At dinner the silence was deafening, even painful. Last time they had sat in this restaurant Aunt May had no clue who and what he was. Now, now she knows everything. They ate their food without a word until there plates where cleared.

"So…" She finally began. "I haven't seen Spider-Man on the news recently." Peter hadn't had the heart to put the suit back on since May had found out.

"Well erm, you know. Just been taking it easy."

"Peter." May said taking his hand. Peter still couldn't bring himself to look his Aunt in the eye, he had lied to her for so long. "I may not agree or want you doing what your doing. But Peter you've saved so many lives, you've saved people Peter." May quickly glanced around before whispering a little quieter. "Ben would be so proud of the man your becoming." She told him, tear welling in her eyes, she thought hard to keep them at bay. But both her and Peter couldn't help but let a couple slip down their checks. May grabbed a napkin and lifted Peter's chin up before wiping his tears. "As long as you keep your grades and attendance up and try to stay safe, I might just be able to let you do this." May smiled, but her eyes seemed burdened with the memory of her late husband.

"I will." Peter forced himself to smile back, the memory of his Uncle also all to painful.

Peter woke, the early morning sun starting to creep through his window. From the bottom bunk of the bunk bed, he could see the red and blue suit sticking out his school bag. Peter lay there for a while, his thoughts contradicting each other. On one hand he wanted to jump right back on the horse and continue doing what he loved, helping people who can't help themselves. However, with everything that has happened, and the nightmares that consume his dreams. He's scared, and he can't admit it, not even to himself. Peter went to pull the cover back over his head when he got a glimpse of a framed photo of Uncle Ben on his nightstand. With a sudden boost of unknown courage Peter jumped out of bed and grabbed the suit. As he pulled it on he remembered why he became Spider-Man, why he risks his life. Why he has to be brave when others need him the most. With a quick tap of the spider on his chest the suit wrapped to his form. Then in a matter of seconds he was soring through the sky, his web shooters working to their full capability.

"Good morning Peter, it has been twelve days, six hours and eleven minutes since we last spoke." Karen's usual cheery voice was a welcome sound.

"It's good to be back." Peter couldn't help but smile as he swung through the air, the morning sun on his back, the sound of traffic buzzing bellow.

As Peter made his way deeper into the city a large crowed suddenly drew his attention. The crowed seemed to be gathered outside the Biotech Industry building or simply B.T.I as if was more commonly known as, Peter recalled the time he wrote a paper about the company. He had been comparing it to one of its biggest competitors Oscorp. Both companies specialise in chemical weaponry among a few other things, and both are trying to compare to the might of Stark Industries. Even though Stark doesn't make weapons anymore, his inventions are keeping him right at the top of the market. He's the one to beat, Oscorp and Biotech are constantly at each others throats, both desperate for the spot at the top. Curiosity lead Peter to watch from a nearby building, he crouched on the edge peering over at the event.

"Zoom in on this Karen." With the aid of his suit he watched the founder and CEO of B.T.I accept an award from a man dressed in a very smart suit. Peter couldn't help recall the suit he briefly wore to homecoming; he shook his head trying to rid the memory of the entire night. Even now, weeks later he still had cuts and bruises healing. Cameras flashed all around the CEO, he held his award with pride.

"Incoming." Karen all of a sudden announced, her voice oddly calm. Peter heard the wheezing of something mechanical before he felt something grab him. His heart stopped, he couldn't even take a breath. He thrashed around, fear taking hold. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout. Terror sealed his lips.

"Kid calm down." Tony's voice caused him to take a deep breath. He stopped struggling as he was suddenly set down on top of a much taller building. Peter's legs where shaking, his breathing fast and rapid. "You alright?" Tony asked, his faceplate lifting. Peter went to take of his mask when the heavy metal fingers of the Iron Man amour warped around his hand. "I wouldn't." Tony then simply looked to the news helicopter not to far away filming them. Peter nodded lowering his hand, his heart rate only just settling.

"What are you doing here?" Peter finally asked after clearing his throat.

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

"I was just you know, in the neighbourhood." Peter replied with a shrug of the shoulders.

"So you're not here because of the recent attacks on leading tech companies?" Tony questioned, obviously not believing him.

"Attacks?" Peter had really tired to shut himself off in the last few weeks, avoiding the news was one of his main priority's.

"Few bombs here and there at different companies' factories, even one of mine."

"What?"

"Never had the chance to go off, not at my factory anyway." Tony's gold faceplate dropped, he was silent for a moment. He turned towards the the awards event that was still going on. Tony hadn't taken Peter that far, just to a more secluded taller building. "Scans still show no sign of any explosive martials."

"I'm surprised your actually here." Peter would have imagined Tony controlling the suit from afar, his day to day life to busy to dawn the suit more than maybe once a week.

"What can I say, its nice to get out." Tony's shining blue eyes watched the event closely, drink seemed to be passed round as people swarmed to congratulate Mr Dawn the founder and CEO of Biotech Industries.

"Why would they attack here next?" Peter came up beside Tony, they turned to each other, a mechanical wheeze emitting from the amour everytime Tony moved.

"Lots of casualties, media coverage. Whoever is doing this wants attention, they wont miss an opportunity like this."

"But why…" Screams suddenly cut Peter off, both Tony and Peter's gaze switched to the crowed across the street. Green gas was spilling out of drains all around them, panic consumed the crowed as they began to choke.

"Stay here!" Tony shouted before he took off towards the event, Peter could still feel the heat of the boot jets a few seconds after he was gone.

"Yeah right." Peter dived off the building, he could feel the force of the wind on his chest as he plummeted towards the ground. He was about to shoot a web and swing to safety when green eyes took his vison, he remembered falling. Still he was unable to rid the recurring nightmare from his day time hours.

"Peter." Karen prompted as he loomed dangerously close to the cold hard ground. The web shot from his wrists latching onto a lamp post. He swung elegantly towards a woman, who in fear and panic was running straight into oncoming traffic. He scooped her up before depositing her away from the thick green gas. Peter turned to find Iron Man hovering in the sky, aiming his hand at something in the bright green smoke. He fired, the instant sound of the repulsor charging and firing all to familiar. Water suddenly gushed upwards, a magnificent fountain forming from the fire hydrant. It slowly started to disperse the green gas, Peter helped the stragglers, keeping out of the smoke himself. While Iron Man swooped in and out retrieving unconscious victims. Soon ambulances arrived and the gas was all but dispersed. Iron Man dropped down next to the fire hydrant with a clunk, using the strength of his amour he bent the metal closed, stopping anymore water from escaping. Peter watched as Iron Man hovered above the carnage, water dripping from his metal suit. He suddenly took off, only giving Peter a second to attach a web to his metal leg. They both sored through the sky, Tony noticed his extra baggage and deposited him on another roof top far away from the helicopter which was now more interested in the attack that had just happened.

"Did you breathe any in?" Tony's faceplate lifted as his pulled Peter's mask off.

"What no, I don't think so?" Peter tried to recall the events from moments ago, he had only assisted those who in panic, ran into more danger. "Why?" Tony looked Peter over before dropping his faceplate and obviously scanning him.

"Because that green smoke was deadly." Tony told him before handing him his mask and taking off at incredible speed. Peter stood alone, stunned by how things had quickly gone so wrong. He couldn't help but peer over the edge of the roof, ambulance raced, screaming down the road towards the what was once an awards event in the distance.

Peter didn't know what else to do than return home, his early morning outing having turned into a disaster. He knew it would already be on the news and Aunt May would be freaking out at home, and with his phone still on his nightstand there was no way of her contacting him. With Tony's quick departure Peter was left with his own theories on why they attack happened, and why it was unlike the others. He was still pondering over this when he reached his street. He stared at his window for a second, expecting Aunt May to be waiting behind it. He stretched out his arm, ready to swing over when something struck him on the head. He unwilling dropped to the floor, he began to slide down the tiled roof when a boot on his chest stopped him. As he struggled to remain conscious his head pounded with pain, and two green piercing eyes stared down at him. That was the last thing he saw before his eyes shut and he was forced to drift off into a restless sleep.

Authors Notes

Hello all, sorry this took so long. I was away for a week and hadn't had a chance to really write anything. Hope the chapter was worth the wait, can't wait to see some reviews. More to come soon.