Author's Note: Wow. says the last time I updated was May. I have decided I am a horrid person. Good news though, in that time I got out this chapter and the next chapter, so I will be uploading soon. If I don't update I give everybody permission to get in the reviews and kick my butt back here. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed, favorited, or read this!

MythologyStar: Well… Maybe… Uh… Yeah, no, that isn't where this was going, sorry.

Batman111893: Well, Aunt May will be there, and so will Fury, just not in this chapter. In truth, I'm nervous to write both characters, because I think they'll be too OC, so they won't show up yet. I think it's pretty much mandatory for them to come in though, so they will.

AquaJinx: Oh, same though. I use tarnation all the time.

DBZ Stargate Ninjawars: I know, they do seem a bit oblivious. But, the fic wouldn't work without it, so they may be idiotic and sappy for a bit.

Dnguyen686: Yes, that is the idea. And literally the only reason Spiderman's avoiding them so…

Heroman45: YES! Thank you for putting this in a review because I knew I left a plot hole and I just couldn't figure out what it was! So, I was going with the drug not being detected because it wasn't necessarily 'harmful', at least to his Spider-Sense. It isn't something that will hurt him right now. And, then he's in a catch-22 because now that it's been used, his body would consider it a threat but his body is now too disoriented/weak/toned down to alert him to it because it still isn't an immediate threat. So, now that my rant is over, thank you for reading and reviewing.

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Just so you all know, this review answering/explaining plot holes I left took up a whole page in my google docs and when I saw that it made me spin around really slowly in my green swivel chair from Staples while petting my black stuffed bear and giggling manically like, 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, they will never guess that my chapter is as short as it is (I mean, only two perspectives, I shame myself) because this Author's Note is long and makes the scrolly thingy small!' So, I confess. And totally tell me if you actually read this, because I think it would be really cool to know how many people actually read Author's Notes (I'm guilty of skipping at least a few) and I love knowing people read my writing because I'm a self-centered writer.

Farewell, my friends! Enjoy the chapter!

Steve couldn't count the amount of things he'd rather be doing on his fingers. In his mind, Tony could easily have gotten Natasha or Clint to check if this kid was at his house. But nooooo, Steve was stuck here taking small glances at Peter who, of course, was home, goddamnit Tony.

By the time Steve had reached the Parker residence Peter had been sitting at his computer, editing photos. Tony and Natasha would probably plot a variety of ways Peter could still be Spiderman, with Clint and himself being assigned to run the streets to see how quickly they could get to the Parker home from that building.

So, to Steve, it appeared as if this had accomplished nothing. There was still the mystery of Spiderman's identity, Tony would just push himself farther into the investigation, and Steve had wasted a perfectly good hour and a half.

"Steve, what's he doing now?"

"Tony, he's still sitting at his desk. Nothing has changed in the last five minutes."

"Okay, just checking."

"Are you planning on me sitting here until he does something other than editing photos?"

"He's editing photos?"

"Yes, Tony, he's editing photos."

"What are the photos of?"

"I don't know," Responded Steve, leaning in towards the window. "It looks like Gwendolyn." HE concluded lamely.

"Hold on, one second." Steve tapped his foot impatiently. "Do you have any more details on this photo of Gwen?"

"Well, I think it's Gwendolyn, the girl has blonde hair, and the pink blouse she was wearing today."

"First of all, stop calling her Gwendolyn, it's really old-sounding. Second, the blouse from today? Are you sure it's the one from today?" Steve frowned.

"Yes, it's the one she was wearing today."

"So the photo is from today?"

"I suppose that's likely."

"I got onto his computer, I'm sending you a photo, tell me if it's the one you see."

"You got onto his computer?" Steve frowned more, "Tony?"

"Check your phone, is it that one?" Sighing exasperatedly, he pulled out his phone.

The picture was very clearly the one he was looking at through the window, but now that it was close up, different features were noticeable. It was definitely Gwen, and he was right, she was in the same pink blouse and black skirt from today on the building. But the picture wasn't as peaceful as it first appeared. It was taken from roughly ten feet away, with Gwen looking up into the shot. Her pink Converse were perched on the edge of the rusty fire escape out of what he could only figure to be her window. The snapshot captured the wind whipping her hair and skirt towards the camera angle. But none of these details is what troubled Steve. It was her face.

The look on Gwen's face portrayed so many emotions it was astounding. Her lips were curved into a smile that contained so much love no one would doubt it's trueness. Her eyes were alight with worry, concern, trust, and care. Her face was relaxed with faith, and Steve couldn't help but wish someone would look at him like that.

"Steve? Is that the photo?" Steve jumped from his thoughts on the photo.

"What? Oh, yes, that's the photo."

"How far away do you think it was taken from?"

"About ten feet diagonally, why?"

"Could a 5'6 teenager take that photo?"

"I believe he could, with the proper assistance."

"What assistance?"

"A building?"

"The building next to Gwen's apartment has its fire escape on the other side, so there's a completely smooth surface where this picture would have been taken."

"Maybe a ladder? Or a camera set up there?"

"I suppose it's possible."

"Tony, what are you going to do?"

"I think I'd like to pay him a visit. To talk about his, 'interesting' photography."

Peter wasn't an idiot. He knew at least one of the Avengers would come to his house that night. He expected no less after Captain America addressed him as 'Peter'. So, it was no surprise when he felt a tingling in the back of his head. What was a surprise though, was that it was that his Spider-Sense was alerting him to someone there but wasn't telling him that someone was dangerous. In fact, he was willing to bet that whoever was watching them was bored. To be honest, he felt a bit jilted.

He had gotten some cool snapshots for the Daily Bugle while he was out, but he couldn't risk editing those if someone really was paying attention to what he was doing. So, he chose to mess around with a picture of Gwen he took as he left her place instead.

In Peter's opinion, his girlfriend was the most beautiful thing to ever grace the planet, so, he didn't edit a single part of her. The background, however, well, that needed some work.

As he changed the coloring of the bricks on her apartment, he felt the presence at his window leave. Curious, he looked up, glancing at the clock. 11:18. Wow. Well, if their goal was to make him miss his patrol, goal accomplished. It wasn't like he was stupid enough to risk going out now, with Avengers floating around the house, but it sucked that he sidestepped tonight.

Whatever, hopefully no supervillains decided to destroy New York tonight, thought Peter as he collapsed into his bed.

Peter doesn't get very much sleep with nightly patrols, so when someone decided to knock on the flipping front door at early-o'clock in the freaking Saturday morning, he was ticked. Aunt May was out on a walk with her friends so nobody was there to see a very angry Peter Parker stumble out of his doorway, pulling on a shirt, and promptly slam into the corner he should have seen coming. Oh, he was really upset now.

Between the rude awakening and crashing into a very obvious wall, his day was shaping up to be terrible even before he opened the door to a grinning Tony Stark. Now terrible couldn't even describe it. Now it was death itself.