I figured I would deal with all of my weird feelings in this one. If I seem to be leaving stuff out, or ignoring some opportunities, theRE ARE JUST SO MANY CHARACTERS. It's getting hard to keep them all relevant. Like, for a battle sequence I'm planning, I seriously set up a chess board with a bunch of random toys with labels to represent the action. My arm is covered in notes I'm making as ideas come to me. My search history is a nerdy mess. This is my life, I suppose. None of this is important, I just thought I'd share.

Anyway, I guess you guys wanna read the chapter and stuff. Have fun with all that, I think Imma binge the Flash. Thanks for your support, please tell me what you think, and enjoy :)

"I'm just saying, I don't think I should have to do this!" Skye sighed.

She had been training with Ward and May to improve her fighting technique, so that if they ever got into danger on a mission, she would be able to pull her own weight. So far she was pretty good against Ward, but against May, well… it was just sad.

Then again, May made most people look bad when it came to combat. Everything about her showed her fierceness, from her scowl to her totally badass outfits. Ward was significantly more friendly, but even he rarely showed any emotion besides, 'unamused'. Lucky Skye got to train with both of them. What an honor.

"You're the one who suggested it!" Coulson scoffed from the doorway.

"Yeah, well, I suggested some basic combat stuff. This isn't simple!" Skye rolled her eyes, and remained on the floor. Maybe if she didn't get back up, May wouldn't flip her again.

"This." May said, her face emotionless as always, "Is nothing. Honestly, you're depending too much on your right side, leaving your left wide open for attack.

"Well, maybe but-"

May stood over her, "Get up. We're not done, yet."

Skye groaned and rose from the ground. Oh, she would be sore tomorrow. She raised her gloved fists, and prepared for another beat-down as Coulson's phone went off.

Skye would have ignored it if not for the ringtone. She raised a brow at Coulson, who blushed and answered the call, cutting off the remix of 'star spangled man with a plan'.

While Skye was distracted, May kicked her in the ribs.

Not cool…

"Yes, sir- wait, WHAT?!" Coulson nearly dropped the phone he was so shocked. "R-right away, sir. Of course. We're on our way. Wait, all of them? Y- yes, sir."

He lowered the device from his ear, and turned to May and Skye, who were both looking at him questioningly. Phil looked at a loss for words, but soon shook off his stupor and took on his usual controlled demeanor.

"Wheels up in five, guys. I'll fill you in on the way."

"Don't you mean Phil us in?"

"Never gets old, Skye."

Peter was a bundle of nerves as he fiddled with some wires in a panel on the wall. He had just gotten off the phone with Nick Fury, who had been, needless to say, pretty surprised. And why wouldn't he be?

Peter had only gotten his number because Tony left it on the fridge as a last resort. As in, only if no Avengers were available, the world was ending, or there was literally no other choice, only then he could call that number in any emergency. And preferably not even then.
Or for prank calls, but make sure to use a disposable phone.

Fury said he would send in some back-up. But who do you call to help Earth's mightiest heroes? Peter bit his lip and returned his focus to the wires. Tony, in his infinite genius, hadn't installed any light-switches when he built the Avengers floors of the tower, claiming JARVIS would take care of that.

And now JARVIS wasn't working, and Peter figured Green Goblin probably had something to do with that. But this was fine, this was something he could fix. Maybe if he focused on this he wouldn't have to deal with the reason Green Goblin had done it.

He hissed and stuck his finger in his mouth as a spark sent a shock up his arm. Stupid wires. Stupid Super villains. Peter was pretty fed up with maniacs breaking into the tower and kidnapping people. Honestly, that's the sort of thing that shouldn't happen more than once.

It didn't take much longer before Peter was able to get JARVIS back online. The lights flickered on with a hum, and Peter grinned to himself as JARVIS spoke, "Hello, Master Parker. Welcome home."

"JARVIS, you don't know how great it is to hear your voice right now." Peter sighed in relief. Okay. Things would be okay. He had JARVIS now, and that's more than he had a few hours ago. It was dumb, but Peter felt that having the A.I., even if he was just a voice in the ceiling, gave him at least some comfort. Something familiar to cling to. Someone to remind him he wasn't alone, yet.

"I have been… offline…" JARVIS spoke slowly, as though he was confused. Can A.I.s be confused?

"Yeah, I know, man. Can you tell me what happened?" Peter asked hopefully.

"I… I can't seem to remember, sir. My apologies. My memory goes blank after 10 A.M., today."

Peter nodded, "Alright, what's the last thing you remember, then?"

A moment passed before JARVIS finally gave his answer. "Miss Potts was asking about her appointment with Norman Osborn. Master Banner was going to join her. Then it… all goes… dark. Only the most basic functions remained intact, such as opening your window."

Peter bit his lip. Okay, so JARVIS wasn't gonna be that much help in figuring out how this had happened.

"I'm terribly sorry I cannot be of more assistance, sir."

"No, it's- it's fine, Jar. You tried. We'll just have to find a different way to do this." Peter said. He knew JARVIS was a piece of hardware, not really a person. Still, he considered him a friend, and he was gonna treat him like one, even if he wasn't helpful at the moment.

Peter closed up the panel in the wall and wandered over to the kitchen. He briefly considered eating something before deciding against it. It wouldn't be right to eat here, in his family's kitchen, when they weren't there to join him.

So he sat on the counter, trying to come up with a plan, mostly staring at the note. Which made him think, why had Green Goblin done this? Like, sure, he knew who Peter was. That much was obvious. Still, why target the freaking Avengers?! Seriously, there were much easier ways to bother Peter, like steal his parking spot, or take out his bookmark. He didn't have to go to all this trouble just to mess with him.

Was now really the time for jokes? Probably not. But joking made it easier to deal with, he supposed.

Easier to deal with the worry gnawing at his heart. To deal with the guilt clawing at his stomach. It was obvious this was his fault. Hadn't he known that if he stayed, if he got close or comfortable, that something like this would happen? Green Goblin had only made a move to get to Peter, it was clear by the note he had left. If he had only stayed away. If he had just left after one day, like he had meant to. If he had just stayed alone.

He had just recently allowed himself to really accept this. To accept that he could be a part of something again, that maybe he had found people who would be safe to get close to. After all, they were superheroes. But here Peter was, dealing with the fact that they were missing, and they could be hurt, or killed, all because of him.

What was worse, while he may lose another family, which was in itself a terrible thought, the world could lose its last line of defense. All because of Peter's stupid, childish selfishness. If they made it out of this (When. They had to.) When they made it out of this, Peter was leaving. He had been enough a burden, already. He just hoped he hadn't already lost them.

"Master Parker, there is a group downstairs requesting permission to come up to your current floor." JARVIS spoke, breaking the silence, "One of them claims you know him, and "Doesn't have time for this robot shit." Shall I admit them?"

"Yeah, bring them up." Peter nodded. He slipped his mask back on then added, "And while they're here, call me Spiderman, not master Parker, okay?"

"Yes, Spiderman." JARVIS said, sounding a little annoyed. But Peter ignored it, because A.I.s can't get annoyed. At least, that's what he would tell himself.
He stood and walked to the elevator as it opened with a *ding*, and revealed the strangest dressed trio Peter had seen all week.

The first to walk in was, of course, Daredevil, in the same costume he had left in. Behind him was a woman who Peter recognised as Wasp, with her iconic yellow and black suit, and its sleek wings jutting out behind her, despite being folded down.

Which left the third and final member of the ensemble, a medium-height man, dressed in a red and silver suit with a weird helmet under his arm. He looked sorta like an astronaut, but that's not what surprised Peter.

"Scott?!" he exclaimed, his jaw practically hitting the floor. "You- you're Ant-man?!"

"Wait." Daredevil said gruffly, "You know him?"

"Woah! Hear that, Hope?! Spiderman knows my name!" Scott said giddily. And here Peter thought he was fan-boying. "It- it's an honor, man! God, this is unreal!" Peter didn't know how to react as he took his hand and shook it excitedly. The handshake lasted a little long.

"Well, I wouldn't say man per say-" Daredevil scoffed, and Peter shot him a glare he knew he couldn't see. Because, you know, he was wearing a mask. And Daredevil was blind, anyway. That was still so weird, by the way.

"Anyway!" Peter cut him off, then addressed Scott. "I thought you just delivered pizzas, dude."

"Well… yeah. But not anymore! I have moved on to bigger and better things." Scott said proudly, puffing out his chest.

Wasp rolled her eyes, "He got fired. Again."

"It was a mutual agreement to separate." Scott huffed.

"Whatever, can we just get back on task?" DD asked, and Peter had to agree. They didn't have time for small talk.

"Alright, did Daredevil fill you guys in?" Peter asked the two new heroes.

"Uh, well, no." Scott admitted, "He kinda just showed up and and said the Avengers needed our help, and, uh, well you don't say no to the Avengers, you know?"

Wasp glanced around Peter, as though looking for something, "Where are they, by the way? Don't they live here?"

"Well, most of the time, yeah. Though sometimes Clint disappears for a few weeks, so I'm not really sure he doesn't live somewhere else, sometimes. Not to mention Thor..." Peter said thoughtfully.

"Wait. Do you live here?" Scott said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Look, this is all beside the point. The Avengers need our help, as in, they're in trouble. And… well, we're gonna need all the help we can get to get them back." Peter shuffled awkwardly, trying not to let his worry show.

"So.. the Earth's mightiest heroes were taken down… and you're calling on a few street-level vigilantes to rescue them?" Wasp raised a brow, "Because that sounds like a terrible plan."

Scott raised his hand. "Um, I'm confused. Who exactly are we fighting?"

Peter bit his lip and explained, "Well, there was this creepy dude who told me… well, he basically said something was going down, so Daredevil and I came back here and found this note, from Green Goblin, and now I can't get a hold of anybody, and I just now got JARVIS back online, so he can't even tell me what happened-"

"Woah, slow down. What note?" Wasp asked.

"Over here." Peter turned to go get it before stopping in his tracks. Crap. His name was on it. "Well, the thing is-"

"Master Spiderman?" JARVIS spoke up once more, making Peter groan internally. Now that just sounded stupid.

"Yeah, Jay?"

"A Quinjet just touched down on the landing pad."

"What?" Peter said, confused. "Who-?"

"They're coming in." JARVIS said.

"Wait, don't they have to get permission? You held us up for like, ten minutes downstairs!" DD huffed.

"They do need permission, from the highest level resident which is- well, I guess it's me right now." Peter crossed his arms. "Who are they?"

Instead of answering his question, JARVIS simply stated, "They're over-riding my controls. They are coming in, now."

"Shit." Daredevil muttered, then turned to Peter, "Do you think it's the goblin again?"

"I- I don't know." Peter said, worry leaching into his voice. Scott seemed to take this as a signal to jam on his helmet, hiding his face behind the shiny metal and plastic orange visor. Wasp's wings rose, ready to spring into action at any moment. Daredevil grabbed the bars at his sides, and Peter raised his arms, fingers poised on the triggers of his web-shooters.

There was a tense moment as the watched they elevator doors in silence. Then

*Ding*

The doors opened once more, showing a group of six people standing there, some slightly shocked at the sight of the heroes before them. But not the man who stepped forward. He held out a badge in front of Spidey.

"Agent Phil Coulson, of SHIELD." The man said in a cool and unreadable tone. "Fury sent us."

Peter relaxed at that, and he noticed the other vigilantes do the same. It was quiet for a moment, nobody quite sure what to think of the other group. Then Ant-man's visor rose and he gave a small wave.

"Hi, I'm Scott."

It was funny. As crazy as Matt Murdock's life could get, it somehow managed to keep getting weirder. Of course, what else can you expect from a life of a superhero?

He remembered first running into Spiderman a few months ago. He wasn't all that well known, yet, but he seemed to know what he was doing. So they ended up doing a team-up, and Matt was pleasantly surprised he had a 'no-kill' code similar to his own. Only after the action ended, and they had a moment to breathe, though, did Matt notice.

His heartbeat was rushing, thought he was barely panting. He was rambling on about Daredevil's whole red color scheme clashing with his own. He supposed that meant the guy was wearing red. But his voice was so high… as opposed to the hero himself, who only came up to Matt's chin.

He was just a kid, he realised. Probably still in high school. A kid was out here, in a back alley at around two in the morning, beating up rapists and muggers. At first, Matt was too shocked to say anything. Then he was mad. Why was he doing this? No kid should have to fight the battles Matt fought. Shouldn't have to think what he thought, see what he saw. Well, figuratively, anyway.

He had almost called the kid out, but before he knew it he was challenging him to a race of all things.

"I know you do that acrobatic stuff. It's so cool. I've got my webs, though, and I'm 80% sure I'd kick your butt in a race."

"A race?"

"Yeah! Unless, of course, you don't think you could keep up?"

..."You're on."

Innocence. Out here, among the worst the world had to offer. Yet so innocent.

That was what had done it. What had made Matt look at the kid and decide he was gonna help him. Nothing big, of course. After a few more meetings with the teen, he knew he could at least handle himself. But on those nights a few months ago, when he seemed slower, or Daredevil could hear his stomach growling, he would offer to get a bite to eat.

That wasn't enough, though. On those nights, the ones when they got chance to talk, Matt could see the innocence fleeting. Something was going on to make the teen talk less, and his heartbeat almost slow to that of a normal human. Matt didn't like that.

He never asked why he was doing this. He never questioned the growing smell, or the lingering wounds. Nope, he wasn't going to question the evident changes. He would just give him a hand, then move on.

There were days he still regretted that.

But he seemed to get better not long after. Then he disappeared altogether. One night, after nearly a month of inactivity, Daredevil had even ventured from Hell's Kitchen to seek him out. There was no sign of him anywhere. Matt had known there was something wrong yet done nothing. He couldn't escape the pang of guilt he got every time he thought of it.

But not long after, as Matt was falling asleep one night, he heard the fast heartbeat, and booted feet running across the roof of his apartment, then move on to the next.. Matt layed there a moment, thinking. Then he smiled. Spidey was back. He was okay.

Not that he had ever doubted that.

Still, he had decided in that moment that the next time something felt off with the kid, he wouldn't stand back. He wouldn't run from getting involved. Because in this line of work, innocence was rare, and Matt didn't want Spidey to lose any more than he had to.

Now here he was, in Stark Tower, surrounded by agents and vigilantes. Matt still wasn't sure how he had gotten roped into all of this. But he had heard Peter's panic when the guy in the alley had mentioned his family, and he knew he couldn't leave the kid to deal with that on his own. If the guy was telling the truth, he wasn't sure what the kid would find when he got home.

Then to Daredevil's surprise, Spidey had led him to Stark Tower, and gone through a window like it was second nature. Once inside, Matt noticed they were in a bed-room. It smelled just like Spiderman.

Then came the rush upstairs, the crinkling of a paper, the confession.

Nope, Matt had no idea how he had gotten caught up in all this. But he was gonna do all he could to help the kid. Including calling up an old drinking buddy of Foggy's and his.

You know, who just happened to be Ant-man.

Once the agents had arrived, and there had been a quick round of introductions, (It was kind of awkward to introduce himself as 'Daredevil', but at least Hope had done the same with 'Wasp', and Peter with 'Spiderman'.)

Of course, it wasn't like there was much point, poor kid.

"So Fury said there was a note?" the first agent- Coulson asked.

"Oh, right. Um, about that-" Peter stammered like the awkward kid he was. Daredevil wasn't sure what was on the note, but whatever it was was raising Spidey's core temperature.

"Got it." Called the voice of a female agent, who Matt noticed moved in far less calculated movements than most of the other agents. She was also younger, probably in her early twenties.

Spiderman's heartbeat spiked, and he tensed, "Wait-"

"Who's Peter?" The girl's voice asked.

There were two other agents by her side. Unlike the others, who seemed to be decked out in combat gear, they were wearing longer coats. A male, with a scottish accent spoke next. "Oh, that's Spiderman."

"Dude! That was supposed to stay between us!" Peter said in exasperation.

The female in the long coat cocked her head to the side, "Why?"

The first girl furrowed her brows at the two coat-agents. "Hold up, have you met him before?"

"Wait, your name is Peter?" Scott asked. "And you live here? Oh my God, I know who you are, now!"

"You see?! That's why!" Peter exclaimed.

Scott didn't even seem to notice the kid's annoyance. "I always wondered why the Avengers hung out with a teenager, but I guess it makes sense if you're a superhero too… Oh my God, you- Spiderman is a teenager! That's so-"

"Shut up, Scott." Wasp sighed, elbowing the man as she did so.

"Sorry, I just, wow, I did not expect that." Scott said thoughtfully.

"This is so stupid." Peter huffed. His face was hot beneath his mask. "Can we just find the Avengers already?"

"Sure, kid." Matt nodded, walking over to the three agents with the note. He really wished he had caught their names.

Coulson spoke up, "Alright, Fitz-Simmons and Skye can start trying to track them down, while Ward, May, and I get some background on this Goblin guy. I'll let Daredevil tell the rest of you what to do, I guess."

Matt nodded at the man, then took a look at the note. Well, he ran his fingers over the indent the pen had left on the paper. He noticed that it was torn at one end, like it had been ripped off of a bigger piece of paper.

"Tell me, Spidey, who exactly are we looking for?" Matt asked the teen, who had followed him to the counter and crouched on top of it. Like the spider he was, Matt supposed.

"Um, I know Pepper and Bruce were here when JARVIS went dark… Hey, JARVIS, where were the others at that time?" Peter directed the last part to the ceiling.

"Masters Rogers, Romanoff, and Barton were following a lead in _. Sir woke up this morning and went through old surveillance, then went to answer a distress call made by Miss Romanoff." JARVIS answered.

Peter cocked his head at the ceiling. "Where was the lead, again?"

"My apologies, Master Spiderman," JARVIS replied. (Daredevil almost thought the A.I. was messing with the kid), "I cannot access that data at this time."

"Okay, first of all, stop that. It sounds stupid." Peter huffed. "Everyone knows my name now, anyway. Second, why not?"

The first girl agent, (Skye, Phil had said?) cut in, "Did this Green Goblin guy do something to your ceiling voice thing?"

Peter nodded, "Yeah, I actually only got him running again right before you guys got here."

"Well, tech is kinda my specialty. If you give me access, I can recover any data that was lost from the interface." Skye said, almost eagerly.

"Uh, sure. Come on, I'll show where you can get into his mainframe" He leaped smoothly from the counter and padded toward a distant wall. Matt may have been blind, but even he noticed the excited look Skye flashed her coat-friends.

"What about us, double D?" Scott asked him.

Matt considered it for a second before speaking, "Well, I guess it's about time I actually told you what's going on."

Scott bobbed his head in agreement. "Sounds good to me."

"So, like, you know about computers and stuff?" Skye asked the teen. He had opted to help her root through JARVIS's code, and he had to say, she was good. Still, he could tell she wasn't exactly at ease around him. Not that he could blame her, he was, after all, wearing a mask and sitting on the wall next to her. And semi-famous, but it probably the other stuff, more.

He wouldn't compare himself to the Avengers in terms of fame, not by a long shot. Probably nobody outside of New York had even heard of him. Still, New York knew him, so it's not like he was nobody. Just close to it.

"Uh, a little bit. I mostly know just enough to get into Tony's system when he's being annoying." Peter admitted sheepishly.

Skye nodded, not looking away from the tech in front of her. "That's so cool. What's it like? You know, being on first name basis with the Avengers? Well, actually, sorry, stupid question. You probably fit right in, what with being a superhero and all." She glanced at where his feet were sticking to the wall as she rambled. Something Peter did when he was nervous.

"Are you kidding? They're the Avengers. Remember they saved, like, the entire world. I just get cats out of trees and stuff." Peter said lightly.

Skye laughed. "Well, somebody has to! Otherwise, fluffy would never get down!"

Peter could notice her relax slightly as they talked. Good. Peter could totally relate to how she was feeling.

"So, you're a teenager, huh? I totally couldn't tell." Skye typed so fast her fingers were like a blur. "But that's even cooler! Are you a mutant? That would make sense, unless your suit lets you stick to stuff? Of course, that would be cool too."

Peter smirked. He liked her. "Nope, neither. I think it was technically a lab accident. But if it was a suit, why would I pick a spider theme? Spiders are gross."

Skye paused for a moment and turned to him. "Hold up. You don't like spiders? You- you're Spiderman!"

"Well, do you like people?" Peter asked, raising his brows at her under his mask.

She seemed to consider this for a moment before pressing her lips together and nodding, "Well played. But still, it's surprising."

Daredevil chose that moment to come over and check their progress. "How's it going over here?"

"Good, but I need to ask you something." Peter faced the man, trying not to smile. Then he let himself, realizing there was no way for the other to know. "Do you like the devil?"

DD went stock-still, like a deer in headlights. "What did you just say?"

"Well, I don't like spiders, and Skye doesn't like people. But are you, like a satanist or something? Because I don't think you have super demon powers or anything, so if you're into that sort of thing it would make sense…"

Daredevil stared right at him, and though Peter knew he was blind, something about the way he was looking at him sent shivers down his spine. "Kid. I'm Catholic."

Peter promptly fell off of the wall. He jumped up from the floor and faced the man standing over him, with arms crossed. "I am so sorry, I didn't know-"

"Calm down, kid. Your voice is cracking." DD smirked. Okay, so he was aware that he was a blind devil-themed catholic vigilante troll. "So I guess it keeps up with the whole 'not liking what you seem to' thing."

Scott piped up from across the room, "Actually, I can communicate with ants, and they're pretty chill. They even help me with super cool mission stuff."

Peter, Skye, and Daredevil stared at the man.

"Okay, you just officially became the one with the weirdest powers in this room." Peter said, shaking his head and climbing back onto the wall. "And I'm saying that."

Skye huffed in her seat, looking away from the heroes. "Man, I want superpowers."

Eyes the color of coffee, Brown like the Earth beneath your toes, A laugh as rich and addicting, to anyone who knows.

And when I face the moonless nights, and light just fades from view, I recall those priceless times, when I was next to you.

A poem for all to see, yet meant for only one. Here's to you, Keryn.