I actually had no clue more than three people would like this idea. Thanks guys. I try to wait a few days before posting new chapters but I'm at the point where I ran out of fiction to read so I'll just write some.

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Without further adieu, chapter two. (That rhymed!)

Chapter Two: The Tower, the Hawk, and the Spider.

-Jin

Just because the Avenger's HQ had been relocated, it didn't mean that the Avenger's Tower was no longer used.

Mr Stark kept it as somewhat of a hotel for superheros. A gathering place and such. Yeah sure, the Avenger's practically lived at the new HQ, but every once in awhile, one of them would visit the good ol' tower just to relax or something.

Or, in Peter's case, to work on his web formula. (Yeah sure he's not an Avengers yet, but he will be).

Mr Stark had given Peter's full rights and permission to use his labs for "Whatever the heck ya want, kid", and Peter had planned from day 1 to abuse the power of which was graced to him. He spent most nights chilling on the ceiling of the lab doing homework, or sometimes he'd make his own corrections to his spider suit, sometimes he'd update Karen or try to find ways for her to not go insta' kill whenever Peter activated Combat Mode.

Recently, while Peter was swinging around and doing all that cool stuff, he had noticed that the web fluid had started to gunk up around the output of his shooters because of all its extra fibers. He then realized that he actually no longer had to use his chemistry class period to discreetly make fluid with whatever chemicals he found that worked. He could go to Mr Stark's labs and make better, stronger, and all-around cooler web fluid.

So that's what he was doing.

After calling Aunt May and informing her that he would be a few hours, he went over to the Avenger's Tower and started the long and tedious process of making a new kind of web fluid.

Formula one exploded in his face. Number two exploded and stuck all over the wall, not even Peters barbed gloves could get it off. Three made a funky smell that made Peter evacuate for a few hours. Around formula 'I lost count', Peter decided that his brain couldn't function without food. He walked out of the lab and into the nearest kitchen.

The Tower was huge, and usually pretty empty. On the lower levels there would be some Stark Industry workers doing stuff, but the top ten or fifteen levels where the Avengers, now usually just Peter, hung out were eerily silent and uninhabited.

That's why Peter didn't scope out the kitchen with his heightened senses, why he didn't take the slight pulse of electricity at the back of his skull seriously. He didn't expect anybody else to be in that room. He figured the reason his Spidey-Sense was going off was because there was something the opposite of fresh in the fridge.

He found a can of Coca-Cola and a microwaveable box of Mac and Cheese, so after heating the box up he sat down at the counter with a pretty good dinner. Not really. But hey, no one lived in the Avengers Tower. Mr Stark only kept some of the kitchens stocked because he knew Peter would sometimes come over and probably want to eat.

He dug a plastic spork (seriously Mr Stark?) into the box of steaming cheesy goodness and took a bite of aforementioned goodness. He was halfway through the box when it happened.

His Spidey-Senses suddenly increased right when a small little dot came into his vision, hanging by a thin thread.

"Holy SH-" Peter yelled in terror before falling off his stool and onto the tiled floor. He landed pretty roughly on his bum but he didn't really notice because hoLY CRAP THERE WAS A FREAKING SPIDER RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE WHAT THE ACTUAL-

Peter suddenly heard laughter. At first he thought the laughter belonged to Mr Stark or Happy, laughing it up because of the irony that Spider-Man was afraid of spiders. But you know what?! The last time Peter ran into a spider he got bit by it, which resulted in the painful alteration of his DNA. So yes, Peter was slightly afraid of spiders. It was embarrassing. There was this one time he helped a girl (as Spider-Man) who sprained her ankle in some random dirty alleyway, and as he was letting her lean on him they both stumbled and he shot out his arm to the nearest wall to stabilize their balance. His hand, shot right through a disgusting web and landed right next to a mean looking spider.

Let's just say both Peter and the girl screamed so loud that a cat was startled from its hiding place. Freaking Karen wouldn't stop laughing.

Karen actually told the whole story to Mr Stark and Happy, so that's why he thought the laughing belonged to them, unless Karen had somehow changed her voice and he could here her from his backpack located in one of the labs.

But his theory was proven wrong when the vent cover above the counter suddenly opened and a full grown man jumped down with a fake spider hanging from plastic thread. He had blond hair and blue eyes that crinkled at the outer corners when he smiled.

"Dear Lord, oh gosh… hahaha," the man laughed. "On man, the last time I heard a scream that loud was when I dumped a bucket of ice on Thor's head!" As the man leaned over and clutched at his sides in laughter, Peter and finally worked up the strength to stand up. He eyed the fake spider with distrust, but then he switched his attention to the man.

He seemed familiar, and Peter's good ol' ability to sense danger wasn't going off. The man also mentioned Thor… one of the two Avengers Peter haven't yet have the pleasure of meeting or fighting against. Who was this man? Was he an Agent or something?

Suddenly, Mr Stark's words said in the past hit him over the head with a breadstick. It was on the way to the airport with Happy when Mr Stark called him to debrief him on all of his allies and enemies.

"Clint Barton, Hawkeye. If you see him, that means you have a pretty good chance of fighting him. Always make sure he's in your sight. He worships Legolas and likes to use his bow with explosive arrows. If you lose sight of him, you're pretty much screwed. He also likes high places and pranking people. He's a master of stealth, after Nat of course, and we think he likes to sleep inside the vents or on top of the DVD cabinet instead of his actual bed. Avoid him but stick close enough to know when he is aiming at you."

"Y-you're Hawkeye!" Peter accused, pointing his finger at the man.

Now he knew why he didn't immediately recognize him. He was seven years old during the Battle of NY, so on the news stations reporting the aftermath of the battle, Peter really only payed attention to the main guys. Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, and the Incredible Hulk. Once stores and markets were repaired and up-and-running, the first thing he begged Aunt May and Uncle Ben to buy him was the Iron Man helmet and the stabilisers he used on his hands. All plastic and fake of course. He also got a miniature version of Captain America's shield and giant glove versions of Hulk's fists. Thor's Hammer was always out of his price range but he wanted one. Still does. Once he got more money he bought figurines, but only for the big guys. Hawkeye and Black Widow came with the set but he didn't really care too much for them.

During the Civil War, Peter didn't actually interact with Hawkeye too much. Like, he saw one or two arrows flying through the air and saw the dude during that super epic standoff with everyone, but he never fought the guy Spider to Bird. Mutant to Prankster.

"The one and only, kid," Hawkeye… Clint… Mr Barton… said. Peter will just call him Mr Barton because that was polite, right? "So now you know who I am, but who are you? Children aren't usually allowed in the Tower."

It was scary how quickly Mr Barton's posture changed from "OMG I am hilarious and you're face was hilarious and this whole situation is just hilarious" to "Your suspicious and I don't like suspicious people". Peter got the feeling that one wrong word would set off Hawkeye's Legolas-Senses.

"Um-P-Peter Parker, Mr Barton… er I work as Mr Stark's intern and he gave me permission to use the labs and- um," Peter quickly reached into his pockets and pulled out the ID Mr Stark had given him to access the upper levels of the Tower. "Here…"

Mr Barton narrowed his eyes and Peter but took the ID anyway. He looked over the card and Peter suddenly started to panic. What if he stole that card and never realized it. What if Mr Barton somehow finds a mistake and then beats up Peter? WHAT IF MR STARK PUT THAT PETER WAS SPIDER-MAN ON THE CARD?!

"Well, this looks like it all checks out, here kid," Mr Barton suddenly said. He tossed the ID and Peter caught it easily, too easily. Mr Barton narrowed his eyes, if the man's eyesight was as good as his name suggested, Peter was sure that Hawkeye noticed the way to quick of reflexes.

"Um… Mr Barton…" quick Peter, change the subject. Don't let Mr Barton suspect you more than he already does you idiot. "Er… why are you here? Aren't you… you know… a criminal? On the r-run with Captain America… Mr Barton… sir…?" Smart move dumb-a. Ask the wanted criminal why he's inside a high security building. That won't make the guy like you. Peter is so screwed.

But, to Peter's surprise, the guy started to laugh again. "Goodness where did the Iron Idiot pick you up?" Mr Barton said, wiping a fake tear from his eye. "Kid, first thing, if you call me Mr Barton one more time I'm going to probably throw you out the window. Second thing, I'm here because I want to be. Tony won't mind."

"But-"

"Look, Peter was it?" Mr B- Clint… said, crossing his arms as he wore an amused expression. Clearly Peter's awkwardness was entertaining. "Sure, to the government I'm wanted. So is Cap, and Wanda, and all those guys on the cool team. But we're still the Avengers. Even when I was retired I was an Avenger. We may fight each other sometimes, but we're all on the same side. To protect the earth. Even though Ross ordered somewhat of an 'arrest on sight' kind of thing, we're all still friends. Except for Vision, I think that guy actually hates us. And I'm not sure about that kitty cat that was fighting with Tony."

'We're not sure what side Black Panther is on either,' Peter thought. But of course he couldn't say that out loud. He didn't want another person to find out his crime fighting alter ego. "But you guys were all fighting each other pretty seriously," Peter said.

Hawkeye shrugged. "Wasn't the first time that happened. First time I met Thor, he broke into one of our temporary bases because we had his hammer, and I was shooting arrows at the guy with intent to seriously injure. When Tony met Thor those guys literally destroyed a few acres of forest trying to kill each other. I was ordered to kill Black Widow before she joined us. Wanda used to be on the actual evil side. We've all fought before and it won't be the last time. We'll all eventually kiss and make up."

That… was actually oddly comforting to Peter. Here he was, an odd kid bitten by a radioactive spider and given unbelievable powers. He had always dreamed of joining the Avengers and now he was at the point where he could eventually be a part of that superhero family. But right when Mr Stark took interest in him, it was when the Avengers were split. Peter had feared that he would only get to know a few of his heros, and be the enemy of the rest. But if what Hawkeye said was true, he had a chance of actually meeting the rest of the team on good terms. It was an exciting thought, and hopefully not too far out of reach.

"Now," Clint suddenly said, startling Peter out of his musings. He was back to wearing a playful smile that reached his eyes. His whole expression screamed 'I'm the only reason the Avengers haven't died from overdose seriousness yet'. "I heard that Mr Stark would be heading here soon for some reason or another, and I planned to booby trap this whole tower. Plastic wrap in the door ways and toilet seats, fake bugs everywhere, going all out. We're talking air horns under the office chairs and behind the doors, and switching the toilet paper from front side to back side. And kid, I need a sidekick for a project this big. Are you willing to answer to the orders of a wanted criminal?"

Peter could hardly believe that Clint was asking him to prank Mr Stark. He grinned. "It would be a pleasure, boss."

'This, Mr Stark, is for taking away my suit.'

So, I have a confession to make. I'm the only one in a pretty poor-ish family who's a hard core Marvel fan. So, when new movies come out, it's usually on my own wallet and planning to go see them. Because of this, I haven't actually seen Ant-Man yet. I know a couple of you guys want me to write an interaction chapter with Scott, and I will, but after I convince someone who has the movie to let me borrow it. I also haven't seen any of the X-Men because I wasn't really interested in them, but I do have a way to binge watch pretty much every one of those movies, just haven't found the time to do so. Also, Deadpool isn't a character I'm confident in writing, nor have I seen his movie. Eventually, I want to have written every character I could, until then, I will try to restrict myself to characters I know.

Thanks for reading, the next chapter probably won't come out as quick as this one, but yeah.

Who else freaking loves Hawkeye. I do. I'd marry that man if he wasn't already.

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