Unsurprisingly Peter spent most of the evening sitting in detention, listening to the Captain America tapes lecture him once again. All he could think about was the lightning from before, he'd stare out the window for long stretches of time but saw nothing. Even the tingling had disappeared for the last few hours. Whatever it was, it'd had just...vanished.

When the bell rung, Peter was the first out the door, darting to find somewhere private for him to pull his suit on, webbing his backpack away and climbing up the nearest building, enjoying the refreshing view of Queens. Something that never seemed to get old.

He spent the rest of his evening milling around, very little seemed to happen today, everything was unusually quiet, he sat on the edge of an apartment block, watching cars pass under his feet. He sighed, lying down, just allowing himself to be in the moment.

"Hey, Karen." Peter said.

"Yes." The suit replied.

"Do you know anything about that freak lightning storm yesterday?" Peter asked, only to be met with silence. "Karen?"

"Mr Stark has asked me to to classify those reports." She answered, Peter jerking upwards in shock.

"What? Why?"

"I do not know, he did not give me a reason." She said, Peter sighing in frustration. But before he could argue more, distant sirens could be heard, the noise took Peter's full attention. Excitement running through his veins as he hopped to his feet and began swinging his way towards the sound.

"Bout time!" He whispered as he swung from building to building, swinging around corners and leaping through the air with precision.

He took the chance to swing higher than the buildings, enjoying the view of pedestrians going about the day on the ground below. But as he looked down, a flash of light caught his eye, like a camera flash from all over the street. He was about to investigate when he suddenly found his arms were once again uncontrollable, tensing up to his side as he slowly began plummeting.

"Oh, no, no, no." Peter mumbled, A red message box appearing in his suit's eyes marking the number of metres till he hit the ground. The numbers falling faster and he did, he desperately tried to pull his arms from his side, to gain any amount of control to shoot a web and save his skin. "This can't be how it ends!" He shouted, and just as Peter prepared to hit the concrete, control came flooding back, shooting a web to the nearest building, the substance tensing up and stretching immensely as Peter continued falling. But his descent slowed and came to a stop just a few metres from the pavement, Pedestrians stopping and staring at confusion.

Peter casually saluted them and began climbing up the web fluid, clambering onto of the roof and laying down, listening to his heart beat out of his chest and his breath raspy from the fear.

"Peter, you seem distressed, are you alright?" Karen asked, making Peter jump for a moment before he sighed of relief. She sat up, a little light-headed from the fall.

"No, I'm all good."

"I've already contact Mr Stark of you vitals spike." She said, Peter attempted to retort, but couldn't find the words and instead let out a dreary groan, and on cue up came a call from the man himself. Karen automatically put the call through before Peter could turn it down.

"You alright kid?" He asked, Peter took a deep breath and put on a cheery smile.

"Yep, dandy, fine, gucci, everything is fabulous. Nothing to worry about, nice talking, okay, bye." Peter stuttered through, but as expected Tony was having none of that.

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing. Why, why...would I be hiding anything?" Peter shifted, trying to avoid giving any direct answers.

"I'm not stupid, what you up to?"

"Seriously, I'm just...being the friendly neighbourhood spider-man."

"Oh, well now I know you're defiantly up to something. Friday, pull up the kids suit's recent access logs."

"Wha-" Peter began in protest, feeling once more like he was nothing more than a kid.

"Oh, trying to access...lightning storms are we?"

"I was just curious." Peter defended, his light-hearted tone struggling to mask his frustration.

"Peter, I don't want you looking into it. So, if that's what sent your vitals spiking up, stop."

"Why? I dealt with the Vulture."

"Yes, but this isn't a guy in a suit. This isn't your business, this is shields business. Let them deal with it. The last thing I need, is a dozen calls asking me why a kid is getting in the way."

"But I just want to help..."

"You are, by staying out of the way. There's got to be a million other things you can be doing to help out. That doesn't involve dangerous freak incidents." Tony huffed, Peter being able to hear him discussing something with what he assumed to be Pepper. "Look, just promise me that you'll just keep out of it?"

"Okay, I promise." Peter mumbled, Tony sighing over the audio.

"Alright then, well good luck with the rest of evening, meanwhile I've got an evening dinner to attend." Tony muttered, hanging up himself, Peter rolling his eyes as he lay back down, staring at the clear blue sky above him.

"Great..."