What is work? What is sunlight? What is a new chapter? lol. This. This is new chapter for you guys. No white flag waving this time, just me crawling out of Plato's cave towards the higher good. Happy Easter ya'll! Another chapter is nearly done, be expecting it soon. Enjoy my lovelies and as always read & review!

Peter hesitantly let his thoughts linger in the possibility that this whole thing was a trap. It was only logical he be realistic. It was almost, most definitely, a trap. A gimmick in the guise of friendliness used to unmask him.

The Avenger's had low key nearly killed him in their stupid chase-even if it was an accident—to an extent. Peter had a serious problem. Has was the kind of person who tried to see the good in every individual, even if it seemed a little silly. The Avenger's kidnapping me during patrol? Maybe it was a misunderstanding…combined with hot tempers? Sprinkle in a little unknown history, bad media press, and voilà, the creation of unbridled distrust. Peter sighed at the disastrous situation.

No. It was definitely not a mistake.

The so-called heroes wanted information on Spiderman. The team proved they would pummel through hoops to get it, even if it meant getting physical. Peter had purposely avoided contact the past few weeks prior to the altercation in hope the stalking would cease.

His spidey senses remained at a steady hum throughout his patrols, alerting him when one of Avengers followed too closely. It was exhausting to always be on guard. Not to mention the anxiety from possibly having the world ripped from under him with a public unmasking from the Avengers. Some heroes. The thought made the youth shudder with dread.

The details two days ago were still fuzzy around the edges as Peter recalled falling off a roof, and then coming to in a strange white room. He tried to make sense of it all. What was branded into his memory was the palpable anger and frustration when the group stormed into the small space. His heart rate spiked just thinking about how physically close the repulsors were to him.

Information Iron Man demanded echoed in Peter's head. How old are you? What's your name? The teen remembered seeing the burning inquiry in Dr. Banner's gaze. Unspoken questions hanging behind his lips. Where are you from? How did you get your powers?

The controversy and shock present in Captain America's watchful gaze. He recalled Black Widow's emotionless glare; she gave nothing away as to what she was thinking—it was pure analysis. Hawkeye on the other hand had worn his frown with bitter dislike, his stance wary.

Peter recognized life as Spiderman was in jeopardy. The Avengers may have the upper hand in numbers and strength, but Peter had knew the labyrinth of New York city like the back of his hand. He would not be caught off guard this time. The teen made up his mind to set the record straight with them and learn about the Accords to avoid legal complications. New York city was counting on him, and so were his best friends.

Peter suspected the Avengers were not the type of people to just drop it. They would not stop following his every move, or at least not until the team recognized he wasn't a threat or obeyed the Accords. Whatever that entailed. Or which ever came first. Peter frowned at his lack of knowledge. Granted he admitted, he was still young and new to the game, but that didn't make him a bad player.

As far as laws are concerned, he had no idea what he did wrong to warrant such a reaction from the Avengers. It was really the public attention that cascaded into bad press and pissed off police officers. What confused Peter was why they thought Spiderman was a threat. He avoided bringing harm to criminals, unless they caused harm to themselves.

None of it was an excuse to attack Spiderman.

Especially considering Peter never had nor will carry weapons of any sort when patrolling. The teen admits, he was nervous about going to the Avenger's tower. Spiderman had a nasty habit of laughing off PTSD, however Peter was unable to shake off gnawing sensation in his stomach. Unable to push aside the furry of Iron Man's lead like glare or the constant alarm given off from his senses whenever he thought of fighting against that kind of fire power again. Peter closed his eyes against the memory and took a deep breath to calm his erratic heart.

The vigilante prayed he wasn't a mere fly headed towards a venous fly trap. Breaking away from his drawn-out daze, he began swinging toward the extravagant A located downtown. His mind was blank of distractions. He had objectives. Get in, get an idea as to what the hell SHIELD wanted from him, and get out. Pretty simple really.

The red and blue figure glided seamlessly through the bustling streets. Spiderman felt his spider senses growing in a warning as he approached the building. Adrenaline pulsed from the base of his neck to the tips of his fingers. Now where the heck is the entrance? I can't exactly go waltzing in through the front doors.

He quickly scanned the building, thinking about going through the balcony door when an open window halfway up caught his eye. Bingo. The teen ascended on to the reflective glass panels and started his climb upwards. Carefully, he peeked above the window threshold. Not knowing what exactly to expect, he took in details as meticulously as possible. It was a gym. Whelp, at least it not a weapons room or laboratory.

Peter felt as if he was fighting against his very instinct of self-preservation as he leaned into the open window. Gulping down his doubt, the lean figure cautiously wiggled through the opening and entered the Avenger's Tower.

Several stories down, the sound of Zeppelin's Rock and Roll was abruptly muted in Stark Laboratory.

"JARVIS, you're a fun sucker. You know that? What is it now?" Tony shot an irritated glare at the ceiling. Last time the AI interrupted his genius making was to inform him to eat something. Apparently, humans are supposed to have 3 meals a day, per nutritional guidelines. Stark settled on consuming his drug of choice: caffeine.

"Sir, Spiderman is detected on premises." Tony swallowed a dollop of air in lieu of the coffee he held to his lips.

"What?! Where?" he sputtered.

"Lower level gym, Sir."

"Notify the team now. Is there anyone in the gym?"

"Agent Clint Barton is currently in the room. Should I initiate lockdown precautions Sir?" The AI inquired, completely ignorant of human drama. Tony couldn't fault JARVIS for his lack of human understanding.

"No, we don't want to cause panic. He is exactly where we need him to be, for now." Without another word, Tony abandoned the scraps of metal littered on his table and made haste to the gym.

The billionaire hadn't been expecting the vigilante to show up so soon after their kerfuffle. Discussion about how to handle the situation was led by Steve and Agent Nick Fury, a thorough briefing followed for the team. The primary objective was to get Spiderman complacent with the Sokovia Accords and initiated into the system. The objective time frame was more of a gray area. Anything with Nick Fury was a gray area in general. Heck the man himself is a gray area with no damn patience.

Tony understood why SHEILD was so adamant about getting the new hero up to date and generally on their side. There had been increasing rumors and now verified sightings of Hydra. The organization was rebuilding their forces in regular villain fashion.

It was a growing issue on the Avenger's radar. Not to mention the finalization of the Sokovia Accords by the United Nations. Stark guzzled the left over coffee roast, or as Bruce would say over-marketed bean juice, and picked up his pace—there was a Spider to see.