Hey guys. Sorry for not uploading last week. Sudden family emergency.

Nothing much happens in this tbh. I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for another week and i'm still writing up the rest of the outline for the story and changing things around. :)


Clints been fixing up the Parker's basement problem, a chance he took from Stark before he could call professional repairs that could install state of the art blah blah blah. Clint tunes Stark when he goes on a rant and he's sure he doesn't need to hear any of it.

It's the best opportunity for Clint to dissect the kid's life. Many photos on the walls of his Aunt and Uncle from when he was a toddler til now. He also had the time to slip into the kid's room and look in there too.

A complete mess. Like those sayings where people say it looks like a hurricane came through here? Yeah, like that. How does a kid breath in a room like that? Clint gets on to what he intends to do in the first place. He has a bunch of books, electronic parts around a desk, papers scattered. There's a stack of plates on the night stand. Yup.

Normal teenage room.

Nothing out of the ordinary at all. That should be a good thing, right? Because if he had a bad life to start, the possibility of the boy starting trouble is high. A boy with a completely normal life until now, maybe good. Maybe bad. He gets the feeling that he shouldn't worry much. From what he sees in his family photos, he has a good heart.

The spy glances around and spots an attic door in the ceiling. Huh. Teenage room. Attic door.

Yup.

Probably hiding something up there.

Clint quickly looks around for a step stool and finds a chair. It'll do.

After two tries he gets up into the attic and finds more junk. Disappointing. The kid probably never goes up here. Clint carefully makes his way around and spots something interesting on the ground. It's a photo of a couple and their baby. Peter and his parents, and the woman in the photo looks very familiar.

He takes a quick snap of the photo and places is back where he found it, then makes his way out of the attic. The good thing about a messy room is that you can't tell if someone has been through it or not.

Well, good for him that is.

Another quick look and he makes his way out of the bedroom and returns back downstairs and slides back into the basement easily without alerting the Parkers he went out in the first place.

.:.~0~.:.

Later after lunch, Clint just mildly sips his trenta frappe (after overpaying the barista) as he watches the kid bending around to a point where he convinces himself that the acrobatics at the circus would be jealous of Peter.

Natasha tells him of what had happened during the spar that resulted in a large blossoming bruise on Steve's stomach. If only Clint had been there to witness that. He didn't know if he should be laughing at Steve for underestimating, or in awe that a kid can give Captain America a bruise. He's really going to enjoy watching the security feed later. He's already enjoying watching Steve wince every now and then. He's good at concealing the pain showing up on his face. The kid so far has yet to notice the lingering pain he left on the captain.

Clint flinches when a paper ball is thrown at his head. He looks away from the kid to see Natasha signing at him.

'You're supposed to be a master class spy and you didn't even dodge that' She signs. He rolls his eyes, about to reply back but realizes his trenta frappe occupying one hand.

Should he put down his frappe or turn his hearing aid back on, just like, one. Then turn it off right after.

He wants to do neither.

He likes his frappe more.

Sighing he turns it back on.

"Let me zone out, aren't we supposed to be on a break?" he says. It's her turn to roll her eyes.

"Excuses, excuses."

Clint holds his drink between his legs and signs to Natasha. 'Verdict?' He asks her.

'Potentially dangerous if gone rogue, but highly unlikely. Find anything?' She asks back.

'House clean. Good kid. No drugs, no bad family. Found an attic above his room. Nothing but boxes. Found a photo of his parents, mom is familiar,' he says, eyeing her closely.

'Photo?' she hesitantly asks.

'I'll show you later. Better tell me what's been on your mind since the kid was in the lab,' he shoots back.

'Fine.' she rolls her eyes again.

'And Stark?' he signs quickly.

'He's noticed. He'll probably hold a meeting when the coast is clear.'

'Of course.' this time, he rolls his eyes. Clint looks away to see what the kid's doing.

He and Gwen were settled doing homework, but now the kid is upside down and doing it.

He's kinda jealous to be honest. He looks so comfortable. Then, an idea comes to mind, making him grin.

He carefully reaches in between the cushions and draws out a plastic bow and arrow set. Peter's facing away from him, which is perfect for him. Unfortunate for Peter. He carefully draws back and aims the arrow at the kid's head.

Thunk!

"Gah!" Peter yelps as he fell from the ceiling. The boy quickly flips and lands without a problem.

Clint laughs. Ah, yes. Revenge.

.:.~0~.:.

Happy takes Gwen home about an hour later. Peter's sad, but he'll see her again on Monday. For now, he's content with distracting himself with homework. He would totally take a closer look at the spiders he found, but Steve somehow knew he had homework and made him work on it before anything else. Peter doesn't question the man. After all, he's Captain America. He sees him in enough videos they show at school.

It's about three now, he's halfway done with everything. Probably would finish if he took it seriously but everything is a bit bland. The equations are a bit simple. That goes for algebra two and chemistry.

He sighs. He needs a real challenge. Maybe if he can get bumped up to a class a grade higher? But he really doesn't want to leave Harry or Gwen behind. Heck, he'd leave Flash behind no problem though.

"So, do you not get any head rush?" a voice makes him jump. He turns up (or down?) and sees Dr. Banner there with an empty cup of tea.

"Uh, not really? Sitting like this is really comfortable. It'd be better if i could use two hands, but i'm still working on that." Peter says. "Actually!" Peter unstick from the ceiling and lands with a crouch. "I was wondering if, uh, i don't know, you need any help at all in the lab?" he asks timidly.

"Homework getting boring for you?" Bruce asks as he fixes himself another cup of tea. Peter winces.

"Is it that noticeable?"

"It's understandable. Downside to having a higher IQ is that things like school gets a bit too easy. I remember doing a thesis a bit too complicated that the professor gave me a bad grade because he didn't understand what i was talking about." Bruce tells the boy.

"That happened to me in Algebra one. I solved an equation using a different method than what we went over and she gave me a bad grade. I mean i know i should've went with the method she taught but she still gave me a D. The same thing happened the other day in chemistry. I had to, well, not go over the top."

"You mean bringing it down a few notches?" Bruce says with a smirk. "Don't worry, i had to deal with the same type in high school and college for the most part. I just did what was taught and then did my own thing on the side to keep me occupied so it counters off from me going over the top."

"Hence my arachnid book," Peter says.

"Speaking of arachnids, I've been taking a closer look at the one that bit you. You can join me if you're up to it." Bruce tells the boy. The man wants to laugh when he practically sees the boy's eyes sparkle.

"Yes."

"You can probably use your arachnid hobby and use that as a research project of some kind. After all you are an intern here now officially for Tony, and you have access to use the labs," Bruce tells Peter as they both make their way back to the labs. "I'm sure that will preoccupy your mind."

"Having a better way to log each spider would be really helpful…" Peter says. The mass amount of sticky notes in his notebook for new things he finds out are getting out of hand.

.:.~0~.:.

"We are happy to announce the acceptance of your internship with us. Please call the number below to confirm and we can arrange an appointment to go over proper paperwork."

Gwen's eyes read the email over and over again, not believing how early the offer came. Usually the process would take several months, and she at first expects the internship letter to come sometime during summer or the start of Junior year.

But the earlier for her to settle her internship and possible employment for Oscorps, the better. She can spend the remaining of her high school years there and when it comes to applying for Oxford University.

Perhaps Harry in some way put in some nice words about her to his dad? Maybe not, their relationship is not the best. Should it matter how she got in so early? No. She's been confident with her knowledge in getting an internship, but this is Oscorps full of bright adults. She's still a kid.

A very smart kid.

Still. A little intimidating.

Gwen calls the number and arranges an appointment for Monday. She's sure Peter will be fine without her after school.


Seriously though, does he not get a head rush? I mean seriously.