[I sorta rewrote the first chapter again and changed some stuff including how he got his powers to make it better. I'm not entirely done with that but I wanted to tweak that for upcoming chapters to make sense, so go skim that real quick, just a heads up. Unedited please ignore obvious mistakes I'll go over this tonight I just wanted to update quickly, might update again tonight as well.]

Avengers and the Hunting Spider .•.•. (- That looks like a spooder.

Part 2

Chapter 10

(One week after rescue.)

Within a week things began to calm down and the team plus their guest fell into the lull of a daily routine. Bruce continued to stuff Peter at least once a day, usually at dinner as much as possible. He was still severely underweight for his age, which was fast approaching fifteen. The teenager didn't seem to mind too much as long as the flavor wasn't too spicy, which was something he constantly disliked. He also (without realizing it) avoided foods with ingredients in natural pesticides that repelled spiders.

Which Tony had at first thought was hilarious, before Bruce mentioned he could be dangerously allergic to a lot more ingredients and pesticides than most normal humans. Tony then immediately shut up, and may have later asked FRIDAY to make a list of foods and chemicals Peter could be allergic to.

Another constant about the teenager- that would hopefully fade with time and patience- was that he was jumpy and would flinch. Especially when others moved too close too quickly around him or if things became too overwhelming. And he had a large dislike for shiny surfaces- tables or beds especially- which filled the team with unquestioned dread.

He seemed to trust Bucky and Steve the most so he continued staying on their floor where they could keep an eye on him. They were also helping him with the new relazation of having a choice in what happened to him. It started small and underwhelming, like choosing what clothes he'd be wearing for the day (Tony had ordered an entire wardrobe full of clothes for Peter a few days after they'd started getting him adjusted to his new surroundings and were sure he wouldn't run off).

Their main goal was to remind him he had a choice and free will at the Avenger's Tower and everywhere else. He most often used it to leave and go to another 'safe room' if he didn't feel comfortable in their company. That last one was probably the most important part of that. It wasn't uncommon for Peter's eyes to become foggy and for him to suddenly leave the room if there were too many people or it became too much for his senses.

But they still hardly knew a thing about him and his personality. Sure they had tons of files on his every cell and capability but they didn't know him as a person. Although when there was something going on though like a mission alert, they'd only had two small missions and at least one of them would stay with Peter since they'd taken Peter. Mostly Bucky or Steve. And when he was distracted anxiously watching the news his protective shell began to fall away and revealed his true, not as skittish, personality.

Most of the team had managed to become closer with the teenager seemingly without him realizing it and pushing them away. Except Tony. Since Pepper was coming home from Tokyo in a few weeks but neither were sure on an exact time so Tony was extremely busy preparing for her arrival. He hadn't told her about their guest either. As such he was always running around and fixing things up, as everything had to be just perfect. Tony was quite nervous to tell the hotheaded Pepper about the fact they'd brought in a dangerous and possibly deadly HYDRA assassin into his Tower. Where hundreds of people milled about in their daily lives, working all the while blissfully unaware of Peter's very existence. If the press ever got a hold of the fact there was a child in the Tower... There were too many ways that could be interpreted.

Even with his limited contact Tony noticed few things about the teenager. For one, he was was smart. Very much so. And according to the school records in Queens he'd always been extremely smart. At six he was in third grade. And his intelligence showed in his every move. From the way he eyed and assessed everyone. Like he was planning to take them all down at any second with a strategy designed for them. He even would choose his words very carefully. But he still stumbled for something to say when he got nervous or too flustered to find the right words. Especially when he was asked things about his current wellbeing. He seemed weirded about by the question to begin with.

But it was a calm Thursday around midday when Tony finally figured out a rather obvious way to see just how smart the teenager was. He couldn't just ask like 'hey I wanna test you'. Tony could only guess all the emotional trauma he'd endured and was probably internally wallowing in. Tony had enough experience in that aspect, and he also knew how to help it thanks to the efforts of Pepper, Rhodey, and Bruce. One thing he was sure of was that Peter needed to be distracted, and Tony knew a way he could learn about their guest and calm the kid down, all at the same time...

Peter was the relaxing in the main room where he and a few of the others spent the majority of their time if they weren't at SHIELD or on missions. Peter seemed to hate being alone as much as he did being around other people. He both craved and repelled human interaction. They could only speculate what would happen when he had to suddenly meet someone outside the current six he knew in the delicate state of trust he was in. But still, progress was progress. He was currently curled in the corner of the couch absorbed in the graphics on the TV. He was seated a few spots from Steve, entirely unaware of what was to come barreling out from the elevator.

"It's strange seeing how much entertainment technology has changed like when Bucky an-" Ding!

Both males looked up in curiosity at who was joined them now. Clint, Natasha, and Bucky were sparring downstairs in the training room. Steve had gotten back from his walk half an hour prior and had decided to keep Peter company. While Bruce was probably where usually Tony was, the labs. The two geniuses were surprisingly easy to predict in their day to day lifestyles.

But they were a bit surprised to see Tony exit the elevator this early in the afternoon. Usually he didn't leave except to get something for for him and Bruce or movie nights. What happened next surprised Peter more than he should have admitted, the moment Tony entered the room he locked eyes with Peter. Who was too stunned at the man's expression to shrink away. It was excitement, and Tony was staring right at Peter. It caused a flash of fear which he tried to dismiss. This was Tony he was talking about. The man may be eccentric and random but he was always kind to the teenager.

"Peter!" He exclaimed making the named teenager tilt his head like a confused puppy.

"Mr. Stark...?" He greeted back, and didn't bother to keep the questioning tone out of his voice.

The man just grinned and walked forwards, taking Peter's wrist and began dragging him to the elevator. He took extra care of the metal device inside the teenager's good arm (unsure whether they actually caused any pain).

"Mr. Stark!" Peter yelped as he shot a look of desperation to Steve. The blond looked about as surprised but couldn't offer much help. "Sorry Pete, there's not much I can do. Once he has an idea, no matter how bizarre, he does it."

Peter rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth and ground both him and Tony to a halt. Using one his more mundane powers on the floor, the ability to stick to nearly every surface. He was careful not to pull his arm away or using any super strength for fear of hurting Tony. And he hadn't used many of his powers since the 'escape fiasco'.

"Mr. Stark, w-what are you doing? A-and where are you t-taking me?" Peter asked, uncertainty on what he was supposed to do in this situation coming off him in waves.

"First of all, my name's Tony. I'm not that old. And second, I'm stealing you from Steve, see? C'mon, kiddo, wave good-bye," Tony said giving the teenager another tug towards the open elevator. Peter didn't even budge.

"But why?" Peter asked stubbornly, crossing his arms. Like a regular teenager, Tony realized.

"It's a surprise. It's rude to ruin surprises."

Peter faltered for a second at the word 'surprise'. "I don't like surprises." It was all too true. The days where they did something to his senses and everything was screaming at him and he couldn't see. They'd take him to that room and refuse to tell him what was going on. All he felt was pain, heightened pain. And they only laughed and repeated the words 'it's a surprise' in bad English as a taunt.

"Tch. We'll have to fix that or birthday parties will be no fun. Just follow, you'll have fun, kid, I promise." He gave another slight tug. There was a stare off, a battle of wills... Tony won, he was a business man after all.

"Fine," Peter relented and turned to face Steve as he was dragged off. "Traitor."

Well that was easier than expected, Tony admitted to himself. He was honestly expecting more of a fight, he snickered to himself.

.oO0Oo.

Before the elevator dinged and opened Peter looked rather bored. He was beginning to get used to smothering the anxiety from the regular rides in the cramped metal box he took. He considered it a sort of weakness, if they knew about it, eventually when they got bored with him they'd simply use them against him. He blocked it out and didn't register the fact they stopped on a floor he'd never been to.

The doors slid open and Peter's whole body went rigid with shock at the sight in front of him. "What is this?" Peter asked, his eyes shining with concealed joy. Proving once again he was just an excitable young teenager under the layers of protection he'd built around himself. They only saw his personality when he was distracted, which was fine by Stark. There were hundreds of things to distract him with, just in lab floors alone. Tony took the look on his face as a small victory.

"This is Tony Stark's private lab," Tony said, his usual gusto showing. "You're one of the few people who've seen this in person and up close."

Peter stopped bouncing on his heels and turned to the man, "Why are you showing me this?" This kid's emotions were a rollercoaster and could give anyone whiplash if they weren't prepared.

Tony paused then shrugged coolly and decided on the honest route. "I actually want to see just how smart you are."

"Oh," it wasn't disappointed but his excitement died down. Tony was simply studying him. While he was here, he was a danger to the others. But he also needed to be assessed on how big of a threat he was. Which was fine, he was rarely in pain anymore. Since coming here he had healed quicker than ever before.

The only pain he had was a small throb from his shoulder if he moved it too much or quick. But it wasn't their fault, that was Mad's. And according to Bruce, his healing factor would tackle that soon since everything serious needed to be finished first. But the thing that still shocked him the most was the fact he wasn't randomly punished. They had never hurt him purposely- when he had to wear the sling and adjust it Bruce would apologize profusely when Peter winced. They'd read his files, he knew or had a very accurate guess of what they said. Monster. Weapon. Experiment.

So Peter decided a little testing never hurt. Well, it usually did. He doubted they'd do anything invasive like tissue samples. At least without his permission. They didn't seem like those kind of people, unlike the agents who'd been in charge of the experiments taking place in that facility. Peter could usually read people fairly accurately, and did it often without noticing. He could usually guess what the Avengers were thinking, except Natasha, the fact both scared him and he had a large amount of respect for the redhead. On the other hand he was pretty sure Bucky let him read his emotions. Because he were always calm but not a false sculpted expression. He tried to avoid panic like Peter as well. Often when the others quarreled they glanced at each other and left the room to find somewhere quiet to read. He had a lot better control over them than the emotional teenager.

Tony however was an open book. The man was as expressive as cartoon characters on the TV shows Peter watched before school as a child. But Peter knew that was because he wasn't guarding what he showed. He could probably remain impassive when it mattered. Hell he could probably create something for that. Peter guessed that's what masks were for.

"Don't look so downcast. If you pass my little test you get to be a new science buddy, Pete," Tony put a hand on Peter's shoulder, noticing the involuntary flinch, and led him to one of Tony's messy plastic tables. They were covered in every sort of mess whether it was food, blueprints, or even various machine parts it was there. Bruce's desks and experiments were on the other side of the room and appeared to be a lot more organized than the billionaire's.

His face regained the earlier excitement, but dimmer with anxiousness at the thought of failing Tony's test of intelligence. The tests he'd taken were all physical never mental, though they'd shoved plenty knowledge into his mind. What did Tony have in mind? Did it involve his powers for some reason?

"Here, sit there," he pointed then started digging through the piles of papers on the desktop and drawers. Peter's mind continued to race around in circles, his danger-sense remained thankfully silent.

"Aha!" He straightened out again and set a thin folder in front of the teenager. It had a sticker marking it was blacked out. Peter tilted his head at it then looked to Tony for him to explain.

The man sighed and opened it, a small smile on his face as Peter's eyes widened comically. Blueprints. Not just for anything, not some coffee machine or any various other technology in the house. But an actual, though obviously much older, model of an Iron Man suit. Tony, understandably, didn't trust him to see the modern ones or he thought the older ones would be easier to understand.

"Why? What am I supposed to do with these?" He squeaked, still unsure on what he was doing with these.

"Make something with them. Improve it, create your own idea. I don't really care. Show me what goes on in that brain of yours. If you do good I'll let you make your own AI," Tony said turning and stalking out the door. "Just tell FRIDAY when you're done."

"Oh-kay..." Peter said as the door closed leaving him alone in the silent room. He turned back to the blueprints and smiled. This was going to be fine.

.oO0Oo.

It was not fine. Peter scowled at the stubbornly blank page. "You appear to be exhibiting signs of an elevated heartbeat and anxiety," FRIDAY informed him.

"I didn't notice," he responded sarcastically. He didn't mind conversing with the AI as much. When he'd first heard the disembodied voice Peter had been more than freaked out. After a couple days he got used to it and found himself talking with her when he got bored and everyone else- except maybe Tony- was asleep.

"Would you like me to get you anything?" FRIDAY asked.

"A good idea would be great," he snipped back, resting his head on his arms and began mindlessly fiddling with the web-shooters. Webs... Spiders... Peter shot up. "I have an idea!" He whispered to himself.

"Congratulations."

Peter stuck his tongue out at the ceiling and began working on his project. Glancing occasionally at the Iron armor blueprints or the clocks.

.oO0Oo.

Peter inspected the layout of his idea for any and all mistakes. Finding no obvious ones or anything he couldn't fix if he went in greater detail, he finally turned to FRIDAY. "Hey FRI, I'm done. Could you please tell Tony... Please?"

"Of course Mr. Parker. He is on his way."

Peter bit his lip. "Can you... Uh, just call me Peter?"

"Of course, Peter," the AI said.

The doors opened and Peter sauntered in over to the spare desk Peter was seated at. The teenager moved to get out of his way but Tony easily moved around him and picked up the papers. The man paused for a second, obviously surprised with what was written. Whether it was a good or bad surprise Peter wasn't exactly sure.

After a moment of silence and probably mental calculations Tony finally went, "Wow." As he flipped through the same pages of teenager's models of his own weapon designs. It was some unknown suit with touches from the Iron man suits added to it. But the sketches included extra limbs, four to be exact. Like Otto Octavious except they were sharpened to a point. Then there was a spider emblem across the chest. It was an... Iron-Spider suit. Then he finally addressed Peter. "Good god, you're an arachna-nerd. Where'd you come up with these, kid?"

Peter shifted and gave an uncomfortable smile. He shrugged. "Just came up with it I guess." To be honest that wasn't exactly the whole truth but as far as Tony knew it was. Every night since the idea had come to him he'd been working on a costume idea for himself. Today he'd just combined the designs and created something different. He knew it was a bad idea but he'd done it anyway and now he'd failed Tony's test.

"Well it's a great idea," Peter looked up, surprised, at that. "If you want I can see if Bruce and I can get a desk cubicle set up for you?" It wasn't exactly a question, more like an offer.

Peter gave a half nod. Which to Tony seemed to translate as absolutely because he gave a grin and motioned for Peter to follow as he gave him a tour and showed him all the machines. Peter may have a problem with becoming too attached to the 'pieces of scrap metal' as Tony put it. Dum-E may have started actually petting his head. All the while, FRIDAY got pictures and Tony yelled at the robot because it dropped the box of smaller parts it was holding.

.oO0Oo.

(Two weeks after rescue.)

'Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.'

As most of the team understood and valued this motto... Except Peter on most days. He hadn't been here long but he often slept until one of them woke him up. The first few days Bruce had allowed it, saying that the teenager needed to rest. But eventually it was becoming ridiculous, Peter could sleep an entire day away if Bruce didn't wake him up directly or send one of the others to do it.

This morning however was the opposite.

Peter yawned and stretched sleepily. He opened an eye expecting to see someone waking him up. FInding no one, he frowned. Did he actually sleep the whole night?

He blinked. That was a nice change, he was obviously awake before they expected him, he usually he was dragged out his bed and to breakfast by Bucky or Steve. Most of his late nights were due to his constant insomnia and because he didn't sleep after his nightmares. This time was different, he'd managed to sleep through the night for once and felt better and rested than he had in a long time. Usually when he was woken up there was the smell and promise of food.

He planned on staying in his room and maybe reading until someone came to 'wake' his up when breakfast was made but his stomach protester this with loud growling. "FRIDAY, what time it is?"

"It's 5:28 am, Peter."

"Wow." Peter was surprised with just how early he'd woken up. There was obviously no food cooking so Peter hopped off his bed and made his way silently into the elevator. He didn't want to wake up Bucky since his room was closer this early if he was still asleep.

When he stepped out and asked about Steve FRIDAY confirmed that Steve, the one who made breakfast whenever Sam- whoever that was- wasn't around, was still on his morning run. Not bothering to turn on any lights he looked for something to eat.

Then the elevator 'ding'ed and Peter jumped. Onto the ceiling high to be exact. He watched with slight amusement as Steve entered the kitchen and the lights turned on. He stretched his arms over his head, even though he'd gone on a run he was hardly breaking a sweat. And the man was peacefully unaware of the teenager crouched on the ceiling. It always amazed Peter that people never looked up. Steve started whistling what sounded like the national anthem and few other ditties as he started getting out pans to cook breakfast. He put them on the stove along with some of the dry ingredients on the countertops.

When he had his head buried in the fridge to get the meats and milk Peter decided with a wicked grin on his face that it was time to say good morning. He twisted himself around and landed lightly on the ground behind the blonde man. Unable to hide the growing smirk as he loudly asked, "Can I help?"

The effect was instantaneous as Steve wiped around with a yelp, dropping most of the things (thank Thor he hadn't picked up the eggs or milk yet). "Peter!" He exclaimed, recognizing the small frame and wild brown hair. Then his shocked composer crumbled and he doubled over laughing. Peter tried not to but Steve's laugh was contagious and he ended up giggling along with him.

After a good two minutes of being unable to look at each other without laughing they finally started calming down. Peter helped pick up the scattered foods while Steve grabbed the rest of what he needed.

"You," he pointed directly at Peter, "are not allowed to bring this up to Clint. You know what, he's a bad influence. Stay away from him entirely."

Peter stiffled a laugh but failed as his eyes seemed to betray him. "Still wanna help me make breakfast?" Steve asked after a minute.

Peter nodded with a smile. It didn't sound that hard, if Steve could do it surely Peter could too...

It was a lot harder than either expected. For one, Peter had never cooked anything, period. He was six when he was kidnapped by a bunch of outdated Nazis and teaching cooking didn't seem to be on their agenda when they were creating a weapon.

The next was he seemed unable of adding dry ingredients slowly. In fact slow was not even in his vocabulary. As such he couldn't seem to mix the ingredients without making the flour or another powdery ingreadient fly up into the air just to settle on the both of them. Then they simply poured the batter into the pan taking turns, Steve's were perfect circles- unfair- while Peter's were lumpy and seemed to be any shape but round. In the end they ended up with about twenty pancakes.

When they cooked the bacon Peter's spider senses wouldn't quit going off every time the grease popped, leaving him dizzy and in the end Steve ended up finishing those while Peter made scrambled eggs without incident. The two finished the breakfast in less than an hour.

And by then the rest of the team started waking up, none of them commented on their appearances. Except Bucky who started trying to wipe the flour off both of their faces. Steve decided when the next prank war start Peter would be his secret weapon.

.oO0Oo.

Wow. I'm not dead... Yet. But, yeah, I'm back for now (*cue boo-ing noises*).

This chapter was originally 15,000 words, I'm splitting it up. Sorry. It was taking too long.

Word: 4,000

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