Disclaimer: The only thing I'm fairly sure I own are OCs. If I owned Spider-Man, then Doc Ock would never have taken over Peter's body.

Post Revelation

Peter inwardly panicked, wondering what villains would do to his loved ones. Outwardly, he forced himself to stay cool. The teenage crime-fighter pasted a cocky smile on his face that matched the attitude he-or, well Spider-Man, anyway-was known for as he faced the swarm of paparazzi.

"How exactly am I supposed to answer your questions when I don't even know what you're asking? Do you people even need to breathe?" That statement makes a few of the reporters' chuckle. Regardless, they quiet down and-seemingly communicating with telepathy- elect a spokesperson. Peter vaguely recognizes him from the Venom fiasco a few weeks ago.

"Aren't you Peter Parker, the boy who Venom said was Spider-Man? Why did you deny it, if it's apparently true?"

"Well, most superheroes who want to not be swarmed by reporters and/or villains keep their identities secret as long as they possibly can."

"Then why aren't you denying it right now?"

"Because my mask came off while I was fighting and it would obviously be a lie?"

"How did you acquire these powers? Are you a mutant or not?"

"I can tell you I don't possess the X-Gene myself, although I have some friends who do, but, as for who I came to get my powers, I'm afraid that particular secret will remain secret."

"What caused you to decide to become a superhero?"

"Unfortunately for you, that's another trade secret. Now, I'd just love to stay and chat, but I'm afraid that I'm out of time. Adios, amigos!"

Peter gracefully flips onto the deck of the Quinjet and performs an over-exaggerated bow in the reporters' direction before the hatch closes.

Peter lets his charismatic, cocky persona slip the second nobody but the Avengers can see his face. Now, his face is pale, and his eyes haunted. What did I just do? Am I completely insane? The amateur scientist draws a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself. What do I tell Aunt May? What about my friends from school? Then as the shock starts to fade Peter blanches.

"I am so, so dead. Gwen's going to give me the LOOK. Most likely, some extra potent version meant to kill on sight." Peter lets out a shudder at the thought.

Nearby, Clint can't help but smirk at the teens comment. "Really? Really? Your biggest worry is that some girls going to give you a 'look'? What about villains?"

"It's not a look Barton. It's the LOOK and it's ten times more frightening than any villain." The archer shakes his head in disbelief, before turning back to his precious arrows.

Setting the Quinjet on autopilot, Tony turns to smirk at Peter. "I'm impressed Parker. You handled the paparazzi like a pro." Peter lets out a snort.

"I should be an actor. How do you guys handle it? Doesn't being instantly recognized ever bother you? How do you get used to it?"

"Nat and I are super-spies. By the time we're noticed, we're long gone."

"People don't really mention it that much. I think that they're afraid of me hulking out."

"I don't think you can ever get used to it, just not be affected by it as much."

"I was already well known in Asgard, Man of Spiders. It makes naught the difference to me."

"Meh. I'm a genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist. It never bothered me." Peter rolls his eyes, but is grateful for his teammates support.

Across the world, varying degrees of shock are displayed. People in New York, especially people who know Peter, can't believe that somebody like, well, Peter can be an iconic superhero. In other countries, people can't believe that one so young can carry such a burden.

A/N: I know it's really short, but if I didn't end it, the rest of the chapter would be too awkward. Please excuse my quips; I'm not a big expert. Pretty please R&R. Next chapter: Peter deals with his aunt and goes back to school. Hopefully it'll be updated later today.