Out of the Hulk's left shoulder blade stuck one of Hawkeye's arrows. Peter glanced up to see a motionless Hawkeye sitting on the edge of a tall building far above them. His face was pale and drawn into an expression of shock.

Peter glanced back at the arrow sticking out of a green and bleeding shoulder and saw red.

Without any thought at all Peter grabbed a Doom bot felled by Clint, snatched the arrow from the bot's chest cavity, and swung himself up to where Clint sat with an expression of confused nothingness. The Doom bots below had been mostly eradicated, and the ones left were entertaining the Hulk like a butterfly might entertain a child, and so Peter wasn't worried about leaving the man who'd just saved his life down below to yell at the man who'd just almost killed him.

Clint stood to face Peter when he landed on the rooftop, but still his expression was one of shock.

Peter practically growled as he stalked forward. Clint closed his mouth and his expression turned from shock to regret, with a smidgeon of acceptance. Peter stopped when he was less than a foot from the archer and stuck the man's arrow under his chin. If Clint hadn't already been completely motionless, he might have stilled, but as it was he just stayed.

"Who do you think you are, huh?" Peter leaned forward a little and the tip of the arrow made a small indent in the soft skin between Clint's throat and jaw. "Who are you to go around punishing people for their mistakes with such high-minded enthusiasm that you almost kill a man because you're so eager to scare him, hmm?"

Clint did not move except for the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. The tip of the arrow did not draw blood, but it wouldn't have to be pushed much harder to do so.

A flurry of activity behind Peter almost had him turning around, but there was no one else who it could be. It was the Avengers, here to rescue a comrade.

Peter sneered.

"Spiderman," Captain America said in his Captain America voice. "Put the arrow down. You've proved your point."

"Have I?" Peter asked Steve, even as he kept his eyes focused on Clint.

Peter suddenly wondered why no one ever recognized his voice as Peter Parker's voice when he was Spiderman. It wasn't like he changed it or anything.

"You've proved enough," Natasha's voice echoed up to Peter, and Peter shook his head.

See, he could tell who was speaking without having to turn around. He knew Nat's voice from Steve's voice from Tony's from Thor's. He would know who was speaking, so why did none of them recognize Peter's voice from Spiderman?

"I don't think I have," Peter declared. "You see, Hawkeye's been playing this fun game here. The only rule, I'm pretty sure, is to scare me with near-death at every turn in revenge for something that is none of his business." Peter hissed the end of it and leaned forward, though he made sure the tip of the arrow went no deeper into Clint's throat.

"None of my business!?" Clint exclaimed, but was interrupted by Tony.

"That is no excuse to hold him hostage right now." Tony didn't usually sound that calm and logical. Peter would have assumed he'd be all up in arms to beat up Spidey. Peter wished he could turn around, lift up Tony's faceplate, and just see what was really happening in Tony's head.

"Why not?" Peter demanded. "Why does he get to endanger my life for a mistake, but when I do the same to him it's a problem, hmm? It's not like I could kill him or anything."

"You are not making any sense, young warrior," Thor intoned darkly and Peter felt like stamping his foot like a child.

"Yes I am! I am making perfect sense! This man, I've heard about him. I've heard about all of you, who hasn't? But this man is known for bringing in baddies and making them good. He's all about second chances, right? Natasha Romanoff, you told me yourself you used to do bad things for bad people, but you didn't say how you turned yourself around. It was this guy, right?"

He nudged the arrow just a tad bit forward, and then relaxed his hold and let it rest lightly on Clint's skin.

Natasha cleared her throat and spoke slowly. "You are correct, technically."

"Don't sound so worried, Mama Widow," said Peter almost hysterically, "my point is only that this guy forces everyone to give others second chances. He brought you in, Black Widow. He was the first to accept Deadpool," when Clint stiffened Peter let out a hysterical giggle, "Don't get your wrist-guard in a tizzy. Me and Wade have known each other longer than you've been an Avenger. We talk." He sighed a little. "I'm not saying it's bad. It's not. It's good! I swear. I just…why would you give them a second chance and not me?"

Peter blinked a little and stepped away, bringing the arrow away from Clint and clutching it to his chest. Clint gapped at him.

It wasn't that surprising. And it was even worse in reality though, because Peter knew that he hadn't really done anything wrong. He really hadn't. And so Clint, person of second chances, had not even tried to help Spiderman, and had gone straight to punishing him when Peter hadn't done anything wrong! Yeah, not everyone saw it that way, but it was still painful. To look into a face he knew so well and see nothing but anger and disgust.

Clint straightened, apparently finding his resolve. "You almost slept with an engaged man."

"So did Deadpool!" Peter screeched hysterically, and wondered if maybe he didn't have his emotions as under control as he might have. Clint had hurt Bruce on accident because of some mistaken offense at Peter. It was terrible. Peter was indirectly responsible for the wound in the Hulk's shoulder. And it was worse, because he was guilty for the wound not only because Clint had been aiming at him, but also because if Peter had just told them then Clint wouldn't have any reason to be an idiot jerk-face and Bruce would never have been hurt in the first place.

"Excuse me?" That was Natasha's scary voice and Peter really wanted to run away and cower. He almost spun on his heel then to beg forgiveness, but instead he stood frozen in front of an equally frozen Clint.