NOTE: I made a few mistakes in this chapter, but they've all been fixed now, so no worries.

Here is it guys.

Pony's debut!

That's what it's called right...

Ummmm...

Yep, that's what we're going with.

And to satisfy certain readers (you know who you are XD), I have included a fan favorite. I think that's what it is... I really don't know. Eh!

That fan favorite is what we here like to call FFF's. And you know what that stands for? I'm sure you'll figure it out! And if you don't, I'll tell you at the bottom author's note!

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Unfortunately, I have to wait to take over Marvel, so... *sighs* I should have begun by tomorrow though, so no worries.

Come Monday, as promised, Peter didn't show at school. It didn't surprise Zoe and Ned, as they knew that May was completely serious. They could just imagine how annoyed and bored Peter was, and let me just say, it was pretty funny in their heads.

"Did you see the news yesterday?" Zoe asked, sorting through her locker as she spoke. She was, of course, referring to a minor battle between these confident guys that thought they could take over a city easily against Iron Man. Really, she felt bad for those poor deranged guys.

"Yeah, Iron Man totally crushed those crazy crooks." Ned nodded.

"Dude, you did not just say that," Zoe shook her head, giving a slight laugh.

"Sure did! And I don't regret it one bit."

"You are… interesting. And I'm not quite sure if that should be meant as a compliment or not…"

"Gee, thanks."

"You're welcome!" she replied with strong enthusiasm, causing the two of them to laugh for a moment.

"See you next period." Ned said, closing his locker and turning.

"Bye." Zoe gave a half wave, walking the opposite direction. Luckily, there were still a few minutes before the bell rang, which would be plenty enough time to get to class. She had been late on her first day (mainly because she got lost), and that hadn't exactly been a fun experience.

Lost in thought, the teenage girl wasn't watching where she was going, and therefore ran right into someone. She was about to apologize, but that was before she saw who she hit. She changed her mind.

"Hey," Flash greeted, grinning at her. No doubt he would try again… did this guy ever give up?! "Why such a rush?"

"Trying to avoid idiots!" Zoe replied with a sarcastic smile. She glanced at the clock, she would have to ditch him quickly in order to make it to class on time.

"Perfect, you missed them all! Lucky for you, you bumped right into the smartest - and hottest - guy in the grade."

"Hmm? No, I don't think Peter is here today… right now I only see the most annoying guy in the grade." she smirked.

"Come on Frader, you can't be serious! I keep wondering why someone so hot would want to hang out with people like Parker. I keep offering for you to hang out with the popular people… you know, me? Do you know what I'm offering you? Losers around your rank in the social ladder are never talked to by someone so high up. You could actually be popular! And then maybe we could go grab coffee, or see a movie. How about it?" he asked, running his fingers through her hair.

She smacked his hand away. "Flash. No."

"Why not?"

"Do I really have to spell it out for you?" Zoe sighed, choosing her words carefully. "I. Don't. Like you!" There were so many other things she wished to say to him, but she wasn't allowed to curse, and most things she wanted to say involved some serious swears.

Flash frowned, not replying for a minute. Clearly, he was thinking his reply through. Wait, that couldn't be right… Flash didn't know how to use his brain!

Finally, a slight smirk replaced his frown. Well that didn't look good… what had that messed up brain of his thought up?

"I see what you're trying to do," he said, "but don't worry, I don't give up that easily."

Zoe stared at him blankly. She wasn't 'trying to do' anything other than get to class! "Uh… what?" Just as she said that, the warning bell rang. "Crap, I'm gonna be late." She groaned.

"Want me to walk you to class?" Flash offered.

"No." She replied bluntly, going around him and walking away. Finally, freedom! That guy really needed to come to his senses… why couldn't he go after Liz Allen or something? No, no, Peter liked her, he wouldn't like that. Why couldn't Flash like anyone else?!

That was it. Zoe was entirely sure this time, the universe hated her. What had she done wrong?!

-over with Peter-

Sometimes… Peter wasn't smart. In the street smarts sort of way of course, he was one of the smartest people that went to his school. But that was school smarts! Which he was great with. But sometimes his street smarts failed him. Today was one of those days.

He had been minding his own business, AKA laying in bed doing absolutely nothing, completely bored out of his mind. May would come to check on him every little while, until finally she realized that they were out of soup (what is it with people giving injured or sick people soup? Why soup? Why not spaghetti?), and decided to make a "quick" trip to the store. Was that even physically possible? Who could make a QUICK trip to the store…?

Anyway, May had just left a few minutes ago, and Peter was trying to sleep, but he just couldn't. After a bit, he heard loud shouts coming from outside his window. Curious, he stood up and looked outside. Down on the sidewalk, a man with a gun was dragging a kid towards an alley.

"Not today," Peter muttered, suiting up as quickly as he could. Making sure to lock his door, he crawled out the window, and ran to the alley (he didn't think webbing would be very good for his head… crap, he was starting to sound like Zoe!). He waited in the shadows for the right moment, watching carefully.

Two young teens were shoved to the wall, guns against their heads. Yes, guns. Plural. Plural was not good. You know what also wasn't good? Now, there were six guys instead of one! Which, Peter could still take them out, but he was afraid one of them would be able to shoot the kids before he stopped them.

No, no, he could do it just fine. These guys were going to jail, and they wouldn't be able to hurt the kids. It would be fine.

"Hey! Hey guys! Didn't you know it's illegal to murder minors?" Peter yelled, effectively earning the guys' attention. They were all large men, not fat, but extremely muscled; dressed in black, and strangely, they all had some shade of brown hair. Was there really no such thing as redheads or blondes in street gangs? Of course, brown was the most common hair color, but… wow, he was getting really distracted.

"It's Spider-Man!" one of the guys yelled.

"Yes, we can SEE HIM!" another yelled in annoyance. "Get rid of him! Open fire!"

"Hey, whoa, now you're gonna become murderers AND arsonists? The crimes just keep coming!" Peter quipped, flipping over one of the guys (while dodging several bullets), and kicking him, successfully knocking him down. He was about to grab one guy's gun with a web, but… nothing happened. Wait, what? Why were no webs shooting?

"You appear to be out of web fluid." Karen commented.

Peter groaned. "Seriously?! I can't believe I didn't reload! I'm such an idiot…"

"One mistake does not make you an idiot. With your current injuries, it would make sense that you are forgetful."

"How am I supposed to get them out of here?" Peter asked, glancing towards the two kids, who were watching with wide eyes.

Unfortunately, looking away - even for a second - seemed to be a bad idea. With the large gash on his head, his spider-sense was a bit slow, and of course today he was just that - slow. A bullet landed right in his thigh.

Peter yelped in pain, but quickly covered it with more talking. "Hey! That was really mean! I dunno about where you guys come from, but shooting people is considered rude in this part of town!" Great, so now his head was pounding, his thigh was burning, and he had no webbing, which meant this was suddenly ten times more difficult.

The fight dragged on, Peter was holding his own alright, but he wasn't exactly… winning. Neither side was exactly winning, neither was in the position to run off, but Peter had yet to get the kids out of the alley, and he was in horrible pain, which put him to a disadvantage.

Finally, he was able to get the guys to one side of the alley. "Get out! Go!" He yelled at the two kids, who were very quick to comply. Luckily, they got out without being hit by any bullets. Thank goodness… now he could worry less about them getting hit, and worry more about defeating these guys.

Okay, he really had to remember to never forget to reload on webbing again. His webs were his primary weapon, and he wasn't doing so well without them. Against common street thugs! This was pathetic!

A bullet was shot. Peter's spider-sense was blaring like crazy… now it was just going nonstop. He was so in over his head. The bullet grazed his shoulder, causing him to hiss in pain. He couldn't scream… screaming was weak… Spider-Man was not weak… he wasn't weak… sure, he had a bullet in his thigh, and two days ago he got axed in the head, but that was no reason to scream! Nope, no reason at all…

He jumped, and… he tripped. He had fallen right on his face. He started to push himself up, but a hard boot pushed him back down. Oh no… A bullet hit his hand. Peter couldn't hold it anymore. He screamed.

This was so not good. "Would you like me to call Tony Stark?" Karen offered out of the blue.

"What? No! That's a horrible idea! I'm doing perfectly fine on my own." Peter replied, attempting to push the man off of him, but forgot about the bullet in his hand. Okay, this wasn't going well.

"Calling Tony Stark."

"What?! Karen! No!" Peter cried. Of course, she just ignored him, too busy calling Tony. He was so dead.

It was only a few minutes before an Iron Man suit (was Tony even in it? Who could say?) flew into the scene. In about three seconds flat, he had blasted down all of the guys, rendering them unconscious.

"Really, kid? Common street thugs?" Tony said, offering a hand to him. Peter sighed, taking his hand to pull himself up.

"Mr. Stark, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to bother you, it's just that Karen decided to call you, and-"

"Well you did, and you'd better be glad I was in the neighborhood." Wait, did he mean… The suit opened up, allowing Tony to step out. Oh gosh, he was actually here. Crap… "I was just going to send a suit, but then I remembered that you got axed in the head."

"How did you know that?!" Peter exclaimed, his uninjured hand automatically going up to his head.

"Your friends told Happy, who told me." Tony replied casually.

Peter facepalmed (again, with his uninjured hand. That would have seriously hurt…). Of course, Zoe and Ned would tell him anyway, even after he told them not to. "Of course they did." he groaned.

"That's not important right now. What were you thinking?! You could have gotten yourself killed!"

"Buuut I didn't!"

Tony took a deep breath. "Yeah? Well you weren't prepared. You went into battle without any web fluid!"

"But I didn't know!"

"You weren't ready! You can't rely on your webs as much as you do, and this is exactly why. If you can't behave like a responsible superhero, then you shouldn't be out roaming the streets."

"I do behave like a superhero!" Peter argued.

Tony let out a frustrated breath. "You went after six armed and dangerous murderers, without your primary weapon!"

"Um… oops?" Peter offered quietly.

"How is that responsible? How?!" Both stopped talking, a short silence settling. Tony seemed to be pondering something. "You know what? That's it." What was it? Oh no, he was gonna take the suit… he was gonna take the suit and that would be it and he would be fired and- "You're grounded."

Peter nearly did a double take. "Wait, what?" he stared at Tony for a moment, who seemed to be completely serious. "Whoa, wait, you can't ground me!"

"Yes, I can." Tony replied sternly.

"No!" Peter cried. Tony couldn't ground him! He wasn't anywhere close to his legal guardian, and only his legal guardian could ground him, and that was May, and May wouldn't ground him, because she didn't know that he was Spider-Man.

The two stared at each other for what felt like years (but of course, in reality, was only seconds), until finally, Tony spoke again. "You're bleeding!"

"Oh yeah… I might have been hit by a few bullets… maybe…" Peter trailed off.

-a little while later, after bullet wounds and such have been taken care of and Peter has changed into civilian clothes-

"You can't ground me!" Peter argued once again as Tony practically dragged him up the stairs to his apartment.

"Yes, kid, I can. And I don't want any superhero work until you've proven that you can handle it."

"What?! I can handle it! That's not fair!"

They had now reached Peter's apartment room, and Tony had knocked on the door. Oh crap, May was there now… and thought he was asleep. He was so going to be grounded anyway, but he didn't want Tony Stark to ground him too! This day was so not going his way…

The door opened. Oh no… "Oh, hello Mr. Stark!" May greeted, then noticing Peter standing half out of view. She opened her mouth, but Tony beat her.

"Hello," he said, clearing his throat, then pointing to Peter. "He's grounded."

"He can't do that!" Peter cried, looking at May desperately, before turning back to Tony. "You can't do that!"

May frowned, opening the door wider so that both could enter. "Young man, you snuck out of this house, you're grounded anyway." Peter stared at her, gaping. This wasn't happening… "So if you'd like to get technical, he's not grounding you, but after he requested you get grounded, you do. But for different reasons. Which, why exactly do you want to ground him?" She turned towards Tony as she asked this.

"I'll talk to you about it after this." Tony replied.

"Okay," May nodded, turning back to Peter. "You're grounded for a week."

"Seriously?!" Peter groaned as he sat on the couch, resting his chin on his palm.

"Yes." Both May and Tony said in unison.

"Give us a minute? Thanks." Tony said, dragging Peter to the corner. "No hero work."

"Come on, you can't be serious!"

"Give me your suit. You'll be getting it back at the end of the week. If you can't be responsible, you'll die. You. Will. DIE."

"But-" Peter sighed, giving in. "Fine, whatever."

"Good, now give me the suit."

From right inside the front door, a new voice rang out. "HEY, DO YOU HAVE ANY PEANUT BUTTER?" Zoe yelled, now seeing Tony and Peter. She froze, her jaw falling open. "Uh…"

"Peter's grounded." Tony said. "So, you're leaving."

Zoe just stared at the billionaire. "Holy crap… Tony Stark… holy crap… you must have a truckload of peanut butter! Can I borrow some? Hey wait, why is he grounded?"

"None of your business, now get out." Tony replied.

"But I wanna know!" Zoe whined.

"You can ask him at school tomorrow, now we really need you to please leave." May said.

"Really? That's depressing… I have nothing else to do today… are you sure you don't have any peanut butter?" Zoe sighed, grabbing a cookie from the counter. "Wait a minute, if Tony Stark is here… and you're grounded…" she looked between the two a few times before she began to grin. "Did a billionaire just ground you, Pete?"

"No!" Peter instantly shook his head, while Tony nodded.

"Yes, I did, now get out."

Zoe began to giggle, choking slightly on the cookie. "DUDE! What did you do?! This is the best thing that's happened since… ever!" she continued to laugh, while Peter just glared at her. It wasn't that funny.

"Wait a minute… how do you have a key?" May asked.

Zoe's eyes widened in a slight panic. "Uhh… thanks for the cookie, nice meeting you Mr. Stark, bye!" she yelled in a quick jumble of words as she ran out the door.

Peter rolled his eyes, honestly he didn't even know himself how on earth she had gotten a key, but he had shrugged it off. Actually, that was kind of weird… what the heck?

A moment later, Zoe ran back in, grabbed a jar of peanut butter and another cookie, then ran back out. "BYE SEE YOU TOMORROW!" she yelled as she slammed the door.

Wow, he had a really weird friend…

If you haven't figured it out, FFF's are Flash Flirting Fails. I love those!

You loved it, I know. There are just no words for the incredibility of this amazingness.

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Wait a minute, I think I said that wrong... BE a Kitten, send a review.

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There are just so many possibilities! Guys, that word has a lot of I's in it. That bothers me. I dunno. Eh.

Goodbye my Kittens!

Until next time, Kat signing off.