AN: I do not own the Avengers nor Spiderman.

Couple of questions have come up in reviews which I keep forgetting to answer, so here goes. Firstly, I don't plan for Peter to actually speak to Ned just yet. There is a good chance that he might come up much later in the story, but at the moment, I think there needs to be a divide between Peter's old life and his new one with the Avengers. Also, I am not currently planning to pair Peter with anyone. There were suggestions of him and Wanda, however as I imagine Wanda to be about 23, and Peter to be almost 15, in that format, I don't think it would really work. Thank you for your questions and all comments of any sort.

First, there was the sound. The loud echoing booming noise that sounded like a million bursts of thunder all at once. Then, there was light. Escaping from the darkness behind us, it lit up the sky instantly. The once heavy cover of the night became as bright as day. We were flying. It wasn't the simple controlled swinging through the air like I was used to: it was rough, heavy and ungraceful. Wanda's hand became wrenched away from mine as we slammed into the ground hard, rolling over a few times before coming to an abrupt halt. The debris rained down on us –glass shattered and bricks flew.

For a moment, I laid on the grass, the wind completely knocked out from me. So much for a simple mission. If my heart was racing before, it certainly was now. The building was in flames. Huge plumes burst out from it, radiating heat in all directions. After such a terrible noise, the silence that followed seemed even more noticeable than before, I couldn't hear anything.

"Report." I suddenly became aware that Steve had been barking out into the comms device probably for some time now. I must have tuned him out before. I looked over at Wanda before making my assessment. I could wriggle my toes, and though I'm sure that after the adrenaline wore off, this would hurt like mad, I would be ok. Wanda seemed a little out of it too, but even in her dazed unconscious state, I was sure that she would be ok in time.

"We're fine." I gasped out eventually, to which I distantly remember hearing a sigh of relief in reply "Natasha and Clint?" I asked hopefully.

"Both are ok." Vision reassured me. Right, that was good. What's next?

"Peter," Steve called once more, "Tony's on his way. He will get you out of there." I laid down on the grass a moment more. Then, I shakily pulled myself up to my knees, and then to my feet. I was a little unsteady at first, and seemed to wander more than I would like over the ground on my way to reach Wanda. I crouched down beside her, glancing round to see if Tony was here yet.

"Wanda?" I asked softly, shaking her a little in an attempt to rouse her. There was no reply

"Kid." The sound of thrusters and Tony's casual nickname for me indicated that Iron Man had arrived. He looked at Wanda once, letting Friday make his own assessment. I don't know what the results were, but behind the mask I didn't seen any major concerns from him.

"I'm going to take her back to the others. I'll come back for you after." He said without his usual gusto. Then he was gone again, and I was alone with only the wreckage behind for company.

I don't know much about adrenaline, only what I have experienced. At first, it seems great, the rush of excitement that can save your life and make you do the impossible. When it goes however, it leaves behind a lot of baggage. I felt tired, the day's activities finally catching up on me. Then, I felt the cuts and bruises that our escapade had given me. There was a large gash across my face leaving blood dripping down. I felt heavy, and the ache in my side told me that the next morning was going to show one hell of a bruise there.

I should be glad. We had just been in the middle of a major explosion and we had come out with nothing life threatening. We would have died for sure if we had staying in the buildings, or if we took the stairs rather than jumping out, so we should count our blessings. All in all, it wasn't a successful mission by any stretch of the imagination, but we were all ok and that was the main thing.

But instead to gathering intelligence, we seemed to have discovered more questions than answers: Why was the building empty for starters? It appeared as though whoever used the place, knew we were coming, but how? The questions seemed to go in one ear and out the other. Nothing made sense about any of this, but I couldn't concentrate on that now.

I closed my eyes tiredly, feeling the weight of the mission. Despite Tony telling me to wait, I just wanted to get out of here. I stumbled over to the boundary fence, wondering if I could summon enough energy to get myself over it this time. Yet what seemed so small and easy before had turned into a huge challenge. Tony told me to wait, and I trusted him enough to know that he would come back.

Anxiously, I glanced around the area one last time to see if I could spot him. It didn't seem to take so long walking when we arrived than it was taking now for Tony to fly here, I thought vaguely. He must be coming soon.

But in amongst my jumbled thoughts, I saw something that was even more unusual than everything else that had happened. In the corner of my eye, I could see a man. His face was hidden from view and he was hurrying away from the building as fast as he could. That's all I knew of him. Ignoring my body's protests, I hurried forwards towards him. But try though I might to catch up, by the time I reached where I saw him, there was no man in sight – he was gone.

"Ready kid." Tony's voice came up from behind me.

"I saw someone," I said immediately. It was important that Tony knew that. The man could have been anyone. In all our findings, we had forgotten something so important. The building was never fully deserted. There was that man running away, and there was a guard. A guard who somewhere in the roaring fire was webbed up and trapped. Unable to escape the inevitability of his future. That was my fault.

"There's no one there." Tony said concerned. He must have asked Friday for details. "We have to go Peter."