Chapter 2

"Did you really think that would work?" Steve said as he stood in front of the scared teen. Luckily with the help of his Spidey sense he stopped in time before smashing right into Captain America.

"Eh, fifty-fifty." Peter replied.

"How dumb do you think we are?" Another voice from behind him said. Peter turned around quickly before meeting the eyes of Tony Stark once again. Then one by one, some of the other Avengers circled him. Black Widow and Hawkeye to his left and Bruce to his right.

In shear shock, Peter stumbled backwards, right into Steve who caught him with his two arms around his torso. Peter squirmed again, but just like last night, he was caught. However, Steve did grunt trying to keep the teen in his arms.

"And don't think about webbing me again." Steve threatened. Before Peter could even think about it Tony came forward to check his wrists. When he found nothing, he released the teen's arms.

"You know, running is the first sign of a guilty conscious." Hawkeye pointed out.

"W-why would I be g-guilty? W-what did I do?" Peter stuttered.

"Stuttering is the second." Black Widow added.

Damn it! Peter thought.

Peter cleared his throat. "If this is about that assembly, Mr. Stark," Peter spoke clearer, he looked at Tony, this time his voice was calm, at least for the most part, "Sorry I had to miss it. I'm sure it was great."

"It never happened, hot shot." Tony grinned maniacally.

"What?" Peter squeaked, "That's too bad. I would have loved to hear it."

"You'll be hearing enough of me very soon, kiddo." Tony nodded to Bruce and he started digging into his bag for something.

"What are you talking about?" Peter questioned nervously.

"Let's just say we have an internship opening for a very special little spider." Tony spoke slow and sarcastically, "A permanent internship."

Peter gulped. "For Spiderman? Wow!" Peter tried to look surprised. "I hear that guy is awesome. You should really go find him." Steve squeezed harder, making Peter squeak, "I'm sure he'd love to join."

He was rambling, he knew he was rambling. Another sign of a guilty conscious, he figured. Jeez, he was easy.

"Your ego is showing, Mr. Parker." Tony grinned again. Bruce finally came forward holding a syringe.

"W-what is that?" Peter asked, pressing himself further into Steve chest trying to get as far away from syringe as possible.

"Just a small sedative. You'll be fine." Bruce grabbed his arm and held him fast. Even the hulk has some strength to him.

"This is kidnapping!" Peter yelled angrily trying to pull his arm away.

"Nope. We have probable cause." Tony replied. With some help from Natasha and Clint, Bruce finally got Peter's arm into position.

"Alright! Alright! Alright!" Peter shouted before Bruce could stick the needle in. They knew, it was over. "I'll go with you, just no drugs!"

Bruce stopped his pursuit and backed away, only slightly. He looked up at Steve for confirmation. Steve nodded that it was fine. He hated drugging the kid too, especially when he'd come willingly. But Steve still held Peter in his grip until they fully got into Tony's car, just in case.

Peter was tense the whole ride, stuck in the middle of the car between Captain America and Black Widow. He held his hands in his lap, picking at the skin by his finger nails. He might be Spiderman, but he was pretty sure anyone of them could take him down easily. He didn't have that much experience after all, he'd only been on the job for six months.

Once at the Avengers/Stark tower, he got out of the car only to be held once again by Captain America. He wiggled a bit in his iron grip, but to no avail. He wasn't trying to escape anyway.

"I promise I won't run. But can you at least let me walk?" Peter peered behind him, trying to look at Steve to show sincerity. Steve thought about it for a moment then released him. He still kept one hand on his shoulder at all times, pushing him forward.

Peter could deal with that. Not to mention, it was an easy enough promise to keep since there were several other Avengers around that could pounce on him at any moment.

They crammed onto the elevator until they reached the upper levels – the Avenger levels. The group stepped out into a common room with a couch, television, kitchen area, and game area. With that hand on his shoulder, Steve steered Peter to the kitchen table and sat him down, finally giving in a releasing him completely. Steve sat across from him with Tony on his right, Bruce stood behind them. Black Widow and Hawkeye took the sides of Peter.

They entire time they were silent. Peter couldn't stand silence. "So, are you going to start the interrogation or what?" He asked.

"We're not here to interrogate you." Steve replied. His eyes trained on Peter's.

"Then w-why am I here?" He questioned.

"You're Spiderman." Steve said.

For a second Peter thought he could talk his way out of this, but since Captain America said it like a fact it's kind of obvious that he can't deny it. "Yes." He admitted.

"How did you get those powers?"

"So this is an interrogation!" Peter announced.

"Yes, it's an interrogation. Now answer the question." Black Widow hissed.

Peter gulped and nervously laughed. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Try us." Tony nodded.

After a brief pause, Peter shrugged and replied simply, "I got bit by a radioactive spider."

For a moment, everything was silent, then Hawkeye and Tony busted out laughing. But Steve, Bruce, and Black Widow stayed stoic. "How'd you manage to find a radioactive spider?" Tony asked through the giggles.

"Field trip to OsCorp. During the tour, they brought us to one of their genetic labs to show the altered plant and insects that they had created. I guess one got loose." Peter rubbed his hand, in the same place he got bitten. There was nothing there to scratch but sometimes he got phantom pain when talking about the bite.

"So that's it?" Hawkeye asked.

Peter just nodded. "That's it."

"What exactly are your powers?"

"Strength, heightened reflexes, heightened senses, flexibility, this weird sticking ability and a healing factor."

"What about the webs?" Steve asked with a small bit of annoyance in his voice.

"I created those."

"How?"

"Can't I keep any secrets?" The teen pleaded.

"No." They all respond in unison.

Peter sighed. "I have web shooters that I created. They're in my bag."

"Grab the bag, Bruce." Tony commanded.

He did and dumped it onto the table in front of everyone without a second thought.

"Careful!" Peter shouted, "My homework's in there!"

"Oh, please." The others dug through his school supplies to find his web shooters. Tony and Bruce made grabs for them to study them. "These are cool. What's the web made from."

"My own, special, chemical compound. Each cartilage can last several nights."

"Impressive, kid." Tony said still analyzing the technology in the weapons.

"My name is Peter." Peter corrected.

"Yeah I know, kid."

Peter shrunk back into his seat with a sigh. Steve felt that he looked defeated. "So, now what? Going to send me off to vigilante prison? Or a science lab for dissection? Or are you just going to kill me now so I can get the heck out of here?"

"None of the above." Clint answered.

"Then what? Why were you following me? Why the fake robbery? And why'd you come to my school? That seems pretty stupid to me."

Steve shrugged. "It was originally to catalog all the "superheroes" for S.H.E.I.L.D purposes. They tend to send us out on these recon type missions. As for the fake robbery, well, that was to lure you out into the open."

"So you could 'catalog' me? Can't you just do what the reporters do and make up something completely unreasonable and untruthful?"

"We wanted to talk to you in person. It's the best way to get a full analysis."

"Stalker." Peter mumbled under his breath.

"Besides we were all a little curious on who was behind the mask." Natasha added, he eyes pinpointing Peter's with direct black widow fury.

"Are you disappointed?" Peter asked, darkly.

"Not disappointed, surprised for sure." Clint answered. "You're pretty good at hiding for a kid."

"Too bad your fighting needs some work." Natasha added.

"What? I'm badass!" The teen argued. Steve flinched at the language. Coming from Tony it was normal, coming from a kid was just wrong. "These powers are awesome!"

"She's right though." Steve cut in. "Powers can only get you so far, you need technique and battle strategy."

"I've got that." Peter replied, though he didn't sound that confident in the answer. "Either way I do pretty good."

"You take down low level criminals."

"I took down high level criminals too." Peter mumbled the ending. "Just not all the time."

"If you're so sure you wouldn't mind training here." Steve said, brightly.

That got the group to stop the chatting. Everyone starred at him, questioningly. "What the heck does that mean?" Peter asked. Everyone else nodded in agreement to the question.

Steve sighed. "How old are you?"

Peter looked down at the table, "Fifteen."

"Fifteen." Steve repeated, "You're fifteen. Most fifteen-year-old boys are inside with friends playing video games and, yet, you go out and risk your life to save others. Granted, that's heroic, but it's stupid and you're not trained. You could easily have died any number of times you were out there."

"I'm not that weak!" Peter hissed, his hands forming fists on the table. "Give me some credit for taking care of the people that you all refuse to!"

Steve looked hurt for a moment. But shook it off quickly to get his point across.

"I'm just saying that you're untrained, hot shot. You need more discipline in martial arts and defense fighting styles." Steve kept his voice calm and cool, despite being frustrated with the teen.

"So what?" Peter growled.

"Here's the deal, I am willing to help you train. In fact, I'm sure you could benefit from all of our fighting styles." He motioned to the rest of the table.

Peter glared before he sucked in a calming breath. He liked the idea of being trained. He could use it honestly. He got hit far too many times. Perhaps it would be better to take that offer. But before Peter could speak his agreement, Steve continued, "However, you won't be allowed to go out as Spiderman until we believe you are ready."

"What? People could die!"

"More people are harmed when you aren't in control."

"I am in control. My powers don't go off like they use to!" Peter countered.

"Then why is your hand stuck to the table?" Tony pointed out.

Peter tore his hand away like a suction cup. The teen was flushed with embarrassment but tried to hide it as best as possible. "It's not."

Steve reached across the table and placed his hand on Peter's arm. "We can help you, Peter. That's all. In fact," Steve paused and smirked, "I'll give you some contingencies. Come to training for a little while, if you get fed up with it and believe you were better before, then you can quit."

"You'd let me do that?" Peter perked up.

"If you're that worried about your freedom being taken then I'll give you back your freedom but you have to be willing to take on some training."

"What about going out on patrol?"

Steve thought about it before answering, "During your first month, no patrol. For the next month, you can go out if someone else accompanies you. After that, you'll be able to go out on your own again."

"Two whole months before I can go out on my own?"

"That's the deal."

Steve could tell that Peter was thinking it over. It's not like he's ever been part of a team before and sometimes it could be hard to switch from solo. Ask Tony. But it's usually a huge benefit. The soldier just hoped that Peter would at least think it over.

Peter, on the other hand, was thinking of ways he could possibly get out of this with the least amount od damage. Deep down he knew he needed the training, despite his ego telling him he didn't. But he wasn't going to give up patrol. Never.

He thought about it, maybe he could do both. Just don't tell them about the patrol part and sneak out like he's always done. The only problem is if they see him out as Spiderman. He couldn't go in his suit and he couldn't use his web shooters, not excessively anyways. That's a huge hindrance. At the same time, though, he'd be learning other fighting styles that could help overcome that obstacle at least until the two months were up.

All these ideas jumbled in his brain, making it ache. Luckily his body was compulsive.

"You don't have to answer now, but –,"

"Okay." Peter said blankly, interrupting him. His compulsiveness getting the better of him.

Steve was a bit shocked the teen agreed so quickly that he couldn't come up with a response. He just sat there.

"I said, 'Okay'." Peter said again, hoping to finally get a reaction. He couldn't take it back now.

"Alright then." Steve stuck out his hand, looking Peter dead in the eye. Peter did the same and they shook hands.

Peter let go fast, almost like he'd been burned, but the promise was still there. He looked down at the table before speaking again. "When do you want to start?" He mumbled.

"How about you give us your school schedule and write down any family times you might have, then we'll go from there."

Peter nodded and reached into one of his folders to the very back. The teen brought out a wrinkled and slightly torn piece of paper. At the beginning of the year they give out a school schedule. Over time, students would get use to their classes and wouldn't need it anymore but Peter just stuck it in the back of a folder and forgot about it which meant he never threw it away.

Peter grabbed a pencil and started writing other time commitments he had which included dinner and chores, then handed the paper to Steve who took a good look at it and nodded.

"I think we'll be able to work with this." He said.

"Unfortunately you're going to have to." Peter joked, "I can't really miss those things."

"Do your parents know? About you be Spiderman, I mean?" Black Widow asked. Peter had nearly forgot she was there.

The teen was even more shocked at the topic of his parents. Obviously, only Gwen knew about his nighttime adventures. But that's because everyone else were just people that would eventually leave. But, since The Avengers seemingly didn't know about his already bad situation with that, he figured he'd keep it that way.

Peter simply shook his head.

"Why haven't you told them?" Hawkeye asked.

"Didn't want them to worry." He lied.

"Are you planning on telling them?"

"Probably not." Peter chuckled slightly.

"Don't trust them, do ya?"

Peter rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. "It's a bit more complicated than that."

"Well, Peter," Steve started again, "Do you have a phone?"

"Y-yeah." He stuttered. He brought it out of his pocket. It was an old time flip phone but it called and texted so that's all he cared about.

"That's your phone?" Tony chuckled.

"All I could afford at the time." Peter shrugged.

"Don't worry about it." Steve waved Tony off, "It'll work just fine."

Steve took the phone a programmed his number into it. Peter did the same with his, not having too hard of a time navigating the sleek design. Just because he didn't have a smart phone, didn't mean he didn't know how to use it. They switched phones again.

"I'll call you when you need to come down." Steve said, clearly.

"Right." Peter nodded. The teen looked around anxiously before asking the question he'd been wanting to since he got there, "Can I go now?"

"Yeah, you're free to go." Steve replied. Peter started gathering his stuff on the table, with the help of Black Widow and Hawkeye.

"Hold up, Peter." Tony stopped him. He placed a key card into his hand. "This will give you access to the Avenger floors and give you access to my private labs. It's were Bruce and I usually are. Since you seem to be a science-y type kid, you're free to come in. Plus, I've got to know the chemical compound in those web shooters."

"Sure thing, Mr. Stark!" He smiled, genuinely. He just got permission to work in Tony Stark's lab! His heart was about to give out from shock.

"Tony." He replied. Peter looked up at him, confused. "Tony, that's my name. I hate Mr. Stark."

"Thanks, Tony." He smiled again. He was definitely on cloud nine.

"I'm Clint, by the way." Hawkeye held out a hand. Peter took it. "That's Natasha."

Peter smiled, awkwardly. He feared her, that's for sure.

The teen walked toward the elevator. With one last wave goodbye, he stepped on and was lowered to the lobby.

Once the elevators closed, Steve turned back to the others. "Nice kid."

"Seemed nervous though," Clint smiled, a mischievous gleam in his eye, "can't imagine why."

Natasha just rolled her eyes, "So, he's an Avenger now?"

"No." Steve shook head, "at least, not yet."

"You basically asked him to be an Avenger." Clint argued, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"I asked him to train with the Avengers."

"That makes him an Avenger."

"It makes him a trainee." Steve stood up from his chair and began to pace, "we just need to help him control his powers and reach his potential."

"But by doing this we are risking him revealing our own secrets." Bruce pointed out, obviously against the idea.

"He wouldn't do that." Steve says, matter-of-factly.

"How do you know that?" Bruce inquired.

"He looked me in the eyes."

"Oh, please. Most people look others in the eyes." Tony waved off. "You're too trusting."

"Not teenagers." Steve crossed his arms on his chest, "teenagers don't like anything to do with adults. He wouldn't have looked me in the eye if he didn't want to be here. Not to mention, that even if he were to quit, which I doubt he would unless he's under extreme circumstances, we'll know enough about him to take him down if need be."

"That's your contingency plan?" Tony shouted. "How about we just hand ourselves over to HYDRA now?"

"He won't do anything." Steve repeated, "I know it."

"If someone gets their hands on that kid—," Tony started.

"They won't." Steve argued, "He's alluded us for this long. He's not that easy to catch."

"But by being in his life we may be putting him in danger." Natasha stated.

"He's already putting himself in danger without us." Clint added.

"He'll be fine." Steve grunted. "Hopefully, with this training he'll be able to protect himself better. Besides," He smirked. "He's not that weak."

They were silent.

"We'll, I'll trust your instincts." Clint announced leaning in his chair ever so slightly before swinging forward to get up. The others said nothing more. Eventually they started to file to the elevator, heading to their own floors for a good night sleep.

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