Peter tried to keep it a secret, from his parents, he really did but he knew it wouldn't last for long
his parents would find out eventually and that's what worried him, at first it seemed too easy, he had made sure Friday couldn't alert anybody in the tower, by putting a video recording of him sleeping over the camera (I don't know if that would work, but oh well go with it),then he could escape through his bedroom window using his web shooters and head into the night life of New York city and make sure there were no crimes going on, He would then return in the very early hours of the morning, usually bruised and injured, before taking care of his injures and covering himself up before anyone would notice (Thank god for his fast healing, otherwise they would of probably found out ages ago)

His fathers never came into his room not after what happened,(They walked in on him changing and all parties involves was embarrassed) He would then climb into bed, extremely exhausted and try to get as little sleep as possible before the dreaded alarm would jolt him awake, making him scramble downstairs, grab breakfast and rush to the subway. His dad had said he could always get Happy to drive him to school, but he preferred the subway, it made him feel like he had some independence

He was so thankful that no one ever entered his room, wherever he was in or not because if they did it would be fairly obvious that he was the vilagate Spider-Man, There were faint wispy webs that seemed to dangle from each corner and crevice of the room, and there were multiple bloody bandages and gauzes shoved into his
bin

When no one was in the Stark Tower gym, he would do incredible flips off the acrobatic bars with a grin, landing on his feet perfectly, and well if anyone caught him, he would just say he learnt it from gymnastics and had been doing flips since he was 8 which technically wasn't a lie, and even had proof as he still had old videos of him doing gymnastic competitions

And then one day he get sloppy, he was so tired from school and patrolling and not getting enough sleep, that he got caught, He was Spiderman; he wasn't supposed to be caught, He was supposed to capture the bad guys, not the other way around, but when venom learned his secret identity, everything spun out of control for Peter.

...Past...

It was the day of the field trip, to Oscorp, Flash was being his usual self calling him names and shoving him forward, and once again the teacher did nothing and Ned and MJ had gone off somewhere else, leaving him on his own, so he ended up wondering into the spider lab before getting bitten by some radioactive spider. After that, he didn't have to use his glasses, he no longer needed his inhaler, and he even get abs, and he believed maybe he could avoid being shoved into a locker by Flash and his goons. After that he was different, and Peter didn't know if it was in a good or a bad way, he tried to do good, and be like the avengers protecting the city, but many people believed he was a menace but he didn't care, when he stopped needing his, glasses he just told his family that he got contact lenses as his glasses kept getting broke every time someone asked and he continued to carry his inhaler just for show.

When Steve tried to come and talk to him, the next day after he get home from oscorp not feeling well he panicked, and hid his homemade suit which comprised an oversized red jumper, a costume mask and blue leggings in his closet and persuaded his father he was fine and just exhausted from all the homework he had and was going to sleep.

Peter was out of his bedroom the minute it has gotten dark, he quickly changed into his suit in a nearby alley, he didn't went to risk changing in the tower just in case Friday saw him and swing to the nearest building; he wanted to see what he was capable of and see how far he could swing to building

after about 2 hours of just mindless swinging, he landed on top of a building and just watched the hustle of people walking home probably from a busy day work he heard two men arguing but he didn't really take much notice, this was New York, everybody was always arguing these days but things quickly turned a full 180 in less than a minute, if only he stopped them from arguing and just did something maybe he could have stopped it but he was just a 15-year-old with no training all he could do was watch in disbelief and horror as the man just shot him and ran leaving him there, Peter was frozen in shock as he watched the man slowly lose the light in his eyes he's blood being washed away with the heavy rain that just seemed to come out of nowhere,He felt his throat close up as people gathered in a circle and the red and blue flashes of three police cars that sped down the road, right on the scene.

..Present...

Thunder and drummed outside his window as grey clouds loomed over the suddenly dark city and Peter could still hear the gunshot ringing through his ears, and the men's light leaving his eyes never to return and it wouldn't go away.

Lightning illuminated the walls of his room, and rain slipped down the arc of the one large window. The gunshot kept firing in his mind until Peter bolted up in his bed, crying quietly. But that was almost an entire month ago.

"Peter?"

The teenager froze from his spot in the kitchen where he was eating breakfast, to see his Dad Tony Stark — peering around the corner with a face that Peter could only recognize as concern. Oh no.

"Yeah?"

"You've been kind of… I don't know, distant lately and—"

"Did Father put you up to this?"

Tony pauses, mouth open and just closes it with a breezy sigh and nod.

"And when he asks?"

"I tell him you and I had a heartfelt conversation about our emotions and so on and so forth." Peter dramatically waves a hand in the air for effect as he repeats the line he's used so many times before. Tony ruffles his hair, his unease dying down, and shooing his son out so he would catch the bus in time.

"But honestly, Peter, you're okay?"

Peter just gave his dad a small grin as he rushes out of the kitchen shouting something about not missing the subway, heart settling restlessly in his stomach. He can't risk saying anything or looking at his dad because before he knows it, he'll be blurting out all his secrets and problems.

He's never been a very good liar in those kinds of situations.

When he gets on the subway, he swiftly sits in one of seats by the window , glancing out the window with dismay as yet another day of school begins.

...Time skip to end of school, as everybody Peter's age has to go to school and nothing great happens you learn, have breaks, go home...

The bell had only rung, signally the end of the school day corridors surrounded by kids rushing out of the building
Like it was on fire, when peter got to his locker, his senses alerted him to danger; he grimaced when he noticed it was just Flash and his goons. Flash punched him in the face, causing him to hit his head of the locker door, laughing loudly and calling him a long string of colourful words before walking away. Peter could only shrug it off and rush out of school.

It took record time to briefly slip on his suit, which technically leggings and a hoody is not a suit, and swing out on top of the nearest building's roof, shaking his wrists as he leaps off. He swings easily as he shoots his webs back and forth around the corners of skyscrapers and prevents himself from smashing into any windows. (which PS is not fun and hurts)

He let out an easy sigh through his mask. His spider senses were unsettling, they kept warning him of danger, but he couldn't see anything.

Peter was then struck from behind with what looked like a pole, throwing him into an abandoned warehouse, he got himself up, but only barley, he had enough time to see a black mask with white eyes before he was thrown backward again, not having enough time to stop himself he ended up smacking full force into one of the wooden beams supporting the structure's integrity

Venom, his mind screeches deafeningly in the background. The blows can't be stopped, his body not having enough time to react, and for once, he is scared and he wishes his family was with him, saving him.

A punch sends him flying again causing him to almost lose consciousness and a voice sneers in a mechanical tone from above. "Misery, misery, misery, that's what you've chosen. I offered you so much more Spiderman and you spat in my face."

Another strike sends him backwards off the beam and tumbling into one of the unfinished walls. Spider-Man is stumbling on his feet, breathing ragged. One side of his mask was torn and ripped, bloodied around the edges and singed with the fire of the glider the villain rides on. Peter swung out of the way just barley before a miniature missile from the glider can hit him. But it rips at his costume, burning the sides of his mask and—shit! He has to pat out the heat that melted away the mask— leaving only half of it, to protect his identity.

"You've spun your last web, Spider-Man. If you had not been so selfish, your little girlfriend's death would have been quick and painless, but now that you've really pissed me off, I'm gonna finish her nice and slow.

Venom lunges and the world freezes as the sudden rage gives him strength, Peter slamming him into the brick wall, a violent snarl ripping through his throat.

His MJ, the one person who has been there all his life, the one person who accepts him for both Spiderman and Peter Parker, Peter can't control the fury that fills his veins and venom flinches, surprised and… scared.

The villain gasps in panic from behind the rough, dark voice of his suit with a distressed cry of "Peter! Peter, stop, it's me!"

When venom's mask is taken off hastily, Peter's heart freezes in place, suddenly empty, cold and filled with a spiralling dread. He looks into the face of his best friend , weary. Peter feels all the fight drain out of him, replaced with the 'oh my god' feeling.

"Harry" The words come unwillingly from his mouth. Anyone but him, anyone but him.

"Oh Peter, thank God for you."

The shock hits him before he can stop the pained, gravelly yell coming from deep in his throat.

"You killed those people on the balcony!"

Harry's face lights up with a genuine shadow of worry and terror. His wide, old eyes look up into Peter's tattered face with regret. And yet, Peter has the hardest time believing he's being truthful, his senses still pinging loudly in his ears. He remembers the crumbling balcony, falling apart and shattering far below. The screams of the people and the panicked charging of everyone fleeing the city street.

"it wasn't me, it was Venom; I had nothing to do with it—Please, don't let him take me again! I beg of you, protect me!"

Peter's emotions where all over the place he didn't know what to believe he was so angry, at Venom, "You tried to kill MJ, and you tried to—" But Harry cut him off before he could finish the sentence

"But not you? I tried to stop it, I couldn't stop it." Peter was unaware that Harry was just distracting him as he pressed one of the bright buttons on his suit, the man averting his eyes from the pointed glider rising behind he's once best friend.

"If anything happened to me, I knew it was you who would save me and so you have, Peter, thank God for you," Harry rises unsteadily to his feet, using the wall as support.

The sinister grin suddenly reappeared on Harry's face. His voice has suddenly lost its guilty tone, replaced with a pitch of insanity. "Godspeed Spider-Man, or should I say Peter Parker"

He almost doesn't move in time as the spiked glider blasts forward, about to pierce him from behind, but luckily he managed to backflip as the glider charges. He stumbles on his feet, but keeps upright with a triumphant feeling growing in his chest. The loud intake of breath drains Peter of his success. In horror, he looks at the large barb, impaling Venom in the stomach.

Harry goes limp against the wall and Peter can't fight the few tears that escape his eyes and run down his cheeks. Peter stumbles back in horror — He didn't want this. This isn't what he wanted. Why did this have to happen? Why was it him? He weakly shoots out a web and swings away from the scene before anything else can go horribly wrong. He couldn't stay here, he couldn't he didn't know what else to do, he left his best friend alone.

Well, Peter now has proof that his life could seem to get more horribly wrong.

In an emotional wreck, he slid his window open and climb in his darkroom, curling up on the bed and not bothering to take off the suit— not even bothering to clean up the wounds that were leaking blood stains on his bed.

The cackle rings through his head. The blast of the glider and the piercing of Harry Osborne's body rings through his head. It won't go away. It won't go away. It won't go away—

"Peter?" A voice calls from right outside the door— it was his parents, "Is that you?"

Peter only shifts his face even deeper into the pillows and sheets, covered with disgusting wounds and scars, tears freely falling now. Tony must have heard his footsteps or the creak of the bed.

"Y-Yeah. It's me." He groans, rolling on his stomach in pain, hissing as his arm burns with agony. He looks to see the largest wound of all, great. Just what he needed.

"We've been looking all over for you." Tony sounds distressed. Looking at the time, he realizes it's been over two hours since he should have been home.
Shit.

"Yeah, sorry. Got a little…" Peter licks his cracked lips in exhaustion, clearing his throat, "Side-tracked."

"Can I come in?"

His immediate response, "No."

He waits for the footsteps of his parents— to indicate that they was leaving, but nothing he guesses his dad was still there and wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon until he opened up the door or talked to him.

"Where were you?"

His immediate response, "Out."

"Doing what?" The genius emphasizes the last word with a little frustration, stamping his foot impatiently. Peter absently wipes a wound on his hand, trying not to gag in disgust as it swells again with blood.

His immediate response, "Stuff."

Peter realizes he really needs to work on cover-up stories, these were really horrible. He could practically see his father making his 'Really? I know you are lying to me' face. He was not believing one word and would try to get Peter out of his room eventually.

"Peter, open the door."

"No."

There is a groan and Tony seems too tired for this game right now. He would just go the easy way around instead of coaxing his son from his room. He hears his father drum his fingers across the doorframe before sighing.

"Friday, unlock Peter's door, now."

"No, don't!" The words escape the boy's lips and he gives a ragged breath of terror, nearly falling off the side of his bed and deciding to bury himself in his sheets. Tony can't see him; he is in costume, he—

The door slides open and an intense golden light floods the room as Tony steps in, glancing around to find his son and noticing the fidgeting figure in the blankets.

"Whoa, what the hell—"Tony says as he sees the mess of the room, and then in a serious tone whispers, "Peter, look at me."

"Please… no." He sees Tony's figure stiffen with panic and move towards him.

"What happened Peter? Were you injured?"

"I don't want to talk—"He chokes on a sob, and shuffles beneath the covers even further. His Dad sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out for his son.
"Y-You'll be upset with me and—"

"Peter," Tony goes still, his words laced with concern, "I don't care what happened, please just tell me, no matter—"

"You would be upset even if I—"Peter peers out from the refuge of the sheets, revealing his face with half the mask still on. "Do something I know I shouldn't?" He props himself up, showing his torn costume, tears drying. "Hi dad."

Tony went completely quiet, motionless, eyes wide with disbelief, "Oh, you are in so much trouble— Are you fucking kidding me right now? You… you're—"

"Don't say it." Peter hisses, bunching down in the bed again, not trying to cover his body with the blankets this
time while he buries his face in the soft comforter with a loud, broken sob.

"He died, Dad and I—"Tony lifts him into his arms, running a hand through his hair smoothly whiles he let his son cry on his shoulder. His Dad was still in shock after finding out that his son was the masked Vigilante everybody was talking about, but it wasn't enough to stop him from calming his sobbing child.

"Peter…" Tony whispers into his hair, kissing him on the top of his head and hugging him tightly as the crying dies down to sniffling whimpers. "Before my Arc-Reactor fails on me, tell me… how did this happen?"

"Month ago. Field trip to oscorp, spider bite and then all of this."

"You were bitten by a spider… a whole month ago? Pete—"

"Radioactive spider." Peter croaks softly, breaking the silence and finally looking up to see his father's face emotionless and blank as a new piece of paper.
They stay in silence for the next few minutes.

"so what you decided to put on a flimsy mask, a hoody and jeans and go be a superhero"

"There was a shooting I was on the rooftop just watching after swinging threw the city, there was two man arguing but i just ignored it not wanting to get involved but he pulled out a gun

"Peter." The hard stare his father gives him shuts him up completely, "You had nothing to do with that, no matter who got injured or killed. That wasn't your fault. What makes you think that every fight is now your fight too?"

Peter only looks up, hoping that his father wouldn't be mad about the bloodstains he was leaving in his shirt. He just trembles and nods solemnly and keeps his head against the warm glow of the Arc-Reactor.

"I can't believe I didn't notice… where did you even get this outfit from, the skip

The look that Tony gives him is a hard-core stare that says 'we're talking about this later'.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"Yeah… I'm not," Peter finally gives him a timid grin before gripping onto the bed's edge, "Father is gonna kill me."

"Not if I kill you first," Tony took a shuddering breath before grabbing Peter to hoist him up, looking at him straight in the face. There is a deep sadness that Peter has never seen before. "What were you thinking? You, I can't… oh my god. What if you died? How do you think that would make us feel, Peter? You've
been all over the news, and— shit, last week with the parade! What if you had died, and we didn't know until they took off the mask and t-they… look at you
right now, what were—"

"Tony? Peter?" A voice echoes out from the doorway. Both of the men freeze,
Tony looking almost hysterical and Peter down right horrified. "What're you—"

Steve stops and looks at the two before double-taking Peter's appearance with a soft, "Oh my god."

The blonde leader rushes forward and swoops his son into his arms with a crushing bear-hug. Tony looks startled and staggers as he gets up off the bed, seeming a little alarmed by the blood on his shirt. When Steve decides lets go, both parents stare at their son with a mix of emotions. Pride. Terror. Disbelief. Fear. Anger. Love.

"You-you've been," Steve hesitates, words lost in his throat. He sounds agitated, but Peter can hear the ounce of pride hidden in his voice, "… going out on your own this whole time? Would you like to start from the beginning, young man?"

Oh no. His father used the 'young man' term on him, which meant this conversation is not going to end well. He should have expected this to happen at some point. The glare they both give him confirms there is most likely going to be a punishment.

"So…" Peter hoarsely paused, trying to wear an innocent smile, "I guess this would be a good time to explain all of this." The boy motions put together red-and-blue costume, torn, scorched and in tatters around his arms and legs, while his soft eyes glance up at his two fathers through the half of his mask
that wasn't burned off of his face.

"So, uh, I'm Spider-Man… y'know… I fight crime and shoot webs from my hands and can climb buildings… yeah, and I do all of this when you two aren't looking… Am I grounded?"