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Spider-Man sat on the roof of a building.

Today, the spiderling had stopped a bike thief, given directions to a lost woman (who bought him a churro to thank him), accidentally caused a small riot when he assumed a guy was a car thief and then had to help the poor man get unstuck.

Since his patrol was coming to an end, it was time for the one thing Peter had to do since coming back from Germany.

Call Mr. Stark to tell him about his XP.

Or at least try.

For two whole months, neither Mr. Stark nor Happy picked up when he tried to call or texted. Half of Peter was relieved while another was worried on what May would do if she found out Mr. Stark still doesn't know.

Peter hung up when he heard the familiar voicemail. Placing the phone away with a sigh, Peter leaned his head back against the building.

Why he so afraid? Why should he be afraid? Why did this have to happen to him?

The young vigilante was pulled from his thoughts when his enhanced hearing picked up the sound of voices. Turning towards the sound, the young mutant saw a group of mem in plastic Avenger masks rushing into a bank with large guns that looked like it came straight out of a Sci-Fi movie.

"Finally," Spider-Man muttered to himself and launched himself from the fire escape towards the bank.

Meanwhile, May Parker was in a meeting with Peter's doctor, Aaron Glassman.

Aaron Glassman was a grown man with glasses, and greying hair. Not only was he Peter's doctor, but he was also their friend.

"I'd wish Peter would start coming to these appointments more," Dr. Glassman told May

"Well, you did scare him on our last visit,"

"May," the doctor said with a tone that had stern and concern, "He has XP,"

Up to this point, May hated the words just as much as Peter. It wasn't fair, there was so much her nephew could bring to the world but he was robbed of that chance, "Well, I know that."

"Which is why, as scary as it is, he needs to know this. He's beginning to reach the age we talked about, and with every year the risks become more serious,"

May glanced down at the floor, she knew the risk of letting Peter be Spider-Man but she also knew he would have done it anyways, "I know,"

"Has there been any symptoms, any changes at all?"

"No, he's been just the same. I've done everything as you told me," May said the last part almost frantically, she couldn't bear to lose Peter. He was all she had left.

Dr. Glassman saw this as a good time to leave as he picked up Peter's file and began to walk towards the door.

"What does he do when you're gone?"

"Nothing dangerous, I hope," May answered with an amused smile.

"I'm starting... to think... you're not... the Avengers!" Spider-Man yelped as he was tossed back and forth with the mysterious alien gun.

Sticking his hand to the ground, Spider-Man webbed a cash box and pulled it back so it slammed against "Captain America's" head, causing him to blackout.

Without the gravitational pull, the vigilante fell to the ground on his stomach. Just then, the black watch on the vigilante's wrist began beeping.

"Crap," Peter muttered, the curfew May gave him was ending and sunrise was starting to near, "Alright guys, let's finish this up!"

It took some time but the Spiderling had webbed up the bank robbers and left a note for the cops before heading home.

Since it was nighttime, most of the neighbors were mostly asleep so it was easier for Peter to climb the wall towards his bedroom window.

As usual, Spider-Man stopped at the dark tinted window and pulled it open. As usual, the boy crawled on the roof into his room and shut the window closed with his foot.

His door was already closed, so Peter flipped backward and landed skillfully on the ground.

Pulling his mask off, Peter released a sigh of relief. However, his smile dropped when he saw that on his bed was...

Ned!

His best friend was sitting on his twin bed with his jaw hanging open and a half completed Lego Death Star in his hands. The boy was in complete shock as the lego set fell from his grasp and shattered into pieces on the ground.

"What was that?" May called from the kitchen

"Nothing!" Peter called out, "It's nothing!"

"You're the Spider-Man," Ned breathed out with shock, "From Youtube!"

"No, I'm not!" Peter attempted as he pressed the Spider logo and tried to pull the suit off as fast as he could.

"You were on the ceiling!" Ned responded pointing upwards

"No, I wasn't!" Peter tried even though he knew he was caught, "Ned, what're you doing here?!"

"May let me in," Ned answered as Peter pled on a pair of PJ's, "We were gonna finish the Death Star!"

Crap! With patrol and the nerve of telling Mr. Stark about his XP, Peter forgot that he invited Ned over to his place today.

Just as Peter pulled up his sweatpants, May stepped into the room. Out of instinct, the boy kicked his suit out of sight.

"Hey boys," May greeted with a smile, "I ordered Thai. Ned, there's enough if you want some,"

Peter stepped in before Ned could reply, "He can't, he has a thing!"

"A thing to do," Ned finished off softly

May stared at them for a while, "Okay," she said then shut the door behind her.

"Does she know?" Ned asked as Peter picked up his suit and folded it up neatly.

"Of course she knows!" Peter whispered-shouted back as he put the suit into his closet, "Well, Mr. Stark knows too because he made my suit,"

"Tony Stark made that?!" Ned almost shouted with excitement before gasping, "Are you an Avenger?"

Peter hesitated as he closed his closet door, "More like Avenger-in-training," he said after a brief pause.

Ned almost fell back in shock, "So, technically, I'm like the first you told your secret identity to?".

"Technically, I didn't tell you, but... yup. You're the first I've told,"

Ned almost beamed, "Well, I better get going then,"

Peter nodded before kneeling to the ground to pick up the lego pieces, "I can rebuild this and we can try again next time,"

"Sounds good,"

"Oh, Ned!" Peter called out, "This has to be kept between us!"

"No offense Peter but even if I do tell someone, no one will know it's you,"

Peter looked up with shock but Ned had already slipped out the door.

When the boy had finished putting the fallen lego pieces into a box, he trudged into the

May had been setting the table when she looked up and saw the troubled look on her nephew's face.

"What's the matter, honey?"

Peter sighed and sat down at the dining room table, "Ned knows about me and Spider-Man,"

May looked surprised at first and then sat down across from him, "Oh, well is that a problem?"

The boy shrugged, "No, I mean I trust Ned. I guess it's not all bad, I just didn't want him to find out this way,"

"Well it can't be all that bad, I mean how did Stark react to you having XP?"

Peter hesitated "Funny story, true story - actually. See the thing is..."

Mays eyes widened, anger and shock could be seen clearly, "You never told him?!"

"I tried calling but he's really busy. I'm trying my best,"

"You promised me that you were going to tell him, Two Months Ago!"

"I'm trying but I can never tell plus I heard on the news that he sold Avenger Tower and is moving upstate," Peter babbled on

"I am not comfortable with him not knowing, you promised me that you would tell him," May huffed

I know, I know," Peter sputtered "And I will, I promise!"

"You'd better because if you don't then I will," May said sternly, "I don't care if I have to march into Avengers Towers, I'll do it, Peter!"

Peter almost chuckled but figured it wasn't the best time but the thought of Tony Stark being scolded by Aunt May was both horrifying and amusing.

"I promise, next chance I get, I'm gonna tell him,"

FYI: I saved Mr. Delmar's Sandwhich shop because of something I have planned for the next chapter.