Peter-Age 17
"Mother-!" Peter cursed under his breath as he fell onto the roof of a building, clutching his hand.
Peter slowly stood up and stretched his hand a bit, biting his tongue to keep himself from hissing in pain. Part of his suit had been burned off and angry red skin was exposed. The stinging was unbearable, but at least his webshooters were okay. He couldn't stop now or else the thing would reach Stark Tower. He drew in a few deep breaths and shot a web at a nearby building, slinging himself across the city and closer to the tower.
"Most kids give their parents a card at their best for their parents' wedding anniversary." Peter muttered under his breath. "Meanwhile, I'm chasing down a maniac while dressed in spandex for my parents' anniversary."
Earlier that evening...
"Pete!" Tony stepped into his son's room, struggling to tie his tie.
"Yeah dad?" Peter looked up from his homework. "Are you leaving now?"
Tony nodded as he pulled his tie apart so it hung limply around his neck again. "Yes, once I finish tying this damn thing..." He muttered, trying once again. " As you know, Steve and I are heading out for our 20th anniversary dinner and we probably are going to get back pretty late. You know the drill-"
"Dad I'm seventeen years old, I know what to do!" He grinned.
"Also, no wild house parties." Tony added.
Peter gave him that 'really?' look. "I'm an introvert dad; what friends do I have besides Harry, Gwen, and MJ?"
"Still don't like the idea that you're friends with Osborn's kid..." Tony muttered under his breath as he successfully finished tying his tie. "Anyway, just have a good night."
"No, YOU enjoy your night with pops." Peter pointed at Tony.
Tony grinned. "I will, I'll see you later. Love you, Spidey."
"Love you too, dad." Peter replied.
Tony ruffled his son's hair and kissed the crown of his head before he left for a wonderful night with Steve. Peter waited a couple of minutes to make sure they were gone and scrambled over to his desk, pulling out a police scanner. He grabbed a cable beside it and hooked it up to his laptop for better signal. There was absolutely NO WAY he was going to let anything ruin this night for his dads. He jumped off the bed and pulled out the box containing his Spider-Man suit. It was slick, shiny, and was ready to see some action.
Did his superdads know about this? No.
Should they know about this? Probably.
Of course his dads have seen Spider-man on the nightly news and the bruises he sometimes came home with, but most of the time he pinned them on Flash Thompson or a skateboarding accident. He knew that he couldn't hide a giant secret like this from his dads forever. He had even debated telling them earlier today but dropping a bomb like that during their wedding anniversary isn't in the book of good ideas.
"...what looks like a miniature hovercraft is making its way down 43rd street, terrorizing citizens. It looks like another citizen trying to recreate the alien tech that nearly demolished our city a little over 2 decades ago..."
Peter snapped out of his thoughts and tugged on his suit without a second thought. The idea of people trying to re-create the gear that the Chitauri army used during the Battle of New York wasn't new but this one in particular looked a lot more advanced than the crude imitations that his dads have gone up against. Peter loaded up his webshooters with a couple cartridges before running up to the roof and jumping into the frying pan.
Present...
Peter spotted the man speeding above the street on a hovercraft and pushed himself to following him even faster, despite the pain shooting up his arm from his hand. The man, dressed head to toe in black, looked over his shoulder and made a sharp turn to get away from the spider. Peter followed and shot a web at the hovercraft, pulling himself onto it with the man. The man shook the vehicle violently knocking Peter off but he quickly stuck himself to the bottom of the craft, unknown by the driver.
"I wanted first-class but I got cabin, worst flight ever!" Peter quipped and he jumped in front of the driver, who jumped back in surprise.
"You obnoxious bug, get off!" He yanked the break lever down, knocking both of them off onto the cold pavement of a parking lot.
"I am off! I'm choosing a different airline next time!" Peter replied, cringing slightly inside. Where was his snark tonight?
The man pulled out the gun he had used on him earlier and shot it at him. Peter sidestepped and shot a web at the gun, covering the muzzle but another shot broke through the webbing easily. Peter jumped onto the building behind him and the man took another shot at him but failed as Peter jumped off the wall and shot a web at his foot, anchoring it firmly to the ground. The man tried to turn to shoot the bug but Peter anchored his other foot to the ground with another web.
"Well it looks like you're grounded too!" He snarked.
"Not quite!" He shouted and pressed a button on the gun.
Before Spider-man could even react, the craft shot past him cutting into his side and shot a beam at the man's feet, releasing his feet. Peter clutched his side in pain as the man jumped onto the hovercraft and sped off again. Damnit, he was definitely tougher than the others he had seen. He drew in a deep breath and webbed the giant cut closed, making a mental note to think of a REALLY GOOD excuse in advance...
Peter picked up the pace, despite the pain now gripping his side. The alien impersonator was nearly at Stark Tower and it would look pretty terrible if the man demolished everything and got away, leaving Spider-man to explain what happened to Steve and Tony. The Daily Bugle would label him as a criminal again...
The man circled the base of the towers as if he was sending Peter a secret 'fuck you, I got here first' before running up the side of the tower. Peter shot a web at a nearby crane and pulled himself up and leaped onto the roof of the building from there. Peter shot a web at the man and yanked him off the hovercraft upon him reaching the top. He immediately shot a web at the hovercraft as well, tugging it from the air and slamming it onto the roof, smashing it into thousands of pieces. The man squirmed again his webbing as Peter grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him up to his face.
"Where did you get the blueprints for the alien tech? And where did you get the materials to build it?" He demanded.
The man snickered. "Wouldn't you like to know..."
Beep. Beep. Beep. BeepBeepBeepBeepBeep-oh sh-
A blast knocked the both of them through the roof and into the living room. The man, now coated in rubble pulled out the gun again and shot at Peter again. He felt the heat radiating from the beam as it whizzed past his ear. Spider-man shot a web at the gun and tried to pull it away but the man fired again and he jumped away, not wanting to burn his arm as well. Peter jumped onto the ceiling, swerving left and right to avoid the blasts and tried to shoot a web at the man again and-
Squirt. Oh shit.
He was out of web fluid. He was in his house and his room was down the hall where he had more web fluid but he couldn't let the man know it was his house. The man pulled something from his pocket, a small knife and threw it at the spider but Peter leaped from the ceiling. He would have to fight dirty now whether he wanted to or not.
The man placed his hand on the trigger and Peter side-stepped out of aim and the blast hit the piano instead. Damn, this will be the fourth time they will have had to replaced it in the last 8 years. Peter jumped onto the ceiling and tackled the man from above, finally knocking that damn gun from his hands. He ripped off the mask the man was wearing and tied it around his wrists, finally stopping him.
"I feel flying in the prisoner cabin will suit you best." Peter tried again at snarky line. Nope, snark wasn't there.
Peter threw the man over shoulder and crawled down the tower and to the crowd of police officers waiting a few blocks down from the tower. He wordlessly tossed the man at a burly-looking officer and left, leaving a crowd of baffled officers in his wake. He tried to shoot a web for an extra boost of coolness and, surprisingly, the shooter scrounged up enough fluid to shoot one last web. He swung back up to the roof of the tower and into the living room. The gun was still there and he could probably hide it in his closet until he could figure out what to do with it-
Click.
Light flooded the dark room and Spider-man whipped his head around, only to see his wide-eyed dads standing in the doorway. Well...this didn't make a pretty good scene; Spider-man standing in the midst of a wrecked living room with a gun by his feet.
"This isn't what it looks like! There was a man trying to imitate the Chitauri tech from the Battle of New York and-" He started to explain but Tony held up a hand, silencing him.
"We saw what happened from the street and we know this isn't your fault." He reassured, taking a few steps towards him. "Thank you, actually for stopping him."
"No problem Mr. Stark, it's what I do." Peter nodded.
"Tony," Steve jogged back into the room. Funny, neither of the superheroes noticed he was gone. "Peter's not here." Peter's stomach dropped. Confession time was on the horizon.
"WHAT?" Tony nearly screamed. "Cap, suit up-"
"Wait!" Peter shouted, holding out both of his hands for emphasis.
Tony raised an eyebrow along with Steve as Peter straightened up, despite the building speed of his heart. His hands were shaking as he grabbed the base of his mask. He slowly lifted it over his head and shook his head, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead.
"I'm...I'm Spider-man. I...I wanted to tell you guys sooner, but I was too nervous." Peter admitted.
An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Peter gulped. Tony was completely stoned-face and Steve's eyes were only slightly wider than normal. A few more moments ticked by before Steve nodded at Tony.
"We've had our suspicions for a little while now, actually." Peter opened his mouth to speak. "I noticed the sewing machine and the pile of red fabric under your desk when I was looking for that tie you borrowed and forgot to give back, I also saw a tiny cartridge laying on your nightstand which I assume fits into your webshooters..." Steve glanced at the webshooters on his son's wrists then at Tony.
"And name one other person in this city that can wall-crawl." Tony finished.
Oh, right. That was probably a dead giveaway right from when he first appeared on the news. He was also almost 1000% sure that sewing machine was out of view...
Tony led Peter to their bathroom and Steve followed, grabbing a first-aid kit from one of the drawers. Peter took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and drew in a deep breath, bracing himself for interrogation time.
"Why did you go after that thing in the first place? You know even Tony and I have trouble fighting things like that." Steve ran a washcloth under some cool water.
"It was your 20th wedding anniversary and I wanted you guys to have a good time and not have to worry about protecting the city." Peter answered
"Peter," Tony started. "You didn't have to get yourself so banged up because of us." His eyes ran up and down Peter's damaged form. Along with his burned hand, an angry bruise was swollen under his right eye and various cuts of all sorts were all over his body. The one wrapped in one of his webs with spots of red bleeding through looked especially bad.
"I just wanted you guys to have a nice anniversary without any interruptions and-ow!" Peter winced as Steve gently pat his burned hand with a cool cloth.
"Tony and I are as loyal to protecting people as we are to each other." Steve stated. "Protecting this city is just as important as celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary."
"Tonight is a special night for you two and you deserve to be able to spend it without having to suit up." Peter insisted. "I also deserve to be grounded and not be able to go to prom with Gwen because I was so reckless and-"
"Peter...who said Steve and I were angry?" Tony took a seat next to his son. "We're proud of you for handling this...reasonably well for a novice like yourself." Peter grinned sheepishly. "It was not only thoughtful of you but brave and Steve and I are more proud than angry."
"I digress but...did you make this suit yourself?" Steve traced the webbing design on the suit up Peter's arm, away from his burn.
Peter smiled and nodded. "Yeah, Pepper taught me how to sew a little while ago. I made this about a month ago because I figured just a mask with a hoodie and jeans weren't enough. I went with calling myself 'Spider-man' because you guys have been calling me 'Spidey' since I was 3 because of my wall-crawling so...yeah."
Tony nodded approvingly. "I knew picking her over Natasha as a godmother was a good idea. Next time you should swing by your girlfriend's house and show her that little ass of-"
"DAD!" Peter cut him off with a plume of red erupting across his face. "No! Just...no."
"The next time you'll be swinging around you'll have me following you on my motorcycle and Tony flying beside you." Steve smiled and pat his son's shoulder.
Peter's mouth dropped open. "You mean..."
"Yep," Tony smirked. "Welcome to the family business."
WOW. I literally wrote this whole thing in one day! I've been super-motivated and I've had this idea in my head for a while and I FINALLY got the time to write it! Even though I should be studying for midterms...
I actually saw Spider-man: Turn Off the Dark a few days before it went off Broadway and it was amazing! The set were designed so they looked like they were taken straight out of a comic book and Spider-man was flying right in front of me! I had a balcony seat and there was a platform for Spider-man to jump off of and one time he was waiting for his cue and I whispered to myself, "oh my god, it's Spider-man." And then he turned around and waved at me! I squealed on the inside XD
Another reason why it took FOREVER to get this chapter up is because my computer has been acting weird my so has my keyboard. Sometimes it works fine and other times it's really glitchy. I replaced the keyboard but it's still happening! Though I think the main reason is that my computer is about 6 years old (yeah, it's ancient in terms of technology).
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
~Yukihikari-chan
