Okay, I don't know if I've said this before on FF, but this fic is my stress reliever. It's not meant to be updated regularly, so please don't expect that. I write PS when I hit writer's block for my other stuff, or I just really need a break from real life. Also, someone asked if I would follow the movies with this, and the answer is: we'll see. Like I've said before, I write the chapters in random order, and I never plan any of it out. So just bear with me, and we'll figure it out together, okay?

Peter paced his room, his hair sticking up at odd angles, and heavy bags under his eyes.

"I have to tell him, JARVIS," he muttered, almost too low for the AI to even hear him. "Bruce has already spotted changes in my DNA. If Dad finds out before I work up the nerve to tell him, he's going to kill me."

JARVIS was silent, and Peter sighed.

"He's all ready stressed over SHEILD, and Iron Man, and everything else. I can't add something to his list of worries. Maybe I should hold off on telling him for just a little bit longer."

Again, JARVIS didn't say a word.

With a groan, Peter collapsed on to his bed. The heels of his palms rubbed at his eyes, and he let the silence of the room wash over him before he spoke again.

"JARVIS," he said, "what am I supposed to do?"

"I believe your father would prefer to hear the news from you, Young Sir."

"I knew you were gonna say that," Peter mumbled, but didn't make any move to sit up.

He's worried how his dad will take the news. Tony really was stressed, over more than just his superhero job. Ever since Peter's ID came out, they've been stopped by paparazzi every time they've tried to go out. It's been months since the attack on New York, but it seemed as if the only thing the paps care about is the Stark Men. Even while she's away on business, Pepper's been working herself thin, trying to give the media enough information to keep them off their backs, while still keeping their lives private. Tony has done several interviews and released a statement or two in hopes of getting people to settle down.

And now, the spider bite. They had immediately ruled out the spider being poisonous, but Bruce and Tony were still running test, trying to figure out everything they could from the mysterious spider. They suspected radiation, but couldn't prove it. Peter's notebook with his own notes and abilities was hidden under his mattress - an extremely boring and obvious hiding place, his dad would never even dream of looking there.

"Okay," Peter said, sitting up and resuming his pacing. "I'll tell Dad at dinner. It's just us two tonight , anyway, so I won't have to worry about anyone else."

"Are you sure you won't chicken out this time, young sir?" JARVIS asked, and Peter gasped.

"How dare you, JARVIS, I did not chicken out last time. I was- I was going to tell him on our walk that you prevented us from going on," he accused, his voice overly offended. "But I am going to tell him. I have to."

"Indeed."

Peter huffed, deciding that an artificial intelligence was not the best conversation partner, especially when he needed serious advice.

But really, who else was there to go to? Pepper would freak out the moment he would try to explain, and would most likely go to his Dad before he could, even if she was on the other side of the country. Uncle Rhodey would be nice to talk to, but his knowledge in science was limited, and he wasn't exactly up to date with the whole spider bite thing.

"Maybe I should just tell Dad now," he whispered. "JARVIS?"

"He's in the workshop, Young Sir."

"...Thanks."

He got all the way to the elevator before he stopped. His finger hovered over the button, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. And then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed the button and stepped on the elevator as soon as the doors opened.

The music was deafening when the doors opened again, and JARVIS shut it off completely for him.

Tony looked up from the newest Iron Man suit with furrowed brows. When he spotted Peter, an uneasy grin grew on his face.

"Pete!" he called. "How ya doin' kid? Feeling okay? Banner said he wanted to run more tests."

"Um, yeah," Peter said, trailing his fingers over the equipment his dad had left out on the workbench. "Hey, Dad... about that-"

"Have you been feeling okay?" his dad demanded, placing his hand on Peter's forehead. "You know, you feel a little warm. I really think we need to call a doctor, or at least figure out what the hell Osborne was doing with a weird spider."

"No, Dad, listen," Peter stopped him, pushing his hand away. "I need to tell you something, but I really don't- I mean, it's really hard to explain. But something happened, when the spider bit me-"

"I knew it!"

"Dad." Peter glared until Tony had the nerve to look sheepish. "Anyway, so when the spider bit me, at first nothing happened, you know? I mean, it kind of hurt, and I was dizzy for a bit, but nothing major. But then we came home, and you went on that business trip, and I was doing my homework, and then my pencil was, like, sticking to my hand? And next thing I know, I'm stuck to the wall, and then I was on the ceiling, and JARVIS said-"

"Peter, Peter, hey," his dad called. His voice was soft, nearly a whisper, and he cupped Peter's face like he was afraid of spooking him. "Just breathe, Pete, and tell this to me again. Because it sounded like you just said you were stuck to the ceiling? What, like The Thirteenth Year?"

Peter barked out a laugh. "Well, I haven't thought of it like that, but yeah. A lot like The Thirteenth Year."

"So- so you're saying, that some spider bit you, and now you stick to walls," Tony clarified.

"And I have insanely good reflexes. Like, I did a backflip earlier just because," Peter continued. "And I'm really strong. You know that weight set you got Dr. Banner as a joke? Well I was messing around, and I can lift, Dad."

"You can- you can what?" Tony shook his head. "Nevermind. We can deal with that later. But we need to get you back to the labs. Banner said he thought there was something weird, but we never dreamed... Are you feeling okay?"

"I feel fine," Peter assured. "Really, it's like nothing's changed."

"Yeah, you're right," Tony shrugged, rolling his eyes. "Nothing except you can climb walls and lift custom weights designed for the Hulk. No problem."

"Okay, well, when you put it like that, it definitely sounds like there's a problem," Peter gave in with a sigh. "But listen, I've been thinking... I started drawing up some plans for some gadgets, and I have this really cool idea. What if we-"

"Peter, please," Tony stopped him, pulling his son in for a hug. "Just slow down, kid. You've already scared me enough today. Whatever you have planned, wait for Pepper to come back so she can talk you out of it."

Peter didn't say anything as he hugged his father back tightly. He supposed it could wait.

But he wasn't letting it go.