Sorry again for taking so long to update. I promise that I will either try to update again later tonight or tomorrow. (If for some reason I don't I give you all permission to beat me up, but I swear either later or first thing tomorrow I am going to update)

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I know I said action, but I feel this chapter needed to stay soft. Next chapter though I have something in mind for action :)

Okay as promised here is another chapter! Which I hope you enjoy :P

They all decided to go to bed early that night, even Tony.

Although, Peter stayed up in his room until twelve contemplating what Steve had said about Spider-Man. 'I think he is a great and I hope he is okay. He does a great service to the city, even if the cops don't agree which is big coming from me.' Captain America thinks that he, Spider-Man, does a great service to the city. Surely if a big superhero such as Cap. says that then he must be doing something right…

He had a battle inside of his head weighing the pros and cons of being Spider-man. He does save a lot of citizens, but he failed to save one of the most important ones… Gwen…

No! He couldn't think of her! That would just put him in a bad place, it made him impulsive and last time he did something he regrets. He slowly ran his hands over the bandage that was still covering his arm. But looking at the bandage made him think of how all the memories vanished and he could be free from them. Maybe this is how he can continue being Spider-Man… Suppressing his failures…

He'd have to be sneaky though, last time they were onto him because of JARVIS. JARVIS turned out to be the key, he easily hacked into the system and put a loop feed of an empty bathroom and a feed of him sleeping in his room. He quickly took out the razor that is Aunt packed, which he was surprised they didn't confiscate, and unwrapped the bandages. Might as well leave it to one arm. For now…

The cuts were already healed, one could only see faint lines running horizontally across his wrist, but you had to be searching for them to see. He toyed with the razor in one hand before bringing it to flesh. The blade felt cool against his skin, it sent shivers through him.

In the blink of an eye he created three more cuts and was able to relax, finally. He bandaged his arm again, but didn't disinfect his arm so he could feel the sting and then quickly got his Spider-Man suit. Time to see if he still had it…

He forgot the adrenaline he experienced this high in the air. The wind whipping by him as he passed by buildings. He finally found a roof to his liking to perch on and look for trouble. He didn't have to wait long when saw a group of guys corner one guy in an alleyway and started wailing on him. He dropped down behind the group of guys and coughed to make his presence known.

All the assailants stopped and turned around. He could hear half of them curse, the most laughable one was 'Fuck! I thought leotard guy disappeared!'

"It's Spider-Man, not leotard guy." Peter was satisfied to hear the guy who made that comment squeak.

Without another word he sprang into action webbing the first two unsuspecting guys to the nearest wall. A few decided to bolt after that, but they didn't get far. They soon joined their comrades on the wall, mouths covered. Only one more guy remained, clearly the smartest of the group because he took the guy they were wailing on and had a knife to his throat.

Peter put his hands up in surrender, "Woah there is no need for anyone to get hurt."

"I want my money, but this chum doesn't have it."

"I think there is an easier way to settle this. Why not talk it out, give the guy more time. I'm sure he is close to paying you back." Peter bowed his head to the person in danger, hopefully conveying the message to play along.

Luckily the person nodded his head rapidly. The assailant dropped his guard and started lowering the knife. Peter took that opportunity to hit the knife out of his hands and had him on the wall with his buddies in seconds, so much for him being smart.

"Oh thank-you! I thought... I thought I was done for." The person he saved thanked.

"No problem. That's what I'm here for. Now don't get mixed up with people like them again. You hear me?" Peter said seriously.

"Don't worry! I'm done with this scene, gambling is out of my life for good. Being saved by you has given me hope for a better future. If I'm worth saving then I must be able to do good in my life."

"Well I'm glad I could help. Now get home safely!"

The guy just waved as he rounded the corner. Peter turned back to the crooks and told them he would alert the police of their location.

Peter decided that taking down either people in one was a good start for getting back at it so he made his way back to the tower. He fell asleep as soon as he got his pjs on and hit the bed.

When Peter woke up in the morning he made sure to put a long sleeved shirt on to hide the fresh bandage he applied last night. When he made it to the common room he saw Steve all sweaty chugging water at the fridge and Bruce was sitting at the island sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Hey Peter! I'll be back in a jiff to make some breakfast so if you want to wait you can." Steve said as he made his way back to his room, probably to take a shower.

"Okay. Sounds good." Peter said, although he wasn't sure if Steve heard because the door to his room was already shut.

"How are you feeling Peter?" Bruce asked as he folded the paper.

"Better than yesterday, that's for sure." Peter honestly said.

"That's good! Want to come with me to the labs. Me and Tony are trying to figure out what our next project should be. We saw how good you are at science from your school records." Bruce suggested.

"What? Me? That would be an honor!" Peter basically fanboyed.

Bruce chuckled and told Peter to follow him. The took the elevator a few floors down and Peter thought he was in heaven when he stepped off. This lab was the size of his house and then some. The machines on hand were amazing, Bruce even hinted that the particle accelerator was in one of the labs.

"Hey how is my favorite science bro?" Peter heard from out of nowhere. He looked around and spotted Tony tinkering with what looked like a new suit.

"I've brought our new protege."

"Peter?! Yes! Want to take a look at this with me?" Tony asked.

"Uh.. yeah sure." Peter made his way over to Tony, but before he reached him there was a loud crash and one of the windows caved in.

All three science geeks ducked to the floor and shielded their eyes.

"What the hell!?" Tony shouted. All three stood up and saw... well they weren't sure what they saw.

"So the rumors are true." The unidentifiable person(?) said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Tony subtly hit the button on his wrist that will alert the rest of the team that they are in trouble.

"You have a long lost son."

"What who? Did I miss something…" The words died in his mouth as he realized this thing probably thought Peter was his. "He's not my son you idiot."

"Whatever you say." The thing clearly didn't believe him. "Just know you better keep a good eye on him, wouldn't want anything to happen to him…"

Right before the remaining Avengers busted in the man dived out the window and was gone.

"What the hell happened here?" Clint asked surveying the room.

"Peter has a target on his back." Bruce said solemnly and looked at Peter guiltily.

Another chapter as promised :) Thank you all for reviewing~ It mademe realize that I can't be a lazy bum and not update. From now on I am going to try to atleast update once a week.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

-ShadowintheKnight