After the chance meeting with Hawkeye, Peter hadn't stopped by the compound in a few days. He feared Hawkeye had told everyone that Spider-Man was really a 16 year old and he could imagine them laughing.
"Yeah right!"
Peter shook the negative thoughts out of his head. Despite the teasing, Clint was a good guy and one of the best spies in the world. He could keep a secret.
He groaned as the summer sun glared down at him. He rode his skateboard by before spotting a Starbucks, one of the more popular ones in Queens. He sighed as the air conditioning from the cafe cooled him down. He got in line to order his usual, vanilla bean scones and ice-water when he heard a familiar voice.
He glanced behind and felt like banging his head against the wall when he saw a beautiful red-headed woman in line behind him, who was no other than the Black Widow, Natasha Romanov. Granted, she had glasses and a different hairstyle to disguise herself, but Peter had spent extensive time training with her to recognize her. (Romanoff? Romanova? Seriously, what was her last name?) Peter shook his head and got his thoughts back on track when she noticed him staring.
Shit!
Maybe he could pretend to be a fan that had just recognized her and play it off but- shit she's walking towards me.
Peter quickly grabbed his food and made a beeline to the nearest table, figuring she wouldn't walk over because his table had one chair. But Natasha was determined. She pulled a chair from another table and pulled it up before she got straight to the point.
"Do I know you?"
"Uh, I don't- I mean no. I would remember meeting someone famous like you."
Her eyebrows quirked up.
"I'm wearing a disguise, and not one person has realized I'm an Avenger today. Either you're hyper observant or we know each other."
I'm so screwed.
"I guess, I just have one of those average faces, right?" Peter said, nervously.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You really don't." she said bluntly.
Peter took a long gulp of water.
Suddenly she perked up.
And a knowing smile came upon her face.
"What the shit!? Am I that bad at keeping my identity?! How did I last as Spider-Man for so long?"
She gave him a grin that stretched across her face.
"For the record, you're not that bad. I didn't even know you were Spider-Man until you confirmed it for me."
Peter stared at her blankly, realizing she in fact tricked him.
"How?" Peter asked.
She sighed.
"Looks like I have to teach you more than hand-to-hand."
She got up to leave before Peter opened his mouth.
"W-wait. Can you, like, not tell anyone who I am?"
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your secret. But I won't have to if you keep blowing it like this."
Peter blushed.
"Besides" She continued. "We spiders need to stick together."
Peter sat there for a few minutes, processing what happened.
Finally he laughed and smiled.
"I'm officially friends with the Black Widow!"