Soooo…. I've decided, I am going to try to make this multi-chaptered. First time writing one so lets see how this goes :)

Peter woke up the next morning left in a daze, still quite not believing he was an Avenger, one of the greatest heroes of all time, that he now has to use his great power for responsibility of the world.

"Crap," Peter cursed as he bolted straight up from the bed. "I forgot to tell Aunt May where I was going!"

He quickly dialed her number, immediately put it on speaker, and waited, shoving his face in his palms while the phone rang.

"This is bad, really, really bad. She's probably called like twenty different police stations, all of my friends, maybe even the whole city-"

"Hello?"

"Uhhh- Hey, Aunt May. H-how are you doing?" Peter chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"PETER! I thought you died! You are lucky that Ned ended up calling me late last night saying you were spending the night at his house."

"Um yeah, right, I spent the night at Ned's" Note to self, I owe Ned one. "I'm sorry, I completely lost track of time, Tony took me to his new workplace since he sold Avengers Tower off. He ended up showing me around, which took up about most of yesterday and then… I somehow got to… Ned's… house" Peter half-lied through his teeth.

"Tony? Tony Stark? I thought you lost the internship?" Aunt May asked slightly confused.

"Ohh, yeah, I might have gotten that back" He admitted sheepishly.

"What! This is great! Peter, you could have told me earlier, I wouldn't have gotten so angry and worried."

"Yeah, I had to prove I was capable to Mr. Stark, but after I did, he offered me back the internship. One requirement though is that I have to go upstate every weekend to help out at their new headquarters."

"Of course you can go up every weekend, I just want to make sure you have all the opportunity you can get. It's never too early to be thinking about college you know,"

College, normal teenage stuff, Aunt May shouldn't have to deal with all of this, Peter felt slightly guilty. She just worries for me, and wants me to be happy, I should tell her.

"Aunt May… There's something I want to tell you,"

"Okay, what is it?"

" …..Ummm…"

"Peter, you can tell me anything, I will always love you, no matter what."

"I just wanted to say…." Come on! Tell her who you are, that you're Spider-Man. "I love you, and I want to thank you for all that you do for me." Peter finished, mentally berating himself for not uttering three words, I am Spider-Man.

"I love you too. So, I will see you at home for our usual Saturday night home cooked meal?"

"Yeah I will-AHH!" Someone had walked through the wall.

"Peter, what's going on? Are you okay?"

The android, who Peter now recognized as Vision, studied him intently, "I see that you are the newest recruit, Spider-"

Peter quickly cut him off, his phone was still on speaker. "Yeah, I'm fine Aunt May, ….. uhhh… Ned slipped while getting out of the shower…. And his towel fell down. I have to go, I'll see you later. Bye!" He ended the call.

"Dude, so not cool! My Aunt doesn't know I'm Spider-Man."

"Was I supposed to use the door?"

"Yeah," It dawned on Peter that Vision was a newly created android. "But it's okay. You can walk through walls?"

"Of course, the Infinity stone on my head enables me many different abilities."

"Woah that's awesome!" Peter fired question after question, Vision barely managing to answer them, looking as uncomfortable as an android could be.

…..

"There you are kiddo!" Tony burst through the door. "We are having a group training session, it's time you actually get to meet the Avengers, well the legit ones anyways."

Spider-Man and Vision stared at him.

"Oh so I see you met Vision, told you he lacks personal space, but we're working on that. Wait, did you sleep in the suit?"

Peter touched his face, feeling the texture of his new mask. "Oh," He shrugged. "Not the first time I've done it."

"…Okay… Come on, let's go before we have a furious Black Widow on our hands."

…..

Peter gaped in awe. The training room was huge, Peter had expected it to be, but he didn't expect this. They had walked all the way to another building of Avenger's Compound. It seemed to be that each Avenger had their own gym fit with equipment that matched their style of fighting. The actual training room was an arena for Avengers to spar against each other.

"Hey, Spidey, wanna see your gym?" Tony smirked.

Peter could only numbly nod, still amazed by all the perks of being an Avenger. Tony led him down a hallway with labels on each doorway to each gym.

"Let's just skip right past these few," Tony gestured to a couple of labels covered in slight dust.

Captain America, Hawkeye, Falcon, Scarlet Witch, Peter read the labels. "Are we going to have to hunt them down?"

"I hope not, Underoos," Tony seemed somewhat downtrodden. "But let's not talk about that, okay?"

They walked down the long hall in silence.

"Well, here we are."

Peter's jaw dropped to the floor. Half of his gym was on the roof, obviously personally made for him. There was gymnastics equipment, weights, mats, punching bags, basically anything he could ever think of needing.

"…I…..I don't think I could possibly ever use all of this."

"You can and you will. Who knows how many psychotic and mentally unstable villains are out there?"

"Wow, again, thank you. This new suit, room, gym….. just being an Avenger, this is amazing."

"No need to thank me, just passing the Avenger mantle to the next generation. Now, we really need to get back. I hope Nat takes out her frustration on the punching bags and not us."

…..

"Seriously, Tony? You brought the kid?"

"You did say we are having an Avenger training session."

"Yeah, but we didn't exactly have a vote on whether or not to make him one. He's just a kid."

"I am the leader. I tried to resign from the position, but no, I'm forced back into the position after the Accords. You betrayed us, you don't get a say in this. You're lucky that even though you backstabbed us all, I still consider you a friend and convinced Ross not to send you to the Raft, in some Supermax floating ocean pokey. So you don't get a say in this."

"Uhhh, I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's not worth it to argue over me, and aren't there supposed to be more of us?" Peter gestured to the mostly empty training arena, consisting of Tony, Natasha, Vision, and himself.

"Rhodey's still doing physical therapy for his paralyzation, he's trying to get used to his new high tech leg braces. Wakanda wanted it's king back, so T'Challa is in Wakanda. Steve and his little band of Merry Men are fugitives, and the UN is chasing them down. As you can see, we are short on recruitment." Tony bitterly pointed out to Natasha.

"Fine. I'll help train him, if he dies, that's on you."

…..

Peter crashed to the ground for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Again"

Spider-Man slowly got off the ground, wincing at the bruises he had gained in the last two hours, and sent a flying roundhouse kick at Black Widow. She quickly grabbed his foot, twisted it, and Spidey quickly met his demise lying face first on the ground.

"You have to learn to expect the unexpected. Keep on your toes, don't rely completely on your spider-sense, it's helpful to have, but there are ways to over counter it. Make yourself unpredictable."

"Got it, but if you don't mind, is it okay if I leave now? I can come back, but I have to get back to New York City by dinner, and it takes at the very least four to five hours to get back. Aunt May hates it when I'm late and" Peter glanced at the clock. "…..It's already two."

Black Widow sighed, "Go, but be here every weekend. You'll need all the training you can get."

Peter jumped off the ground running back to his room , hurrying to take off his suit. After he changed, currently wearing the clothes he wore yesterday, he balled his new suit up and tossed it in his backpack.

"Well, you seem to be in a rush to get somewhere." A certain billionaire was leaning in the doorway.

"Great, you're here, Mr. Stark. Do you think you could get Happy to take me back to New York?"

"Sure, whatever you need."

"Oh, and is Karen still in my suit?" Peter had pushed past Tony, half-way out the door.

"Karen?"

"The A.I."

"Yeah, why would I ever take it out?"

"Okay, uhh- can you by chance take the Instant Kill mode out? I don't kill."

"Later, kiddo, not when you're rushing to meet your incredibly hot aunt."

"No, gross, no, no, no, not with my aunt" Peter shut down any fantasy of Tony dating his aunt. With that, Peter left, getting in a car with Happy. Ready to suffer through a long drive.

I'll try to update once a week, if not every other week. I still want to hang out with friends, go to tumbling class, do homework, watch Netflix, read a couple books, and write some one-shots so I think once a week will be best. Oh, and i'll be trying to add more length to these chapters, like this chapter I doubled the amount of words I wrote last time :)

Thank you guys so much! For all the reviews, favorites, follows, everything, I'll see you guys next week :)