Okay, so I'm actually a huge fan of Spider-Man and he's technically an Avenger in the comics, so. *shoves Peter into story*

Hope you like it!

He hadn't expected visitors to the archery range at this time of day. Most kids preferred being on their cellphones to getting a breath of fresh air.

Peter, on the other hand, took a hankering for the outdoors. He didn't understand what was so amazing about technology, anyway. Okay, so his web shooters were freaking awesome, but that didn't count. Right?

Besides, he wasn't allowed to tell anyone he was Spider-Man. Well, it wasn't a rule necessarily. He just didn't want to endanger anyone.

As his late uncle had once said, "With great power comes great responsibility."

And then Peter had shot back with, "You should copyright that. You could make some big bucks."

Of course that hadn't been the point of the statement, but he had trouble taking anything seriously. It was just one of the attributes he used to hide his insecurities.

Ugh. You sound like one of those psychiatrist business cards, Parker. Next you'll be going to conferences where you talk about your "problems." No way.

Did he mention he had a habit of talking to himself? Even if it was mentally. Everyone dubbed him as weird because of it. What was with that? They meant to tell him they never talked to themselves like that nutjob Deadpool? Please.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be out here, Barton? I should go check the rule book."

"Rules? You? Ha! That's a good one, Stark. I think you're just scared."

Voices hovered into Peter's hearing range and he looked out across the field from where he was hanging upside down by the crooks of his knees in the old oak tree. Good thing he wasn't in costume. That would have been embarrassing.

"Me? Scared? That's even harder to believe than you suddenly picking up ballet."

"Ballet? Friend Barton would look very graceful performing this art of dance."

A feminine laugh sounded.

"Natasha finds it amusing. I could plug it into an equation and-"

"I don't think that will be necessary, Bruce."

"Yeah. Because we can all agree it would be likely. Right, Spangles?"

Then everyone was talking at once and Peter couldn't pick out the individual voices. Say, wasn't this the geek squad? The one that everyone made fun of? Maybe he should hook up with them. You know, for the sake of the statis quo and all.

"Hey, you're the group they call the Avengers, right?" he asked as soon as he knew they could see him. "Why is that, by the way? Is it because you avenge the days we have mystery meatloaf? Oh, that was priceless. I must admit that U.S.A. guy looked great up on that table and everything."

"Uh...who the heck are you?" the one Peter knew as Tony Stark asked in bemusement.

"The name's Peter Parker," he answered with a wave as he pulled himself up onto the branch and climbed down the tree with spider-like agility.

"I'm Steve Rogers," the one that was obviously the leader said. Hey, wasn't he the quarterback of the NFA Eagles? "This is Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, and Natasha Romanoff."

Peter pointed at each in turn as Steve rattled the names off. It would be a miracle if he could keep them all straight. "So...U.S.A. guy, the Mechanic, the Hawk, Another Guy, Goldilocks, and Red. Gotcha."

"I didn't say-"

"Relax," Peter said, interrupting Steve. "I'm just kidding. It's kind of my thing."

Before he could make another move, the girl zipped forward and pinned his arm behind his back, pressing him against the tree. "If you call me Red again I'll...well, you get the picture."

Peter almost laughed. Out of all the villains he'd fought, this didn't hurt a bit.

You're supposed to be nerdy. So go geek, Parker.

"Ow ow ow!" he complained, squirming in her grasp. "Watch the elbow!"

"Natasha!" Clint scolded, taking her gently by the shoulders and pulling her back. "That's not how we interrogate fellow students."

She sighed and flipped her hair out of her eyes. "Sorry. I get ahead of myself sometimes."

Peter rolled his shoulder, putting on a fake pained expression. "Jeez, what do you eat to make you that wicked strong? Multivitamins with extra oomph?"

Natasha smirked. "Watch what you say, web-head."

For a split second, Peter freaked on the inside. No one called him that when he was just being himself. Spider-Man on the other hand...

"Web-head?" Bruce asked, tilting his head curiously.

"He's obviously got a head full of...something that makes him..." Natasha waved a hand aimlessly. "Dumb?"

"Hey!" Peter protested even as he tried not to breathe a sigh of relief. So she didn't know. Good.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Friend Parker," Thor greeted, shaking his hand.

If Peter hadn't had spider-strength, his hand would have been squashed like a bug. Literally.

"What are you guys doing out here, anyway?" Peter asked. "I mean, don't get me wrong. Fresh air is great. But most people run to the computer lab during free period."

"That's where I wish I was," Tony muttered to himself.

"We're going to try out the archery range," Clint answered. "These guys have no experience. Want to join?"

Peter froze in shock for a moment. They were asking him if he wanted to hang out with them? That was new. He was usually just shoved aside by all the bigger kids.

Stop standing there like an idiot, Parker! Say yes!

"Yeah, sure," he replied, trying not to seem too eager. "Count me in."

So I realize I'm kind of dragging out this free period thing. It's the characters not me, I swear!

Well, what did you think? Reviews welcome and most definitely wanted!