Yay! Chapter 6!

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And thanks for all the nice reviews on my fight scene, I was kind of insecure about it but all of you made me feel better so Thank You!

"Just drop me off here." Peter pointed to the side of the street, his heart was beating wildly at what they would say. Tony pulled over, but he didn't seem too happy about the side of town they were on.

"You live over here?" Clint pondered.

"Yeah, well, it may not look nice but I got to tell you the people around here are some of the nicest in the world." Peter smiled, trying to make it sound better.

"But you probably have a lot of not so nice people too."

"Nah, not really. Maybe some car thefts every so often but there isn't a lot of break ins. Mostly because there wouldn't be a lot to steal." He chuckled nervously.

"That still doesn't seem like a good thing." Steve said, looking out his window.

"Its fine." Peter smiled small and sighed. "Besides I'm not exactly an easy person to jump."

Steve shook his head, frustrated with Peter's lack of consideration for himself.

"So which apartment is yours?" Clint looked past Peter out the window.

"Uh," Peter thought, "the seconded one to the left."

Technically he was telling the truth, the second window that they saw was where Peter's room was but they didn't know that Mrs. Mason actually owned that whole floor and the one above it. They were nothing like the Avenger's floors, but each floor had three bed rooms, one being a master bedroom, a bathroom, common area, and kitchen. They didn't really use the second story kitchen for cooking though, more for storage. Other than Mr. and Mrs. Mason who had a master bedroom for themselves, everyone else had to share. It wasn't a big deal, often times foster kids had to share rooms.

There were also three floors above each individually owned by other people and the bottom floor, which was a lobby of sorts but they really didn't use it.

"What do your parents do, Peter?" Steve asked, looking at the building. Tony turned slightly to give Peter a small, knowingly grin.

"They're…uh," Peter stumbled. "They're gone a lot, so I'm not really sure."

"How do you not know what they do?"

"They aren't allowed to tell me." Peter replied. Technically it was true. His parents were secret agents; it was obvious that they weren't able to say much about their work.

"Why not?"

"They work for the government." Peter answered, maybe all too quickly.

"Both work for the government and, yet, they live here?" Clint asked, slightly confused. "Doesn't the government pay anything?"

"Probably for their cover." Natasha answered. Peter just nodded.

"I guess I never would look for government agents here." Steve agreed.

"Peter." Tony pipped in. "What sector of the government do they work for?"

Peter glared at him. "CIA." He answered more confidently than he felt. Tony was a jerk sometimes.

Tony chuckled under his breath. Peter just continued death glaring him until he opened the car door.

He began leaving the car when he was suddenly pulled by the arm. He stumbled backward into the side of the vehicle and turned around. "Hold up, Peter." Steve had grabbed his arm through the window. "I got to admit, you did good tonight."

"Was I not good before?" Peter smirked.

"I've never seen you in action with my own eyes before. You're a lot better than we give you credit for."

"Yeah, well, I usually get the job done." He smiled.

Steve smirked. "Don't get too cocky, hot shot. You still have to come to training and I won't be going easy on you anymore."

"You were going easy on me?" Peter asked, a knowing smile gracing his lips.

Steve just laughed. "That reminds me, was that you're Spidey sense at work?"

"What when I knew I ran to you? Yeah." Peter nodded. "I told you, it works better in dangerous situations."

"Well we probably would have been worse off without your warning, so thanks." Steve's eyes showed genuine pride.

"You're welcome." Peter beamed.

"That's a pretty useful sixth sense of yours." Tony commented. The others in the backseat nodded.

"Yeah. It's helps out quite a bit."

"If anything else happens, let us know." Steve said.

"You don't have to worry so much." Peter replied.

"Just know that you have backup." Steve stated. Peter was shocked for a minute, was he on the team all of a sudden? Most likely Steve was just being nice.

"R-right." He pulled his arm away and began walking up the steps to the lobby. Once inside he watched as Tony's car pull away and disappear. Peter hoped he hadn't got them suspicious about anything. He also hoped that they wouldn't start stalking his home like Tony joked about.

He leaned back on the door. "I got away with it." He whispered to himself. He let out a reliving sigh and then bounded up the staircase.

The next day training was back. This time he was brought to an abandoned part of town were some tall buildings still stood. Steve had made him climb the building, drop off of it, and catch himself at random times to practice his reflexes as well as practice his 'cling on' ability, that way he'd stop sticking to things at random times, especially when his emotions were out of control.

Being a teenager is rough.

That alone took most of the training day. Since they were already out they stopped by a café to grab some food. Luckily, Peter had already told his foster mom that he would be out today for dinner so she wasn't expecting him.

"Can't believe Tony owns an abandoned part of town." Peter said, sitting down at one of the corner booths.

"Tony is very… very rich." Steve shook his head. "Too bad it's not enough for his ego sometimes."

Peter just laughed.

"So I have a question?" Steve started, taking a sip of his ice tea.

"What's that?" Peter replied, looking through the menu.

"Why did you choose to be Spiderman?"

"Because I have spider like powers?" Peter answered. He peaked his head over the menu so that Steve could see the confusion on his face.

"Not why did you choose the name Spiderman. Why did you choose to be a hero? I feel like most kids your age would just want to have fun and get into some mischief if they had powers."

"I already did that." Peter chuckled. But after seeing the Steve's unamused face he continued. "But, mostly," he caught himself, "it's because of my uncle told me that if I have the ability, I have the obligation. I don't think he ever thought that I would become a superhero, but still…" He faded off.

Steve understood. "Your uncle seems wise."

"He was." Peter nodded, forcing a sad smile on his face.

"Was?" Steve pressed.

"He died when I was eleven." Peter admitted, nonchalantly.

Steve eyes darkened with sympathy. It was obvious, he knew what it was like to lose people. "You must have been close."

"We were." Peter nodded. "He was like a second father."

"Are you close with your real father?"

"Not really."

"That's too bad." Steve said.

"It's not a big deal." Peter tried to push off the conversation.

"When your parents aren't around, do you live with your aunt and uncle?" Steve asked.

For a moment, Peter was confused, but then he remembered what he had said last night.

"Y-yeah." He nodded, hoping he sounded convincing.

"Well at least you had someone in your life like a father." Steve replied, not recognizing Peter's anxiety.

Peter sighed, relieved he pulled off yet another lie. Guilt struck his heart at the thought but he pushed it aside.

Then he admitted, "Doesn't make it hurt less that he's gone though."

"It'll always hurt." Steve consoled. "But you're doing the right thing. He's probably very proud of you."

Peter took a shaky breath in. "I hope so. Part of the reason I'm doing this is to repent to him."

That confused Steve. "What do you mean?"

Okay, Peter. He thought to himself. Truth. I can tell the truth.

Peter didn't like admitting his mistakes, but perhaps he would stop thinking about it if he talked about it with someone who understands his life more. Gwen did a great job helping him out and give him someone to talk to, but she wasn't a part of this life. He didn't want her to be.

"I wasn't able to save him." He said bluntly.

"What happened?"

Peter sighed. He cried over this story so many times, but recently he's found it harder to do so. His tears must have dried up. It still hurt his heart though. "We had a fight and I went to a friend's house to blow off steam. He came to pick me up. I didn't want to come out, so he was waiting in his car. That's when I heard the gunshot." Peter paused, "I ran outside to see a man getting into his car... but it wasn't Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben, had been shot and was lying on the ground. My friend's mom called the police. Then the ambulance came to pick him up." Peter took a breath. "He died in the hospital."

"You can't possibly think that was your fault." Steve said.

"I tried to apologize when he was on the ground, but I don't think he heard me." Peter continued, not hearing Steve.

"It wasn't your fault." Steve repeated.

"I could have come out. I could have apologized. I could have not fought with him the first place. I could have done so many things." Peter met Steve's gaze. "But I didn't."

"Mistakes happen." Steve said.

"After I got my powers," Peter continued, "I heard that his murderer was still out there. In fact, he was a wanted man. So, I went after him; caught him too. It took me forever, but along the way I saved many lives."

"Did you kill him?" Steve's vice was low. Commanding. Confident.

"What?" Peter asked, coming out of his monologue.

"The man. The one that killed your uncle. Did you kill him?" Steve asked, seriously. Quiet enough for no one in the café to hear, but loud enough for Peter to get the message.

"No." Peter shook his head. "I couldn't. I-I wouldn't. I-I just roughed him up a little and handed him to the police. But I-I wouldn't ever—," Peter stuttered.

"Then your uncle is probably very proud."

Peter's gaze turned down, hiding behind his bangs. He was happy that Steve thought that, but Peter wasn't sure if it was true. But he supposed there was no way to find out, his uncle was gone. But ever since Steve relieved Spiderman from going on patrol, there was always one thing on his mind.

"Steve, can I ask you a question now?"

"Sure." Steve sat back against the booth padding, folding his hands on the table.

"Why don't you guys ever go after low level crooks?"

"That's not really part of your job." Steve answered simply, leaning forward onto his forearms.

"But why not?" Peter explained. "You're supposed to be a hero. And according to every comic book ever, heroes save people. All people. From anything. So why don't you?"

"Never have the time, I suppose."

"You have time to train me, but not to help those 'common folk'?" Steve could tell Peter was disappointed.

Steve clenched his jaw in deep thought, sitting back in his chair. Without realizing it, Peter had told him off and Steve had to process it. His face had hardened during Peter revelation, but even Steve knew that Peter was right.

People die every day. All Spiderman wants to do is save the common people and he'd rather do it alone then rely on others whom feel that it's unimportant. It made his heart clench, his throat felt dry and his brain was scattered in every direction. He wasn't doing enough.

"That feeling that you feel right now." Peter began, "is the reason I'm Spiderman." Peter fell back against the cushion, while crossing his arms. "It's called guilt, by the way."

"I'm sorry, Peter." Steve's heart truly went out to him.

Peter shook his head and sighed. "No. I'm sorry." He started scratching the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "This isn't your problem."

"Don't do that." Steve started blankly.

"Do what?"

"Smile, like that. It's creepy and wrong." Steve replied.

"Sorry." Peter apologized.

"You're right, you know." Steve admitted.

Peter glanced at Steve, silently asking him to continue his thought.

"We don't save as many lives as we boast about." Steve shrugged one shoulder. "In fact, you're probably the most heroic out of all of us. Must be why New York loves you so much."

"I don't know about that." Peter smiled a small, genuine smile.

"I do." Steve smirked. He reached across the table and patted Peter on the shoulder. "You're an amazing kid, hot shot."

Peter giggled at the compliment. "One of these days I'll actually live up to that nickname."

Steve chuckled before paying the tab, standing up and leading Peter out of the café.

"It's been officially four months." Peter sighed.

Gwen and him had been sitting in study hall for the last half hour. The whole day he'd been thinking about how it had been four months since he moved into Mrs. Mason's house. That meant he had less than two months left.

"You worried?" She asked.

"Terrified is more like it." Peter replied. He swept a hand through his hair, before resting it behind his head on his neck.

"What about the Avengers?" Gwen whispered. "Have you even told them about you? You know, being in a foster home?"

"Tony knows and I have a slight suspicion that Bruce might as well, since Tony tends to give out a lot of secrets when he's drunk and Bruce tends to be the one taking care of him. I mean, other than his girlfriend, Pepper, of course, who also may also know at this point." Peter rubbed his hand over his face, groaning.

"Are you going to leave without telling them?"

"I don't know." Peter groaned again. "That would be easier, wouldn't it?"

"For you, maybe." Gwen said. "Not that it matters since you usually don't move all that far."

Peter bit his lip. Gwen noticed. "You aren't going far, are you?" Concern filling her tone.

"That. May. Be. A. Definite. Possibility." Peter staccatoed each word.

"R-Really?" Gwen stuttered, trying to keep her voice calm.

Peter gulped down a large knot in his throat. "Yeah." He breathed. "More and more of us are moving out of New York. Three more left from Mrs. Mason's the other day."

Peter turned his head down, rubbing his hands up and down his face. So much was going on.

His head hurt. His heart hurt.

Peter was beginning to think that he needed to start backing off from The Avengers. He's dangerously close to leaving and since he's lived in New York his whole life, there's even a better chance of CPS sending him far away. How would he break the news?

Not to mention, he'd spent all these weeks pretending to have parents in order to calm the team's nerves and so that they'd treat him normally. But if they found out that he was a foster kid, they may cut him off completely and never trust him again. The easiest way for Peter was keep up this fabricated lifestyle until he eventually left. After that, hopefully he wouldn't have to face them at all.

The only problem was that he got attached. He promised himself he wouldn't, but he did. The teen didn't necessarily like the harsh trainings, but he did like the conversations, the games, the kindness, and the family like aspects that The Avengers brought into his life.

Steve was like a father, teaching him needed skills. He picked him up and dusted him off when he fell. He was overall there for him.

Natasha was like an aunt, however it surprised Peter how motherly she can be at times for an ice cold, assassin.

Tony and Bruce were the crazy uncles and Clint was the best brother he could have asked for.

Before it was just Gwen, she was the only person he allowed himself to get close to because he needed someone there, a rock to ground him to reality, and Gwen was the best choice he'd ever made. He'd never regret his relationship with Gwen, even if he was forced to keep it platonic.

The only problem was that leaving six people is a lot harder than leaving one.

"Peter?" Someone tapped his shoulder. "Peter."

Peter broke out of his trance to look at Gwen worriedly looking at him. They were nearing the end of study hall. When the bell finally rung, Gwen caught him before he made it out the door.

"Still thinking about it?"

She didn't need an answer to know she hit the nail on the head.

"Have you figured out what you're going to do?"

"What am I supposed to do?" Peter asked, silently praying more than anything that Gwen would have the answer

She thought about it. "You could tell The Avengers, or at least tell Steve."

"Like that's going to help."

"He may be able to help you."

Peter shook his head. "I don't think that's possible. I'm going to be leaving within the next few weeks, I know it." His voice cracking.

"They may let you stay the rest of the six months."

"Everyone has left around their four-month anniversary." Peter sighed. "I'm not going to be any different."

"Then maybe they'll let you stay in New York. You are old enough and unfortunately you probably won't get adopted. Why make you of all people pick up your life a move?" Gwen replied.

"I guess." Peter shrugged.

"Don't worry about it." Gwen rubbed his back. "For now, enjoy the time you have left."

"How do I 'enjoy my time' if I know I'm going to leave?"

"What's something you've always wanted to do but never did?"

Peter thought about it. He looked at her, there's always been one thing...

"Do you want to go for a swing today?" Peter asked.

She chuckled. "That's what you came up with?" Gwen joked. "Are we talking about park swinging or spider swinging here?"

"Spider swinging."

"Where? You can't go out in your suit?"

"There's an abandoned part of the city Steve showed me when we did our training. Tony bought it so that they had somewhere to go to test weapons and train."

Gwen was confused. "How big is it and how did it get abandoned?"

"It's like twenty city blocks in diameter on the outskirts of Brooklyn. Tony said it was abandoned partially due to poverty and partially due to a huge explosion that killed many people. I guess he got it for a low price due to it being unlivable, with no running water, electricity or plumbing."

"Doesn't that make it radioactive?"

"Not according to Tony's equipment and, so far, no one's had poisoning."

"That makes me feel better." She said sarcastically.

"Come on." He persuaded, "It'll be fun."

She rolled her eyes. "Sure. Why not?"

"Yes!" He grabbed her hand and ran out the school door.

After a twenty-minute subway ride the outskirts of New York. They walked for ten minutes to get to the abandoned city area. There were gates around it that used as security from people looking for easy places to stay.

It wouldn't be as big of a deal if there wasn't experimental testing here but since it was an occupational hazard it was best for regular people to stay away.

Lucky for Peter, JARVIS, whom was programmed into the gate knew him and his voice. After asking for it, JARVIS opened the gates allowing the two of them inside.

"Ready?" Peter asked dropping his backpack to look for his web shooters. He didn't need his suit since they were alone.

"Yup!" Gwen squeaked, excitedly.

Once the web shooters were secured to his wrists, Peter held out his hand for Gwen to take. With his aim on point that day, they began swinging through the air. Sometimes Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck, other times they held forearms.

Both of them were laughing all the way through as Peter shot them up into the air then caught them on the way down. They even did some tricks during the free fall. When they reached the end of the block Peter swung them in a circle to go back the other way.

Both were feeling the rush and enjoyment of just having a carefree day.

Steve, on the other hand, was waiting for Peter to show up for training. He kept thinking back if Peter had told him that he wasn't able to make it that day, but he couldn't remember anything of the sort.

"Where's Peter?" Natasha asked. She had come to help with the training today.

Steve shrugged, angrily. "No idea, but he's late."

"That's obvious." She smirked.

"He's not usually late."

She sat down next to him and patted his shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine. He is Spiderman after all."

Steve grunted in understanding.

"Hey, Cap." Tony greeted from the elevator.

"Hey, Tony." Steve greeted back.

"Natasha." Tony nodded to her. She nodded in hello back.

"What's wrong now?" Tony asked Steve seeing him somewhat stressed.

"Peter hasn't come to training yet and Steve here is worried, or angry. I can't tell." Natasha explained.

"What are you talking about?" Tony said while filling up his water, confused. "He's at the abandoned city blocks."

"What? He's there? Why?" Steve questioned, perking up due to the new information.

"I don't know. JARVIS informed me that he had arrived there. I figured it was for training." Tony answered, nonchalantly, taking a sip from the glass.

Steve got up without saying anything else and went to the elevator. Natasha was close behind. "You going after him?" She asked.

"I'm interested in what he's doing there."

"Perhaps he's training."

"The kid hates training."

"Maybe he hates training because you don't make it all that much fun." She shrugged. "No one likes training, really."

Steve leaned against the elevator wall, lost in thought. Eventually the doors opened to the garage and one of Tony's drivers drove them to the abandoned city blocks.

When they got there, they took to the gates. JARVIS opened the gates immediately once scanning their bio-signatures. However, when they entered, they didn't see anything.

All they heard was laughing. Lots of laughing. Unfortunately, due to Peter's powers he could be around just about any corner.

Steve was getting slightly overwhelmed by the fact that the laughing vibrated off of every building so he wasn't able to pin point exactly where it was coming from even with his advanced hearing.

The fact that Peter had shot Gwen high enough in the air, high above the buildings gave them away though.

Steve and Natasha ran towards that direction, only to be stopped when they saw Peter swinging toward the free falling Gwen only to catch her about ten feet off the ground.

They were laughing as Peter swung themselves back up. The teen let go of the used web and shot into the air with Gwen. The did more tricks while free falling until Peter shot another web out to catch them.

To Steve it was amazing. He'd seen Spiderman fly throughout the city on television but seeing it in real life, knowing all the information he does, was jaw dropping. Peter was actually kind of graceful in the air, more so than he is on the ground. Not to mention, that Gwen looked like she was having the time of her life.

At one point, Peter shot into the air and immediately started to web two buildings across the street from each other. Eventually they made a complete web and both teens crashed into it. It bounced back and forth eventually coming to the stop with the teens stuck to it giggling at the adrenaline rush.

Steve looked over at Natasha who was in awe of what she just saw. Steve smirked and began to walk towards the teens with Natasha following him.

"That was quite the show!" Steve called up to the teens who were still suspended twenty feet in the air by a giant spider web. The voice caught them off guard and they tried to stop their laughter and looked down.

"Steve?" Peter panted, still out of breath. "Natasha? What are you guys doing here?"

"Looking for you!" She smiled.

"You missed training today!" Steve reminded him.

"Crud! I totally forgot!" Peter said face palming himself.

"No kidding!" Steve answered. "You know, if you had a date you could have sent me a text message!"

"T-t-this i-isn't a date!" Peter sputtered, looking at Gwen and then glaring at Steve.

"Why don't you introduce us!" Natasha offered.

Peter unstuck Gwen from the webbing and climbed to the end of the web. Gwen followed and he grabbed her hand and lowered them to the ground below. Immediately, Gwen tried to straighten herself up. "Gwen, this is Steve and Natasha. Natasha and Steve this is Gwen."

"So you're Gwen." Steve smiled, shaking her hand.

"Yeah. That's me." She replied.

"So is that safe?" Natasha asked. "Him flinging you up like that?"

"Well… no." Gwen started. "He has to catch you too."

"I've never dropped her! I promise." Peter cut in, waving his hands in front of his chest.

"And you'll let him do that to you?" Natasha exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Gwen smiled. "I trust him. You should really try it. You might like it."

Gwen and Natasha started talking while Peter scratched the back of his head. He looked to Steve, "Sorry. For missing training."

Steve patted him on the back, "Don't worry about it. I guess in some strange way this was training. Besides, I've never seen you swing in person before unless it was as a getaway."

"It's kind of fun." Peter grinned.

"I gathered that from all the laughing." Steve smirked.

Gwen tapped Peter on the soldier. "I better get going."

"Yeah, I'll walk you home." He led her out.

"Hey, Peter!" Steve called. "Training. Here. Tomorrow. Don't forget."

Peter gave him a nod and a thumbs up before leaving with Gwen.

Steve looked over to Natasha who was watching them leave with the strange glint in her eyes. "You want to try it, don't you?" He smiled.

She nodded.

So this was more of an emotional/cute chapter. I figured that after a fight scene there usually is one of these. It's a bit of a change of pace.

Anticipated Questions-

Why didn't the Avengers find out about Peter being a foster child in this chapter?

- Mostly because there's a bit more of plot development before the reveal. Peter still has to explain the sneaking out and a few other things. Not to mention that him and the Avengers need a bit more a bond before that can happen. Plus, I want each Avenger to find out differently. And I kind of want to milk it for a little longer *wink, wink*. It'll happen soon though, I promise! :P

Why did I change Uncle Ben's death back story?

- Mostly because Peter was eleven at the time in this story, therefore he was not going to a wrestling match (OG Spiderman), he wasn't old enough to pick up his aunt from work (Amazing Spiderman), so I made it more for an eleven year old rather than for a teenager.

Are Peter and Gwen official, like facebook official?

- Not technically. Peter and Gwen obviously like each other, but with Peter being a foster child, I figured he probably be hesitant about wanting to go farther with this relationship, in fairness to Gwen, until he knew for a fact he was staying in New York.

Will Natasha get to go web swinging?

- Maybe, I'm not really sure, yet.

Will I be writing another action scene?

- Technically, yes. Next chapter I'm thinking is going to be a full on training chapter, so there are some high stakes in that. It'll be dramatic for sure.

Will Peter get adopted?

- That would be a spoiler, now, wouldn't it?

Will Peter leave New York?

- No comment.

Will Steve be the last to find out about Peter's situation?

- That is where this story is heading, yes.

How will the others find out?

- In their own special ways.

When will we hear about Fury's plans?

- Soon.

Any other questions please write a review or PM me and I'll be happy to answer! No spoilers though! :)

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