Which spots do you think he'd be most partial to hanging out on?"

Peter Parker put on his work suit. His Spider-Man suit, exactly. To save up for college, he was working two jobs, but thankfully they both had flexible hours. He was doing his first one right now, which was taking pictures of Spider-Man for the Daily Bugle. It didn't pay much, but it only took him about three minutes to take a good picture of himself.

Mr Jameson said that he wanted more action shots, and since Peter couldn't really think of how to take a picture of himself picking a little girl out of a fire per-say, he decided to do one better. He was going to pretend that he'd convinced Spider-Man to wear a Go-Pro on him and film a 'Day in the Life of Spider-Man'.

So he slapped a camera on himself and said to it in his happy-go-lucky Spidy voice, "Hello, New York City! I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, reporting for duty." He gave a relaxed salute. "This kind young man, Peter Parker, somehow convinced me to strap this thing on myself and film what I do everyday. Thanks Pete! I'll give it to you later."

Peter did a backwards dive off of the building he'd been standing on, making sure to do more flips and tricks than usual for wow factor. He had a two and a half hours to find some trouble, fix it, and get to his second job, which was as a pizza delivery guy. Hey, whatever pays for the webbing.

It only took a few minutes to spot a mugging. It was like the trouble was coming to him today! The Bronx was positively covered in trouble. He swung down, and stuck himself face first above the situation on a wall. The mugger was a twenty-odd year old white man with silver hair, wearing plainclothes, trying to drag a purse away from a young redheaded woman. "Hey, Mister Not-So-Sticky Fingers!"

Before he could turn around, Peter shot some web fluid at the would-be thieve's hand, pinning it to the wall and making him drop the bag. The Web Crawler proceeded to pin the petty villain, who didn't seem all that upset to be caught, and took the phone out of his pocket and called the police with the bad guy's phone. "Hello? Spidy here. We got a mugger here on the corner of Colonial and 97th. Will someone kindly come and pick him up? Thank you, officer!"

Peter hung up the phone and tucked it into the silver haired villain's front pocket. He spoke to the heavily muscled mugger, who seemed a little familiar, but Peter couldn't place his face. "If you could kindly stick arou-"

Peter froze. Suddenly he wasn't standing in some back alley in the Bronx, but in his living room, which was on fire. Sitting at the kitchen table were Uncle Ben, still riddled with bullet holes, Gwen, back twisted at a funny angle with blood dripping out her mouth, Officer Stacy, who had been ripped open by Doctor Connors' claws, Doctor Connors himself, Max, Harry, and his parents. Aunt May was sobbing, back up against the door, trying to keep it shut.

There were scores of people outside, screaming;

"Why didn't you save my son?"

"You're a menace, Peter Parker!"

"You could have done more!"

"Why did you leave us?"

Meanwhile, the people on the inside howled with similar pain.

"You could've saved me, Peter, but instead you were selfish, and all those people died!" bellowed Harry. "I thought you were my friend!"

"I'm sorry, Harry! I wanted to help, but my blood-" Peter tried to apologize, but was cut off by Captain Stacy.

"Excuses!" he barked. The wails of the civilians continued just outside his home. "Did you make an excuse when you killed Gwen, too? You can't even protect her, much less a whole city! I told you to stay away from her, boy!"

"I-I'm sorry, Captain Stacy, I'm sorry!" Peter screamed. "I didn't mean for you to die, I didn't mean for Gwen to-"

"Did you even try to save me, Peter? You let me go into the control room! You didn't catch me! And then you check out for a year, letting crime run through the city? You're evil, Peter! I never loved you! I wanted to go to Oxford to get away from you, but I guess I didn't get out soon enough!"

"Gwen..." Peter fell to his knees, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Gwen, I'm so sorry. I'm sorr-"

"You say you're sorry? You're nothing but a vengeful boy! It was your insolence that killed me, and now it's killing your aunt, too!" Uncle Ben shouted, gesturing towards Aunt May, who continued to sob, holding the door closed so the people couldn't get in, getting burned by the flames. "We should have left you for dead, like you left us!"

"Peter!" Aunt May cried. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have prepared! Now they're coming for me, to get to you! I wish that you died with your parents!"

"I would've never been proud of you, boy," his father spat.

"Dad!" Peter gasped. "Dad, I'm sorry!"

"Don't call me your father, boy! You are no son of mine!"

"We left because we didn't want a son like you," his mother glared.

"I'm sorry I didn't save y-" Peter collapsed backwards, passed out.

"His fears," the Scarlet Witch gasped, hand over her heart. "Are... horrible. Never again."

Pietro moved to comport her, but Natasha stopped him. She had been hiding in the shadows while the twins had play acted to draw Spider-Man out. "Wanda. Did you get his name?"

Wanda nodded, hand still on her heart. "Peter... Peter Parker."

Natasha nodded and turned to Pietro. "Quicksilver. Take Spider-Man to Avenger's tower. Lay him out on the couch, then come for me and Wanda. Be quick."

Pietro grinned at her. "Quick is my middle name."

He was gone before either of them could blink, taking Peter with him. After a second, Natasha asked, "Is his middle name really Quick?"

"No, it's-"

"I'm back, come on," he picked up his sister and speed off.