A/N: Here's Chapter Three, y'all! I really hope you like it, and if you do, please leave a review telling me what you think! This story is extremely fun to write, so let me know if you want me to do a sequel. If I do, I might call it "Five Things that Peter Benjamin Parker Liked About the Avengers," or something.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot! Please don't sue me!

One Strong Spider

The third thing about Peter that impressed the Avengers was his physical strength.

One day, they were all in the training room- they being Steve, Tony, Bruce, Nat, Clint, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, and Peter- getting ready for a quick training session.

Peter grinned as he felt someone ruffle his hair, and he looked up to see Tony smiling down at him.

"Heya, Pete," he said. "Ready to kick their butts in training?"

If it was possible, Peter grinned even more.

"You betcha," he replied, then chuckled quietly and whispered, "They have no idea what they're in for."

Tony laughed and ruffled Peter's thick brown mop, then walked over to Steve.

"Alright!" Steve called after a moment, moving to stand in the center of the circle of heroes. "We're doing physical combat training today. I know we haven't had many threats in the past few weeks, but I want you all to treat this session like you were in an actual fight. Push your hardest. Don't hold back." Peter thought that maybe Steve looked at him when he said this. Then the Captain clapped his hands and said, "Okay! We'll be doing one-on-one. Our teams will be as follows: Bucky with Sam, Wanda with Vision, Tony with Bruce, Nat with Clint, and Peter and I."

Peter raised his eyebrows, and Steve smiled gently.

"Don't worry, Peter," he assured the teen as he patted his back. "I try not to break anything."

Peter rolled his eyes as the group began to disperse around the massive training area.

"Oh," the teen said dramatically, "I feel so reassured."

Steve chuckled, and didn't hear when Peter added under his breath,

"It's not me you should be worried about getting hurt, Captain."

All around, the groups were beginning to spar. Fists were flying, legs were kicking, and bodies were sweating. Peter thought he saw Tony shoot him a wink and a grin before he began fighting with Bruce.

"Okay, Peter," Steve said, crouching into a fighting position and holding out his fists. "Don't be afraid to hit me as hard as you can."

"Afraid?" Peter joked, following the Captain's example and crouching. "Why would I be afraid of an Old Man?"

"OOH, HE GOTCHU GOOD!" Sam shouted from underneath Bucky's foot.

Peter laughed as Steve scowled, and the Super Soldier pounced.

Using his Spidey Sense- or Peter Tingle, as May, Happy, and basically everyone on the team liked to call it- Peter dodged the fist coming at him, and managed to punch Steve in the chest. He decided not to put all of his strength into the first punch, but he could hear Steve's quiet "oof!" and he smirked in triumph.

"You've got a strong punch, son," Steve told the teenager as he straightened himself up.

Peter shrugged.

"I wasn't even trying."

Steve raised a surprised eyebrow.

"Huh," he said, and then shook his head, getting into a fighting position again.

They continued like that for several minutes: Peter would dodge and throw a half-hearted punch, but his fists still connected hard and painfully with Steve's chest (and once with his jaw, but that was an accident), causing the Super Soldier to grunt in pain.

Sometimes, the noises were quiet, and only Peter, with his Super Spidey Hearing, could detect them. Other times, they were loud, causing the other Avengers to look at them in surprise.

Steve was a very shocked by Peter's strength. But he knew that the teen was still barely trying.

"Okay," the older man panted, taking a step back and ignoring the fact that everyone else was staring at the two. "I know you've been putting hardly any strength into your hits, and somehow, you've managed to give me several bruises. I want you to hit me as hard as you can. I'm going to fight back, but I highly doubt it will do anything to stop you."

Steve stood up straight and spread his arms wide.

He could see the hesitance in Peter's eyes.

"Come on, Peter," Steve encouraged. "Hit me. As hard as you can."

Peter gave a small nod, and suddenly his foot was flying in an expert roundhouse kick toward Steve's jaw.

"Woah!"

Steve stumbled back to dodge the foot, and he ducked to avoid Peter's fist mere milliseconds later. While he was distracted, Steve didn't see Peter's other fist sailing at his chest.

Steve suddenly found himself flat on the ground.

"Ow," he muttered as he stumbled to his feet, only to be assaulted by Peter once more.

Peter's hand came up right by Steve's ear, making him flinch and look away, which was a mistake. Suddenly, Peter had him in a choke hold. And then Steve found himself being judo-flipped, and he felt his back slam into the padded wall on the other side of the room.

For several long seconds, there was silence.

Steve was breathing hard; very hard. No one- not even Bucky- had been able to beat him in a fight so easily. As Captain America stumbled to his feet, he looked at Peter on the other side of the room, and saw that his face was twisted into a large smirk, his arms folded across his chest.

He wasn't even slightly out of breath.

"You okay, Grandpa?" Peter called, his eyes twinkling. "Or do I need to call the Nursing Home and tell them we're sending you in?"

Steve's jaw dropped, and he heard Sam and Bucky wheezing in the background.

Tony was grinning at Peter like he was a proud father, Natasha was smirking and giving Peter the thumbs up, Bruce was chuckling quietly, Wanda had to be practically held up by Vison because she was laughing so hard, and Clint… well, Clint was rolling on the floor, laughing so hard that he was shaking, his face was beet red, and no sound was coming out of him at all.

"Holy crap, Peter," Steve breathed, and everyone heard it. "You are one strong spider."

The teen merely grinned at the Captain, his eyes bright with mirth, as he replied,

"I know!"