Ugh… I give all my documents on my computer code names and it's super hard to keep track of which document is which. Anyways next week i'll be on vacation so i'm either going to make this chapter really long or post two this week.

Disclaimer: I don't own

"Do you think Mr. Stark has a suit car?" Peter had been annoying Happy for hours.

"A suit car?" Happy exasperated.

"You know, like a car that turns into a suit. Everything else Mr. Stark owns is a suit. His watch, his suitcase,—"

"Ok, ok, I get it, stop rambling."

"When do you think my next mission is? Now that I'm an Avenger I'll bet that I'll be able to do all kinds of missions."

"Kid, shut up."

"Did your mom name you Happy because you were a happy child? I'm certainly not getting that kind of vibe from you."

"Kid, look, I'm grateful you saved my job and everything, but if you don't shut up right now I'm going to explode."

Peter immediately stopped talking, he didn't exactly want Happy to hate him.

"…..One last question, is this how every week is going to go?"

"Yes," Happy promptly shut the window separating the passenger seats from the front seats.

"Why do all of our conversations end up like this?" Peter mumbled to himself.

Silence answered him for the rest of the ride.

…..

After a couple hours of sitting alone in his thoughts, the car came to a stop.

"Finally!" Peter jumped out, he was feeling more than a bit hyperactive after sitting still so long.

Happy rolled down his window. "Ok, here's the deal, be here every Friday as soon as you get out of school, bring a bag, you'll be staying all weekend. You may be an Avenger, but you're still an irresponsible kid. No missions until you're ready." The limo drove off back to Avenger's Compound, leaving Peter eating dust.

"Hey! I'm not just some irresponsible kid! I did manage to take down the flying vulture guy…. After I got beat up…. A lot…..But that's not the point! I am responsible! I can handle doing missions!" Peter called out after the limo, but he was too late, Happy was long gone.

Huffing, Peter walked into his apartment building, going up five flights of stairs to reach his and Aunt May's apartment. Opening the door, the aroma of a home cooked dinner filled out the entire living room.

"Aunt May! I'm home!" Peter called out, checking his watch, he had made it on time for once.

Aunt May walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron. "Peter, you're here. I made your favorite, spaghetti and meatballs. I couldn't figure out that other recipe, I kept burning it, but we did go out to get larb last time so that wasn't a complete disaster."

"Aunt May, I'll love anything you will cook." Peter complimented, but slightly grimaced at the thought of some "new" recipes she had tried out over the years.

Peter quickly washed his hands, Aunt May made it a rule to always clean up before dinner, or any meal in fact. They sat down and ate in silence, with the occasional offhand comment here and there. Which was kind of unusual, Peter is talkative, and with recent events, he should be elated. Peter felt guilt, he could have done better. Mr. Delmar's grocery store is in complete ruins, and the whole entire coast is trashed, debris littering the beach, and blackened sand from the fire.

"Is Mr. Delmar going to be alright?" In the adrenaline and stress filled week he had, he forgot to check up on how his friend was doing.

"I think so, he was just telling me earlier that he would've had to close the store down if the DODC (Department of Damage Control) didn't take care of it. His insurance didn't cover the damage. Now, I don't exactly trust that Tony Stark, but that was a pretty good thing for him to do paying for the DODC to help people like him."

Peter sighed in relief, it would've killed him inside if Mr. Delmar had to lose his business, because Peter couldn't stop some bank robbers. He hated to think that he could have destroyed a family, he couldn't let that happen, not again, not after Uncle Ben. Speaking of which, he had to make sure he kept his oath to himself.

"Hey, um.. Aunt May, I have to get some homework done. Is it okay if I go up to my room to do it?" Peter had finished eating during the silence that had filled the room.

"Yeah, of course. There's just one thing I want you to promise me. I know that you love that internship with Stark, but I just want to make sure he's not taking advantage of you. I want you to promise me that you'll stand up to him if he ever does that."

Peter was confused. "Uhhh… Sexually?"

"No, I mean your talent and hard work. You spend so much time helping him, and you're such a smart boy. I don't want some playboy taking the amazing person that you are, and molding you into something that you're not."

"T-thanks," Peter stuttered, praise felt foreign, he was used to constant critiques and lectures from the people around him. "I promise, Aunt May, but Mr. Stark only wants to help me reach my full potential. If he tries anything, I promise I will tell you about it."

"Ok, now go on, you have homework to do."

"Yes ma'am," If only Peter was actually going to do homework.

…..

"Wooohoooo!" Peter loved the feeling of swinging, he guessed it came from being part genetically spider.

"Help!" His enhanced senses picked up a young woman calling out in an upcoming alley.

Two men were cornering the young woman. Though now that Spidey had them in his sights, he could tell why. The young woman was scantily clad, yet rich looking, she happened to have a large wad of cash sticking out of her purse. A double score for thugs and perverts, the perfect prey. Other than that, it was a classic armed robbery, the two guys could have been from an movie. One man had a black ski mask, beige jacket, loose blood red T-shirt, and baggy jeans on. The other wore a dark blue hoodie with the hood covering his face, and baggy grey sweatpants.

"Give us the money," Hoodie threatened, gesturing the gun towards her purse.

"Yeah, we promise we won't hurt ya," Ski mask said in a sickening sweet way, you could see the greed flickering in his eyes.

"Are you sure about that?" Peter was sitting on the edge of a fire escape above them.

Both thugs noticeably jumped at the new voice that greeted them, looking quite frightened as they looked all around them, trying to figure out where he was. The two men hadn't noticed that they had inched closer to each other, quivering in fear.

Peter laughed, the sound echoing all throughout the alley. "Why does no one ever look up?"

The muggers looked up only for both to be kicked in the face, landing straight on their butts. Spidey quickly webbed them to the sticky and muddy ground.

"Amateurs." Peter was slightly annoyed, these thieves had taken up some of his time, and they were harassing this young woman. "Are you alright?"

The woman could only nod, she was still in shock.

"Okay, call the police. They'll take care of these two." Spider-Man quickly swung off, he had a long night ahead of him.

…..

After that, Spider-Man dealt with two muggings, a bank robbery, a small fight between minor gangs, a couple of drunks, and a kitten stuck in a tree before he got back to his apartment. The muggings and bank robbery were simple to fix, he just webbed up the felons and left them for the police.

The gang fight got a little bit more complicated, as the gang members of each clan really wanted to kill each other. It took a lot of talking on Spider-Man's behalf to get them to lower their guns, he ended up having to let them go free, it was the only way the gangs agreed not to unleash any bloodshed. The gangs weren't the only ones in the precinct, there happened to be a couple civilians around, Peter couldn't take the risk. He was fine with letting them go, he had already secretly put a spider tracer on each gang leader.

The drunks had actually been more difficult to put up with than the gang members. Spidey had kept trying to take the pair to a police officer or just someone in general that could help them get sober. Unfortunately, the two adamantly slung their arms around him, calling him Joe? According to the lengthy amount of time they spent talking to him, Spider-Man deduced that they had way too much to drink that day. No matter what he did he couldn't get the men to stop clinging to him. Eventually, he finally managed to find a friendly police officer who offered to take them off the sheepish superhero's hands and back to their homes.

What surprised Peter the most is how hard it was to get the cat out of the tree. The animal had hated him, and he had no idea why. At first, he had tried coaxing it down the tree, he figured it'd be more of a hassle for the both of them if he had to climb up there. Regrettably, the cat refused his pleas. Spider-Man had to go up the tree and bring the screeching animal down. His old homemade suit would have been torn to bits if he had been wearing it. Fortunately, his new suit happened to be more durable than what he used to wear, so when the cat had attacked him there was no damage made onto his suit. Although, the struggle he had made was all worth it when he gave the cat back to his owner, a little girl at the age of four. The little girl had given Spidey a tight hug and screamed her happiness at the rescue of her pet.

Taking off his mask, Peter glanced at the clock. It was three in the morning. He groaned, if he was any other teen he would have just slept in, it was a Sunday after all. Peter wasn't a regular teenager, he was Spider-Man, and he just happened to patrol the city every morning.

Some people would say to take break, just relax for once, but the deal was, he couldn't. Breaks get people killed. That's how Uncle Ben died, Peter didn't stop the crook. Everytime Spider-Man takes a break, there's a chance someone died because he wasn't there. His motto, with great power comes great responsibility made sure he was there to help, he wouldn't stand on the sidelines ever again. So, just like every other day, Peter set his alarm for six. At most, he could sleep three hours. He quickly pushed the release button on his chest, tossed his uniform aside, and jumped in bed.

…..

Sure enough, his alarm went off at six, jolting him out of his dreams. The constant shrieks of the alarm making him fall onto the floor.

"Ugh," Peter grumbled, he had not so graciously landed on the hard wood floor of his room.

Getting up, Peter quickly got ready and into his Spider-Man suit, he had a day of patrolling ahead of him.