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My eyes are scrunched closed, as the wind swirls past me, "I'll finally be free," I say for the last time, before another thought enters my mind.
I shoot a web as quickly as I can, rethinking the whole suicide thing.
I am too close to the ground though and so my back scrapes the pavement, ripping off the back of my suit and tearing a large part of my skin off.
I yelp in pain and land on the nearest roof, Stark Tower's roof to be exact.
I fall face first and lay there for about ten minutes before I hear a door opening.
I jump to my feet and face Tony Stark, trying to hide my blood covered back.
"Come with me," he commands, he seems sort of upset, or disappointed?
Anyway he definitely doesn't seems in his usual jolly mood.
"I can't, I... uh... have family matters to attend to," I say only sort of lying, I was planning to visit the graves again.
"I'm serious, come with me or I'll make you," I sigh not wanting to start a fight, especially with my back like this, and follow him inside.
He leads me back to the room where I had lunch, sort of, with them last time.
All the Avengers look at me in shock.
"What?" I question, in my Spider-man happy mood.
"Take a seat," says Tony.
I do as he says and he also sits down before he brings up a video of me sticking on the side of his building a few minutes ago.
My stomach churns as I realise what it is about to show.
He presses play and the video shows me sitting their with a sad expression, before letting go and falling and falling, until at the last minute I shoot a web and scrape my back whilst letting out a pained yelp.
After the video finishes they all look at me.
"What was that?" asks Tony, the one who seems to be taking charge of the situation.
"I shot a web to late?" I say as more of a question than an answer.
"Why were you going to kill yourself?" asks Steve a little shaken up that someone he, sort of, knew would try to commit suicide.
"Why do you care?" I murmur making it unable for them to make out what I said.
"You're always so happy, why would you do it?" asks Clint joining in with the questioning.
"I just shot a web too late, too deep in thought, nothing special," I lie.
"Sure," says Natasha clearly not believing what I had just stated.
I don't say anything to that.
"You aren't leaving until we get some answers," says Tony.
I roll my eyes, "If that's how you want to do it."
I lean back in my chair, ignoring the pain from my back, "I have no where to go anyway."
"What about your 'family matters'?" Tony asks.
"That can wait," I reply.
"For how long?" asks Bruce.
"As long as it needs to."
"Jarvis, don't let Spider-man leave the building," Tony says still looking straight into my eyes.
"Of course, sir," comes a voice from the ceiling.
"You have an AI! I heard rumours but I didn't know if it was true!" I say smiling and trying to change the subject.
"Yeah," Tony says with a smile.
"Don't try and change the subject," says Natasha calmly, catching on to my plan.
"Sorry," I say raising my hands, "I just think it's cool."
She give me a look that says she doesn't believe me, why does she have to be a super spy?
"Why did you try to kill yourself?" asks Clint again.
"I didn't," I say confidently, it wasn't a lie, I didn't try to kill myself, I was going to do it, nothing was stopping me except myself.
"Yeah, because that's the reason you let yourself almost fall to your death," Tony says rolling his eyes.
"I wasn't paying attention," I say with a shrug.
"Ok then, take off your mask or tell us your name so we can find out about your personal life and, if we see no reason for you to want to kill yourself, then we'll let you go," says Tony explaining his plan.
"No," I reply.
"Hmm," says Tony not amused, "You'll be allowed on the Avengers floor and the rooms floor, your bedroom will have a Spider symbol on it, don't go in any other bedroom or you'll be in trouble."
"Now Bruce, take him to the medical to check if his back is ok," Bruce nods and stands up leading me to the door.
"You should take off your suit," Bruce says.
"Um no thanks," I reply.
"As you wish," Bruce shrugs, putting a wet cloth to my back to wipe away the blood.
"Mmm" I say biting my tongue from the pain so hard that I draw blood.
"Sorry, but it needs to be cleaned."
I nod my head and after a while he pulls away the cloth and looks at my cleaned wound.
"That's a pretty bad wound you got there."
"Yeah," I agree.
"Last time, I noticed you had a healing factor, it wasn't a strong one but it was there, what happened to it?" he questions curiously.
"Oh... uh... it stopped working," I state awkwardly.
"Why?"
"It was... because... it's complicated," I sigh.
He nods, "Are you ever going to take off your mask?"
"No," I shake my head at the though of it.
"Eventually Tony will find out who you are," Bruce says interrupting my thoughts.
"And until then it'll be a secret," I state.
He steps back taking another look at my back.
"I should bandage it, you lost a thick layer of skin."
"Yeah, ok," I say agreeing with his plan.
After a few minutes of painful bandaging it's finally done and I make my way to the floor with all the rooms on it.
I walk around the silent hallway until I come across a room with a large Spider-man logo on it.
When did Tony have the time to make this?
I enter the room and look around, it has a neat white bed in the left corner of the room, and a dresser next to it.
There is also a door on the right wall and I open it to see a colour coded bathroom with blue tiles.
I don't bother to change into anything as there might be cameras around, and just lay down on the bed and close my eyes.
For a second I think about the Avengers and everything they've done for me, even if they don't know it, but soon memories of Gwen come into my mind and I see her falling down to the ground of the clock tower.
I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling again, staying like that all night long.