Peter Parker never used the Avenger's main entrance. He always liked to use the rooftop access, as there where no reporters waiting to buzz him with a flurry of questions. The only problem was that, being taller than every other building around, he had to crawl his way to the top.

A somewhat gruelling task that the other Avengers sometimes made the butt of their jokes, it often gave him a slight insight to the lives of the other Avengers. More often than not, he caught a glimpse of Captain America in the midst of a rigorous training exercise, or someone getting on Wolverine's nerves. Other times he caught sight of things that where slightly embarrassing. Like when I caught Wanda coming out of her private shower...with nothing on. Same with Captain Marvel. And Spider-woman. There must be something wrong with me. I've seen all these women naked, and never really acted on any of it. He smirked as he continued to climb, floor by floor.

True to his previous experience, he did catch a glimpse of The First Avenger in the middle of a workout as he neared the top floor. But Peter's attention was otherwise diverted as he reached the next floor. Another side-effect of his improvised route to the top entrance was that he sometimes caught little soundbites of the going ons of the rooms he passed. And those weren't always pleasant. Particularily when it came to the room that was reserved for the scientist duo of Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne.

To Peter's knowledge, the partnership between the two had always been somewhat rocky due to Pym's unstable mental state. But Peter had always brushed it off and kept his inner thought to himself. Don't go sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, his Uncle Ben had always told him. And Peter diid his best to do just that. But sometimes, it was hard.

"...just keep your fucking mouth shut Janet!" he had heard the instantly recognizable voice of Hank Pym cry out.

"No Hank!" He heard Janet reply hoarsely as their room came into view. "I won't let you..." Peter's line of sight revealed the two bodies just in time to see Hank's hand strike Janet's face. He watched as the female avenger fell to the floor in a heap. The sight reminded him of another one of his Uncle's sayings. If I ever see you raise your hand to a woman like that Peter, I will not hesitate to beat you within an inch of death.

And Peter always took his Uncle's words to heart. That's why, he was sitting in his apartment an hour later with a semi-conscious woman lying on his bead. Being unable to break through the reinforced glass, he had been forced to scurry up the remainder of the building before breaking the door to Pym's room down. Inside he discovered only Janet, out cold and covered in ant bites. Stopping only to grab disinfectant, he had scooped her up over his shoulder and leaped over the street and swing to his apartment.

There he did his best to treat her injuries before giving Tony Stark a call, informing him of what had happened. Understandably, the Iron Man was less than happy, and more than willing to remove Pym from the Avengers roster.

"Where...?" a mumbling voice coughed, causing Peter to turn and face the speaker, who was now sitting up on his bed.

"Relax," he replied as he moved to place a hand on Janet's shoulder. "You're with friends," he said as he silently cursed himself for not having his mask on at the moment. With his free hand, he grabbed an ice pack that was within reach and handed it to her. "That's a nasty bruise," he murmered.

"Where's Hank!" she half shouted as she shot to her feet, stumbling as she did so.

"Easy," he said as he caught her before she fell. "You where bitten at least a hundred times by ants. I don't think you should be standing right now. And let me take a better look at your eye."

"I..." Janet muttered as she slouched down on the bed. "I ran into a door.."

"Made of Ants, right?" he replied rapidly. "Wasp, I saw what happened. And even if I didn't, I'm not stupid."

"Who else saw!?" she gasped desperately.

"No one," he said in an effort to calm her down. "But I told Stark that..."

"You told him?" Janet cried as she started to shrink down, but only enough so she could use her stingers. Which she did. On him

"Only what I saw," Peter cut in as a stinging blast caught him in the side of the face, "and he agreed to tell no one else."

"I.." Janet said as she resumed her full size. "Are...are you sure...he won't...tell people? I don't want anyone to think any less of me..."

"I think people would think less of you if you actually stayed with him," He replied honestly with a shrug. "A strong, beautiful, woman like you deserves a hell of a lot better." Those words where followed by silence. For several hours, neither of them said a word.

It wasn't until midnight, when he was sleeping on the couch and she on the bed that Janet crept over to him whispered into his ear. "Do you really think I'm a stronger person if I leave him?"

"Undoubtedly," was his soft reply.

"I have nowhere to go..." she said in an even softer voice. "He knows everywhere I would usually stay.."

"He doesn't know where here is," Peter said as he opened his eyes, revealing the breathtaking sight that was the woman before him.

A/N: A long time coming, I know and I apologize. And in case it wasn't clear from what is above, I am 100% against the abuse of spouses. It comes in as second on the 'worst possible crime' in my books. The first being the abuse of animals or children.

On a lighter note, who do you want next: Supergirl/Powergirl, Wonder Girl, Wonder Woman, Ms/Captain Marvel or the Stepford Cuckoos?