AN: I do not own the avengers nor Spiderman.

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I would also like to thank roseofalltrades and SinghSong for the idea of seeing what Midtown High thinks. I didn't want Peter to actually go into school as it doesn't really follow the story line I am hoping to achieve, but I was able to adapt it to create a great idea for a filler chapter. I hope you like it.

I'm bored. There, I said it, bored. Sure, being an avenger was great. Clint was funny, Steve was more serious but a good laugh if you get him in the right mood. Even Wanda was becoming some sort of really annoying older sister, though I didn't see much of her and Vision since they went off on themselves often.

No, I was glad to be an avenger. It's just that avengers, despite their name, didn't exactly do much. They only went out when they really needed to, and most days was just waiting around for something to happen. I couldn't even go to school anymore: people would recognise me in a heartbeat and I couldn't put them at risk by going. The only thing I could do, was be Spiderman.

I was going out more than I probably should, during the day more often than night. It was becoming almost more like a job now. But ever since the vulture, normal criminals didn't seem so much of a challenge. Perhaps I was getting complacent, but I just felt I needed more.

Take today for example, it was a couple of weeks after the press conference and true to Tony's words, the public had calmed down. The news kept playing some famous celebrity that I for one had never heard of if I'm honest, who had split with her partner. Major news I'm sure. In any case, I was glad that I was now able to go out as Spiderman again. I was resting on the roof of the bank, when Karen, my in-suit AI, called me to attention. A robbery on 39th. Instantly, I got to my feet and jumped off the roof, using my webs to swing to my destination.

It didn't take me long to spot the commotion. Since I started going out at night what seemed like ages ago, criminals started to operate at more unusual times. Daylight robbery was much more common as I could never stop them due to school. Now, things were about to change.

The things that came to the forefront of my view immediately was the women, hysterical though she was, chasing someone frantically down the street. I focused in a little further up the road to see two men, rushing away, dressed in common day wear: one with a brown leather jacket and the other with a blue jumper. I swung after them swiftly, noticing that the former was clutching a handbag in his fist.

Swiftly, I struck a web towards it and yanked it sharply, hoping that it would come lose and that I could return. Needless to say it did, but what I wasn't expecting was that the man would have such a harsh grasp on it and that he would fall backwards too. Still, it made my job a lot easier. With the handbag now in my hand, I was able to use my other to quickly web him to the ground.

"One down, One to go," I shouted cheekily to the onlookers who had gathered, interested in the events. Then, I chased down the other, and with a quick web across his path, he too was down and out. They were clearly amateurs, easy to deal with. Then, I was on my way, not even out of breath.

"Anything else Karen?" I asked hopefully.

"Nothing on my radar." Karen replied mechanically. Back to waiting it was then.


I went back to swinging through the streets, not really paying attention to where I was going. It became monotonous. Release web, web becomes taut, swing, release hand on first web and shoot out the next. Then you repeat again and again. I could feel my muscles aching with the effort, but I pushed through it regardless.

It took me a while to realise where we were headed, but when I noticed the route, I was surprised. We were back in Queens, not a block away from Midtown High. I hastily jumped higher onto the roof tops, unwilling to be seen so close to school. It was strange looking at it. The bold brick buildings used to be the bane of my life. The place I never wanted to go but knew I always had to. Now I'd left, I kind of wanted to go inside, but this time I was barred from entry. I wanted to see my friends. At this time of day, Ned would be in physics, probably with a new partner now I'd left and chances are, hating it. Liz would be in English (Yes I know she's a senior and I probably shouldn't know her timetable).

I waited on the roof top for my next call. Ned would be pleased I think, he was delighted to find out I was Spiderman to begin with and was always wanting to tell people my secret. Michelle would probably think it was cool too and I have no doubt Flash would be jealous. Liz would probably take it worse. It was her dad I was fighting after all, but she was strong and I didn't blame her in the slightest.

"Anything Karen, Anything," I tried again as the time got on, unwilling to turn back to the Avengers base just yet. The reply once more was negative. I got up to my feet disappointed in the days results. However, just as I was about to leave my perch, something caught my eye. I leaned over to view the pavement in surprise. It was Ned and Michelle, talking to each other as they walked home.

"Karen, surveillance mode please." I asked instantly as a drone flew off so I could hear their conversation. Okay, it was a bit nosy I'll admit, but curiosity got the better of me not to mention the withdrawal symptoms I was having due to not seeing them. A few seconds later, I could hear their conversation.

"When does Liz leave?" Ned asked Michelle. Michelle gave Ned an exasperated look as she replied.

"Same time as when you asked yesterday jerk. 9 am tomorrow." She replied.

"I'll miss her. I didn't really know her but…"

"You spent enough time looking at her." Michelle interrupted him, before replying a little softer, "She didn't want to be around during the trial, and you know that." Of course, the trial. Tony informed me last week that her dad was to be put to the jury soon. There would be a lot of press so I didn't blame her for wanting to get away.

"I wonder if Peter knows." Ned asked, still enthusiastic. I leaned in, surprised as being mentioned.

"We can't tell Peter. He has to stay away. That's what that Happy bloke said." Even she felt a little down at this fact. It took a lot of effort not to swing down and talk to them directly. The two of them were quiet for a moment, a calm silence that was not uncomfortable between them.

"Peter's cool though. I mean, I know a superhero personally. How many people can say that?" Ned said, stumbling over a raised crack in the path as he did so.

"Yeah, he's cool." Michelle said immediately. I got to my feet, and crept along the roof tops in order to follow them, careful all the time not to be seen. They didn't talk of anything interesting after that. Some homework assignment that was apparently impossible and one that from the sounds of it, I was lucky not to have to do.

I wanted to join them. All that time I waited to be an avenger, I didn't realise that the time I had then was precious too. That carefree innocence was something I now yearned for. Times had changed that was for sure. I felt a drop of rain land on my face, making me look up surprised- it was supposed to be dry all day.

"You have an incoming call from Mr Stark." Karen interrupted my train of thought.

"Put him through." I said, still following my friends.

"Hey kid. Swing by the base. We're on." I didn't understand his lingo. For all his brains, he seemed to enjoy speaking in riddles sometimes and it annoyed me.

"What?" I asked, distracted,

"We have a mission. Get on it." He said, hanging up as he did so. A mission. A real mission was coming at last. I looked longingly at my friends one last time, before turning away to swing back to base. We had waited for ages, now we were going to get some real action. I was ready for it.