You readers are so strange, most reviews comment "update soon".

I'm literally giving you chapters daily and you want more?

That's pretty difficult when I don't know where this is going.

Anyone who does, please tell me

This chapter was inspired by furyisnotamused. Hope I've done him justice.

.Don't own 'em.

Peter was happy with how the day had gone.

He'd ended up seeing a new side of Natasha, apparently she knew Clint already. So was pretty comfortable around him, she responded to even the stupid questions he asked.

Steve, (thanks to Peter's teachings), was able to participate in the conversations too. Peter'd felt cheated when Clint told him that, he and his friends had all done a stint in the army and so were pretty impressed with how both Steve and Peter played.

(He also secretly reveled in the knowledge that he'd lasted longer than trained soldiers.) So when Steve mentioned that he'd been in the army as well, they started to compare training.

After hours had passed, they swapped numbers before they all decided to head home.

-TIME SKIP—

He was on his way to school, but after waking up late and missing the bus he knew he'd never make it in time. He decided some super powered assistance was needed. He casually walked into a nearby alley and started to change into his suit.

He'd only one leg in the suit when his senses alerted him to a presence, whirling he turned just in time to see a man dressed in a black suit shoot him. Slightly shocked he barely noticed the pain of the little dart sticking out of his chest. He blinked and now there was two of them and they were walking towards him. He felt the drug start to take affect, he stumbled back a few steps.

"Really! Couldn't at least wait until i had some pants on?" he said, words slurring slightly. They just stood and watched as he moved towards a wall for support, leaning against it as his world started to tilt.

"I hope you have a real good reason for kidnapping me, 'cause the Vice is gonna be soooo pissed that I missed another day." He said, just before things went black.

—TIME SKIP—

The first thing Peter became aware of, when he returned to consciousness was that he was cold. 'The monsters, they hadn't even bothered to put a sheet over him. If he ended up with a cold he promised to become one hell of a thorn in their sides...whoever THEY were.'

He sat up swinging his legs over the edge of the couch he'd been lying on and looked around the room he was in. It was just an ordinary office.

He tensed, there was someone watching him. He was alone, but he could feel it. He looked around trying to find the source, eyes settling on a camera in the far corner opposite him. Then the door behind him opened.

"Awake, I see Mr Parker. Or should I call you Spiderman." The man said, he wore a long leather jacket, ( in this heat?) but that wasn't what caught his attention, it was the eye patch over his right eye that did. He continued to watch Peter carefully "We expected you to be out for a lot longer, but I guess with your altered DNA, some anomalies are to be expected."

"Whaaaaat!?" Peter said, voice high and wavering. " I don't know what your on about, but you can't just kidnap me! I can have you arrested for this."

Realsing the the man wasn't buying it. He sighed and looked up

"Fine. Could I at least get some clothes?"

The other man nodded, the door opened again. One of the men from the alley came in carrying his stuff, his spiderman outfit folded on top.

'OK so maybe they did know who he was.' He took the clothes, throwing a glare at the man and started to dress. When he was ready, he turned back to the other man crossed his arms and asked.

"Ok, so maybe you do know who I am, but who are you? And what do you want?"

"My name is Nick Fury, I am the Director of an organisation known as SHIELD. We keep an eye on things strange things " He continued, trying to ignore a snort of amusement from Peter at his words. "We've known about your identity ever since the Dr. Connors incident; you left quite a bit of blood behind. We were going to leave you alone, since you mainly targeted criminals involved in petty crime. However recent evidence has brought you back to our attention."

He handed Peter a bunch of photos. There were some of him at the paintball park, standing beside Natasha and Steve as he laughed at something Clint said. Sitting with Tony in a coffee shop, Tony's gesturing, arms in the air, caught up in the middle of telling Peter a story. Transcripts of his conversations with Bruce, some with their notes on a palladium substitute.

"How do you know these people? What are your plans?." Fury said, voice taking on a hard edge.

Peter looked up from the photos a confused look on his face.

"What? Why do you have photos of us? I'm ..I'm not planning anything!" Peter said almost hysterically. " I met Steve at an old gym, Clint an arcade and Natasha at a shop. I took Tony's photo for work and I stopped Bruce from being mugged. I met them by accident."

"You expect me to believe you just stumbled across two international assassins, Ironman, Captain America and the Hulk by accident? Gotta do better than that kid."

"Gaah! But I AM telling the trut- wait, did you say that Clint and Natasha were assassins?" Peter asked, eyes widening at the news.

His face must have really shown his shock because Fury cursed quietly to himself before sighing.

"You didn't know?" Fury asked, watching Peter shake his head. There was a pause.

"They're some of our best."

"...Well that explains a lot. " Peter said flatly.

"I noticed you didn't seem surprised by Rogers identity. "

"Ah, yeah. I figured that out on my own...So now what?"

"Now that we know you're not planning on recruiting or using them, nothing. You can go back to doing what you did before."

"You..you won't tell them, will you? I mean, Steve and Bruce already know I'm Spiderman but the others; Tony, Clint and Natasha you won't tell them."

"Why not? You know about there identities."

"Hey I only knew about Tony's, Bruce's and Steve's. You're the one that spilled the beans on the others." Fury grimaced slightly at that reminder.

"Fine kid. We'll keep quite about it, for now."

"Cool, thanks. Since we're good again and seeing how you have the conversations between me and Bruce, think you could help with the whole palladium thing? I mean, we've both come up with possible ways of stopping it temporarily, but neither of us has the resources. And I know Tony's running out of time."

Fury stared at Peter, searching his face for something. He must have found it because he nodded.

"We'll look into it. You can go."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Peter collected his stuff and ran from the room. It wasn't until he was 300 metres away, that he realised he was very late for school and he had no excuse.

-TIME SKIP-

Dinner that evening was a quiet affair and patrol wasn't much busier. Which was actually a good thing, as Peter was distracted. He was going back over what he'd discovered today.

What if Clint and Natasha were set-ups, people Fury planted to get close to Peter. No, that didn't fit. Fury had been accusing HIM of being the one with the plan. ...Unless he was just doing that to throw Peter off.

All this deciphering agents business was messing with his head.

Peter concluded that had any of them wanted to trick him, that they'd had plenty of chances. So basically he was going to act like nothing had changed.

He did another hour of patrolling then decided to head home.

-TIME SKIP-

Two weeks passed, things were peaceful. Then the Stark Expo happened.

Peter's heart almost stopped when he saw Vanko and his drones appear at the convention on TV.

Just the previous day, He'd gotten a phone call off Fury saying that while their,Bruce's and his, formula had worked, that it was still only temporary. Knowing that Fury was subtly trying to let Peter know that Tony was going to die. Peter spent the rest of the day trying to get in touch with Tony. He couldn't get through to him. The phone always responded as engaged and all texts and emails hadn't been answered. Peter had started to worry that he was already to late.

Peter got very little sleep that night, he spent all of the next day waiting for any response about Tony. It wasn't till that evening that he found out Tony was still alive and had created a new element to use in his reactor instead of palladium.

Pleased that Tony hadn't died, Peter left him to recover after his fight. He was so happy to get a phone call from Tony three days later that he just left to answer it, in the middle of class.

-TIME SKIP-

As they were in their final year, the time came for them, Gwen and him, to start thinking of possible choices for college. He was aiming for New York University, as it was science based and close by, so he could visit Aunt May, while Gwen was stuck between two; New York University and Oxford in England.

They'd argued about the England option briefly. Peter knew it was an amazing opportunity and that she'd most likely get it, but it also meant that they'd be separated, Peter probably wouldn't be able to get a scholarship there and he certainly didn't have the money to fund the trip himself. Gwen told him that the chances of her actually getting the scholarship in England were slim but she had to try. He countered, saying that if she applied she was definitely going to get it as she was the smartest person in their school and that they'd be idiots NOT to have her.

She'd just smiled back at him, she'd always thought him silly for having so much faith in her.

She could also see how the thought of separation, after hearing about Tony, was affecting him, so decided to drop the topic for now. He was grateful.

There were reports of the hulk fighting another monster and destroying Harlem three days later.

AN:Does anyone have a preference of quantity over quality? Quantity being many small chapters and Quality being long but infrequent.