It had been a mission like any other. Tony and Steve had been doing just fine destroying evil robots that wanted to take over the city. They were even counting to see who could destroy the most. Tony was up by seven and Steve was quickly closing in on him. They were actually having fun while trying to save the world! They were bonding like super husbands would usually bond. They were close to ending the battle when the leader of the robots sent out even bigger robots. These were a lot harder to take down, and took at least three Avengers or one Hulk to take down.

It was when these giant robots showed up that Fury told the Avengers he was calling in backup. Steve and Tony instantly knew who "backup" was. They were calling in the Fantastic Four, the X-Men, and Spiderman. The two didn't particularly mind the first few, but they were worried about Spiderman. Spiderman being their son Peter. It would be his first actual mission dealing with someone who wanted to take over the world. He'd asked to go with them at first, but they'd firmly said no since they didn't want him hurt. Now he was coming in whether they said no or not.

Spiderman was a huge help in the battle surprisingly. He was the smallest and most undetectable, which is why he was the one who'd managed to make it past the robots to the leader and promptly knock him out. He spun a couple webs, hung the guy from a lamp pole and watched as Thor, the Hulk, and Clint knocked him around a bit. Steve and Tony had ruffled his hair when he'd taken his mask off and told him what a good job he'd done for his first Avengers mission.

Things had been going wonderfully great until his spider sense had tingled. Peter looked around and listened carefully, hearing a slow ticking coming from somewhere. He'd walked away from the group to check it out, though he didn't know that that had been a terrible mistake until it was too late. He'd found a bomb in an alley way ten seconds from going off. He'd done what any hero would have. He'd wrapped it up tightly in a cocoon of his webbing and when it went off he was thrown back. He hit his head extremely hard on a piece of rubble and flying debris piled on top of him.

"Peter!" Steve and Tony had yelled in panic, running over to see if he was okay. What they found was their son bleeding from a horrible gash on the back of his head as well as shattered bones. His crushed ribs were making it hard for him to breathe, and he was unconscious. An ambulance quickly arrived on the scene and Peter was quickly wheeled away on a stretcher.

The young spider was in the emergency room for thirty-two hours, being operated on in hopes of saving his life before they lost him completely. Three times he went into shock, almost dying each time. Peter was stronger than they'd originally thought though, healing on his own at a steady pace. The only thing that wouldn't heal by itself was the huge gash on the back of his head. It was so badly split open that they could see Peter's muscle clearly. The doctors had to stitch it shut quickly before he lost any more blood.

If Peter weren't Spiderman he would have died. His body did well to keep him alive. The only downside to all of it was the fact that when the doctors were finished he continued to be unconscious. After the first day he didn't wake up they knew something wasn't right. After the second day they found out that he was in a deep coma he may never wake up from. The blow to his head had knocked him into it and his mind wouldn't let him out. He slept in the hospital for eight long months.

When Peter finally did wake up, it was the most shocking thing in the world to Steve and Tony. They had rushed to the hospital only to find that he had gone to sleep, looking peaceful. The other Avengers came with them, and they sat around waiting for him to wake up again. They sat for two whole hours, some starting to think that maybe the doctor and nurse had been hallucinating. That was until they heard shifting in the bed and groan.

They all turned to Peter, quiet as he opened his eyes slowly, blinking at them. When his eyes were focused, they all noticed a strange look. Like… Like he didn't know who they were.

"Peter?" Steve called softly, shocked in his place next to Tony. He hadn't been too prepared when Peter blinked at home and then tilted his head in confusion.

"Peter?" He said. "Who's Peter?"

It was overwhelming. Tears gathered in Steve's eyes and slowly cascaded down his cheeks as he stared at Peter. Was he playing some kind of joke? Pretending to not know his own name just to mess with them? No. The confusion in his eyes was too real. This wasn't some sick, cruel joke like Steve wanted it to be. His son, his baby boy, his Peter, didn't remember anything.

Tony seemed to think it was a joke, and even laughed a little.

"Very funny, kiddo. I'm glad you're awake and still have a sense of humor," he said, going over and ruffling Peter's hair. Peter's frown deepened and he pulled away from the hands, wondering why this man was touching him. He didn't know who he was or why he was here, so he definitely didn't want to be touched by him. But there was a strange sense of security he couldn't deny. The touch had been unwelcome but comforting, and although he'd pulled away he wanted those big warm hands to ruffle his hair again, give him that feeling of safety once more.

"Who are you? Why are you touching me?" He asked.

"Peter, this joke isn't funny anymore. Stop kidding around," Tony said.

"Why do you keep calling me Peter?"

"Why doth he continue to not know his own name?" Thor asked. This all seemed a little strange.

"Guys, we need a meeting out in the hallway," Bruce said slowly. The group filed out into the hallway with furrowed eyebrows and fear in their eyes.

"I hate to be the one to say this, but it looks like Peter lost his memory when he hit his head."

"Seriously? Like, it's all gone, everything from the time we first met him to that fight?" Clint asked.

"I fear it may be more than that. He may not even remember his Aunt and Uncle."

Steve was hyperventilating, which obviously meant something since he was Captain America and Captain America didn't hyperventilate. Tony forced him to calm down and breathe so that they could talk this through. He felt Steve's pain. Their fifteen year old son who they'd had since he was five couldn't remember who they were, and it was the hardest thing in the world for them.

Peter wondered why those people had suddenly left the room and looked down at his lap. He couldn't help thinking that maybe Peter actually was his name, since those people called him by it. He was so confused and lost, and not remembering anything made it that much harder. He fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, tears leaking out of his eyes. He wanted to remember, but his head hurt the more he tried.

"Don't worry, Peter… I can help you remember," a sort of whispery voice said. Peter looked around, wiping his eyes and wondering where the voice had come from.

"Who's that? And how can you help me?" he asked.

"I am your guardian. I will help you remember what you have forgotten. Simply listen to what I say… listen…"

The voice faded as the door opened and the Avengers walked back in. Steve and Tony walked over, sitting down on the bed next to Peter.

"Peter, a therapist is gonna come talk to you, okay? He's gonna ask you a few questions," Steve said.

"Alright…" Peter agreed hesitantly.

A therapist by the name of Doctor Hawthorne entered the room and sat down in the chair next to the bed. He gave Peter a smile and started asking questions.

"Okay, Peter. I'm gonna ask you a few basic questions, alright?" he said. Peter simply nodded.

"What color is the sky?"

"Blue."

"What is nine times five?"

"Forty-five."

"When is your birthday?"

"I don't know."

Doctor Hawthorne wrote down the information. He continued on with his question, getting more into Peter's personal life and getting answers that were either "I don't know" or "I can't remember." The more questions the therapist asked, the more heart broken the group became. Peter didn't remember anything about his own life. And it was heartbreaking.

When Doctor Hawthorne was finished, he pulled the group of Avengers out into the hallway. He'd come to a diagnoses.

"You were right, Doctor Banner. Peter has amnesia."

There's chapter two. We have now confirmed that Peter Parker has amnesia. It's terrible, isn't it? I hope to get more reviews this go round, I like reading your opinions. And I'd love if you all pointed out any flaws. Thank you all!